#i’m listing these largely bc idk maybe you have one i hadn’t heard?

[loki-zen]

i mean like

i’m not gonna die on the hill of ‘Homestuck isn’t ableist’ but it’s certainly more true that what’s going on is that characters (and whole societies they were raised in) in Homestuck are ableist. And i will also say I’ve rarely seen something so popular that has multiple complex protagonisty disabled characters like that!

I find the claim that Homestuck 'is homophobic' even harder to defend. Homestuck depicts those of its protagonists who are extremely online 13 year old boys from earth a decade or so ago as saying homophobic things a realistic amount. The one who does it most turns out to be a repressed bisexual raised on toxic masculinity by his brother who is probably a closeted self-loathing gay guy himself and is also possessed by an evil puppet.

I have never really understood the claim that Homestuck is racist. I've seen various justifications for it but they all seem either way too minor to mean This Work Is Racist or just to have been misinterpreted or analysed in a way i don't agree with to begin with. e.g.:

there are people who say Gamzee's behaviour and speech is supposed to be reminiscent of black americans. Gamzee is obviously intended to be a Juggalo.

there are people who find it racist that the artist left the skin of the human characters uncoloured-white, and then said they considered them to be of no defined-by-the-comic ethnicity; they could be whatever they wanted to you. There are some unexamined assumptions inherent in white=neutral there, but i am pretty sure this genuinely did just come from the minimalist starting art style (the decision to say theyre unspecified-race coming later, when someone asked Hussie what race the characters were and that was the first time they'd thought about that question. Which again that's arguably pretty white of them but im not sure it means the comic as a whole deserves to be called racist.)

probably the strongest argument: there are moments where you have a bit of ‘light skin=good guy, dark skin=bad guy’ stuff going on, in the fantasy-typical way where nobody involved has an actual real person skin colour. This crops up with the chess people (the black chess people kingdom is villain-coded, but the most beloved and admirable of the chess people that’s actually a main character is a black one, and there’s no real sense that the people are actually bad - they are just designated ‘bad guys’ by the video game they’re NPCs in.) It also crops up with a character turning drow coloured when they go superpowered evil mode. This i agree is in poor taste. I don’t think it’s what you’d be thinking of if you were just told ‘this webcomic is racist’ but yeah it’s not good.

a minor character is an orientalist stereotype maybe? i’m neither a dancestors fan or an anime fan enough to have an opinion on Damara; Homestuck does have a lot of inspiration from anime so i kinda assumed she was a reference i wasn’t getting.

literally every time i hear people talk about homestuck it makes me want to read it less and less are you people okay ?

[reinerispretty]

rotations. bonus! y/n is in labor

 Hey hun. So sorry for asking for a rotations thing bc idk if you still wanna do those. Anyways y’n going into labor with her first child and Zuko loosing his shit bc we all know he would. And the rest of the gaang having to wait with a literally insane Zuko while they just hear y/n screaming in the distance birthing a child. Thanks

happy weekend everyone :) i thought it would be fun to do a rotations request!! tysm for requesting ily <3 

(Y/N) laughed, but as she tossed her head back she felt a sharp pain in her stomach. She leaned forward, cradling her bump as she hissed in a breath of pain. Katara grabbed her arm. “(Y/N), are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just um, a cramp or something.” (Y/N) gave her friend a reassuring smile. “I’ll be okay.”

“I thought you were impulsive when we were kids,” Katara said as she walked by (Y/N’s) side. “But flying halfway across the world in the middle of night while pregnant just to have me make you sea prunes really takes the cake.” 

(Y/N) hummed as she waddled, using chopsticks to shove sea prunes into her mouth. Her distaste for them had been clear for years, but she had woken up last night with an insufferable craving. She could have ordered the servants to whip up the traditional Water Tribe dish, but she was craving both Katara’s cooking and her companionship. 

“I’m the Fire Queen,” (Y/N) said. “I’ve gotta give the people something to gossip about.” Katara laughed and rolled her eyes. 

“You’re just lucky I was still here. We’ve been traveling so much lately.” (Y/N) had taken a stab in the dark by flying to Republic City. Katara’s last letter, dated almost three weeks ago, had said that she and Aang would be traveling there to see to some building projects. He, Zuko, and Sokka had been taking turns overseeing the development of the cultural epicenter of the four nations. It was coming together rather nicely. A few housing developments had been erected here and there, and the city hall was nearly finished. 

(Y/N) stopped as they walked down the sidewalk to inhale a few deep breaths. Constantly carrying a child in her stomach had proven to get more challenging as the pregnancy continued. Katara looked at her with a worried frown. “You shouldn’t be traveling so close to your due date.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes. 

“You sound like Zuko.” (Y/N) had been traveling all over the world lately. When she woke up with a craving, she sought to satisfy it. Since reaching the ninth month of her pregnancy, her doctors and Zuko had urged her to relax her duties as queen for the time being. 

“Maybe he can be right sometimes.” (Y/N) gave her friend an exaggerated gasp. 

“Blasphemy!” Katara giggled, taking (Y/N) by the arm as they continued their walk to the center of the city. Aang stood in front of city hall with his hands on his hips as the construction workers did their jobs. Katara called out to him and he turned around, a wide smile on his face. 

“(Y/N)!” Aang cheered, walking over to them to give her a big hug. “What are you doing here? You look great! Are those sea prunes?” 

“I had a craving,” (Y/N) said with a shrug, eating another prune. Aang’s face contorted in amused disgust. 

“She took an air balloon and left the Fire Nation in the middle of the night.” Aang shook his head. 

“(Y/N)-”

“No one can scold me!” (Y/N) insisted. “I’m pregnant, I’m pulling the pregnancy card.” 

“How about we fly Appa back to the Fire Nation? It’ll be nice to see Zuko,” Aang’s smile was bright and hopeful.

“That would be amazing! We haven’t had visitors in so long.” She looked to Katara. “You’ll come right?” Katara had been so busy these past few months. Between traveling with Aang and building up her own tribe, she and (Y/N) hadn’t spent proper time together in ages. 

“Of course.” 

Getting on Appa’s saddle with large belly had proved to be almost impossible, but with a little of Aang’s airbending, (Y/N) was able to roll onto the sky bison. “I’ve missed Appa so much,” (Y/N) sighed as she tilted her head back. It was nice, to feel the wind on her face and blow back her hair. Being on Appa, she felt young again. 

“I’ve missed you so much,” Katara said, nudging (Y/N) with her elbow. She smiled. 

“I’ve missed you too!” Aang called back. “In case anyone’s wondering about me.” 

(Y/N) laughed, but as she tossed her head back she felt a sharp pain in her stomach. She leaned forward, cradling her bump as she hissed in a breath of pain. Katara grabbed her arm. “(Y/N), are you alright?” 

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just um, a cramp or something.” (Y/N) gave her friend a reassuring smile. “I’ll be okay.” 

But minutes later, the feeling returned, lasting for a much longer amount of time. Katara stared down at (Y/N) in shock. “I think you’re going into labor!” 

“That’s ridiculous,” (Y/N) muttered. 

“Is it? You’re practically about to burst.” 

“You said I looked great for being nine months pregnant!” 

“You do! But your baby’s coming, whether or not you’d like it.” Katara turned to her husband. “Aang! Is there any way we can land Appa?” 

“We’re over open water, there isn’t anywhere to land!” 

“Alright, then we’re going to have to go faster! The baby’s coming.” 

And (Y/N) had never seen Aang become so serious and determined, not even when he was about to fight the old Fire Lord. 

Aang and Appa had managed to cut the travel time by nearly half. The poor sky bison was panting by the time they landed in the courtyard of the Fire Nation Palace, but even as her contractions were occurring, (Y/N) was shouting at servants to get him hay and water. Aang was attempting to airbend (Y/N) off of Appa when Zuko arrived. 

“What’s going on?” He demanded, a light smile on his face. “I arrive in the morning to find my wife missing and then walk out here to find the Avatar practicing his airbending on her?” Katara hopped to the ground, her face grave. 

“She’s going into labor. Where are your doctors?” 

The smile instantly faded from Zuko’s face. “I-I sent them into town if the citizens needed anything. Should I send for them?” Katara sighed. 

“There’s not enough time. Have the servants bring hot water and towels into one of the guest bedrooms.” 

“The guest bedrooms? But the master bedroom is bigger.” 

“Do you want blood all over your sheets?” Katara questioned. Zuko was too stunned to answer. “That’s what I thought.” 

Aang helped (Y/N) land on her feet, but she cried out and doubled over as another contraction formed. Zuko rushed to her side and lifted her into his arms. “I can’t believe you, (Y/N)! You’re so--so--” 

“Insufferable?” She asked, grinning sleeping up at him. Sweat beaded on her brow, but she still lifted her hand to pat his cheek. Zuko shook his head, but a smile still crinkled at the edges of his lips. 

Servants were ordered around as Zuko set laid (Y/N) into bed. Katara immediately went to work. (Y/N’s) contractions were becoming increasingly more painful as she lay in bed. Zuko flinched as he heard his wife shout. He and Aang hung toward the back of the room, watching Katara. She whirled around on them. 

“If you’re going to stay, you’re going to help. Otherwise, stand outside.” Aang ducked out immediately, giving Zuko a quick pat on the back. The Fire Lord had a decision to make. 

“I’ll stay,” He decided, but his voice was shaky. (Y/N) smiled at him from her position on the bed. 

“Alright, grab some towels.” 

The birth of their child was proving to be more difficult than (Y/N) had expected. The pain that tore through her body was unlike anything she had ever felt before. Tears streamed down her face as she shook her head, laying back on the pillows and sobbing. “I can’t do it, it’s too much!” 

“You can, (Y/N), you can do this.” And while she loved Zuko very much, he had never been very good with words. She sobbed again. 

“What if I won’t be a good mom? I can’t do it! I don’t want to do it!” Katara came round to the side of the bed and took (Y/N’s) hand. 

“You are the strongest person I know. You are brave, kind, and inconceivably wonderful. You will be an amazing mother, (Y/N). I don’t have any doubts about it.” 

“You’re just saying that because you’re my friend,” (Y/N) said as she calmed down. 

“We’re not friends, we’re family. And I would never lie to you.” She stroked (Y/N’s) sweaty hair. “You are more than capable of doing this.” 

(Y/N) looked up at Katara and saw the honesty in her eyes. Silently, she nodded, and Katara moved back down to the bottom of the bed. “Alright, now push!” 

And in just three more pushes, a beautiful, healthy baby girl was born. The room was filled with her wails and (Y/N) couldn’t help but laugh in disbelief. She had done it. She and Zuko were parents. 

Katara cleaned up the child to the best of her ability and handed her to (Y/N). She took the baby in her arms and cradled her close to her chest, smiling up at Zuko as she beamed down at her. He kissed his wife and then kissed the baby girl’s head ever so gently. 

Katara stepped out of the room to give them a moment of privacy and met an eager-looking Aang waiting in the hallway. “How is she?” He asked. Katara smiled. 

“She’s great. They have a healthy baby girl.” Aang grinned and took Katara into his arms to hug her.

She and Aang reentered the room to find Zuko and (Y/N) still cooing at their baby girl. “She’s beautiful!” Aang breathed as he rushed over to (Y/N’s) bedside. 

“She looks just like Zuko, I think,” (Y/N) said. Zuko shook his head. 

“No way, she’s way too pretty. She looks just like you.” 

“Have you decided on a name?” Katara asked as she joined Aang’s side. (Y/N) nodded. 

“We both decided to name her Izumi,” (Y/N) said, and Katara inhaled a sharp breath and her eyes glistened with tears. “It means spring of water.” 

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[marveloussupernerd]

It’s Good Luck - Jumin Han

This is the last part (maybe? Idk) of my Jumin wedding series bc all of a sudden I have baby fever and want to write a pregnant series oop. In fact, I had to FORCE myself to write this ceremony. I might write a reception chapter later, who knows. Reminder: this is part of a mini-series but everything can be read and interpreted as one shots if you’re like me and dislike series haha also idk if this even makes sense but I hope you maybe like it?

Summary: they say rain on your wedding day is good luck. Jumin takes that to a new level and proposes you go outside in the rain before you’re due at the reception.

You had returned to your dressing room, watching as the men in the sharp suits carried your flowers and chairs from the tent outside to the building. Why did it have to rain? Sure, they said it was good luck, and you didn’t truly care so long as you were marrying Jumin, but you had looked forward to the outdoor wedding. You had planned for an outdoor wedding, not one inside.

“Don’t worry about it,” your wedding planner comforted you, noticing your mournful expression as you looked at the heavy raindrops running down the window, “We’re going to do everything in our power to bring the outdoors in. Do you want to give it a look-over before we start everything?”

Honestly? It would make you feel better. You nodded, standing up and straightening out your wedding dress. You followed behind her, taking the back way to avoid any guests, and made your way into their indoor venue.

They did a really good job for such a short amount of time. The wall of flowers was up behind the altar, large flower arrangements were set by each row of seats, and gigantic mounds of flowers lined each side of the aisle. It was pretty. Yes, outside would have been ideal, but whatever. This was lovely as well!

“Is it to your liking?” The wedding planner asked, nervously toying with her watch.

You nodded. “It’s very nice. Would it be possible, maybe, to get a different color table cover for the altar? The cream worked well for the outdoors but now it’s a little too... casual.” You had learned a thing or two from planning the RFA parties after all.

“Would you prefer white then?”

“How about an antique white? You cringed internally; you sounded so uptight. But you knew antique white would look best with the color tones of the room. “Oh! If you don’t have it just normal white will do as well.”

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll get it set up right now. Any other changes you’d like to make?”

“Is there any way to dim the lights? They’re a little bright... it’s giving me a hospital feel.” You added awkwardly. Your wedding planner walked over to a panel and immediately dimmed the lights. “Perfect. It’s lovely. Thank you for doing all this,” you turned to her, smiling.

“If that’s all you need, I’ll get somebody to switch out the cloth and then we can start seating guests,” she offered. You smiled and nodded.

When you arrived at your room you were greeted with even more surprises: this time there was a masseuse, table set up and everything. “Hi, are you MC? Mr. Han called for me,” she greeted, holding out a hand for you to shake, which you took.

“Oh! What a nice surprise.”

“Yes, he said it was quite urgent. I understand this all must be pretty stressful. My wedding got rained out too, but the good thing is my husband and I have been married for over thirty years now.” The lady seemed very warm; her presence was comforting. You allowed yourself to sit down on the edge of her table.

“I’m not sure how much time we have, but would you mind doing my shoulders and back? I’ve got a lot of tension in there from everything going on.” You still felt awkward being accomadated so well, but it was something you had to get used to, especially because you were marrying Jumin.

“Of course,” you felt her push your veil to the side, fingers gently working around your upper back. “You weren’t kidding: you are tense. Did you have trouble sleeping last night?”

You let out a laugh. “That tradition that the groom can’t see the bride on the wedding day. I’ve been sleeping next to my fiancée for months now. It was hard not to, and the pre-wedding jitters didn’t help.”

“Well,” she commented, her hands hitting a knot by your shoulders and gently trying to work it out. “I can tell it’ll all be worth it. He seems like a very nice man, and he definitely cares about you.”

“Yes, I’m not sure how many other brides get masseuses in minutes before their wedding,” you joked, a fond smile on your face. A knock at the door. The wedding planner peeked in. “You’ve got about five minutes until it’s go time.”

You thanked the lady and went to take your spot, waiting for your entrance. As you heard the bridal march start playing, you anxiously stepped into the room, heavy bouquet in hand. The antique white looked quite nice, you thought to yourself. It was a good choice. In front of the tablecloth though.

How could he possibly be even more handsome than usual? Maybe it was the light gray suit, a stark contrast to his typical black attire. Maybe it was the glisten in his eyes as they watered with tears. Maybe it was the smile that he couldn’t hide- no, he didn’t want to hide. Walking to him felt like running a marathon; it took forever.

Finally your hands were in his. Him mouthing how beautiful you looked, wiping away a stray tear that leaked down his cheek. You didn’t realize you had such a death grip on his hands until he started gently running his thumb over your hands, easing the tension.

“You and me only, remember?” He whispered softly. You wanted to hug him. No, that would be weird. The priest was quite literally in the middle of his speech. You but your lip and looked down at your shoes.

A hand on your cheek brought your attention up. Was this allowed? Why did you never go through this wedding etiquette?

The words spoken were a blur. Jumin recited his vows perfectly, not straying from the traditional vows. The two of you had agreed that you would rather share those thoughts, those emotions, in private. You stumbled over the words when it was your turn. For richer or for poorer? Not only was the statement comical considering the Hans’ wealth, but why was it so hard to say? Jumin’s lips quirked into a smile upon hearing you fumble, and it made you feel better to see him smile like that.

Finally, finally the moment had come. “You may now kiss the bride.” Swept up in the moment, Jumin pulled you close in one swift motion for a kiss. You had agreed to keep it chaste and sweet, but he hadn’t seemed to remember that part of it!!!!! You pulled away before it got too PG-13, planting a kiss on his cheek and promising him more later.

“How soon is later?” He asked, pouting for what was likely one of the first times in his life. “I just want to embrace my wife. We still have a reception after this?” He groaned.

“You’re so needy today Honey,” you teased, the two of you sharing your own moment at the front of the room while the guests filed out.

“We don’t have to do anything. It’s just... I had trouble sleeping last night without you. You can’t blame a man for wanting to hold his wife in his arms and never let go.” He flushed, rubbing the back of his neck.

The guests had finally filed out and it was your turn to leave, greeting them at the exit. “I’ve noticed you saying wife a lot,” you teased, holding his hand tight, your cathedral-length veil wrapped around his free arm so that you wouldn’t trip or get caught up by it.

“Well, I like it.” It was such a simple statement, but it made your heart race. The two of you finished thanking your guests, and it was time for the cocktail hour to start. You and Jumin had planned about ten minutes together without a photographer or anything just so you could take in the events of the day and reflect together. You had been looking forward to it for hours.

“You know all those things you vowed to me?” You asked, staring out the window as he helped you remove your veil. The rain hadn’t slowed; it was wise of you to move it inside.

“Sickness and health, better or worse, rich or poor, those things?” He listed them off as if they were so simple. It made you laugh.

“How about in grace and in stupidity?”

He plopped your veil down on a bench. “What? My love you’re not stu-“

“You wanna go out into the rain with me? It’ll be fun... and we have about eight minutes after to dry off before pictures,” you proposed. It was an AWFUL idea. It was pouring. You had your hair and makeup done. This dress was designer.

“Truly?” He asked, looking skeptically.

“Yeah in retrospect it’s a bad idea. I don’t know, I thought it was good luck or something.”

Out of nowhere, he swept you into his arms, barreling towards the exit to the building. “Jumin!” You shrieked. “I take it back! I said it was a bad idea!”

“But it’s good luck,” he shouted as he swung open the door, trying to be heard over the rain. He looked cautiously at the puddles forming on the sidewalks, then took a deep breath. “In grace and in stupidity?”

“Of course, my husband.”

It was out of a movie. The dramatic kiss in the rain. All the passion Jumin had wanted to put into your kiss when you were standing in front of all your family and friends. The rain dribbling down your back. It made you squeal. He couldn’t stop laughing. He held his hand above your head, attempting to shield your makeup from the rain. It didn’t help.

What felt like eons later, he carried you back inside, setting you on a bench. He tried to keep a serious face, but burst out laughing. You had never heard him laugh so hard.

“Honey? Why are you laughing? Is it my makeup? Jumin!” Nothing could get his attention.

“We may need more than just eight minutes to dry off,” he chuckled, pushing back soaked strands of hair that were hanging on his face. “I’ll call Assistant Kang and let her know.”

“Was it worth it though?” You asked, trying to wipe your face (and failing).

“Oh absolutely,” he pulled you close to him. “I feel luckier already.”

[luccislegs]

KID N LAW IN POLY RELATIONSHIP YESS I'm weak for buzzfeed unsolved ish situations so! Let reader drag them to some haunted place or mb just to the forest at night bc i feel that it would be hilarious with these two dumbasses pretty pleaseeeee

ik you said reader so maybe, if you want, i can write where reader does take them to some haunted as payback to kid and law’s in on it idk. i laughed at these a few days after i wrote them so i hope they’re funny lol

sweet christ if you ever make it out of this you swear you’re going to murder kid

if law’s facial expression is anything to go by, there may be some black market organ donating in his future

kid had suggested camping to the two of you the week earlier, since law finally had a little bit of time off from the hospital, and it was a way to get away from the city and spend proper time with each other

you were fine with that, in fact, it sounded fun

only somehow, kid had picked what had to be the creepiest forest in existence

more than once, you heard snuffling in the trees that surrounded your campsite, followed by the sound of footsteps running off at a fast pace

not to mention what sounded like people yelling in the distance

conveniently, kid hadn’t heard any of that and insisted that it was fine, he had camped here before and nothing had happened

you really weren’t sure about that though

law had taken it upon himself to keep you glued to his side, sharp eyes scanning for signs of werewolves or bigfoot in the trees because that was just the vibe this whole place gave off

that or cannibals, and that wasn’t very appealing either

“we’re almost out of wood,” kid said after a while, “i’m going to go get more”

both you and law are up in an instant, “not alone you’re not”

you look at each other and almost laugh. almost.

kid’s looking at the both of you oddly, but shrugs his shoulders, since more hands meant less trips, and leads you into the darkness with a flashlight

naturally, your luck being what it is, it goes dead

“i just put new batteries in before we left,” kid swears, smacking it on his hand

law jumps a little as you slide your hand into his and whisper, “we’re so gonna die” and he can’t help but agree

the snuffling comes back, and you nearly scream

kid hears it this time and mutters, “what the fuck” just before there’s a loud animal scream from the same direction

“oh hell no,” is law’s response and his hold on your hand tightens as he books it back in the direction of the camp fire. 

poor kid is left behind but oh well law can’t save both of you

besides this whole thing was kid’s idea and if anyone deserves to die it’s him, but fortunately for everyone you all make it back, even if kid is a little upset at being left behind, but law points out that he would be the best person to tackle…whatever the hell that was

for some godforsaken reason, kid still insists that you stay which, he does have a point. trying to pack up and hike back in the dark is probably more dangerous than sticking around and the fire should keep any animals away

the same can’t be said for cannibals, but they’re susceptible to large sticks to the dome, so it should be fine

you all cram into the tent and you cement yourself firmly between law and kid, not willing to be anywhere near the edges of the tent in case whatever that was gets brave

facing law, you listen to kid’s deep, even breathing and wonder how he can sleep with everything happening, but know that law isn’t likely to sleep tonight, so you whisper, “what the fuck was that?”

you know already that he’s been flipping through a list of the most likely candidates and how to best fend them off, but somehow his answer doesn’t reassure you

“i’ve no idea, ___-ya. i’ve never heard that before.”

you groan and wiggle closer so you’re pressed firmly to his chest, and kid grumbles in his sleep as he follows you, sandwiching you between them

you whisper to law, “it was nice knowing you. i say we murder kid if we die.”

law laughs, but it quickly cuts off when there’s a rustling outside of the tent.

“i said if not when,” you whisper in horror, elbowing kid in the ribs to wake him up.

he does with a jolt and whatever is outside freezes, but you know it hasn’t run off, so kid gets up and peers out the flaps of the tent while you and law cling to one another

kid yells and jumps back into the tent, causing you to actually scream, but then he starts to laugh. “it’s just a dog. he looks hungry.”

instantly you and law start to smack kid, yelling about how it wasn’t funny. it really kind of was.

you all climb out of the tent and gather around the dog, petting it and talking to it and laughing at each other for how ridiculous you were all being, except…

law, ever the rational asshole, says, “i don’t see how this dog could have made that noise.”

you almost want to hit him and now you’re all watching the trees again, and suddenly the dog whimpers and runs off, and your hair raises as you catch sight of something in the shadows just outside the light of the fire

maybe it’s your imagination, but it looks like it’s standing on two legs, so you elbow law who also sees it, but before anyone can do anything a bright flash of light appears, blinding the three of you and you all start yelling

“woah, woah, hey, no need to lose your heads,” a calm voice cuts through and you peer through a gap between law’s and kid’s arms to find the forest ranger you had met at the sign-in post

“uh, can we help you?” you ask like you hadn’t just been screaming like murder victims a second prior

“well, no, i just came to warn you that there’s an escaped convict that was headed this way about an hour ago–”

before he can continue, you and law both look up at kid and say, “we’re leaving,” with law tacking on an, “if you want to stay, stay, and we’ll be sure your tombstone says ‘murdered by an escaped felon because he was too stupid to leave.”

fortunately, kid isn’t that stupid, so the three you work to pack up under the watchful eye of the forest ranger and hightail it out of there, and at the mouth of the trail you tell the ranger about what you had heard earlier, and he chuckles

“yeah, you get people out here sometimes that take drugs and do crazy things. or maybe it was a bobcat,” he explained, as you load your things up into your car.

“and uh, which do you think it was?” you ask, not entirely sure you want to know the answer. you jump as the hatch is slammed shut and law and kid come to stand beside you, each taking a hand.

“uh, well, given the season, the time and the proximity, i’d actually say it was more likely a mountain lion was stalking you,” he said, and waved as he walked off.

“oh my god,” you mutter at the same time that law says, “never again.”

kid has the decency not to argue

[gaytrashgoblin]

BAAAABY GAAAAAAAY!!!!!!! 2 (:D), 6, 7, 10, 17, 26, 35, 41, 55, 57, 58, 65, 67, 69 (*wink wink*), 77, 82, 83, 91, 95, 105 (head up: rio is cool), 115, 149, 187, 188, 208, 215 (

ISAAAAAA!!!!!!! You can never send me too many questions/asks/messages. It’s like, your job or something as my Big Sister.

2. Post a pic of yourself (:D)- I’ll add one later, if I can remember. I’m on desktop rn

6. Age you get mistaken for- Around 14/15 if I haven’t spoken yet. If they’ve heard me speak they usually shoot around 17 so they’re accurate

7. Your zodiac/horoscope and if you think it fits your personality- Taurus. And yes, it’s very, very accurate

10. What is your hair color? Brown naturally. About halfway down to the ends it’s a faded yellow and faded blueish. I’m growing it out so I can do a full bleach so I can get lighter colors like pink and stuff.

17. Say 8 facts about your body

1. Short as hell

2. Great ass

3. I can move both eyebrows individually

4. I’m strong as fuck for my size

5. Nice calves

6. Size 6 shoe in US women’s (I think that’s around a 36 for European sizes)

7. I can crack my knuckles by making a fist/clenching my knuckles

8. My skin is really pale and uniform (except my cheeks which are naturally like bright ass red). Which is great for tattoos so :)

26. Something you are working on right now- So many things

35. Say 3 facts about your personality-

1. I’m stubborn as hell

2. To strangers I usually seem very emotionless/blank

3. I’m sarcastic to a fault

41. Share 2 habits-

1. I bite my nails

2. I bite/chew my lips/inside of my lips a lot

55. A random fact about yourself- Uhhh, I can use a pogo stick pretty well

57. An unknown fact about your life- I didn’t like PP when I saw it. I didn’t get into it until after I had seen the second one (bc by then I had started coming to terms with the fact that I was gay/was in other queer fandom spaces online) which I hadn’t even really wanted to see. I hated the first one when it came out. I know now it was because I was still in denial about being gay at the time and I really wanted Bechloe to be real so I just didn’t deal with it/let myself think about why I didn’t like it.

58. Share something about yourself others might think is weird- I don’t like/hate a lot of really popular franchises. (ex. Harry Potter, LotR, most Disney) I’ve gotten a lot of flak for that, tbh.

65. Weird things you do when you’re alone- I can’t think of anything, honestly.

67. 5 things you want to change- Idk if this means about me or not so here

1. My mom’s health

2. My health

3. The sorry excuse for a government we have in the US

4. The overall bigotry the world has towards others

5. More gay

69. Leave me a compliment (*wink wink*)- Isa is one of the most genuinely nice people and I hope everyone has some like her in their lives/rooting for them :)

77. What is your least favorite word? I’m going to assume I’m supposed to exclude slurs because that’s a whole list of garbage I have a deep hatred for the word moist. In any context. I also cannot stand when people pronounce gif incorrectly. It is not up to interpretation, the man who invented the word said it is pronounced with a j sound. Like jiff. Please just say the fucking word right if you’re going to use it.

82. Describe your favorite texture- Soft cotton. It’s like heaven.

83. What is your favorite flower?Don’t really have one

91. Say 2 facts about your favorite things-

1. My family- they’re always there for me no matter what

2. Diet soda- it tastes like heaven and keeps me awake and doesn’t make my sugar go crazy :)

95. Say 9 facts about your family-

1. I have 3 brothers

2. I only have 1 grandparent

3. I never met my grandfather

4. I was named after my mom’s great aunt

5. One of my older brothers was given our granddad’s name as a middle name

6. My oldest brother went to college like 3 times, but is currently a chef

7. My older brother is in college to be an accountant

8. My mom was a dental hygienist

9. My baby brother is 2 smert. he has like a 4.7 weighted gpa (WTF HOW HE DO THAT)

105. Top three places to visit(heads up: rio is cool)-

1. JAPAN JAPAN JAPAN

2. Probably around Europe a little bit. France/Germany/Italy would be cool

3. Definitely somewhere in South America. Probably Argentine or Brazil. Maybe Portugal. idk yet.

115. Say 5 facts about your bestfriend(s)-

1. Baby brother is my bestest friend ever. I could tell him anything

2. My momma- is the best mom ever, like for real.

3. Big Sister Gay™- the older sister I never got. Go to for sharing things/when i need to vent to a fellow gay about stuffs

4. Morgan- super cool/talented bean that looks cool in sunglasses

5. Ryder- my favorite nb bb. they are v cool and v nice and i am lov

149. Say five ways to win your heart

1. Go out of your way to learn about my illnesses. For real.

2. Try to be understanding of my illnesses and all that they entail.

3. Share music with me that you think I’d like/ that reminds you of me/ made you think of me

4. Please know that if I tell you something personal (like about my health/past/etc) that it is extremely hard for me to do that and understand/ appreciate that I was willing to share that with you.

5. Pizza/diet soda help too :P

187. A song that’s been stuck in your head- Heartthrob by Superfruit

188. Put your music player on shuffle and write the first ten songs that play-

1. Run to You- Lea Michele

2. Lil Tokyo- gnash

3. YOUTH- Troye Sivan

4. Boy Problems- Carly Rae Jepsen

5. Rolling Stone- Falling in Reverse

6. Wild Things- Alessia Cara

7. New Americana- Halsey

8. A Day in Falsettoland- Falsettos 2016 Broadway Company

9. I’m Alive- Next to Normal Original Broadway Cast Recording

10. Supermarket Flowers- Ed Sheeran

208. 5 things within touching distance

1. My DS

2. A McDonalds cup with diet coke

3. A bag of cough drops (im not sick they’re just on my desk)

4. My cell phone

5. A large container of jelly beans

215. YOU have to leave me a cute message- what does this mean Isa (if it’s for you from me then ily sis)

229. Which movie character do you most identify with and why- From any movie ever I’d pick Beca Mitchell. And I mean freshman Beca (yknow, then real Beca Mitchell but w/e). Sarcastic, distant, trust issues, music is life, doesn’t like cliches, shitty flirting from average boy does not interest me, flustered around attractive women, tattoos, piercings, give-no-fucks attitude, short, brunette, no likey dresses, loves plaid. She’s literally me but with eyeliner.

232. Say 5 things you love unconditionally

1. My mom

2. My brothers

3. My doggy

4. My friends (especially you Isa)

5. My soulmate, diet soda.

233. What motivates you in life?Spite

234. Something that you’re proud of- Myself for being clean/making it this far. My baby brother for how well he does in school/life. My older brother for he person he is. My mom for always being a positive happy person despite all of the shit she’s had to deal with.

235. Five words/phrases that make you laugh- I don’t think there are any phrases or words that would make me laugh with no context. Not that I can think of right now, at least.

264. One thing you’re excited for- The good movies coming out this year, tbh. I think I’m gonna get another tattoo and/or piercing for Christmas too, so that’s cool.

268. Make a confession- I’ve loved several people, but I’ve only been in love with one person.

[loki-zen]

i mean like

i’m not gonna die on the hill of ‘Homestuck isn’t ableist’ but it’s certainly more true that what’s going on is that characters (and whole societies they were raised in) in Homestuck are ableist. And i will also say I’ve rarely seen something so popular that has multiple complex protagonisty disabled characters like that!

I find the claim that Homestuck 'is homophobic' even harder to defend. Homestuck depicts those of its protagonists who are extremely online 13 year old boys from earth a decade or so ago as saying homophobic things a realistic amount. The one who does it most turns out to be a repressed bisexual raised on toxic masculinity by his brother who is probably a closeted self-loathing gay guy himself and is also possessed by an evil puppet.

I have never really understood the claim that Homestuck is racist. I've seen various justifications for it but they all seem either way too minor to mean This Work Is Racist or just to have been misinterpreted or analysed in a way i don't agree with to begin with. e.g.:

there are people who say Gamzee's behaviour and speech is supposed to be reminiscent of black americans. Gamzee is obviously intended to be a Juggalo.

there are people who find it racist that the artist left the skin of the human characters uncoloured-white, and then said they considered them to be of no defined-by-the-comic ethnicity; they could be whatever they wanted to you. There are some unexamined assumptions inherent in white=neutral there, but i am pretty sure this genuinely did just come from the minimalist starting art style (the decision to say theyre unspecified-race coming later, when someone asked Hussie what race the characters were and that was the first time they'd thought about that question. Which again that's arguably pretty white of them but im not sure it means the comic as a whole deserves to be called racist.)

probably the strongest argument: there are moments where you have a bit of ‘light skin=good guy, dark skin=bad guy’ stuff going on, in the fantasy-typical way where nobody involved has an actual real person skin colour. This crops up with the chess people (the black chess people kingdom is villain-coded, but the most beloved and admirable of the chess people that’s actually a main character is a black one, and there’s no real sense that the people are actually bad - they are just designated ‘bad guys’ by the video game they’re NPCs in.) It also crops up with a character turning drow coloured when they go superpowered evil mode. This i agree is in poor taste. I don’t think it’s what you’d be thinking of if you were just told ‘this webcomic is racist’ but yeah it’s not good.

a minor character is an orientalist stereotype maybe? i’m neither a dancestors fan or an anime fan enough to have an opinion on Damara; Homestuck does have a lot of inspiration from anime so i kinda assumed she was a reference i wasn’t getting.

literally every time i hear people talk about homestuck it makes me want to read it less and less are you people okay ?