People will look at this scene and call it a tantrum or say that he was acting like a child and it upsets me so bad.
It's bad enough when so much of the fandom already perceives him as just a straight up infant despite him having multiple lines where he says he doesn't want to be a child or seen as one because he's not one.
There's so many scenes that show him experiencing autism symptoms, I'd even go as far as saying him trying to copy dean was his attempt at masking. I'd even argue he's more obviously autistic than castiel is!
But none of that was the point of this post.
Im just tired of how ableist this fandom is when it comes to jack. I mean people don't treat amara as a child despite her having done exactly as jack did and aged up quickly.
But they do treat jack as a child, and castiel as a child too. Notice how its the two characters most the fandom calls autistic? Its infantilism at its finest.
It's bad enough when the fandom treats jack as just an accessory to destiel and excludes kelly as a parent and sam as an adoptive parent (thats a whole other post though), but to look at a clear symptom of autism that jack experiences and call it 'being childish'? Just admit you're ableist at that point.
The pub is loud, warm and full of your men getting progressively getting drunker by the second. Sitting at a table not far from some of the guys playing darts, being in charge of guarding their drinks, your eyes have been on a certain replacement all night.
"What's his name again?"
Guarnere who is sat next to you, arm loosely on the back of your chair, follows your eyesight, "That srcawny guy? Well, that's Babe"
"His name is Babe? Fitting"
Bill is quick to realise what you want by the tone of your voice and the way your eyes are scanning over Babe, "Really? Y/n, you can have any of these fellas tonight and you want that little guy?"
"Oh come on, he's cute" your tone defensive, as a small playful smile tugs at the corner of your lips, looking at Bill, "Don't look at me like that, it's nice to see something other than your face for once"
"Watch your tone there missy" and it's Bills turn for a game of darts, and as he stands up, you give him pleading eyes, "Fine"
"Thanks, you're the best" and you snicker a little bit as he grumbles, getting up. Walking over to the rest of the guys, Bill kind of pulls Babe to the side, and you're pretending to look down at the mug of beer, but also trying to look up. You notice both of the guys looking at you, before Bill pats Babe's back, and your wish is his command, he walks over to your table.
"Hey Babe, come, sit" you smile at him, motioning to the chair next to you. Babe, a little shy and a little awkward even despite the drinks you've all consumed for the past few hours, sits next to you. Talking to men, flirting with men no longer makes you anxious or nervous, its like almost a habit now.
Subtly, your shift your chair a little closer, leaning closer to him on the table. "Uh, Guarnere said you wanted to talk to me" and you're smiling at him as he takes a nervous swig of his drink.
"Well, in all honesty, I thought you were cute, and I realised we haven't really talked to each other, so, I want to get to know you more" the straight forwardness of your words gets Babe a little, and theres almost a blush on his cheeks, "If thats okay, of course"
"Yeah, sure yeah" and he's smiling at you, a really beautiful, big smile.
From across the pub, Guarnere and Toye are staring at the two of you, watching as the smile never leaves Babe's face and the way, overtime, the space inbetween the two of you gets closer and closer. "He's barely been here a week and he's already got her? I've been here since day 1 and gotten fuckin' nowhere" Guarnere huffs.
I am sideeying anon so hard Huh. Like. Okay I personally don't really get what you mean by the raceplay stuff but I'm not about to insinuate that you're?? Being racist?? That's what anon is saying right??? That sounds like that's what they're implying
Anyway uhh. Sorry about. Gestures. The bomb. I like your analysis posts a lot even if I don't understand them sometimes. Keep cooking
im just kind of flabbergasted. i thought i made it Pretty Clear that i was not Pro Racist Caricatures…? by mentioning which racist caricature was being used, that does not mean i Believe Them…..? how does one go about reading history articles, and come away with the take that the person describing racism is racist themselves?
anyway 8) i can explain the race play thing…
after the start of european colonialism, to justify slavery, rape, theft, etc etc, colonists made up various caricatures to dehumanize black people. they're generally split by male and female kinds, you might know the mammy, a middle aged often fat black woman who is very matronly. not a negative trait by itself, but it comes with the loaded history of black women forced to have children only to have their infants taken away so they can breastfeed slave owners' children. idk if ur american, but if you remember that aunt jemima controversy after the blm upswing in 2020? yep. minstrel caricatures are so baked into american media, it perpetuates itself in an ouroborean way and homestuck's especially not exempt from this. race play explanation below cut >
there's a particular caricature of " the buck", a sexually ravenous black man who loves to rape white women in his free time. if the old film "birth of a nation" rings any bells... a more contemporary instance is the BBC <yk that acronym. long story short, a lot of rich conservative couples get their rocks off to seeing their wife get fucked by a spry and often times muscular black man. because caricatures are formed to dehumanize minorities, this one diminishes the black man to the role of cattle. a buck, a bull. at the end of the day, the white man is his owner, so any controlled instance of "giving up power" doesn't Actually mean anything. a black man can play that role to taste a hint of power as much as he wants, but black masculinity holds no genuine fucking power in society.
what's interesting applying this to equius and gamzee, is that gamzee IS higher up on the caste system. hussie's application of the caricature of "powerful and violent black masculinity" means it is incredibly superficial. it then comes off as a white supremacist using the veneer of this caricature to uplift his own violent image. EXACTLY like white rappers using black aesthetics to then seem more vicious and more masculine. you can see post malone in real time dropping it to further a career in country music because he knows it's taken him as far as it can go. again, black masculinity holds no power. it's his whiteness that makes him capable of making that switch. the caricature is a performance. because alternia is a violent society, white supremacists can milk this performance as much as they want.
the race play aspect was probably intentionally added by hussie, but NOT gamzee being white. the addition of the buck caricature was also not satirical either. back to how i said racist american media perpetuates itself, you don't have to be a white supremacist to do racist shit.
L: Hmm, I don't mind it, at least the boys have their own floor plus the 4 out of 6 of us in the same building
R: I guess so. Since we on the subject, would you like to room together. I rather not be in a room by myself with strangers
L: *smirk* I thought you never ask. I was gone to suggest the same
X: I wish their were single rooms but I guess it rooming with you won't be so bad
M: Pfft, I sure I can stomach being around you for a semester. Just know I'm not your maid and make sure your things stay on your side of the room
Xen rolls his eyes clicking his teeth mumbling under his breath. That's when the front door open up next to them
M: Welp, there goes the neighborhood
L: Eww I take every thing back. Being under the same roof as those two brought down the mood
X: Funny cause I feel the same
R: Right as long as they stay out of our way; they're irrelevant
L: *rolls eyes* I guess
R: For now, I need to unpack
They all head upstairs to the designated rooms to unpack before settling down for some much needed TLC.
The group find themselves in the living room conversing amongst themselves until Xen started to feel a little agitated.
X: Uhh, I'm bored. I need to lose some adrenaline
R: Go work out
X: I already did that
M: Maybe play some video games
X: That won't help either
L: Well what do you want to do?
X: I don't know....oh I have an idea. Let's race
All: What?
X: Let's have a race, Its a nice day and some sunlight can do y'all some good
R: No thank you
M: Yeah, I don't like running unless I have to
X: Boo you guys suck. How about you Leona?
L: *smirk* Sure why not
M: Umm Leona I don't think...
X: Aww, what you worried about me beating your sister
M: Pfft, I'm more concern about your ego
X: How little faith you have in me bro
L: Yeah Mack, have some faith in him *smile*
R: I'm definitely not missing this
Mack looks at his sister with a frown. He can tell she is enjoying this too much. And all honesty, he could careless but this what happens when he tries to be the nice guy. The both of them made their way towards the outside with Rhiannon walking behind them. Mack only few steps behind. They line up in the middle of the road. Xen began stretching.
X: Shouldn't you stretch? Wouldn't want you to hurt yourself
L: *laugh* Oh I'll be just fine, trust me
X: Suit yourself
R: *mumbles under her breath* So you're not gone to tell him?
M: Nope. Where's the fun in that?
Xen got into position, ready to take off once Rhiannon gives the word. As for Leona, she just stood there with her hands on her hips
R: Alright. On your mark. Get set. Go!
X: Don't chicken out now
M: *rolls eye* Can you get this over with, I don't want to be out here longer than necessary
L: *yawn* I was trying to give him a head start but fine
She was off at full speed that caught up in no time. Everything seemed like it slowed down. Xen notice someone was on the right of him. He stared at her and she winked back. Thrown off course, he almost lost his footing. All he could do was stare as she made it to the half way point.
After moping, he made his way back to his backstabbing school mates. Rhiannon laughed at the sour look on his face while Mack just shook his head.
M: I tried to warn you
X: That was unfair advantage and you know it. And you didn't think to tell me
R: *shrugs* you didn't ask
L: Woah that was great. Aye I'm always down for a round 2
Xen marched inside the dorms as the peanut gallery laugh behind him
Chapter 7.5 "Unfair Advantage" Filler #1
Lot by amitaliri
Rhiannon @sadraccoon061 Leona and Mack Starnes @invisiblequeen Xen @xstardustbatsx
This year was a bittersweet birthday for Jungkook. While on one hand he got the quiet evening with the little devil of his dreams but he knew it was only because one of his dearest friends was still locked in her room and heartbroken.
For weeks Minji was in her room and only leaving to eat and shower. She began to miss work so Jungkook knew this year his birthday would slip under the radar.
He got the usual cards and presents from his friends but his heart still hurt that Lisa refused to speak to him still. Pushing it put of his mind he prepared to spend the evening with the one person that made him happy... Minnie.
Since he met the demon something always drew him closer. Maybe it was the way Minnie always looked at him or how he was a perfect fit in his arms. No matter the reason, Minnie quickly became what Jungkook wanted most.
Dinner and a movie at home tucked away from everyone is the only way Jungkook wanted to spend the evening with Minnie. He held his breath and gripped the smaller man tight. "Please be mine," he pleaded softly. "Just say yes."
Imagine Spencer being really sad because the baby started to kick for the first time while he was away. So the next day he won't let go of your bump, he's just following you everywhere, even showered with you, keeps one of his hands on your belly while you take a nap and when he finally feels the baby kick he's just soo happy😄 and tearful🥲
no please, he’s literally on you all day and it happens just as hes about to fall asleep, you’re both laying in bed and hes just talking to your bump, spiralling off random facts and whilst theres some movement spencer still hasnt managed to your baby kick, so he just sighs and gets super serious and is like “hey peanut, i hope you know that i love you and your mother very much, i cannot wait to hold you in my arms and see your beautiful face, you’re going to have so many people that love you, so many aunts and uncles who will spoil you, especially your auntie penelope, shes already started making you a wollen hat and scarf, we are so excited to meet you bubba, i love you.” and as he places a small kiss to your stomach he feels movement against his lips as you gasp, it kicked, spencer immediately places his hand in the same spot ready for anothet kick and when it happens he just looks up at you, pride and tears in his eyes. yeah he cannot wait to meet your baby.
- He is a sweet boy who can be a Scardy(?) cat a times.
-But often finds his voice when protecting someone or something he loves
-Sea dragons are the more social creatures outta the rest of dragon kind. So Aqua is more keen to socialize with other creatures.
-If your a Magic Creature like him. Great! He love doing things with you that he couldn’t do with mortals.
-If your a mortal/ human Aqua will still love you the same. Though you might need to remind him that you can’t breath underwater.
-He’ll find you jewel lost to the oceans’ floors. Or he’ll have Titanius make a sub like machine to help you see his world from his back.
-Gives you little seashell creatures to keep as pets.
-He’ll protect you from Shado if he comes around. And (try) to fight him off, Aqua will always lose. Seeing how Shado has him beat when comes to land fights. (That and Shado has a much higher speed and attack stats.
-If you ask him about his scars, he’ll often dodge the subject or shy away into the sand.
- When the season comes around he does try to court you. Sea Dragon Style.
Does a little seal dance for you or goes off collect a bunch of fish to show that he is more the good to give you food.
-He would love some pups to care for.
-But if you don’t want any, that’s fine.
-If you don’t know yet then he will wait for an answer and won’t push you any further.
-Can’t have any but, wanna adopt? He’ll still love them as if they were his own.
-If you do want some pups/child. Be prepared for some hybrid children.
-That and be prepared to take a large boi. Aqua can ask for Titanius for a size potion for you or him.
Notes: THREE DAYS IN A ROW! WOO! four/five fanfictions in one week, thats amazing! normally i dont write for long, but thanks to @thekitkatlizard i got an idea! and yes, this has blind!zane.
Word Count: 1, 358. Normal for me.
Warnings: none unless you hate love letters
“Aph, for the last time, I’m blind, I can’t read it.” Zane hisses, his closest friend giggling over the phone.
“Explain how you found it then?” The caramel-eyed girl asks.
“Garroth gave it to me. I don’t know why someone would write a letter, and not come to the house, because most likely they live nearby. Now will you come and read it?” Zane repeats.
“Fine, fine. I will. But I better get something in return…” Aphmau trails off.
Zane gives an aggregated sigh. “What do you want?”
“I WANT FUDGE! YOU TOLD ME YOU HAD SOME, BUT YOU NEVER GAVE ME IT!” Aphmau screeches.
“Irene, woman, you got some vocals….” Zane mutters. “I ate it all. That’s why you never got it.”
Aphmau growls. “Ugh, but I still want something!”
“I’ll take you to Olive Garden.”
“Deal!” Aphmau happily exclaims over the phone. “See ya in a minute!”
“I… SEE what you did there.” Zane smirks.
Aphmau giggles, both of them hanging up. Zane runs his fingers on the paper that kept the letter inside. The raven-haired male lies on his back on the dark purple colored bed sheets, a song playing on low volume. He couldn’t quite recognize the notes but- oh god, the G note. Zane fakes a small wail, saying silent to listen to one of his favorite song among many others: which did make him cry. He used to cry to this one, but Zane had gotten used to the song by now. The pale-blue eyed person silently taps his fingers to the time, singing along. He has also started associating songs with his friends. Sebonzakura remind him of Garroth for some reason, he gave Copycat to Kawaii~Chan, just because he can, and he did this with the others. One was special though, one reserved for someone infamous and famous in Zane’s mind; Gene. Sometimes, on a rainy day, he would play one of his top favorites, which was oddly enough not My Chemical Romance or Fall out Boy. It was actually Paramore, which made everyone confused.
Just by luck, the song came on. Zane silently sings along, waiting for Aphmau, is over seven minutes late now. Maybe she got stuck in something? Zane blocks any anxiety from entering his thoughts by his deep vocals, distracting him.
You, are, the only exception.
You, are, the only exception.
You, are, the only exception.
You, are, the only exception.
I’ve got a tight grip on reality!
But I can’t let go of what’s in front of me here…
I know you’re leaving in the morning when you wake up,
Leave me with some kind of proof it’s not a dream!
Zane turns his head to see Aphmau wide-eyed at the entrance of his room. “I didn’t know you could sing!”
Zane blushes and sinks into his shoulders a little. “I-I mean, I... I took choir i-in middle school, Heh…” he nervously explains.
Aphmau ruffles his hair and sits next to him. “Now where’s the letter?”
Zane raises the letter in the air. “Right ‘ere.”
The shorter one snatches the letter out of Zanes’ hand and opens the paper where the writing was sealed. She unfolds it about three times, the letter in a nice handwriting. It is about the length of a normal sketching paper, and had a back to it. She quickly looked over it and smirked. “Seems like someone is in love with you, Zane.”
Zane shoots up. “W-what?!”
Aphmau nods with a voice of knowing. “Mm-Hm, and the name is signed.”
“WHO IS IT FROM?!” Zane screams.
“Dear Zane,” Aphmau begins, ignoring Zanes’ request. Zane groans as he lies back down, listening to the words. “I know that it has been a few years since I moved near all of you, and I’m glad to have fixed my hostility with everyone, including you. I probably hurt you the most, which I am still sorry about. Every time I look at you, I get reminded of what I did. But that’s past us, right?” Aphmau pauses, quickly reading over the next paragraph. “Now that we are past the apologies, I can state that I’ve been seeing you act differently around me. You keep giving me this weird look, almost like you’re judging my soul. Who knows, maybe you are? Hah, I’m kidding. I can promise you though; that I know there is something more behind those eyes. I can see your mind going fifty miles per hour, and you stutter around me… a lot. I must say, it’s kinda adorable.”
Aphmau giggles as she looks at Zane, who had a small blush on his face. “I’m only a quarter way through and you’re already blushing.”
“S-shut up,” Zane squints, staring at Aphmau. “Continue.”
“Compliments aside, I’ve been able to keep my own personal secret for a while. I got in a truth or dare game with a few of the girls though as the punishment for a bet and… it kinda slipped? So, before they tell you, I decided to write this.” Aphmau continues. “Zane, a lot slipped. Like, a lot. All that I ever thought, or said, about you came out. So, here it comes.” Aphmau takes a deep breath as she prepares herself.
“Your midnight black hair constantly draws me in, somehow, like you having stars in your hair. I can say that your eyes are as bright as them, though, which any sane person could agree. The freckles which are barely visible are simply adorable, they make you look like a dork, but you also have a mature aura around you, balancing your personality. You can be extremely kind when you want to, and tearing down your walls around others only makes me feel proud of you. I wasn’t around you when you started becoming more social, so I don’t know how far you’ve really come, but I know it’s far.” Aphmau stares at Zane, whose face was a bright pink. She gives a small laugh as she reads the end.
“Unfortunately, I’m starting to run out of space. I know you probably won’t understand everything I’m saying, mostly because you probably don’t completely share my affection towards you, but I tried my best to write this. I may have failed epically; I may have won over your heart. Wait, did I just write this whole thing in ink? Wait, how would you know? Damn it, I was doing so well writing this. Guess I just spoiled it for myself.” Aphmau continues to stare at Zane.
“So?” She asks.
Zane darts his eyes around in disbelief. “I… who wrote this? It’s so excellently written- I don’t think anyone has this amount of skill besides me.”
Aphmau leans in. “Gene.”
“Gene what?” Zane questions, Aphmau letting out a sigh.
“Gene wrote this, stupid!”
“GENE?!” Zane screeches. “HE- HE WROTE THIS?!”
Aphmau nods vigourously. “Yes, Zane!”
“Are you serious?”
Aphmau rolls her neck. “YES! YES I AM! DO YOU THINK I’D LIE ABOUT THIS TYPE OF THING?!”
Zane shrugs. “I mean… I dunno, you and KC ship me with a lot of people.”
“We never guessed Gene though.” The other mutters.
Zane nods. “I won’t. It’s just going to be a quick chat.”
Aphmau slides the paper in Zane’s hand as he rushes off. “See ya!”
Zane runs across the street, weary for any sounds indicating harm. He gets to the other side of the street, continuing to run across. He dashes past the houses, coming near the end of the street. He cuts through the yard, jumping onto the patio, and knocks furiously on Gene’s door. “GENE!”
A familiar face opens the door. “Zane?” Gene questions.
Zane grabs Gene in a tight hug, whispering. “I got the letter.”
A small blush appears on Gene’s face. “I- oh, uh, heh, so….”
Zane buries his face in the corner of Genes’ neck. “It’s fine. Besides, I…I should tell you, too. I should have told you a while ago.”
Gene gives a small chuckle as he keeps embracing the other. “I should have too.”
