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My grandmother grew up in this tiny village in Barbados, and she was the only kid in the village to have a cricket bat. She used to play with all the boys, but then they started stealing the bat every time she bought it out of the house and saying that she couldn’t play because girls shouldn’t play sport. So one day she invited them to come play cricket, then set fire to the bat and made them watch it burn, so none of them could play cricket anymore. She was 11.
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==> Your name is KARKAT VANTAS and sometimes you wear DRESSES.
Your name is Karkat Vantas, and sometimes you wear dresses. Today’s piece is a simple black thing with a teardrop cutout and lace along the hem. Your nails are shit, because of fucking COURSE they must be—someone out there hates your guts.
And then the respiteblock door opens.
“So Rose finally figured out the recipe for AJ, and I gotta say—”
Dave pauses when he sees you, and there is a long moment of silence. You can’t see his eyes behind his shades, but you know how he feels about “men being men” and dresses and all that good shit.
He’s gonna say something stupid, you just know it.
Then again, he always says something stupid, but this’ll be worse.
You feel yourself fidgeting, because you’re not sure what to do, and after another moment, he comes up with his deadpan response to your appearance.
“Oh no, you’re hot.”
He’s out of the door before your shoe hits it, but you weren’t TRYING to hit him, anyway. His voice wafts in from the hall.
“So if you want some AJ, you better come get it while it’s cold.”
“Go AWAY, you bilgesucking puss-factory!”
“Oh Karkat, I never knew you cared.”
You smile fondly at your foot, propped on the edge of your chair, not really seeing it.
That went better than expected.
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Also the princess has mob connections because her parents actually remembered to invite the evil fairy to her christening.
The princess and the knight are childhood friends and she is Not Really Surprised that he got sidetracked by a guy on the way to try to win her hand.
I’m gonna write a fairy tale where the intrepid thief boy and the heroic knight both embark on the same princess-rescuing mission, encounter each other on the way, and fall in love with each other.
The princess is given full credit for rescuing her own damn self, which is probably for the best anyway because neither of the boys would know what to do with half her father’s kingdom.
I like the recent trend in flower crowns but what I want to know is why they’re all so pretty and tame and pastoral.
I want to go out and find buttonweed and foxtails and manky roadside clover and goats heads and make a flower crown out of that. I want a flower crown woven out of soft green shoots of blackberry vine. I want a flower crown that will leave me brushing burrs out of my hair.
And today on “I didn’t know there was a plant called ‘goat head’ “…
You should probably be glad you didn’t know. It’s an unobtrusive low-lying plant that grows well in dry, nutrient poor soil, with small, waxy leaves and tiny yellow flowers. The seed pods have a pair of quarter-inch long thorns on them that are fully capable of puncturing a bicycle tire - when I was a kid we had to get special solid rubber inner tubes for our bikes because you could not ride two blocks in my home town without popping a tire.
Stepping on a goat head barefoot is a special kind of hell.
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yes that is exactly how conversations between homestucks go
i’ve had this conversation more than once i’m crying
I think you mean STRONG five
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man though do you ever realize that you’ve spent your whole life inside of your own mind like
everything that you know is experienced inside of it and as part of it
and my mind really does feel like its own universe sometimes because it’s so big and so vast and there’s nobody inside of it…
Ah man sometimes I get weird about my headspace and I’m not even sure whether it’s a variation on what you’re talking about or the complete opposite.
Like, ok, I can kind of perceive my personas for interacting with other people as kind of nebulously existing in my mind but when I get down to it there’s not a lot of measurable difference between the Characters I Play in terms of going to work or church or interacting with family and friends or whatever, and the Characters I Play when I’m intentionally putting on an identity that is Other from myself (like when roleplaying or cosplaying or sometimes even just when I’m getting really into a piece of writing or worldbuilding) and then it’s like… ok, so there’s this inner space that I’ve got these identities as kind of a buffer for but they’re not me, then who is me, who is the observer? And I can’t get a good answer to that because I never directly touch on anything outside of my own mind so I can’t get a frame of reference. It’s a little disconcerting.
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cygnahime replied to your post: I like the recent trend in flower crowns but what…
I have spent way too much time extracting burrs from my hair to want this. On the other hand: make flower crowns for your rivals out of poison ivy for that Medea touch.
I should probably mention that I don’t have very much hair right now anyway, and I’m fairly certain that we don’t have much in the way of really clingy burrs around here
I like the recent trend in flower crowns but what I want to know is why they’re all so pretty and tame and pastoral.
I want to go out and find buttonweed and foxtails and manky roadside clover and goats heads and make a flower crown out of that. I want a flower crown woven out of soft green shoots of blackberry vine. I want a flower crown that will leave me brushing burrs out of my hair.
Well, they’re supposed to value learning, which isn’t necessarily the same thing as smart. Although I think you’re plenty clever!
(Anyway sorting has as much to do with what you’d want to develop in yourself as what traits you already have. If you don’t like your existing Slytherin-ish traits, the Hat probably wouldn’t put you in Slytherin.)
Also hon, even if I were willing to conceed that you are a “dillweed,” which I’m not… I mean, Ravenclaws include Padma Patil and Anthony Goldstein. Slytherin house doesn’t exactly have a monopoly on unpleasant.
Also wasn’t Gilderoy Lockhart a Ravenclaw?
I believe he was, yes.
Freaking Lockhart.
Maybe later I will write up a more comprehensive analysis of Ravenclaw values and behavior within the larger Hogwarts community but right now I need to go to bed.
