You just do not have the right kind of think pan to sustain that emotion
why is it so hard for the media to come up with a gay character whos entire plot line and personality isnt centered around the fact that theyre gay
I don’t like being “that person who turns the post into a Homestuck post,” but…
Seconding all of that.
Dirk from my current WIP fanfic. I’ve only been working on writing it for, like, a year now. Sigh.
A mellow, bittersweet theme for all the Derse dreamers. A Prospit theme is forthcoming.
(…I mastered this using a pair of earbuds, so I have no idea how it’ll sound on actual speakers…)
URHG BRO UR SO EMBARRASSING
Dirk hasn’t eaten since breakfast, so first things first, you feed him. Nothing like a little soul food for when you discover you’ve had multiple lives—two of which included a video game apocalypse. (Your own ‘soul food’ is an especially strong martini.) Dirk sits hunched on a barstool, indelicately slurping chicken soup while you watch him with a fond eye. He’s taller and far more filled out than the rangy teenage Dirk from the game, and yet he has the same mannerisms, the same speech patterns, and the same slight awkwardness that has always endeared him to you. Other parts of his personality are different, or smoothed in some way. Being a father has tamed many of his neuroses, as motherhood has some of yours. Raising Dave in this universe gave him an outlet for all his anxiety, and eased the loneliness and depression that had nearly crushed him as a teen. You’re looking at the very best of Dirk Strider. The very best of all of you.
“That was surprisingly good,” he says when he’s finished with his soup. You could choose to be offended by the seemingly backhanded compliment, but you know it’s Dirk-ese for a genuine one.
“Yeah, well, when you have more than jus’ pumpkins to eat, you’d be surprised what you can do.”
He looks up at you and goes tense, and it’s hit him again, you can tell. It’s been happening to you, too. For a half second you’ll forget about your other lives. Then something will remind you, and your stomach will drop all over again. After that, you start thinking about Jake, near the end of his life, and Jane, well past the end of hers, and the despair and helplessness come flooding back.
A line appears between Dirk’s brows—he’s been following the same thought process you have.
“Have you talked to Jake?” you ask him gently.
He shakes his head. “I tried calling, but Jade answered the phone and said he wasn’t feeling well. Asked me to call back later.”
“You should.” You place a hand on his shoulder and he leans into your touch. “By the way, I’m real sorry about what I said earlier. Are you still mad at me?”
“A little,” he replies. Hey, at least he’s honest. You would much prefer a candid expression of anger to the passive-aggressive sniping both he and Rose are prone to. “I’ll get over it, though.”
You think about Jake, and what it must have been like for him to awaken with his teenage memories suddenly thrust into an old man’s body. What it was like to discover that Jane was already dead. It’s enough to make you polish off your martini in one go.
“This is so fucked up,” you say, sinking down onto the barstool next to Dirk.
Dirk wraps a warm, heavy arm around your shoulders and pulls you close. “I know.”
“What do we do?”
He takes his shades off with his free hand to rub at his eyes. You remember him at sixteen quite vividly, and though he’s still youthful for his age, it surprises you how tired he looks. There are three lifetimes within those golden-orange depths.
“I have no idea,” he says quietly.
it makes me laugh how many people are like “omfg Dirk and Jane’s friendship in this update is so cute!!!”
like they’ve had a really great, really adorable friendship from the beginning. He rewrote a whole damn book for her basically and made her a robo-bunny out of a prized family heirloom.
Their friendship has always been fucking cute as hell,
look update art ahahahaha
He looks just like a cat after you put silly clothes or a leash on it. Like, “Nope. Fuck you, I give up.” /flop
I’m not sure I agree with all the “poor Dirk” stuff in that I’m not entirely willing to absolve him of all the slightly creepy things he did prior to the update, but dang, I knew that screencapped quote had jumped out at me for a reason…
can we just talk about DIRK FUCKING STRIDER RIGHT NOW
yeah all the alpha kids have their problems but
WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT DIRK STRIDER.
It’s not even about DirkJake or any of that, it’s about the man (the myth and the legend) himself. DIRK STRIDER.
See, the reason that I emphasize that like a bitch is because NOBODY ELSE WILL. In nearly the ENTIRE HOMESTUCK UNIVERSE, nobody puts DIRK “I FUCKING CUT MY OWN HEAD OFF FOR YOU MOTHERFUCKERS” STRIDER first.
NOT EVEN DIRK STRIDER PUTS DIRK STRIDER FIRST.