WEDNESDAY! -- GENDER ROLES!

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Hey everyone!!

Today is Gender Roles day!! Make an old couple modern, apply gender-roles to a non conventional relationship, put together a fairytale with the genders all switched around. Play with the strong woman and the femme, just have fun with it. Crack inspiration is a plus!

Remember, only three prompts per fandom, five prompts in a row. No spoilers in headers until at least a week after the premier date.

Be kind to the code monkeys and format the prompts properly:

Author's Choice, Author's Choice, 50's marriage

Leverage, Alec/Elliot, "So, who's the woman in your relationship?"

Eureka, Nathan/Allison, Dominatrix

Have fun with it and I'll see you tomorrow!

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[snarky-kat.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Hardison/Parker, "make me a sandwich, woman"

[snarky-kat.livejournal.com]

SPN, Castiel/girl!Dean, you've never taken me dancing before

First thing I've written in months, hope it doesn't suck..

[vampedvixen.livejournal.com]

“You’ve never taken me dancing before,” she eyed the angel warily, wondering what he was thinking bringing her to a place this nice. She’d thought they were going to a backstreet bar, someplace to play darts and share a drink in celebration of their victory against the darkness, the demons, the angels and every other goddamn thing that once stood in their way. Hell, she wasn’t even sure they’d let her in the joint in her leather jacket and with the various bruises that still covered her face from the battle yesterday. “What’s with the sudden change of plans?”

“You’ve taught me this past year that sometimes plans need to change.” He put a protective hand on her shoulder as they crossed the street to the fanciest club in the city. Castiel’s voice dropped to the serious tone she knew and loved. “And mine have. I’m not going back.”

She tried not to get her hopes up. Everything she’d ever trusted in life pretty much let her down in the end, and they had spent the past few months arguing about Castiel’s plans of returning home after the apocolypse was over. “You mean, you really want to stay with me, Cas?”

“If you’ll have me.”

An unasked question hung in the air, he was so tentative about the subject; she could sense his fear, so afraid she might not want him to stay. She put her hand in his own, tightly holding onto it to reassure both of them that her angel wasn’t going anywhere. Then, refusing to let this turn into a chick-flick moment, she smirked up at him. “Duh.”

[amathela.livejournal.com]

Wizards Of Waverly Place, Justin/Alex, Alex (secretly?) likes it when Justin orders her around

I Have a Surprise

[hamimifk.livejournal.com]

"Turn around." Justin said, twirling his finger in a circle.

"What for?" Alex asked, crossing her arms.

"I have a surprise for you."

"So just give it to me."

Inhaling to keep his calm, Justin placed his fists on either side of his hips. "Do you have to make everything difficult?"

The brunette smirked mockingly at her brother. "Life would be dull if I didn't. Besides, you're the one making this difficult. Why does this have to be a big spectacle? Just give me the surprise."

Now it was Justin's turn to cross his arms and frown at his sister. "No. Turn around or I won't give it to you."

Alex called her brother's bluff and shrugged. "Fine then, don't give it to me." But she didn't move from where she stood, staring her brother down. He would break, she was sure of it.

Justin, suddenly frustrated by the fact he was once again letting his little sister toy with his head, decided another approach was in order. With a smirk usually more suited for Alex's face, he stepped forward and grabbed her shoulders roughly, trying to turn her around. Not one to be pushed around, Alex shoved her brother. Well, tried to shove him. His grip was tight and biting against her skin as he held on to keep from being knocked away.

"Turn around!" He growled, then relaxed a little. "Please?"

"Fine!" Alex huffed, throwing her hands up the best she could in the confide space between her and her brother.

Turning around, she was surprised to see her bed covered with a black comforter. "What's this about?"

His breath tickled her neck as he pressed his lips to the skin. "A replacement for the other comforter I messed up. Wanna try it out?"

Grinning, Alex crossed her arms. "I dunno... Do you think you can demand me to do things and get away with it?"

"I can try." Justin said as he urged her toward the bed.

Secretly, Alex likes when Justin is pushy.

(A/N: o.o Not exactly what the prompt called for but it's close enough I hope?)

[snarky-kat.livejournal.com]

How I Met Your Mother, Barney/Robin, a housewife she was not

[pleonasm]

xxxHOLiC, Clow/Yuuko, he always makes the chocolate on Valentine's

Almost Armistice

[measuringlife.livejournal.com]

Just when she feels as if her patience has frayed enough that she wants to wish a million painful ailments on him, he brings her rum and chocolate. Invariably, every February fourteenth when young girls make chocolate for their sweethearts, he brings her some of her own, as if he too were a young girl very much in love.

She doesn’t doubt the young part, for often she questions his maturity, or at least the maturity he displays around her which seems to fall into the category of seven-year-old-dropping-bugs-into-the-shirt-of-the-girl-he-likes.

She’s explained that White Day exists for such reasons. He just smiles and says we both know that White Day is a thank you, and that you’re never going to make chocolate for me.

And he is right. Chocolate and rum (or sake, or wine, or whisky) is always the one thing that will make her forgive his smugness, his teasing, or the sheer fact that she is more affected by him than she wishes to be affected by anyone.

He often doesn’t simply wait once a year, but whenever the mood strikes him. Still, he does manage to make each one special. They are circular and patterned, not heart shaped. They’re made with alcohol and she feels herself slip into that same milky glory of drunkenness. She floats in it, and everything melts away.

So now will you forgive me? he says, watching her in that intimate, self-satisfied way.

She glances at him appraisingly. If she pushes it, she just might get seconds. Besides, he has been insufferable lately..

I’ll think about it, she says and slips another piece of chocolate into her mouth.

[pleonasm]

xxxHOLiC, Clow/Yuuko, someone (probably Yuuko XD) calls Clow the housewife

Opiates

[measuringlife.livejournal.com]

They’d already gotten through a good deal of her wine cellar and that was saying something considering the sheer volume of her wine cellar. Of course, whenever Clow was around their times were spent solely in the pursuits of alcohol, snark, opium, magic and on occasion, sex.

Yuuko always blamed the sex on a mix of the wine, the opium and the aftershocks of their combined magic, but those excuses sounded flimsy even to her ears. She only made them as a feeble attempt to pretend that they weren’t what they were.

Now they lay, tired by their revels on separate chaises. Hers was a deep maroon, his was a faint gold. His hair dropped over the side, black strands messily falling out from his ponytail.

She took a long drag on her pipe, her mix of herbs and spices to her opium only enhanced the elegance of her vice.

“It has been some time since you bought food,” he said.

“And?” She flicked an annoyed glance to him. “Are you trying to be my mother now?”

“Oh Yuuko, come now. Everyone knows you were born fully grown floating in a barrel of sake. They don’t call you ‘The Goddess of Alcohol’ for nothing.”

She scoffed. “You’re the only one who calls me that.”

“Quite right,” he said. “Whoever else would dare? I believe they are quite frankly, terrified of you.”

“And shouldn’t you be afraid of me?” She said, her smile long and predatory.

“I should, and yet I am not. Probably because I’ve seen you when you are drunk and hungover on the chaise, and in other ways...”

He’d seen her in many stages. They’d sewn together magic together, even cloned gods.

If she wasn’t so stoned, she’d have kicked him out of the house long ago. That’s always how it ended, either he left when he realized she was at her breaking point, or he enjoyed baiting her enough that she would have to throw him out. Often with magic. He’d just smirk and say you’ve left a mark for me to remember until next time.

He could be so infuriating sometimes. Or, to be more precise, all the time.

He continued on to his earlier thread of conversation.

“Considering you’ll probably forget it, I’ll bring you some food.”

“You sound like a housewife,” she said, with more than a trace of amusement.

“You need a housewife...or a kitchenboy to fetch you things. Someone to clean up these bottles.”

“Oh, really? I need help?”

A wave of her hand and the broom was alive, sweeping out the dust in the kitchen where high-heeled footprints were peppered through. He seemed to take this as a challenge and brought in a floating duster and rag to wash the windows. They each went to different beats, of Clow’s and Yuuko’s power, each separate and yet each rhythmically similar, connected.

“As you can see, I don’t need anyone. I’m perfectly capable of getting this on my own.”

He adjusted his glasses. His look was infuriatingly affectionate and smug at the same time.

“Oh, you need more than you know.”

She hated it when he was right.


The full thing here (http://measuringlife.livejournal.com/457891.html)

[misura.livejournal.com]

Troubleshooters Inc, Jules Cassidy/Robin Chadwick, protector

[pleonasm]

xxxHOLiC, Clow/Yuuko, genderswitch (either/both) and its effect on their relationship roles

[trulybloom.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Parker/Eliot, after a hard day a "work" (i.e., stealing something) Parker comes home to home-cooked meal.

[indraleigh.livejournal.com]

She didn't feel up to putting up with Nate hovering so she pretended to be fine in the car back to his apartment, but as soon as he was out of sight from dropping her off Parker let the tired show. It was easy getting in to the building but the air ducts were small and twisted, some on funny inclines that Parker kept loosing footing on and sliding down to slam into the landing. Leaving the building had to be from the roof because of the small items tucked in her pockets and the electronic security systems in the buildings. The building was not an rectangle but shaped like a T. The overcast sky released rain and sudden wind that shoved Parker into a corner of the building. Getting the breath knocked out of her she was unable to respond to Hardison's panicked yelling for a few what seemed like forever on the rope.

Walking up the steps to Nate's apartment Parker slowly pulled off the her rappelling rig and toolbelt of the computer items Hardison was now using to hack the building computers. Walking into the apartment she didn't pay attention, no one was supposed to be here, their jobs were just starting. Dropping her rig on the floor she fell forward onto the sofa. Reaching into a pocket for her cell phone, debating on pizza or chinese her hand was stopped. Eliot's warm hand and quiet voice welcoming her home.

“Hey Parker. Sit up for a minute. I've got food cooking, fortune cookies for later, and if you want hot bath.”

Letting Eliot help her up Parker asked, “Nate's tub with the jets?”

“Yep. Hardison called in a panic about you slamming into a builiding.” Eliot said.

“Thank's Eliot.” This was nice. Coming home to someone who was pleased to see her and even better Eliot's cooking.

[amathela.livejournal.com]

Wizards Of Waverly Place, Justin/Alex, Justin is really overprotective, even for a big brother

[snarky-kat.livejournal.com]

SPN, Castiel/girl!Dean, damsel in distress

Damsels and Unicorns (girl!Dean/Dean, R)

[kijikun.livejournal.com]

It went long so you can find it here (http://www.livejournal.com/users/kijikun/1003536.html).

[trulybloom.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Nate/Sophie, pegging and The Second David

[trulybloom.livejournal.com]

rps: cw rps, Christian Kane/Jensen Ackles, make him cry

Best of a Bad Bargain. CW RPS AU

[just-imriel.livejournal.com]

Disclaimer: Total CW RPS Prison AU with a not-very-nice!Kane and a largely silent (for now) new!fish!Jensen. I have no idea where this came from. Not an idea I'd even considered before. I hope you don't hate it. Complete in itself, but there's a part two already underway.

eta: edited for spelling

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“You gonna stay there all night?”

No answer. The new fish – Jensen, and what kinda name was that, anyway? - was squeezed into the space between the toilet and the wall - as far away from him as possible in their cozy 6’ x 8’ home. Kane could easily drag his ass out out of there, and would, if this bullshit went on too much longer, but for now he was trying to be patient. The first night had been tough on him, too, long ago. Tougher. Little fishie didn’t know how good he had it.

“Could be worse, you know. They could’ve put you in with them skinhead sons-a-bitches. They would seriously mess you up.”

“Like you want to?” Fish lifted his head to glare at him. Kane just rolled his eyes.

“I got no interest in messing you up. I’m just gonna fuck you.”

“No. No way.”

Kane shrugged. “So you say. He stretched out on his bunk, hands behind his head, and continued in a conversational tone, “Few months back this kid came through. Pretty, with a bad attitude, like you. Old ganger – mean fucker - turned him out. Beat him bloody just about every day, and pimped his ass for cigarettes and hooch. Like I said, the kid was pretty… least until he took a dive off the third tier not too long ago. Some folks are saying that banger threw him, but it wasn’t like that. I saw it all. Punk just took it into his head to fly.”

Kane rolled to his side and propped up on one elbow to check his progress. The fish was still curled in on himself, taking short, ragged breaths that meant he’d be crying like a baby before too long. Which of course was the point. Once you made them cry, the rest was just a matter of persuasion. He lay back down, grinning to himself. “Hey, you know, I bet the old banger is running low on smokes by now – maybe I should introduce you. Hmm. Then there was this guy who…

By the time he was halfway through his third horror story, the fish was sobbing openly. Kane savored the sound for a long moment before sitting up and dropping lightly to the floor. Two steps, and he reached down and grabbed the kid by his shirt collar, dragging him to his feet and into a rough embrace. There wasn’t much of a struggle – fear and exhaustion had taken their toll – and before long he fell still, face buried in Kane’s shoulder, body still wracked with the occasional sob. Christian stroked his hair softly, spoke more softly still.

“What I’m sayin’, Jensen, is you’ve got choices. Things don’t have to go that bad for you. You end up like that, it’s your decision – ‘cause I’m offering you something different. You understand me?”

“I don’t know… I can’t… oh god.” Christian spun the kid around and pushed him against the wall, then stepped back, spreading his arms wide, displaying himself muscles, scars, and all.

“Look at me, bitch. Think I can’t just take what I want? Think you could stop me?”

Jensen shook his head slowly from side to side, swallowing hard. He really was pretty, Kane thought. Those eyes, even red and swollen from crying, were amazing, and he could almost feel those lips on his cock already.

“Anybody else in this joint would have you on your knees by now, even if they had to half kill you to do it. You get that, right?” A nod. “So here’s the deal. You give me what anyone else would just take and you are mine. I take care of you. You let anyone else touch what’s mine for any reason, I break your neck. Simple as that. Now, I want to know whether you live or die tomorrow is any of my concern. Decide.”

Jensen licked his lips and took a deep breath, pushing himself off of the wall. His voice was a whisper. “What do I have to do?”

[zarabithia.livejournal.com]

Marvel, Clint Barton/Kate Bishop, pegging

[kasmodia.livejournal.com]

SPN, Sam/Dean, "Overcompensating? You? Nahh..."

cracky crack

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Dean looked preoccupied as he ran the razor along his legs, leaving them smooth and silky. Sam went over to help him put lotion on his legs to prevent razor burn, his large hands moving up the calf, fingers encircling the bended knee, and then up the thigh, finally stopping right before Dean got over-eager.

"What's bothering you, Dean?"

"Your face."

Sam sighed. He knew Dean wouldn't want to have mushy moment of feelings or anything horrifying like that. Sam could never figure out the pattern of what Dean was scared of and what he wasn't.

So he waited. And later that evening, after a few beers, as they got ready to go to bed, Dean finally brought it up.

"So that guy?"

Sam raised an eyebrow. "Which guy?"

"The guy at the diner, Sammy," Dean said as he stripped off his jeans.

"The one who flirted with me until you threatened to kick his ass."

"Yeah, him. He said that I was overcontrolling."

"Uh huh," Sam said, not seeing the issue.

"Sam! Later, when you went to take a piss, he came back to our booth. He said I was an overcontrolling bossy prick."

"Uh huh," Sam said, nonchalantly, as he watched Dean slowly roll pink lace stockings up his legs.

"And I was all, 'whatever," Dean continued as he scattered pink and lavender rose petals across the bed.

"Yeah," Sam said, tilting his head to get a better view as Dean leaned over the bedspread.

"And then he said that I'm so 'pathetically butch' that I'm obviously compensating for something," Dean said as searched for his Sarah McLachlan CD and then put it in the player.

"Weird," Sam said noncomittally as he watched Dean change from boxers to a pink leather miniskirt with the words "2Juicy4U" embroidered on the ass.

Dean kept complaining though, even as he lit some candles around various parts of the room. "Sammy, he said I was 'pathetically butch.' What does that even mean? And he said I looked like someone switched the head and the body of a Rainbow Brite doll and a GI Joe doll."

"Don't let it bother you Dean," Sam said, trying to focus as Dean lay demurely on the bed.

"And then he said that anyone who needs to act that pushy must spend his weekends kneeling by a hole in a bathroom wall. Seriously, does that mean what I think it means?"

"No, I'm sure it's nothing," Sam said as he moved over Dean and started gently kissing his neck.

"And what did he mean? Hey, Sam, do you think I'm overcompensating for something?"

"You? Nahhh," Sam said as he moved his mouth downward to Dean's sensitive nipples.

"Sammy!" Dean said.

"What? I'm listening, really."

"But you didn't tell me I'm pretty, Sammy. You know I can't do this if you don't say that I'm pretty."

[measuringlife.livejournal.com]

Marvel, Reed/Sue, superhero by day, supermom by night

[measuringlife.livejournal.com]

Marvel, Xavin/Karolina, "Say what you will, but Xavin is totally Karolina's bitch."

[kasmodia.livejournal.com]

RPS, Jensen/Jared, Jensen tries to be a gentleman old style, Jared's profoundly confused

[pesha.livejournal.com]

RPS, Chad Michael Murray/Jared Padalecki, "Chad's no girl, he's a rockstar."

[pesha.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, John Winchester, what it means to be a man

A Few Good Men

[snowglow1275.livejournal.com]

Spoilers for 'All Hell Breaks Loose' and foreshadowing.




John loved. And lost. But he refused to let it go. He got revenge, and then some. He was strong, recklessly brave, and fiercely protective of who he had left. It may not have been what he really wanted for them, or for himself if he’s being honest, but it was what had to be done. So, now, looking at his son’s stoic faces after he’s just clawed his way out of hell and knowing what is in store for them he’s surprisingly ok with the past. Because what they have to do, what they’re gonna live through, they’re gonna need to be tough. They may never get their happy ending or Sam’s nice normal life but someone has to do the sacrificing. Someone has to take on the weight of the world. And John knows his sons can handle it. Because he raised them to be men. And what the world is really gonna need is a few good men.

[cloudyjenn.livejournal.com]

SPN, Dean/girl!Castiel, a little romance

SPN, Dean/girl!Castiel, a little romance

[trillianastra.livejournal.com]

Uhh.. turned into a BtVS crossover, sort of, to the extent that Dawn is Cas' Vessel. Er. Hope you like it, anyway.
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Dean’s gaze keeps slipping towards Cas. When it does, he catches himself, reminds himself that Cas is an angel, and that the kind of thoughts he’s been thinking about her are all kinds of sinful.

He ignores that irritating little voice in the back of his mind that coughs something that sounds suspiciously like Anna, telling himself firmly that what happened with Anna was different. She’d been human at the time, after all, and this… this was him looking at Castiel, who was riding around in the body of a girl. He knew a bit about her, Cas’ Vessel, from the couple of days when Cas had been yanked back to Heaven and they’d found her beaten up and unconscious. Her name was Dawn, she was twenty-one, and she’d been worried frantic about her sister, for some reason that he’d never found out.

None of that mattered, anyway, because Castiel was back in the driver’s seat now, and dammit, he still couldn’t take his eyes off her. He shook himself and concentrated on reading the lorebook open in front of him. That worked for a while… at least until he felt a soft hand on his arm, and looked up to see Cas looking at him.

“Yeah?”

“I have noticed, you realise.”

“Noticed what?”

“You keep looking at me. Is it this Vessel? Does it hold some.. attraction for you?”

“Er…”

“Yes?”

“Well, yeah… you’re kinda hot.”

Cas gives him a look. “I am an angel…”

“…yeah, I know, you’re not allowed to get involved like that,” Dean finished for her.

“I was going to say that there was some leeway in my orders.”

“….huh?”
“There is… room for manuevre.”

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

“That would depend on what you are thinking,” Cas says with a tiny smile, as she leans forward and presses a chaste kiss to his lips.

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Eliot/Hardison, mature non-macho non-joke conversation about how they each feel like their 'feminine side' is important to who they are

[pesha.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Eliot/Parker, with Sophie gone, Parker asks Eliot to teach her how to do The Wink & Shimmy

[me-ya-ri.livejournal.com]

"Awww, come on," Parker begged. "Please?"

"Forget it, Parker," Eliot growled. He glared at her and turned to stomp away.

"Elioooooot!" Parker whined, grabbing his elbow so that he wouldn't disappear on her. "I can't do it! Seriously. Sophie promised that she'd teach me but she left and I know better than to ask Nate or Hardison. Please. Please? Come on, pleeeeease?"

"And you think I know how to do the wink and shimmy thing?" Eliot asked, his cheeks going a little red.

Parker nodded so hard that her hair flew. Eliot groaned, huffing. He tugged to try and get his elbow out of her hands so she wrapped her arms around his elbow and clung. Eliot made a little noise that was almost a laugh except that it sounded way more like a growl that had a tiny cough at the end. An Eliot-growl-laugh-cough. She rounded her eyes up at him, trying to look as earnest as possible. She could literally see the moment when his resolution gave out.

"All right," Eliot sighed, his expression collapsing into something resigned and embarrassed. "Let go of my arm and I'll try and teach you."

"Thank you!" Parker squealed, half-climbing him to kiss his cheek.

"Yeah, yeah, let go," Eliot said, his voice gruff. He was smiling at her in that fond-big-brother way, so it was all right.

She let go and put her hands behind her back so that she wouldn't be tempted to grab him again. Eliot sighed, rubbing the back of his neck as if he was thinking about something. He shrugged and went a couple of paces away.

"All right," Eliot said, "it's pretty simple really. The whole point of it is to get your mark to follow you, usually into a trap. In your case that means you're luring him in to a place where I can beat him up."

"Right," Parker said, nodding once hard.

"So you'll be in a dress and probably high heels," Eliot said. "That helps. The heels, I mean. They ah, make your hips move more when you walk."

"Really?" Parker said, wondering how Eliot knew that.

"Really," Eliot said, nodding decisively. "So you have your conversation with the mark and he's sitting at the bar. Then you get up, turn away and look over your shoulder at him."

"Okay," Parker said, picturing it in her mind with Nate as the mark and Eliot as her. Eliot in a dress and high heels was weird but whatever.

"So," Eliot said, his cheeks getting redder as if he could see what Parker was imagining in her head, "you look over you shoulder at him and smile really slightly. Not a big smile, just a little smirk like you know something he doesn't know. And then you wink at him slowly."

He positioned Parker and then demonstrated. He turned, took three steps, looked over his shoulder with the most drop-dead seductive look in his eyes and a little smirk on his lips. He winked once, smirked a little harder and turned.

"Then you walk away and try and emphasize the way the heels make your hips move," Eliot said, his back to her as he demonstrated.

Parker stared at his ass, squirmy things happening in her stomach as his hips swayed in a way that absolutely had to be illegal. The mental image of Eliot in the dress and heels doing it made Parker go beet red. Yup. Definitely illegal in almost every state in the union. She started as Eliot turned back and looked at her quizzically.

"So does that make sense?" Eliot asked, back to his normal body language.

"Um, I think so," Parker said, squirming a little. "But wouldn't doing that in public get you arrested? I mean, a dress, heels, walking like that? That's got to be illegal enough that we'll get busted."

"…what?" Eliot asked, blinking several times in befuddlement.

[daria234.livejournal.com]

author's choice, author's choice, "'Masculinity' is just the word we use when men's emotions make them act hysterical"

Sure Doc.

[msmanuscript.livejournal.com]

Dr. Horrible, Billy, Moist.

Moist and Billy watched the crowd move and sway in time with the flexing of Captain Hammer’s huge arms. Massively huge… overly non-human huge. Because that’s Captain Hammer, non-human and huge. The people didn’t seem to care though. He was their savior, the one to keep them from “getting hurt” by the Evil Doctor. Though, of course, Billy would never hurt anyone, accident or not. Hammer, on the other hand, would get someone clipped and blame it on the villain. Douche.

“What makes him so… popular?” Billy mused, sipping his tea. The Coffee Bean was very empty at the moment, allowing the friends/co-workers to speak freely. Which was good, because being a rather well-known bad-guy made it so you had to watch what you say.

“Muscles?” Moist’s eyes lazed over to his friend, swirling the dregs of his latte. It had been one of those days. There was nothing to do, so they decided to people watch. Of course, that wasn’t all that exciting either.

“I have muscles.”

“No you don’t.”

“Do to! You just can’t see them under the coat.”

“…Uh-huh.”

Billy gave him a look, turning his attention back to the hero.

“Good looks?”

“He has strabismus!”

“What?”

“Wall eyes.”

“Oh. That doesn’t mean anything.”

“Yes. It takes his good looks down like, five points! Come on, I have blue eyes, that makes me better than him, doesn’t it?”

“Being Aryan doesn’t make you better.”

“I never said that. You don’t have to be white to have blue eyes.”

“But you are white.”

“That doesn’t matter. My point is that I have better eyes than he does.”

“Yeah, whatever.”

“Hey!”

“What?! You’re the one who’s going all raciest on me.”

“I never said that! and you know me Moist, I’d never do that. come on, what would he be better than I am?”

“He’s masculine?”

“That’s just a word people use when men act hysterical. If you can’t keep your emotions in check then what’s the point.”

“Uh-huh. That’s why you can’t get a word out when Penny’s around?”

“That… that’s different.”

“Sure Doc, sure.”

[morlockiness.livejournal.com]

Wizards of Waverly Place, Alex & Justin (Jalex welcome), she wants to prove that she's better at being a boy than he is