Where is that Katie essay? Katie with a huge soft heart, and lots of big feelings.
it's still the same anon who REALLY needs a MUNA friend, brainwashing failed on all their friends
Okay Katie mini essay time because i was on a train for an hour 🥲 and also I love Katie sm hold on I went on a ramble-
Note that this is a lighthearted personality analysis because I related to Katie from what we see of her outward personality, no harm meant in this <3
So I’ve watched like every Muna interview ever and the way Katie talks is very personable. She tries to be funny and open and it’s hard sometimes because muna’s dynamic is so close that the way they talk is like hard for interviewers to read?? So she’s always like trying to make jokes land and translate their silly Muna language and it’s so cute 😭 and they love to banter with interviewers too my favourite was “do you want to switch pants?”
I do find Katie can be hard on themself a lot like. In the way they’re perceived. It happens a lot in interviews again and I think is played off in that joking way ( “I’m so problematic” or “no fuck me”) when she misreads a situation with Naomi (usually them but sometimes with Jo) or a guest and think she’s said something wrong? Like I notice she wants to joke around but then notices something she said may have been Not Right and has to take steps back to make sure everything is okay and asks a lot of questions to be sure she didn’t do something wrong. I think she’s like Julien in that way where they don’t wanna be perceived in the wrong way or have what they say taken out of context or misunderstood.
But like in terms of how loving Katie is oh my god, there’s so much to unpack here? First of all look at her lyrics. The way she writes says a lot about what she wants to put out into the world and it’s so beautiful to me to see how it’s evolved over time too and also how her interpretation of her lyrics has changed throughout performances. Some lyrics that really hit me have always been:
Clearly I have a bias to About U
But like yeah her lyrics definitely show how hard she feels emotions and how she has learned to channel them and bro I could hyperanalyze every Muna song if you asked me to tbh but I won’t do that here because I will be insufferable lmao
Going back to her being personable, the way she interacts with guests and friends on gayotic and in other situations shows how she loves and how much she loves I think? Like the way she talks to people and jokes around with guests and interviews like they’d been talking for ages. Katie is definitely a person who wants to be like In Charge of the interview 😭 I’ve noticed this with gayotic she really wants to lead conversations and it’s funny but she still does her best to give the floor to others and listen attentively and ask questions and that clearly means a lot to her which I think is a love language in itself. She loves telling stories and relating to people she’s talking to, like with franki or other friends they’ve had on gayotic she’s always so excited to share good memories and it clearly makes her so happy to share those with fans 🥺 she loves her friends dude
She’s also just really physically affectionate, which we knew was coming ofc. Sometimes she just gets distracted in interviews and almost kisses Jo which is funny I can never tell if it’s a bit or just the urge to kiss Jo (valid). Her holding Naomi’s hand during interviews when she knows she’s going to say something that’ll annoy them 😭😭. She seeks out physical touch sometimes during interviews, she’ll lean a bit closer to the others every so often or do the joking kiss thing. Katie also seems the most inclined out of all of them to use pet names for her friends like baby/honey and this is adorable, she calls Jo baby a lot especially when they get flustered on podcasts/by cameras. Boygenius gets hugs on and off stage every interaction of course, and I genuinely don’t think it’s for fan service. There’s a difference in the way Katie dances with phoebe during silk and the way she hugs her when she first comes on stage. Flirty stage presence Katie versus excited to see her friend Katie methinks. And the hug and head kiss she gave Julien after last night’s performance looks almost like a comforting thing, especially considering how shy jb used to be during silk performances?? And she hugs Lucy so tight every time it’s so sweet. She just loves those boys like she loves Naomi and Jo :(
I just think that Katie Gavin has a whole lot of love to give the world and they show it as outwardly as they possibly can because there isn’t nearly enough love in this world as is
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YOUR MEDIC!READER X JET HAS BREATHED LIFE INTO ME. MAKE THEM HOLD HANDS. I BEG. THE PINING IS INSANE. The atla jet fandom is DRY so you're doing god's work out here 😭 😭 (Or anything tbh! I'm absolutely in love with your writing 😭❤️)
🌾 ・ HAND IN LOVING HAND
summ. Jet comes into a dawning realisation. It starts with a mission gone wrong.
pairing. Jet x f!medic!reader
w.count. 0.7k ( just a blurb! )
a/n. Ask and you shall receive! I’m so glad you love medic!reader as much as I do!
He figures, later, that it might have started with Operation: Creeping Cricket.
Courtesy to Smellerbee for the unique mission name, ofcourse.
That had involved, to date: A handful of Freedom Fighters itching for a fight, an imprisoned pair of orphan twins they’d planned to break out, a couple of dumb Fire Nation spies, and the leaky walls they called the borders of Omashu.
Except, ofcourse, it wouldn’t be a mission without a series of unfortunate events, of which occurred: a storm that changed Sneers’ accurately-predicted course of said Fire Nation spies, which meant their little hostages that they’d come to rescue would be headed down a different path, which also meant their traps lining on the trail towards the borders of Omashu— that The Duke had spent a frustratingly long amount of time setting up— would be rendered useless.
They settled on a brute force ambush instead, much to your disdain; you were, after all, a better healer than you were a fighter.
“This was a terrible—!” You pause to dodge a burst of white hot flames from a Fire Nation soldier. The rain is quick to dampen their efforts, luckily for you. “This was a terrible plan, Jet!”
He strains to hear you underneath the torrent. “Don’t blame me, Pipsqueak started it! Duck!”
You duck. Another spy crumples behind you, thanks to the swing of Jet’s tiger blades, and as the soldier lands on the ground— that’s when you notice it; the quaking rumble of earth, the jumping of stones.
Earth Kingdom Guards have caught wind.
In the distance, Longshot produces a birdcall from high above— shrill and piercing, one that’s rarely ever been used amongst the rebellion— a warning. Retreat. The Freedom Fighters are outnumbered. Scatter.
The ground erupts beneath you, and you scream. You practically sweep Jet off his feet as you snatch his hand and take off to higher ground to avoid the rising tempest. Hot on your heels, both of you can feel the snap and crackle of roots tearing deep underneath as the kingdom guards begin their manhunt.
“Quick!” you urge, as he trips over his footing. You glance at him over your shoulder, giving him a squeeze in your intertwined fingers as you check, “Hey, you hurt?”
“I— uh, no,” he stumbles, for some reason. Nothing but superficial cuts and bruises, anyway. He’ll live. “Yeah, I’m fine.”
It could’ve been minutes or an hour of just running, he isn’t quite sure— he’s too busy noting how your hands fit awfully perfect against his, and how despite the rain and muck, you still managed to look... collected. (Collected, he thinks, because he refused to admit anything unforgivably romantic.) Jet lets himself be led across the maze of woodland and grass, and catches himself wondering whether the hand holding had been a conscious move at all.
At the time, he’d decided it didn’t matter.
It shouldn’t, Jet had reasoned to himself, as you tugged him underneath an overhang and into a hidden crevice. Beyond the roguish charm and borderline flirtatious jokes he liked to play at— both of you were, at the end of the day, amidst an unending war. You were the Rebellions’ resident medic, and he was their token leader. There was no time to entertain fairytales and pipedreams.
“I think we lost them,” you pant, peeking over. “Do you think the others are okay?”
Jet looks at you, fights back the urge to tuck the rain-wet strands of your hair behind your ear so he can see your face better; how the light hits your profile and sets your eyes alight, down to the tip of your nose, and to your mud-stained cheeks. Collected. Capable, he reminds himself. Not pretty. Not pretty. Not—
“What’s wrong?” you ask, when you’d caught his gaze. “Jet?”
“Ah. Uh, nothing,” he blinks away— too fast; too quick to hide the obvious lie. “The others can handle themselves. Let’s, let’s wait for the storm to pass.”
This is simply camaraderie, he’d convinced himself, and stifled down the barb of disappointment that crept in him when you were the first to finally let go.
Right?
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“You guys never wanna hang out anymore.”
Dustin crosses his arms over his chest and turns away, which earns a scoff and a laugh from Eddie.
“We’re hanging out right now, Henderson.”
“Not just us,” Dustin grumbles.
He narrows his eyes, and when Eddie follows his gaze, he spots Steve a couple yards away. Cupping Billy’s face in his hands and kissing the freckled bridge of his nose.
The sight warms Eddie’s heart. Especially when the blond doesn’t struggle to get away from the affection.
“Should I not invite them next time?” Eddie asks. “Stevie’s never been good about holding back on the PDA.”
“That’s not what I’m talking about.”
Eddie’s brows draw down in concentration. It can be difficult to keep up with Dustin’s likes and dislikes sometimes — when Eddie and Steve first got together, he gave Eddie the cold shoulder for a while. Didn’t talk to Steve much either, but he completely ignored Eddie whenever he saw fit. Turns out no matter how cool he might think Eddie is, Steve is just a notch higher in his book.
Big brothers do come before best friends, Eddie supposes.
It was worse when they first announced that Billy was their partner as well. Dustin was pissed, but he didn’t make it obvious unless Billy was around.
Eddie honestly thought he’d gotten over it already.
“That’s not fair.”
Dustin tears his gaze away from the smooching couple and furrows his brows at Eddie.
“What?”
“I can’t invite Steve but not Billy. That wouldn’t be fair.”
“He can’t stand to be away from you guys for an afternoon?” Dustin huffs. “I miss just hanging out with you both.”
“Look, if you wanna hang out one-on-one, we can plan accordingly. If you wanna hang out with Stevie and I, we can plan accordingly.” Eddie leans back on his hands in the grass. Tilting his head to the side. “But we can’t just spontaneously go out, and tell Billy that he can’t come for no reason. Okay?”
Dustin’s face looks like it’s going to explode out of his head for a moment. Eddie sighs and internally braces himself for whatever tantrum is about to grace him, but his attention is pulled away by a chorus of laughter a ways away.
His boys are lying on the ground, chests heaving from running around and because Steve just not-so-gracefully tackled Billy. Their smiles are huge, even when Billy springs up and starts wrestling Steve into the grass with the goal to pin him.
The sight, the sound of their giggles and fast breaths makes Eddie’s heart soar. He’s never been the roughhousing, physical type.
But he’s glad they’ve found that in each other.
“I guess I just don’t get it,” Dustin says.
Eddie glances over at him. Finds that he, too, is watching the display.
“Get what?”
Dustin pulls a few blades of grass up out of the ground and drops them unceremoniously before he rips more out while he thinks.
“Why you guys like him so much.”
“Want me to tell you?”
Their eyes meet briefly and Dustin nods. Eddie spreads a little smile.
“He loves hard and fast, makes it kinda hard to keep up with sometimes,” Eddie chuckles. “Stevie’s all about being slow and careful. His way of loving is very handled, so to speak.”
In the distance, the laughter has quieted down. Billy, on his back, gently smooths his palms up Steve’s thighs. Lets himself be pressed into the earth by warm weight and soft lips.
Eddie continues, “Obviously, calm and crazy don’t always mix very well on their own, so they need a mediator sometimes. Someone who’s a little bit both.”
He wiggles his eyebrows at Dustin, who huffs amusedly as he considers the new information.
“You guys balance each other out? That’s kind of cliche.”
“Maybe so, but the point I was getting to is that if we left Billy at home today, what do you think Steve would be doing right now? Sitting here looking bored? Pacing?”
“Probably…”
“And what about Billy? Alone at home wondering why we didn’t include him? He’s a lot more sensitive than he looks, kid, I guarantee he would’ve been in tears within the first hour after we left.”
Dustin pouts for a moment. Eddie looks back up the hill. Finds Steve carefully brushing Billy’s hair out of his face and smoothing his thumb along his cheekbone.
They both look so tuckered out suddenly.
“We’re better together, Henderson. I would’ve been really sad at the end of the night if I went home and found my boy upset like that, and so would Steve.”
Dustin nods dejectedly.
“Yeah…”
“We can definitely plan to hang out, though,” Eddie reassures. Reaches out and nudges Dustin’s shoulder with his knuckles. “Just us.”
Dustin nods again, but this time he spreads the faintest smile as well.
Their attention is pulled away when footsteps approach. Billy and Steve are hand-in-hand, walking down the hill, when Steve slips on the grass. Billy pulls him back up before he even makes contact with the ground, resulting in giggles and a slightly startled-looking brunet.
Once they reach the base of the hill, they come to settle at each of Eddie’s sides. Billy leans heavily into his shoulder and sighs fondly when an arm drapes around him.
“Did Stevie get too rough with you again?” Eddie coos.
Billy snorts.
“Other way around, Edd,” Steve huffs.
“I was gentle.”
“Sure, that’s probably why I’m gonna be covered in bruises tomorrow.” Steve shifts into Eddie’s other side, lacing both of his arms around his torso. “People at work are gonna be asking me if I’m safe at home.”
Every word is very evidently accompanied by a smile. Billy chuckles and presses closer. Reaches out to lightly brush his fingers over Steve’s forearm.
“I didn’t rough you up too bad, did I?”
Every time the two tousle around, Steve has to try and keep up, meanwhile Billy shows restraint. He rolls over every time without fail and lets Steve pin him.
It’s like a dance that they do.
“No, love, you didn’t.”
Both boys at either of Eddie’s sides curl closer to him, effectively sandwiching him between them. He presses a kiss to Steve’s forehead while he cards his fingers into Billy’s hair.
Practically has them both purring in a matter of seconds.
“Couple a’ sweethearts,” he muses.
Billy sits up a little, just enough to look at him.
“You wanna go, Munson?” he challenges. “I’ll take you out right now.”
A large hand smooths up Eddie’s sternum, over his collar and comes to rest at the crook of his neck, thumb gently swiping over his Adam’s apple.
“Sure,” Eddie hums. “Where’re we gonna eat?”
The blond snickers and presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth.
“Anywhere you want. Steve’s treat.”
“Hey.”
Steve reaches over and playfully thumps Billy’s leg, which has the blond grinning in the moment of stillness before he reaches back, and Steve dodges away from his hand. They’re quickly scrambling to get up again, sneakers ripping grass from the earth as Billy seamlessly separates from Eddie’s side and lunges at the other brunet.
Then they’re back to chasing one another and huffing out-of-breath giggles.
Eddie watches for a moment, smiling. Just until they wind up on the ground again with Steve on top.
“Yeah, Henderson, I love my boys. I love ‘em a lot,” Eddie says softly. He glances over at Dustin just in time to see him avert his eyes, a contemplative look playing on his features. “I bet you’d get along with Billy if you gave him a chance. He and I are pretty similar in some aspects.”
Dustin makes a face.
“How so? Aside from the taste in music.”
Eddie blows a raspberry and leans back on his hands, looking up at the fading blue of the sky.
“He’s nerdy, for one. He’s always reading gothic literature that goes way over my head, and I read some pretty odd shit,” Eddie begins. “He proofreads my notes and all of my campaigns, which I’m sure none of you guys know about, now that I think about it. Y’know how I brought Iymrith back a few sessions ago and you guys all lost your shit?”
Dustin’s eyes widen and his jaw drops.
“That was his idea?”
“Sure was. He also suggested the mimics, among other things— my point is, he’s more on-our-level than you give him credit for. I think you’d enjoy him if you took a sec to look past all of the denim and hairspray.”
Dustin seems to think on it. Eddie lolls his head to the side and sighs softly.
“Doesn’t have to be today, obviously. This stuff takes time,” Eddie adds.
The chorus of laughter has stopped. Billy and Steve lie next to each other in the grass, pressed as close as they can physically get, chests still rising and falling a little fast.
Dustin presses his lips into a line as he watches them. Watches how Steve nuzzles their heads together and splays a hand against Billy’s chest, smoothing down to settle just over his ribs at his opposite side.
Though Eddie would like to think that his words have fixed everything, he knows deep down that Steve has the ultimate sway.
And his soft touches speak louder than any words ever could.
“Okay,” Dustin says.
His gaze lingers on the couple a few paces away for a moment longer before he pulls more grass up from the earth, a look of contentment on his face.
Eddie can’t help but grin.
“Okay.”
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