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Giggly Glam (Connor, Zoe)
Summary: Connor buys himself makeup, then realizes he has no idea how to do makeup. Zoe tries to help. (Take this Connor lives and gets to heal his relationship with his sister thing I wrote. No one asked me to, I just have an obsession with this stupid fandom. Enjoy it or else /lh.)
He wasn’t sure what had possessed him to buy it. He’d only gone into the beauty aisle to buy a new bottle of black nail polish, and had somehow ended up picking out a few cheap makeup products. It was a completely impulsive, stupid decision, and if Connor had an ounce of sense, he’d turn back around and return it all.
But he didn’t. Instead, he decided to use it as an olive branch, or whatever the saying was. You see, almost dying had sort of knocked some sense into his head. Well, that plus some therapy, and seeing the looks that Zoe kept shooting him across the table at dinner.
So, maybe when he got back from the hospital, he’d made a whole big scene about how sorry he was for the way he’d acted towards her, towards them all, and maybe he’d cried harder than he had in years, and clung to his mom like a scared child on the first day of school.
Yeah, looking back, that had been pretty embarrassing. But it had shattered the layer of ice between him and his family, which he supposed was a good thing. He just hadn’t worked up the courage to dip into that murky water again, afraid he’d do something stupid like cry again, or make it worse by clamming up and telling his sister to fuck off like he would have a few months prior.
But a gift? It was an olive branch, he supposed. Not an apology, not an explanation, but it was something. So when he got home, he went right up to Zoe’s door and knocked.
“Come in,” she replied, and she looked surprised when it was Connor who entered, not her mother. “What do you want?”
Her tone wasn’t overly harsh, just a tad annoyed, mostly confused. Connor cleared his throat awkwardly. “Uh, I got you something. At the store. I don’t know if you even really wear makeup, but I just…Yeah. Here you go.”
He placed the bag on her dresser, and turned to leave, but paused when she spoke.
“Makeup?” Zoe asked, standing up off of her bed and walking over, snatching up the bag and looking inside. “Thanks, I guess. I don’t wear it that much, but it’s good to have.”
Connor nodded. “Cool.”
“Why though?”
“Why what?”
Zoe raised an eyebrow. “I can’t remember the last time you got me a gift. At least, one that wasn’t clearly bought by mom, who put your name on the label. So why?”
Connor shrugged. “I mean, honestly, I bought it on impulse and realized I was never gonna use it, so I gave it to you. Not very thought out, I guess. Do I get points for trying?” he asked, his tone light although there was a pit of anxiety in his stomach. He still wasn’t used to talking to Zoe like this; normal, casual conversation wasn’t really his forte.
“You got it for yourself?” Zoe asked. “Why wouldn’t you wear it?”
“Cause I get called gay at school for wearing nail polish, I think eyeliner would be pushing my luck,” he replied. When she didn’t seem amused, he continued, “Plus, I have no idea how to use any of it.”
“Where do you think I learned it? It’s not some inherent skill that comes with being a woman. Look up a tutorial online or something,” she said. “Fuck what kids at school think.”
“That’s easy for you to say,” he shot back. God, could he not get through one conversation without being an asshole? He opened his mouth to apologize, but it got stuck somewhere in his throat and wouldn’t come out. It was like every time he tried to swallow his pride, he fucking choked on it.
Zoe just rolled her eyes. “I was gonna offer to just show you myself, but if you’re gonna be a dick, I’ll just keep my secrets to myself.”
“What do you mean show me? I’m not just gonna sit here and watch you do your own makeup,” he said.
“I could do it for you. I mean, I’m not great at it, but at least you’d get an idea of what it’s supposed to look like. And if you don’t like how it looks, I’ll keep the makeup and we can pretend this never happened.”
Connor thought about it for a moment, nibbling at his bottom lip. “I guess. Uh, thanks. And sorry for, um, snapping at you.”
“Whatever,” Zoe replied, but she had a small smile on her face. Almost fond. “Sit on my bed. Wait, but take your shoes off first.”
He obeyed wordlessly, feeling incredibly strange. Zoe’s room had changed a lot since they were kids. The walls that had once been covered in stickers of flowers and photos of boy band members were now decorated much more tastefully, although Harry Styles was still making an appearance. Her twin bed had been upgraded to a full-sized one, and it was in the middle of the room rather than pushed against the wall like it had once been. Her sheets were no longer Disney princess themed, but rather soft blue ones with stars on them.
As he sat down, Zoe began peeling plastic off of each makeup product: A stick of black eyeliner, and a palette of four eyeshadows, in varying shades of purple, and a tube of mascara.
“Just your eye makeup, or do you want a full glam?”
Connor furrowed his brows at her, chuckling. “Full glam? Nah, I’ll pass.”
“Okay, okay, fine.”
She placed the products on the bed, then went back over to her dresser to grab a cup of brushes. “Your first mistake was thinking that the little wand this eyeshadow comes with would be enough,” she said. “You’re lucky that mom keeps buying me sets of brushes for every holiday.”
“Every holiday?”
“Every. Holiday. Three Hanukkahs in a row, two birthdays. So many brushes.”
Connor snorted. “I guess she thinks you wear ‘full glam’ every day,” he said, putting air quotes around the phrase she’d used, which made her chuckle.
She sat down on the bed beside him, her tongue poking between her teeth as she thought. “Okay, I think I’ll do your eyeshadow first…Just close your eyes and try to sit still,” she said.
“Yes ma’am,” he muttered, shutting his eyes as he was told, and he heard her shuffling around with the products.
After a moment, he could feel her hand hovering in front of him, and braced for impact, ever so dramatic. A somewhat flat, stiff brush touched his eyelid, and his face twitched despite his best efforts. He got it under control quickly, the sensation surprisingly easy to get used to.
“So, I’m putting the lighter color on your lid right now,” Zoe explained. “And after, I’m gonna use the darker one sort of, like, around it.”
“Sounds fancy,” he replied.
Zoe snorted, using her other hand to hold the side of his face, keeping him in place. Connor couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so close to his sister, or shared this much physical contact with her. It was weird, but it somehow felt natural, still so familiar. Her fingertips were rough from guitar string scars, and her hands were steady.
He heard her switching the brush, presumably also switching the color. The heel of her hand pressed against his jaw as she continued.
The brush was much fluffier than the last, and she was doing it so lightly, it felt like an annoying itch, and he scrunched his face up on instinct.
“Stay still,” she reminded him.
He huffed, but attempted to comply. He managed to keep his composure for a bit, but as the brush stroked against his face, turning the outer corner of his left eye the striking color of artificial grape candy, the feeling turned from an annoying itch to a feather-light sensation.
Connor couldn’t help it; he giggled, turning his face away from her.
“Stop moving!” Zoe said, retracting her hand.
“I can’t help it!” he replied. “It…feels weird.”
She ignored him and attempted to continue, but when the brush touched his skin again, he giggled again.
“Does it tickle?” Zoe asked, sounding almost incredulous. “There’s no way your face is ticklish.”
He felt his cheeks turn hot, and scowled. “Shut up,” he said, knowing he had no argument that would convince her that she was wrong.
Zoe’s lips twitched.
“Shut up. It’s not funny.”
She lost it, starting to giggle herself. “I’m sorry, but it is funny.”
Normally embarrassment felt white-hot, a rage-inducing humiliation that sent him running for the hills or taking out his anger on whoever was closest, a pit in his stomach. He was expecting that feeling to surface at that moment, but all he could feel was the color in his face and Zoe’s gaze on him.
Maybe it was because there were very few things his sister hadn’t witnessed: She knew him when he was still a gap-toothed child that was afraid of bugs, or when he grew into a pre-teen with braces and a constantly cracking voice.
So, instead of freaking out, he just glared at her half-heartedly. “Whatever.”
“Are you gonna survive if I continue?” she asked, grinning.
He rolled his eyes but nodded, bracing himself for the brush to return. He managed to sit still for the rest of the process, perhaps by sheer willpower or because Zoe was using a firmer touch to spare him some dignity.
“I’m kind of terrified of poking your eye out if I do your mascara,” she said to fill the silence. “Or eyeliner. I’ve never done it on anyone else.”
“Very reassuring,” he muttered.
All the brushes were away from his face, but he kept his eyes shut in case she went back, which was apparently a mistake, as Zoe had taken his sass as a chance to poke him in the ribs, making him flinch and huff out a laugh.
“I can’t believe I forgot you were ticklish,” she said.
“Please forget again,” he replied. “And, if I remember correctly, you are too. I’m not above revenge.”
Zoe laughed. “Okay, truce. But it’s nice to see you smile again.”
The sincerity of her statement made Connor freeze up, just for a moment. He was wading into foreign territory enough, but genuine conversation was almost too much. “Uh, thanks. I think?”
“Sorry, I just—You know, it’s just been a while since…” she trailed off.
“I know.”
She nodded, twirling the eyeliner pencil between her fingers. “So, do you trust me to not blind you?”
“...Not really, but fuck it.”
It turned out that Connor really rocked the color purple, and he loved the way that black eyeliner looked on him, and Zoe offered to show him how to do it himself next time.
He left his sister’s room and walked down the hallway with a giddy feeling in his stomach, something he hadn’t felt for a long time. It occurred to him that he had really missed his sister, no matter how hard he’d ignored it in the past. They still had a lot to work on, but Connor felt like something healed in them both that day, and it was all thanks to an impulsive purchase.
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sweaty-confetti · 6 months
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i drew connor driving sleepy zoe home and it’s silly and goofy
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iswearimnotgayeh · 11 months
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Zoe: Stop buying plastic skeletons for Halloween! It's terrible for the environment!
Connor: Yeah! Locally sourced, all natural skeletons are much more environmentally friendly!
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kahran042 · 11 months
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Some good, insightful comments I found by violating the Second Corollary to Kahran’s Law of YouTube Comments:
“everyone says that this animatic is amazing because it shows that Zoe shouldn’t miss Connor because he was terrible to her, and she doesn’t miss him because she shouldn’t. But listen to the way she says “Don’t say it wasn’t true, that you were not the monster… that I knew…” and then it sounds like she’s crying. and she ends with “and my world has gone dark…” and doesn’t finish like she usually does. The purpose of this song is to show that despite everything her brother did, despite the pain and fear he caused her, she still misses him. This whole song is her finding reasons not to hurt, not to grieve, to not feel because why should she miss him? He was terrible to her.But she realised that she misses him because that was her brother. Maybe he ripped the heads off her Barbies, but he still played general and soldier with her while their parents fought. He still picked her a flower and said ‘it’s missing a petal, just like you’re missing a few screws upstairs’, yet the flower was beautiful.He was her first friend. And she loved him and she hates herself for it. That’s the beauty of this song. It shows Zoe’s true persona. A broken, grieving girl who lost her big brother. The first stages of grief, of course, are denial and anger.”
“I thought that Connor and Zoe were close as kids tho? Like, from what was said in the dialogue, plus how Zoe says "you've given me my brother back " it seems more like at some point Connor started struggling a lot with his mental illnesses and stuff and everything went downhill and no one in  the family really knew how to deal with it. So yes, Connor abused his sister with his outbursts and stuff, but their parents never fully committed to helping Connor get the treatment he needed, especially Larry, who used to say that Connor was just 'pretending for attention' and stuff, and during the time that we got to see Zoe interact with Connor at the start of the musical, she seemed to be teasing him a lot and stuff, which, I guess is fair, but it still makes me think about how their parents' careless attitude towards Connor might have rubbed off on her as well in some way, and, well, I'm just saying that it wasn't all Connor's fault. It was the whole family who was messed up, some more and some less, but they all could have handled it all better nonetheless.Edit: oh, also, the removed songs from the musical described how Connor used to be happy as a kid, and how he liked to tell jokes a lot and stuff, so yey, more evidence that Connor isn't an entirely bad person I guess :'>”
“All my hope is pinned on Zoe. That scene gets me every single time I watch this animation. She’s feeling the guilt of hating Connor, and she reads the note fully believing that Connor loved her deep down (He could’ve, but Zoe doesn’t think he did at all, and this note made her think again), and she also is realizing she’ll never be able to forgive him for what he did.”
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imsosocold · 1 year
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Zoe and Connor Murphy are the only good parts of Dear Evan Hansen and they deserve better than what the narrative gave them.  
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Connor: *Picks up hammer and breaks ringing cell phone.*
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oedipushansen · 1 year
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on loving your sibling, even when you hate them.
@ch-ch-ch-ch-cherrybomb / erica e. goode / ginger snaps / phillipa gregory / emma cameron / succession / belle and sebastian / krystal sutherland / euphoria / kieran culkin / sue zhao / lisa see
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sotacticalsolate · 22 days
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if there is not a baby by the end of this season, I will throw hands
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vampirehayfever · 2 months
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fabian asking riz to do something when the rest are making fun of him, i fucking love their party so much.
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dizzybevvie · 13 days
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maybe its cus im on my period but forever thinking about Moonshine holding Deadeye in her arms as he died, as he returned to the crick. Deadeye's body being a prison cell for him for decades - centuries - until moonshine waltzed into town, reconnected him with his family, culture, and love for life. And when its time, Deadeye looks at Moonshine and finds himself in the crick again, his prison cell decomposed by mushrooms
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ur-rat · 9 months
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Oopsies
Is it just me or do ya’ll stare at 30-50 y/o actors and actresses that are probably married and has children and think ‘I want you’ 😭
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alannacouture · 1 year
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Our dropship survivors & the actors who played them to perfection 💖
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liar-or-lawyer · 1 year
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iswearimnotgayeh · 11 months
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Connor: Don’t worry, I have a few knives up my sleeve.
Zoe: I think you mean cards.
Connor, pulling knives out of their sleeves: No, I do not.
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red-write-hand · 6 months
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QUICK. DROP EVERYTHING. NEW HEADCANON DROPPED.
Shelby siblings’ favorite video games:
Tommy: Lego Star Wars: My man has completed the entire game and can now play it with his eyes shut. My boy knows where every mini kit and character icon is. He can dictate how to complete every stage to a very sick John. He owns every copy of the game (after the Wii version) and knows every strat imaginable. He’s competitive even when it comes to this. It s a really bad idea to play this with him if he’s playing through his favorite episodes (obviously Empire Strikes back and Revenge of the Sith), he will get waaaay to into it. (He’s also totally memorized every voice line)
John: FNAF: This man can get through anything, he has such a short attention span and he adores jumpscares so this is literally his favorite game ever. he would also totally be part of the fandom like, sir is arguing over the lore on the daily. this man picks apart every frame. he knows every reference, every detail, every little easter egg. he can complete ultimate custom night on the hardest settings without really paying attention. he hums Living Tombstone around his kids, Esme's ring tone for him is the "hor hor hor hor hor hor, hor hor hor hor, hor hor hor hor"
Arthur: Super Smash Bros (any version): its a healthier way to work through his anger. he has played this for over 10,000 hours by now. no one can stop him. he's become to powerful. not even tommy can stop him. (absolutely a incineroar main)
Ada: Literally any Legend of Zelda game: She would totally play these in her spare time and she knows how to fight every boss but also she has an inhuman amount of hours on both Breath of the Wild and Tears of the Kingdom. Miss girl blows her money on these the day the release and she can speed run like no one's business. she absolutely had those encyclopedias that tell you all about the lore. the way that she deals with tommy's shit sometimes is to get him to play Legend of Zelda with her. she knows all the soundtrack and has the most massive playlist of it on her phone
Finn: Final Fantasy or Metal Gear Solid: This tiny little boy would absolutely be playing these religiously. he has tried to explain it his siblings but not even ada, who plays zelda, gets it. "Like what? guys its not that hard, [insert the weirdest sentence about the metal gear solid canon you can think of], see that's easy right?" Tommy got him the reunion of Final Fantasy 7 and it looked like he was in church during the theme song. finn once brought his switch on a trip and tommy passes by him playing FF7 and he just kinda blinked because finn was pouring over it and so intently playing. all the rest of the shelby siblings collectively shrug. finn hums both themes (the final fantasy one and metal gear) as much as possible around his siblings
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jazzymarie1006 · 2 years
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The Dwampyverse Sibling Dynamics are so very wonderful in these shows!
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