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[deerdoeb]

━UNIVERSITY OF MEMPHIS! RICKY POTTS!!! ☆

[the-space-jesus]

♪ Basically rehearsal 1 ♪

(Context: I've been cast in rtc as Rickie and well...yeah, that's all the context you need.)

The first rehearsal was actually pretty diverse from the others. Currently, we have this fun little (not that little) theatre room that we practice in twice a week, but that time we were at Mischa's (the person that plays Mischa, I'm not going to use their IRL name and pronouns for obvious reasons) house, where I had watched Ride The Cyclone with Mischa, Constance and another friend a week or two ago (it was a potluck, super super fun!). I arrived a little later, and they were playing some silly card game and we all collectively ate our cheap-ass cookies. Then we did some warm up (literally took like an hour but it was really fun) which included physical warm up, voice warm up and some fun theatre games. Then we realized that there was no way in hell we could do the choreo or anything really in Mischa's tiny living room, so we went outside and almost got hit by traffic while walking in character and playing some obscure song, me and Karnak 1 (we have two Karnaks) were talking about our very normal teacher fanfiction. We made it to this park, and there was this little football field that was cement for some reason (the rest was grass and trees and stuff) and it was covered in these acorn-like things. We kicked away all the acorns (partially in character, we were all still trying to find our characters and stuff) and got to rehearsing! I honestly don't know how, but in like two hours minimum we only did a tiny part of fall fair (suite) and Karnak's opening scene. Oh and I forgot to mention, Jane wasn't there idk she just couldn't make it. Rehearsing went great, like I said all still struggling since we're kindof amateurs (most of us) and the Karnaks got to wear a communal shirt and watch us judgingly from a bench while Mischa is spinning us around and we're doing choreo! Speaking of judging, there were a lot of people (children, adults, people walking their dogs, etc.) who walked by and looked at us as if we were aliens. Fun stuff! I also don't have any crutches, so I was using a single tall stick as makeshift crutches. At some point we had this silly little break where we all sprinted to the little playground that was really close to the football field (and scared off the two children playing there) and just went on the swings (I love the swings) with Karnak 1 and 2, I also went on the seesaw (we looked really funny, literal teenagers in a playground. Very out of place.) and stuff. Then we did some more choreo for fall fair (we literally have only finished the choreo for that 3 rehearsals later..even if we're multitasking that's kind of a lot) and then we all went back to Mischa's house, played some Pictures Against Humanity (It's like Cards Against Humanity but you put down pics from your camera roll instead of cards, we thought of it at the potluck and it's become a bit of a tradition now!) and ate the Merci box that Noel gifted us, aswell as some lemonade (I put too much syrup in mine, idk how people do lemonade haha) and then we all went home.

Realization that I yap too much..

-Ricky Potts 🖖

[lore-gore]

Here's the masterpost for the rp and au!!! Character sheets were made by each roleplayer with edits from me! And reference photos found by me!

Fanfics for rtc galentine's!!!

(And yes they do take place in the au)

And Jane's death!!!

Also bonus my drawings of me and @democracyrockzz Jane and Ocean!!

Also does not seem like you are copying, love when people have similar ideas!!!

Fighting for my life trying to explain to everyone that RTC is not immune to misogyny and homophobia, and there is actually a big problem with how both the writers and fandom treat the women vs the men

[fitheghosty]

i present to thee : 👹 messy headcanon’s 👹

- Ricky used sign language / everyone in the choir learned it so they could communicate with him better (Mischa and Noel taught him French and Ukrainian swear words in secret) / whenever they’d perform Father Marcus let him sit on a stool beside the other members to sign their songs and invited the Uranium City HOH community to the choir’s concerts and events (mostly for extra money for group activities but also to make Ricky feel more included)

- Mischa’s adoptive parents have a daughter named Arlen that moved out before they adopted him / she is the only member of that cursed family that acknowledges his existence and they are very close despite not seeing each other often / before The Accident Mischa won her a big stuffed rabbit (he calls her ‘зайчик’ which is ‘bunny’ in Ukrainian) from the shooting range / after his death Arlen made all of his (surprisingly good) music into a digital album in his memory

- St. Cassian named the school choir room after the 6 of them and Father Marcus after their passing

- Penny was super new to the school / Ocean and Constance tried to convince her to join the choir but she initially turned them down / she agreed to go watch their performance at the Wonderville Traveling Fair before making a final decision

- Noel is catfishing Mischa as Talia / Talia is a real girl in the Ukraine but Noel reached out to her after Mischa saw her on Facebook and fell in love (she understood his situation and allowed Noel to use her pictures and even taught him Ukrainian) / he’s had a crush on Mischa since he started going to school with them all in the middle of 8th grade and he started talking to him as Talia in their sophomore year / Arlen found out when Mischa and the other kids had a sleep over at her house one night

- Mischa is actually Very protective of the choir members (All of them) but he keeps it secret / people he’s fought in a parking lot : a few guys that catcalled Ocean once, one freshman that stole Ricky’s crutches during their lunch hour, the guy that Noel had a crush on after said guy stood him up on purpose to make fun of him, the man that worked at the ice cream shop across the street that made a nasty comment about Constance’s body, etc

- Ricky has a whole sketchbook dedicated to the space themed cat cafe he wanted to open someday

- Constance and her parents put up pride flags out in front of their bakery that stay out all year round (Noel cried in the bathroom inside the restaurant for 30 minutes when he first saw them)

- Ocean always waited for the other choir members to leave school first to make sure they were safe before she drove home and she’d offer rides to whoever didn’t have one (usually Ricky and Penny) but pretend to be burdened by it

- Noel always brought tacos from work to their choir performances/rehearsals so that they could eat together

aaa oh my goodness rtc headcanons!!! yay!!! thank you very much good fellow

YES!!! I love any hc that includes ricky signing/the choir learning how to sign for him. also teaching eachother languages is so cute omg :') I also LOVE that you gave ricky a bigger job in the choir, it always felt so sucky that they never found anything for him to do, and he was always just supposed to stand there

not you giving mischa someone that actually cares for him in uranium I'm gonna cry😭😭 also "bunny" adorable. and all of his music does slap and I hope people listened to it after he passed bcs he's a lyrical genius period

finally, st. cassian doing something right. they deserve it, and that makes me happy

ooo that's really interesting, I feel like penny definitely would turn them down at first. which is honestly why I find the "penny was in the choir" theory a little unbelievable. it does make sense that ocean would see a new student and spring on the opportunity as well

YES!!! THE NOEL CATFISH THEORY!!! HANDS DOWN ONE OF MY FAV RTC THEORIES. I like ur little spin on it tho. I love that you had talia in on it

mischa definitely strikes me as someone who definitely would punch someone for his friends (family) he loves them, and if he even heard a single sentence of vial language towards his friends..the person who said it better watch out

awwww,, I feel like constance would definitely help his cafe dream come true

noel😭😭 he deserves to see some support in his home town. I've always had a hc that constance's parents are the best out of all of the choir's parents, and this really just helps that hc and I adore it

ocean is the friend who loves her friends but doesn't want them to know it fr. to add to this: I feel like she would try to purposely make opportunities where she can drive the choir bcs she always has so much fun with them, and enjoys their company

I can just imagine ocean being like "eww noel, do you seriously think we're gonna eat that?" and noel gives her a glare and she rolls her eyes and starts eating cuz she secretly loves taco bell

[ohmydais]

(2/4) Details I remember from when I saw Ride the Cyclone

This is going in order, if you want pre-show details up to “I love you guuuuys” then I already have the first part posted

Ocean played a dog (?) in the Christmas nativity pageant

Taco Bell picture being photoshopped (it would’ve been so funny if there was a Taco Bell in the same mall as the theatre though)

Jane Doe : “What is a Taco Bell?”

Constance : “Canada’s best laxative”

An actual sound clip of Christina Aguilera’s “Beautiful” played on the bagpipes (Everyone hated it, Ocean loved it. Probably because it caused Noel’s misery)

MONIQUE WITH PLATFORM BOOTS HEART EYES EMOJI

Someone catcalled Monique the second time I went?? You know who you are.

I think Ricky actually played the squeeze keys instead of it being pre-recorded!

Girls wore red crochet berets, the other two had black ones (Monique had no hat)

Monique actually stabbing her pimp ten times in the back

The second time I went, the same person who catcalled Monique also yelled “SLIP OF THE TONGUE” at the kiss (but what can you expect, they were selling adult beverages to people before going in)

Ocean glaring at Constance when she was talking about doing and dealing recreational drugs.

I don’t remember much from in between here and the next part

Constance jamming tf out during TSIA

Karnak was a DJ!

Ocean with the fan that’s not even turned on, and RTC classic

TALIA HAD HER OWN ACTRESS ON STAGE! (She also played Virgil)

Group hug at the end of Talia ❤️

Karnak doing the sassiest, most unimpressed pose before “would you like to know the future that could have been?”

I once again do not remember much from in between here and Ricky’s intro

Jane Doe being fascinated by Zolar 😭❤️

Ricky spinning Ocean while talking about the gravitational pull of Zolar’s seven suns

Ricky then boops her on the nose at “monkey love drop”

The cat dads having these super cool mask/helmets!

The way Ricky said “hehe.. okay” and “….sure?” (Y’all know which part I’m talking about, right?)

Ok I have to do homework now I’ll split this into another post. I will see you all in maybe an hour or so idk we’ll see

[theiloveyousong]

I posted 2,255 times in 2022

That's 2,255 more posts than 2021!

769 posts created (34%)

1,486 posts reblogged (66%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@undescribed1mage

@curious-georg

@luckynature

@moonmoonthecrabking

@ruby-whxre

I tagged 446 of my posts in 2022

#ride the cyclone - 105 posts

#rtc - 104 posts

#ohio rtc liveblog - 57 posts

#ocean rtc - 35 posts

#nora does a little dancey dance - 29 posts

#penny lamb - 26 posts

#prev - 24 posts

#constance blackwood - 21 posts

#constance rtc - 21 posts

#ocean o'connell rosenberg - 20 posts

Longest Tag: 127 characters

#it was a lot of work and i was glad it was over. but it was the first step in accepting more responsibility in the congregation

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

thanks for the idea maddie

the choirs tumblr blogs

ocean: that girl does not have a tumblr. if she did all she would do was reblog just-girly-things posts

noel: aesthetic. will not break the aesthetic. “noel this blog is super depressing” “thats the POINT constance”

mischa: promotes his music. somehow popular

ricky: cat pictures and homestuck. doesnt tag anything

penny: she has like 20k followers and just shitposts

constance: fandom girlie, knows all the tumblr history, discourse queen

83 notes - Posted December 3, 2022

#4

when i was younger i loved harry potter and changed my mothers contact on her phone to harry potter. she doesn’t know how to change it. she recently got airpods. they’re harry potter’s airpods.

101 notes - Posted November 25, 2022

#3

helloo ride the cyclone fandom! this is your friendly reminder as the holidays turn the corner that ocean is canonically Jewish, as well as Catholic! this means if you write holiday fics where the whole cast celebrates Christmas, give her a menorah to light, a silly Chanukah sweater, something that acknowledges that part of her identity. “oh, but ophelia, i don’t want to do any research for a silly little fic!” talk to me! i am Jewish. i know things. i can answer your questions. Chanukah this year begins on the evening of December 18th and ends in the evening of December 26th! have fun with your fic writing <333

104 notes - Posted November 27, 2022

#2

things i know:

that this dream of life is never ending

146 notes - Posted November 27, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

things you’re doing:

sailing through space

things you don’t know:

up from down

things you feel:

a little strange

why?

from all that spinning round

241 notes - Posted November 27, 2022

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[intubatedangel]

Out of Body: Chapter 3

Didn’t really feel like writing much of a resus scene after recent events, but I already had some stuff written so I worked it in where I could while expanding the story a bit more.

Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

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Jane The ambulance swung into the emergency bay of the major trauma centre, stopping a few feet beyond an assembled team of doctors and nurses. They were already in blue surgical gowns and with the coordination of professionalism and experience, they spread around the back doors and pulled them open, dragging the gurney out. Dave was still pumping the ambu bag while Jane, her sweat slicked fringe sticking to her forehead, handed over the IV bag and monitor to waiting hands before the team ran inside. “What have we got?” The trauma lead asked as he ran his eyes across Laura’s restrained body. His eyebrows raised slightly at the improvised chest tube. “Laura Beckett, 23. Involved in an RTC, sedan vs motorcycle. Fractured femur, query dislocated hip and knee. Fractured wrist as well. Multiple broken ribs and punctured lung, leading to severe haemothorax. Resulted in cardiac arrest, downtime of approximately 25 minutes, reversed after the pressure of the haemothorax was relieved. BPs still low and O2 sat’s barely over 80. Currently sinus tachy at 120.” “Beckett?” The doctor asked, not asking the question out loud. Jane simply nodded. “Ok, lets get her inside, fast beep radiology we need to get a full trauma series ASAP. Let’s get a proper chest tube in, get her on the vent and pack the rapid infuser with TXA, platelets and 2 units of O-neg.” “She’s A-positive.” Jane cut in. “Good, lets get 6 units of that up from the blood bank. Get in touch with cardiothoracics, orthopaedics and neuro for consults.” The rest of the team confirmed their orders as the gurney was pushed into the primary trauma room. After a 3 count Laura was lifted across onto the table, a flurry of action surrounding her as doctors and nurses perform the assigned tasks. The lead eased Jane back. “We’ve got it from here Jane.” She shook her head defiantly, but her voice came out in a whisper. “I’m not leaving her.” “You’ve done your job. And done it well, but you can’t help her in here. Go get cleaned up, you’ll be the first to hear when we have any news.” Jane lingered for a moment, gazing at her sisters body as nurses rapidly stripped away her clothes, discarding them into a bloody heap in one corner of the room. Then her shoulders slumped and her head bowed as she retreated from the trauma room, discarding her gloves into a bin. Dave tried to catch her attention, but she ignored him, heading towards the ladies restroom while pulling out her phone. Ashir Ashir sat at his desk, much of the room shrouded in the late-night darkness. The desk itself was lit by a powerful lamp that starkly highlighted thin tendrils of smoke as they were drawn into the small extraction unit mounted in the window. He peered through the microscope, gently applying more solder to the electronic circuit board he was working on. It wasn’t work that needed to be done right now, but he needed something to occupy his mind. He made a satisfied grunt and shifted the microscope out of the way. He leaned back, stretching and rubbing his eyes, while spinning on his chair. His gaze fell on the other desk in the room. Laura’s desk. It was cluttered, stacks of newspapers, photographs and journals were strewn about in a system that Ashir couldn’t recognise, but his journalist roommate seemed perfectly at home with the mess. The pin board hung on the wall behind the stacks was a different story. It was laid out like a true conspiracy theory board. Over a dozen profile pictures formed the centres of different sections and various colours of string linked articles and reports in a web that looked chaotic at first glance. Looking closer, and with only a small amount of guidance, it began to come together into a cohesive whole. Ashir sighed. He really hoped his roommate was wrong about all this. But even he had to admit the evidence was compelling when presented in the way she had laid it out. That was part of what worried him. She should have been back by now. Or at least have dropped him some form of message. At least she’d told him where she was going. He’d been able to get his own backups into place. She’d probably kill him if she knew about them. As that thought crossed his mind his phone began to ring. He let out a relieved sigh as he prepared to make his concern clear. That was when he saw the caller ID. His hand trembled as he answered. “Ash you were right. She’s in over her head.” Jane’s voice was tight. “What happened?” Ash was already on his feet looking for his keys. “She’s hurt Ash. She’s really hurt.” “I’m coming down there.” He pulled on his jacket then flicked off the light. “Hurry Ash.”

Laura

I heard the noises first. Alarms sounding. Orders being given. I opened my eyes, once again struck by seeing the world in that strange brightness. A nurse was above me, rocking backwards and forwards, her ponytail flicking to and fro with the motion, until she paused for a brief moment. I followed her arms, down to her hands that rested in the slight valley between my breasts.

“Still nothing, resume compressions.” Someone said. The nurses hands suddenly disappeared into my chest. CPR, I was getting CPR again. My heart had stopped once more. The way the nurses compressions passed through my ethereal form was still incredibly disconcerting, so I sat up and looked around. Doctors and nurses surrounded me, but there was a gap at my feet. I managed to scooch past them without passing through anyone, then turned to look my body.

I was naked on the table. And I didn’t look good. My chest was heavily bruised, with tubes sticking out of either side, Jane’s impromptu effort having been replaced by a proper chest tube, an identical one mirroring it. My broken arm and leg had both been splinted and bandaged, though the bandages were already stained through. A urinary catheter had been placed. I was slightly glad I hadn’t seen that happening, someone touching me in such an intimate place.

A large bore IV was in my leg, with other lines into my arms and another one near the base of my neck. Blood and saline were flowing into my body, though as I watched, a nurse pushed some drugs into the central line.

The ecg wires trailed across my chest, leading to a monitor that hug above the trauma table. The line on the monitor was flat. I looked down at my chest, seeing my lifeline still strong and thick. I also saw that my ghostly form was naked too. I instinctively tried to cover myself, despite no one being capable of seeing me.

I looked around for my clothes, shredded and discarded into one corner. I reached out to them, but of course my hand passed right through them. But there was something. A strange feeling, almost like a memory of sensation across my whole body. I reached out again, letting my hand linger within the bundle. The sensation became stronger, growing steadily, and it was almost like I could feel the clothes on me.

I took a deep breath, recalling the meditation techniques my therapist had taught me years ago. How visualising a result can help it happen. I had no idea if it would work, but I’d rather not walk around naked, even if no one could see me. I tried to hold on to the memory of my clothes as I pulled my hand out. I could still feel the clothes on me, and focused on that feeling, blocking out everything else. Slowly, I let out the breath and opened my eyes, looking down at myself. I was clothed. My dark grey t-shirt and similar coloured pants were whole, despite their real counterparts being little more than shreds before me. My black hoody was also on me, unstained by blood like the genuine article.

“We’ve got V-fib.” Someone shouted, dragging my attention back to my body. The alarm had changed, it was familiar enough that I knew what was going to happen next. A doctor, fully gowned and masked, held a pair of black paddles down against my chest. “Clear!” He said, a moment before my naked body jerked on the trauma table. I cringed at the way my legs spread slightly.

“No change. Let’s do another minute of compressions and shock her again.” A nurse immediately had her hands back on my chest, pressing it down, seemingly quite easily. Given how petite the nurse was, my ribs must be really soft.

It was almost enough to turn my stomach, and I instinctively took a few steps back. There was a momentary feeling of resistance, and suddenly I couldn’t see anything. I paused, realising that wasn’t quite right. I could see, there just wasn’t anything too see. Except the papery texture of the back of the plasterboard sheet in front of me, and the treated timbers that were the drywall studs. I was inside the wall. I took another step back, emerging into a corridor.

It was a quiet corridor, empty except for a cleaner at the far end. Yet I could still hear a voice. Quiet, but clear. It was counting. “15…16…17…18…” I grimaced slightly, then plunged back through the wall. The nurse was still pressing down on my chest, and she was mouthing the words, but more to herself. She wasn’t shouting by any stretch, in fact I would be surprised if her words would even carry to where I stood.

So, I can still hear what is happening to my body. Helpful. I glanced down, concentrating slightly to look at my lifeline. It was still strong and steady. How far can it stretch? I remembered Keith telling me to stay close, but the lifeline was thin then, insignificant compared to the almost cable thick line I could see before me now. I made up my mind. I strode across the room, towards the doors, unable to stop myself from hesitating just slightly before I walked through them. Again that slight resistance, more a reminder the wall was there, than something really stopping me, tugged as I passed through. And then I was in a different corridor, busier, but still quiet.

 I looked around, hoping to see Jane, but she was not there. I walked down the corridor, trying to figure out precisely where I was, or where I should go. I glanced at the signs, but most of them were mainly just numbers, hanging in front of cubicles or other offshoot corridors. Coloured lines were on the floor, branching out down the corridor behind me. Presumably, I thought, they must all come together at one starting point. I followed them back, dodging a nurse pushing a young man in a wheelchair, a large boot on his foot. Neither of them payed me even a sliver of attention.

 “Ok, that’s a minute. Let’s shock her again.” It was the voice of the doctor working on me. “Clear” he said a moment later. I stopped walking as I wondered if I was about to be wrenched back into my body. “Still no change. Load her up with epi, bicarb and amiodarone.” I considered going back, but my lifeline hadn’t changed. I was close enough to see the name plate on the nearby doors, ‘Reception’. Seemed like a sensible place to look for my sister.

I passed through the door and immediately sidestepped out of the way of a porter. It was much busier in here. I retreated to an out of the way corner and looked around for Jane. I couldn’t see her anywhere and was beginning to wonder if she had abandoned me and gone back to work when I saw a high-vis jacket come around the corner. It was her partner. Dave. I remembered. He held two coffee cups, putting them on a counter before reaching for his radio. I crossed the room, weaving around nurses and patients, cringing when a small girl ran through me.

Dave was already mid conversation. “…anks for sorting it. I’ll tell her then I‘ll run the rig back to base.”

“How’s she doing?” A voice said from the radio.

Dave blew out a breath between clenched teeth. “Honestly, not good.” He seemed to stare across at a pair of doors across the room. Toilets. “I mean, it is her sister after all, how many of us would be alright after seeing someone we love in that …” I left him behind as I crossed the room and plunged through the wall into the ladies restroom.

Jane stood there, leaning over a sink. Her high-vis jacket lay on the floor at her feet. Her knuckles were white as she gripped the edges of the sink. She was murmuring to herself, enough to earn a sideways glance from another woman who quickly scurried out.

“…stupid. Stubborn. Why couldn’t you just listen to me. I begged you. ‘Don’t go after him.’ But you didn’t listen. You never listen.” As I stepped closer, I could see her aura. There was a bubbling of red, but it was mostly that sickly green. As the door swung shut behind the fleeing woman, Jane let out a great shuddering sob, and tears began to fall from her face. I reached out, but my hand passed through her shoulder.

I could still hear the distant sounds of the attempt to resuscitate me. A third shock delivered. “Back in asystole. Ok, hang another round of blood products and chase up the surgical consult, if we don’t get anything back in two minutes we open her up down here.” That sounded just delightful. I glanced down at my lifeline, but it didn’t look like it had diminished.

That’s when I noticed the traces of red in the sink. Blood. My blood. As if to distract herself, Jane washed out the bowl of the sink, tears still dripping as she took deep steadying breaths. I’d seen her do it before. Fighting to assert an iron control over herself. It had always driven me crazy, especially after what had happened to Mum and Dad. But then, something happened that I had never seen before.

She lost.

Her whole body was wracked with sobs as she sank to the ground against the wall. Her hands covered her face and she drew her knees up tightly. I didn’t know what to do. So I sat down beside her. For just a moment I passed into the wall, but I grabbed that moment of resistance, held it my mind for a few seconds, and suddenly the wall felt solid. I leaned back against it, looking at the ceiling.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” I whispered. As expected, she didn’t respond. She continued to sob, and I could see tears leaking out. I sighed. “It was him. If you can hear me at all, hear that. It was him. Patterson. I was right. He’s a murderer, and he tried to kill me. Just like he killed them.” I could feel the anger building. I turned to look at her, as she lowered her hand, her sobs easing. “It was never your fault Jane. It was always him. He had mum and dad killed.”  

[deerdoeb]

Uni of Memphis Janey, if you even care

[rtc-spin]

OMGG ITS HIM HE WAS SO AWESOMEE

mourning the fact i cant find his sabm costume change anywhere.. guys it was so awesome. if i could share it i would 💔💔

━UNIVERSITY OF MEMPHIS! RICKY POTTS!!! ☆

[rtc-spin]

OHHH ITS HER ??!!!!!! fav of all time (very biased)

Uni of Memphis Janey, if you even care