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how it feels to not have byler doubt

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ok girl kisser

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"oh you still use tumblr? can I see?" no. that's where I keep my demons

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stolen from insta but damn

she is so fine 🫡😩

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FUCK ITS THE LAST DAY FOR THE CINDERELLAS CASTLE

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Angela is a Nepo Baby in the same way Ben Platt is a Nepo Baby, talented? Yes! Deserving of success? Yes! Hard worker? Oh absolutely, but girl you were in a movie with Queen Latifah and Dennis Quaid that flopped BADLY and your dad WAS the director- if Anything The Tiger Rising was to Angela what Dear Evan Hansen was to Ben Platt (and Be fr, she's not a nepo baby to the extreme that we use that term anyway, like, what you think her Mom got her into starkid? Her dad sweet talked ian into having Angela working at Smosh? You think they secretly own dropout? Come on.)

I have so much to say about Nepo babies, namely- they exist in EVERY INDUSTRY. People are influenced by their parents careers!! Not everyone is, of course, but some people are and there are inevitably going to be those people who pursue the same career paths/have the connections that their parents do, but no one complains about it as much until it becomes a conversation of Nepo Babies within the Entertainment Industry. Of course, there is going to be the few that come along who are talentless and running off the back of connections/a family name but. It's so hard to break into an actual career in the industry if you don't work HARD.

Nepo Babies within the industry (Including Angela in this case) for the most part have a step up from other people because they have watched and learned. Angela mentioned in an interview for a film a year or so ago that she wanted to become a producer because she watched her mother do it from their kitchen table. She knows how to make connections, she knows how to fund a project, she knows how create a project effectively because these are skills that she, and Most other Nepo Babies, develop simply from being in that environment growing up. This then stops being a conversation about Nepo babies and then starts being a conversation about how Inaccessible the entertainment industry is. How much hard work it takes. How difficult it is to break in when the only skills you have under your belt are the ones you learned in your college degree/high school diploma.

It irks me when people use the Term "Nepo Baby" as an insult, or as a way to devalue the successes of someone. A Career is not a race. Starting one step ahead is not going to guarantee your win. If a Doctor tells you that their parents were also Doctors, I think you'd be a little relieved to know that they were raised in an environment conducive to being medical personnel. If an artist says, oh my parents were artists, you'd think oh! How sweet! You saw your parents love for the craft and wanted to be a part of that! But the moment we get to the Entertainment industry, where career milestones are outward things for people to talk about and debate over, where your successes in your field are perceived by (in Angela's case) Millions of People, then it becomes a problem.

This then opens the conversation a little more, to the way that the Entertainment industry is Pedestaled. How it's often a career set apart from other careers. Because of the money and the fame, there's the idea that it's not a "job" when, it is. I'm not going to open the conversation there though because I think you'd know where I'm going and i'd never stop.

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HAPPY ANGELA GIOVANN GIARRATANA DAY

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH

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omg idk why this set to a week but that works i’ve bought it two more times 🙂‍↕️

honestly i could talk about it for hours, and that’s my favourite part of it. i’ve watched starkid for so many years and i have always loved discovering so many layers within each musical, from the acting directions and personal flairs, the music with its motifs, reprises and melodies, and just the writing styles with storylines, jokes and characters.

i’m not going to get into heavy spoilers but there were so many parts that i would repeatedly rewind and rewatch. the puppetry is immaculate and the vocals are so perfectly matched to the characters, songs and purpose they serve. it is a truly amazing take on the story of Cinderella and it’s wonderful to see starkid, and all my favourite cast members grow and hone their craft!

nick and matt are brilliant writers, and jeff continues to create wicked music, and every bit of the production and costumes truly blew me away!!!!

and of course, without getting into spoilers, angela as the stepmother was not only perfect casting (for the third time with lex and grace), she was also soooooooooooooo sexy in that role. she had men oinking and everyone agreed that we all would.

i love angela <3

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YUTA OKKOTSU VOL.28 HD

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Brian>Brain

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Just thinking of this photo

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angela in Cinderella Castle served evil stepmother cunt in such a fierce way i’ve bought the rental twice

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“Time to say goodbye to the stepmother nails”

angela girratana x fem!reader

morning before angela has to go into smosh for an afternoon shoot, gets a little sexy but angela is too conscious and worried about her nails

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warmth. your first thought as you start to feel yourself wake up. feeling around the bed for your girlfriend, in a subconscious search for her reliable body heat.

a raspy “mornin baby” from the warmth beside you lures you in closer as you circle your arm around angela’s waist, humming in response to her. reciprocating, angela mimics your actions and places her hand under your shirt, resting it on the small of your back and drawing lazy eights with her nails.

relishing in the feeling, you move closer to her, slowly intertwining your legs together before softly kissing her neck and mumbling out “how are you?”.

“better now” she replies.

moving her hand up your back, dragging her nails up and down it a few times before resting it on your ribs, stroking her thumb on the underside of your chest in a gentle, knowing manner. sighing softly you savour in this moment. angela won’t have to go into work for at least a few hours, you think after a few minutes, already seeing the morning light breaking through the curtains.

yawning, you pull your arm away to stretch the remaining drowsiness from your body. “am i boring you that much?” angela says, now prodding at your ribs causing you to start laughing and pushing her shoulder but not enough to move her hand from its claimed place.

“never” you laugh as she joins you, her husky laugh filling the air. “you’re actually pretty captivating you know” you murmured, leaning forward to meet her lips. in an instant angela meets your lips, shifting you onto your back before moving above you, straddling your left thigh from the previous entangled position.

breaking the kiss you look up at her to utter a “please”, guiding her hand further up before looping your own arms around her neck.

cupping your boob, angela smirks breathing out an “okay princess” before kissing you again, eager to please. tongues melding together. angela’s nails pinching at your nipple as raise your left thigh, grinding against her core, both moving in tandem chasing each others rising desire. wanting more, angela removes her hand, breaking the kiss as well causing you to whine softly. angela immersed in pleasing you tugs your shirt off, latching onto your neck, kissing, biting and sucking while you moan, gripping her hair pulling her in closer, grinding against her as she pushes into your thigh.

running her nails across your body, angela’s hand starts to move further down, reaching the band of your underwear. sliding a finger under, teasingly stroking your soft skin.

suddenly, her hands stop, hesitating to move lower.

shifting, you grind against her letting out a soft “please”.

usually angela would fold under your demands and begs, always ready to please, but having long nails is a field angela is not used to. pulling away to look at you, angela bends down to kiss you as soft as she can. separating, you whisper “are you okay?”, holding her face in your hands, stroking her cheeks softly. mentioning her nails and her fear of hurting you, you can’t help but coo.

blushing and huffing a “shut up” at you, angela doesn’t fight the smile the smile growing on her face, entranced by your flushed cheeks and messy hair. raising a hand to rest over top of one of yours, cradling your hand between her face and hand as she turns to kiss your palm, mumbling a quiet “love you” into the soft skin before looking back to you, eyes full of love.

leaning up, you kiss her, softly this time but still as eager, desperately showing her every ounce of adoration you feel in this moment, before pulling away to grab her hand that was overtop your own. stroking her hand, starting from her palm before reaching her fingers you say “you don’t have to use these you know”.

in almost an instant you watch the smirk rise on her face, you know her newfound determination to adhere to this will be long lasting. after all, angela prides herself on loving you.

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after angela had gone to work, you spent the rest of the day lazing around. having a nap, showering, before walking spork. eventually crashing on the couch, you check instagram. seeing your girlfriends story, posted a few hours prior, you can’t help but giggle as you reply. “pussy whipped”.

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I REALLY WANTED TO SAY LEMNISCATE INSTEAD OF LAZY EIGHTS NEVER DO MATHS

also so sorry this came out WAYYY later than i wanted it too. tbh ive had this sitting in drafts since i saw the post but (like every ao3 author) i ended up in hospital for over a week. i am okay now that i can finally publish this 🙏🙏

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i need to get this off my chest after scrolling on twitter for a bit.

there’s a reason i try to avoid smosh twt and its because its so fucking toxic. Everything is taken so fucking far. So many people complaining about things that truly DO NOT matter. Some of yall need to understand that these are REAL people, not characters in a TV show. Theyre not your friends. They are entertainers, not your besties. The amount of BULLSHIT ive seen on smosh twt is fucking crazy. People making fun of shayne's appearance, people mistreating courtney, people hating on trevor, people blowing someone's actions way out of the water even when they apologized, people oversexualizing the cast, people literally FIGHTING over cast dynamics and ships, etc. The smosh community truly needs to take a fucking step back and consider that this is a YOUTUBE CHANNEL. Y’all are fighting over a fucking youtube channel. Comedians. Actors. Again, they’re not your fucking friends, they’re not fake characters, REAL PEOPLE WITH LIVES. Be fucking real with yourself and act like normal human beings. You aren’t toddlers.

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okay but the stepmother is screaming brat

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casual intimacy

angela girratana x fem reader

short comfort fic ig

been thinking about how much angela’s doing rn, i really hope she’s taking care of herself <3

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between the early starts, full days and late finishes, angela’s beyond tired. with her schedule full of smosh videos and livestreams, aoaoaoa recordings and with the opening week of starkids latest production Cinderellas Castle arriving, angela’s been running on empty for the past few weeks. she knows this, she feels it with the tension building on her shoulders and the persistent need to curl into bed for days. she feels herself emotionally stretched thin, exhausted after just smiling or talking.

this isn’t anything new for angela. after all, all the years she’s had from experiencing the euphoric adrenaline rush from performing is second nature, and unfortunately also along with the crashing low from it ending, often causing her to lose her voice and get sick, and yea often mildly depressed. but on this large of a scale? it’s harder than usual.

stop overthinking this, just be happy ang. angela thought, unlocking her front door. as she enters her apartment she feels herself start to fall apart at the scene in front of her.

the apartment is softly lit, spork curled up asleep on the couch as an episode ‘Buffy the Vampire Slayer’ plays on the tv. dropping her bags on the floor, and as angela walks towards the kitchen; the main source of light and life, the last of her resolve breaks. standing in front of the stove is her girlfriend (name), cooking dinner and still unaware of her presence. tearfully angela wraps her arms around (name), mumbling a soft “hey” into her back.

“hey yourself” she says, turning herself around to face angela, matching her embrace, weaving her fingers through angela’s hair “is everything okay? you want to talk about it?”.

now resting her head on her girlfriends collarbone, angela feels herself begin to spiral. guilt swirling in her stomach in fear of being a burden, for being too much. she knows she shouldn’t be thinking like this, (name) has always provided her with the open communication and support she’s always dreamed of, but the weight of her emotions is completely overwhelming. tightening her grasp on (names) waist and sighing heavily, angela mumbles “i dunno..”, a beat. “i’m just… so tired”. it’s not even of an explanation, she knows that, but she knows that her girlfriend knows her.

softly, (name) pulls away, quickly turning the heat down to low and stirring it for a final time before grabbing angela by the hand, leading her to the bathroom with a soft “come on”.

“what about dinner?” angela replies, guilt still clouding her brain. i’m being a burden again.

“it’s okay, it’s just pasta sauce, a little simmering isn’t going to hurt it my love” (name) smiles as they reach the bathroom, angela can feel her heart burn with adoration as she recognises what’s happening. a few months back when her girlfriend got really sick and was struggling, angela offered to wash her hair for her, since then, this act of service became something more. to them it meant “i love you. i care for you. im always going to be here”.

angela smiles, a wobbly and teary one as she leans forward as softly kisses her girlfriends lips, unable to verbally express the gratitude and love she feels.

“come on” (name) repeats, just as soft and patient as prior. both undressing and stepping into the warm shower, (name) rests her forehead against angela’s and mumbles a light “it’s okay”. lifting her hands to her girlfriends face, angela lets out a shaky sigh before lovingly kissing (name), indulging in the desire of abandoning everything for this moment. for the feeling of the warm water on her skin and the sensation of devotion filling her blood. for the unbridled kindness that fills her lovers soul, kindness that angela is grateful to experience every day.

breaking the kiss (name) gestures for angela to turn, running her fingers through angela’s wet curls. humming softly as she washes her hair, never breaking the silent air.

i love her. angela thinks repeatedly unable to find the energy within herself to be verbal, now sitting on the couch with the same repetitive thought, with (name) finishing the last of dinner in the kitchen. eventually (name) joins angela on the couch with the pasta, both sit curled up next to spork, in the sparsely lit room with the main light being the glow from the tv, still playing ‘Buffy the Vampire Slayer’.

turning to her partner and grasping her hand, angela sighs out “thank you, i love you” still unable to articulate her level of adoration and gratitude.

“i know, i love you too”

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a/n sorry idk what this is i did not edit this enough soz if there’s mistakes or weird sentences

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some of my fave angela pics

thank you that’s it