#Adam Sandler Concert

[rosalie-starfall]

Saturday Night Live

The Homecoming Concert

The Backstreet Boys

[american-boyboss]

[bretzkysbs]

It turns out the cookies are real — sort of.

They are baked at the home of Lara MacLean, who has been a “puppet wrangler” for the Jim Henson Company for almost three decades. MacLean started as an intern for Sesame Workshop in 1992 and has been working for the team ever since.

The recipe, roughly: Pancake mix, puffed rice, Grape-Nuts and instant coffee, with water in the mixture. The chocolate chips are made using hot glue sticks — essentially colored gobs of glue.

The cookies do not have oils, fats or sugars. Those would stain Cookie Monster. They’re edible, but barely. “Kind of like a dog treat,” MacLean says.

Before she reinvented the recipe in the 2000s, the creative team behind “Sesame Street” used versions of rice crackers and foams to make the cookies. The challenge was that the rice crackers would make more of a mess and get stuck in Cookie’s fur. And the foams didn’t look like cookies once they broke apart.

Cookie has been portrayed since 2001 by David Rudman, who took over the role from Frank Oz. Rudman’s right hand moves the mouth, which is eating, and his left hand holds the cookies. Both work in concert to break the cookies, which means they have to be soft enough to fall apart.

Rudman said soft cookies are best, adding, “The more crumbs, the funnier it is. If he eats the cookie, and it only breaks into two pieces if it’s too hard, it’s just not funny,” he said. “It looks almost painful. But if he eats a cookie and it explodes into a hundred crumbs, that’s where the comedy comes from.”

MacLean has perfected a recipe that is “thin enough that it’ll explode into a hundred crumbs,” Rudman said. “But it’s not too thin that it’ll break in my hand when I’m holding it.”

Not every (human) guest realizes that the cookies aren’t meant to be eaten. Adam Sandler appeared on an episode and decided to share in the muppet's delight by spontaneously eating a cookie with him on set.

“As soon as the cameras cut, he was like, ‘Blech!' ” MacLean said.

[astroellies]

˚༄࿔ more singer ellie (ft. actor reader) headcanons

warnings! happiness and fun.

⭐︎ you know that one video of oscar isaac and jessica chastain? yeah ellie likes doing that when you two are on red carpets together. she’s shameless and lovessss to show you off, especially when you’re feeling hot.

⭐︎ likes to take 0.5s or other unflattering photos of you during commerical breaks at award shows. she likes to post them for your birthday or anniversary (to keep you humble of course).

⭐︎ she likes you to star in her music videos. especially if they’re short films or otherwise telling a story. if you’re fem(me) she loves when you have a hyper-feminine vibe or if you’re more masc she thinks it’s so hot to butch out with you. her videos are essentially thirst traps but she’d never admit it.

⭐︎ AND the fans absolutely eat up the bts of the music videos. you like to bring a camera to set to film her. cute videos of her getting her makeup touched up and smirking at the camera saying hi baby. or silly ones of her talking in a thick southern accent dressed as a cowboy saying something like howdy, partner.

⭐︎ pre-eras tour ellie says that she isn’t a swiftie but you drag her along to the concert and catch her doing a frat-flick during we are never ever getting back together. (also she heard champagne problems live she became evermore’s #1 fan!)

fans see her too and definitely give her friendship bracelets and post videos of her dancing to tiktok. the masses are saying that ellie and taylor need to collab (no matter how different their music styles are).

⭐︎ speaking of ellie liking taylor swift she loves to hype up the other music girls. she was definitely spotted at chappell’s gov ball set wearing heart sunglasses and screaming after midnight. i feel like she’d dream of collabing with sabrina carpenter and being freaks together. ALSO megan the stallion is her biggest celebrity crush like watch out if she ever meets her it’s over for you two. specifically loves big ole freak.

⭐︎ sings with joel all the time. whether he’s famous or not (nepo ellie?) he’s featured on at least one of her songs. they’d definitely do a cover of like country roads, take me home or something.

⭐︎ you two would somehow end up doing like a wired autocomplete interview together and they have to cut the footage because you two are flirting or just being silly together. like pedro pascal and oscar isaac’s but romantic.

⭐︎ there are definitely some paparazzi photos out there of her looking just straight up silly lol. i’m talking one of those i’m not a gynecologist but i’ll take a look shirts, huge ass adam sandler shorts, mismatched socks, and crocs. and she’s like on a grocery run or walking a dog or something.

⭐︎ has done calvin klein or perfume ads that have people going crazy. close ups of her eyes and her tattoo. in a sports bra. hair slightly slicked back.

⭐︎ your biggest fan ever when you win awards. full standing ovation, kissing you all over before you can actually go on stage and collect the award. will post a picture of you two at like dennys or some 24/7 diner post-oscars. your hair and makeup messy. you’re wearing her blazer. the trophy sat next to you on the table. and the caption is like so proud of my girl.

⭐︎ if you kept your relationship private before getting married the internet would lose their shit. like you post a singular picture of her, tattoo peaking out from under her suit, ring on full display and hand wrapped around your waist. saying something like best day of my life with the best wife(!!).

⭐︎ i think she’d love sending edits of you, herself, or both of you to you. she’d be like babe we’re so hot. (if you have opposite aesthetics people definitely edit you to style by taylor swift!)

⭐︎ she’d probably get her instagram password taken away after posting like it was her spam account. like maybe she unintentionally spoils a new movie you’re in by posting a bts photo of you in her photo dump.

⭐︎ no matter how famous she gets, black converses will always be her go-to performance shoe. and she wears them to the DEATH. it doesn’t matter if you buy her a new pair she will wear the old ones until the sole is falling off and then she will wear the new pair. her fanbase definitely jokes about this similarly to how the tlou fandom does. like tiktoks of the most fucked up shoes and they’re like this is so ellie williams core.

⭐︎ she goes on like jimmy fallon or some late night show and they show a clip of her after getting her wisdom teeth removed (or some other procedure that makes you loopy)…

and she’s crying because she called you really pretty but she has a girlfriend and she feels so bad about it. but you’re behind the camera telling her you’re her wife. which makes her cry harder because you’re so so beautiful and perfect. and joel’s in the front seat, driving, and laughing his ass off.

⭐︎ you two get to go on snl together, you’re hosting and she’s the musical guest and you two fuck up every skit you’re in. like as soon as you make eye contact with her you’re bursting out laughing (how could you not when she’s dressed like an 80’s rockstar or a stereotypical nerd).

[theartkid15]

Modern AU head cannons? In this economy? High school addition bc why not.

Stone- burnt out gifted kid

🪐DOMINATED in physics and earth science but only the astronomy unit. But cant write a personal narrative to save his life.

🪐 desperately needs glasses but gets clowned on by Vinnie for wearing them so he just refuses to.

🪐 knows so much drama against his will bc people don’t realize he is even there while talking since he is so quiet

🪐 CEO of walking the mile and getting out of dodge ball on purpose

🪐 skips class sometimes just to dissociate in the hallway

🪐 gives the MEANEST side eyes or deadpan looks if someone is doing something cringe

Skipp- art/band/ theatre/ choir kid he has to be one of those

🍎 i feel like he excels really well in English language arts, being able to understand and relate to literature and poetry. But at the same time he suffers from dyscalculia ( difficulty understanding numbers and math concepts)

🍎 in every club on campus

🍎 hates regular backpacks so he carries around one of those messenger bags instead

🍎 friends with all his teachers and makes them gifts during teacher appreciation week

🍎chronic people pleaser, gives people snacks, homework answers, test answers, ect ( im projecting)

🍎 went to a high school football game once and regretted it since it was so loud and overwhelming , but still shows up for other school events like plays, choir concerts, band concerts, art shows, ect.

Vinnie- drives the most beat up truck or jeep known to man and no one knows how she obtained a driver’s license.

🏴‍☠️first name basis with the principal and nurse since she’s been sent up to the office so many times for getting into fights

🏴‍☠️extremely good at PE and history but math and science are her enemies, maybe suffering from dysgraphia or dyslexia

🏴‍☠️ Skipp convinced her to go to homecoming and showed up dressed like Adam Sandler and proceeded to convince Stone and Skipp to ditch homecoming and go joy riding in her car instead and get fast food

🏴‍☠️gets easily frustrated with school and finds it pointless sometimes. It’s not because she isn’t smart, but her skill set doesn’t match with academic standards. She knows she is smart in her own way but feels so dumb as she feels like she is falling behind everyone else.

🏴‍☠️ actually doesn’t mind the cafeteria food, loves the nachos and cheesy bread sticks.

If I mis-characterized anyone, I apologize, these are just my takes on the trio - ⭐️☀️🌞🌙💫✨🪐🪻

[metalmusicwhore]

Tag game!!

these are so fun so I wanted to make my own!!

favorite song(s) of all time: Lady Madonna- The Beatles, this is the new shit- Marilyn Manson, Tainted Love- Marilyn Manson, The Nobodies- Marilyn Manson And I love her-Kurt Cobain Breadfan-Metallica, Sweet Leaf- Black Sabbath and Unholy- Kiss

comfort show(s)/book(s)/movie(s): comfort shows Family Guy, The Simpsons, Adventure Time, Regular Show and Supernatural. Books any Norse Mythology book. Movies any of the lotr movies any of the bttf movies any Star Wars movies(the classics ofc) and any Will Ferrell, Adam Sandler or Jim Carrey movies

fav rockstar(s): Kirk Hammett, Bret Michaels, Marilyn Manson, Jack Black, Tom Keifer, John 5, Dave Mustaine, Cliff Burton, David Bowie, Twiggy Ramirez, Elton John, Lemmy Kilmister, Tony Iommi, Brian May and Bruce Springsteen

fav band(s): Korn, Marilyn Manson, Metallica, Wham!, Elton John, Pink Floyd, Kiss, Deftones, Misfits, Slipknot, System of a Down, The Beatles, Tenacious D, Poison, Cinderella, Mötley Crüe, Motörhead, Queen, Black Sabbath and Weird Al

hobby(s): Crocheting, playing guitar, painting/drawing and sewing

Four random facts about yourself: (1) I’m a cheerleader I’ve been cheering basically all my life and I’m currently on my schools varsity cheer team (2) I’m part Irish and I’m learning the language as well (3) I love concerts I’ve been to 4! I’ve been to The two cellos, weird al, Rob zombie freaks on parade tour and the Satch/Vai concert and I’m seeing Megedeth and Korn in a few months (4) I love men that’s not really a fact i just don’t know what else to put

tagging(no pressure ofc) @vancruejovi @devil-fucking-cat @starry-eyed-never-satisfied @pistol-whipped @ride-the-hammett @mxtal-up-ur-ass @liveinalovelyway and anyone that wants to join

[lesbianextdoor]

Modern! Mizu Headcanons

AU: Mizu having an emo phase when she was a teenager….and the aftermaths of it lol

This one has been rotting in my brain for a few days, and now i am writing it out instead of being a good college student and doing my work ^^”

I was gonna say i’m not projecting but i am definitely projecting so enjoy these little ideas

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-The phase happened around late middle/early highschool

-Had the haircut, outfit, bracelets, etc..

-Her first piercing were her snakebites, her favorite and she never ended up taking them out. Still wears them till this day.

-Horseshoe lip rings, specifically the one with the spikes

-she had a hard time making friends since people made fun of her looks. So she turned to music for comfort and support (she will not admit that)

-definitely had a myspace where she would post whatever and decorate her page with a shit ton of stamps and blinkies that was super eyestraining

-after highschool she grew out of the fashion but she never stopped listening to the music

-i can imagine her dressed in adam sandler styled clothing in college and her queued playlist has dance gavin dance and get scared songs up next

-she’s embarrassed of old photos of her, especially the ones she took in her bathroom with a shitty camera she got off ebay

-Her gf thinks she was absolutely adorable in this time era

-She still has her favorite band tees and wears them to bed

-She was never able to attend any concerts as a teen, so if there’s one near her campus she is dead set on going and dragging her gf along with her

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[femalestyles]

stunt (h.s.)

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20: atlanta, ga

“You seriously need a new car.” I mutter, clutching the door handle a little tighter as we rattle up to the curbside drop off at the airport.

Lexi rolls her eyes, unfazed, even as her engine groans in protest, about to give up entirely. Every bump in the road triggers another clink beneath the hood. I honestly have no idea how she managed to drive this hunk of junk across two state lines to college, especially with the lights on her dashboard lit up like a Christmas tree. She claims that the car was cleared by the mechanic, but I highly doubt she even brought it in. 

“I like it. It’s Dad’s,” she says proudly, expertly maneuvering into an open spot. I try not to cringe at the squeak of her breaks. 

“Yeah, and he bought it when you were still in diapers,” I laugh, reaching down to unzip my backpack for the fourth time, double-checking that I haven’t left anything behind. Once I’m sure, I zip it back up and turn to her in the drivers seat. 

“Almost two decades ago.” I add with a grin.

The eye roll I receive is monumental, but her bright smile tells me it’s all in jest. We’ve always had this rhythm, this shorthand language that makes time feel irrelevant. The past few days together had gone by in a blink—fast food wrappers and bad Adam Sandler reruns in my hotel room, Thanksgiving in sweatpants. We weren’t big on tradition the last few years, as long as we found our way to each other. This is the first holiday where we lived in different states, but I wasn’t going to let a little distance get in our way. 

A honk from some impatient asshole hurries my movements as I lean across the center console, collecting my little sister in a bone crushing hug. “I’ll see you in a few weeks.” I mumble into her ear, already dreading the moment I have to let go. “Minneapolis concert.”

She pulls away first, but not without reluctance. “Text me when you land. And drink water,” she adds, already shifting into big-sister-mode despite being the younger one.

“I’ll try,” I say, sliding out of the car. I watch her pull away, not moving until her tail lights disappear around the bend. She always waits until I’m inside before driving off, returning me to the melodramatics of my life.

Inside, the normalcy of the airport feels strange—sterile and full of noise that doesn't quite touch It’s weird walking through the airport as a commercial passenger. I risk sounding like a spoiled brat, but I’ve grown accustomed to flying private. It’s jarring, suddenly being back in the long lines and plastic bins of regular civilian life. The TSA queue moves slower than I remember, and by the time I get through, I’m already nostalgic for Lexi’s junker car and the scratchy hotel blankets. 

I hug my winter jacket to my body, praying that the Atlanta weather is kinder than Minnesota’s winter. As I start the trek toward my gate, a convenience stand catches my eye. Humming, I peruse the selection before grabbing a box of candy--sour skittles, obviously-- and a bottled coffee. Out of habit, I skim through the magazines, wanting to keep up with what the media was printing. 

Then I see it. A copy of People magazine, printed this week.

Harry and Kayla.

They’re on the cover—walking hand-in-hand down some L.A. street. The kind of photo that screams "candid" but was scheduled down to the minute. I know, because I was the one who sent the pitch out. Who submitted them to every magazine that cared. Yet, seeing them now, so domestic, it pinched something in my heart.

The first batch of photos came in the day after Thanksgiving. Them at dinner, heads tilted together, flickering candlelight casting them in gold. The media framed it like they’d been caught in a secret. I was sitting crisscross on my hotel bed when they hit my inbox, souring everything in my stomach. I told myself it was fine. All part of the job. All part of the plan.

Still, I don’t know why it bugs me so much. I created their entire fictitious relationship, and honestly, it was going over swimmingly. Their fans were none the wiser, eating up Hollywood’s new it couple. I knew it was fake, but seeing them exit the restaurant, his hand on her lower back, it took everything in me not to throw my laptop against the wall. I could feel the warmth of his fingers, the bite of his ring, as if he was with me. 

The photo now was during the day. It was them on a walk, half-assed disguised with hats and sunglasses as they sipped their coffees. Their hands were intertwined between them as they chatted, almost as if they’d been doing this for more than six days. 

I told them to do dinner. Just dinner. I didn’t ask for walks in the park, or coffee runs, or lazy hand-holding in broad daylight. That part was them.

Even I couldn’t tell if it was fake anymore. 

At the register, I place the Skittles, coffee, and magazine down with a mechanical smile. “Just these, please,” I say quietly, sliding my card through the reader. I nod politely at the cashier and walk away without looking back.

At the gate, I slump into a molded plastic chair and crack open the magazine, flipping through the glossy pages until I land on the spread. There they are again—laughing at a bar. Walking through a park. Him leaving her apartment early in the morning.

I pause on a photo of Harry mid-laugh, his whole face lit up and something in my chest churns.

“America’s Sweetheart Meets Rockstar Heartthrob: Inside Harry Styles and Kayla Carver’s Budding Romance

LOS ANGELES, CA — Hollywood’s newest headline-making couple is turning heads—and stirring conversation. Pop superstar Harry Styles, 23, and rising screen darling Kayla Carver, 22, made their relationship official with a cozy Thanksgiving dinner at the ultra-exclusive Somni in  downtown Los Angeles.

The pair were spotted sharing what onlookers described as an “intimate, laughter-filled evening,” sparking a flurry of online speculation. Since their public debut, Styles and Carver have been photographed multiple times: holding hands on a morning stroll through Griffith Park, grabbing coffee in matching sunglasses, and most recently, seen exiting Carver’s Los Angeles home.

Styles—best known as the frontman of rising global sensation Mirage, who are currently mid-way through their sold-out U.S. tour—has been a tabloid fixture lately, with erratic behavior and controversial headlines making waves over the past several weeks.

Meanwhile, Carver is enjoying a meteoric rise of her own. The Washington-born actress is currently filming Strange Love, a buzzy romantic drama set to premiere January 18. Critics are already whispering about a potential Oscar nomination, and industry insiders say this could be her breakout year.

A source close to the actress tells People that Kayla is “absolutely smitten,” adding: “They’ve been keeping things under wraps for a while, but now that the cat’s out of the bag, she’s thrilled to be seen with him.” While friends have privately expressed concern over Styles’ unpredictable streak, the source says Kayla remains “convinced that there’s more to him than the headlines suggest.”

“She believes she can help calm the chaos,” the insider adds.

Whether it’s a fleeting romance or the real deal, one thing is certain: the world is watching.

Keep reading for exclusive photos, behind-the-scenes updates from the Strange Love set, and what insiders are saying about Kayla’s career-defining year.”

They hadn’t even met before that Thanksgiving dinner. Different social circles, different cities, different worlds entirely. There hadn’t been some months-long courtship playing out in secret.

Wow, I sound no better than the public. 

I shove the magazine in my backpack as my boarding group rings out over the intercom, hoping that burying the evidence will erase the sinking feeling in my chest. 

❀

Harper is going to kill me.

No, literally, she’s hugging me so tightly I can hardly breathe. I manage to snake my arms around her waist, my hands fisting into the back of her sweater.

“I missed you so much,” she beams, pulling away just enough to hold me at arm’s length, as if I might slip away from her. I already missed soundcheck in exchange for one extra day in Minnesota, and by the time I landed, I had to hurry to make it to the concert in time. I hardly slipped through the stage door before running directly into Harper.

“I was only gone for a few days,” I reply, giggling as I roll my eyes. “You’re acting like I ran off to another country.”

“That’s basically what Minnesota is,” Harper quips, grabbing my elbow and looping hers through mine as we start walking the hallway.

Backstage is humming with barely restrained chaos. Technicians sprint past with headsets and clipboards, wires snake across the floor daring me to trip, and someone is yelling about a missing mic pack. It’s the same pre-show madness as always. It feels oddly comforting, like coming home.

Harper falls into step beside me, launching into a whirlwind recap of her holiday.

“Thanksgiving was a disaster,” she announces, her voice painstricken. “My aunt forgot to preheat the oven. Again. The turkey was basically still clucking when she pulled it out, so we ate Pizza Hut.”

“Somehow, my Thanksgiving was more traditional than yours,” I say, snorting.

“It’s not even the worst part. My mom made this passive aggressive toast about how ‘some people think they’re too good for home.’” Her voice shifts into a mocking drawl as she mimics the quote. Harper doesn’t have an accent herself, but when she mimes her mom, it’s a thick southern drawl that’s almost too theatrical to be real. “I was this close to faking food poisoning just to get out early.”

I squeeze her arm gently. I know how complicated it is for her, always trying to bridge the gap between who she was raised to be and who she actually is now. Her family never quite accepted her desire to leave. And with Louis off in England for the holiday, she had to navigate their disdain solo.

She doesn’t have time to continue before we’re interrupted by Charlie, who barrels toward us. His clipboard is clutched tightly to his chest, and his eyes are wide with pre-show panic.

Why is he perpetually stressed? We had the same routine for every concert, and every time he acted like it was the first time.

“What now?” Harper sighs under her breath.

“Harper,” he pants, shoving his phone into her hands so fast she nearly drops it, “can you please call the venue technician? Paul says a bunch of the spotlights aren’t responding. If we can’t get them working, the whole left side of the stage will be too dark.”

She blinks at him, startled, already putting the ringing phone to her ear as she hurries off, mouthing a silent you’ve got to be kidding me before disappearing down the corridor.

Charlie doesn’t even pause to exhale before spinning toward me. “I need you to tell the boys we’re behind schedule, but they need to be ready in ten. I don’t care what they’re doing. Ten minutes or I swear to God—”

“What are you—” I start, but he’s already off again, the exit door slamming shut behind him.

We need a new tour manager. Desperately.

Groaning, I remind myself to take a deep breath as I start making the rounds, tapping on doors, poking my head into dressing rooms with Charlie’s message. Once I reach Harry’s door, I hesitate, my fist cocked in the air. Just as I’m about to knock, the door swings open, sending me back a few steps.

In front of me is Kayla Carver, in the flesh. She’s wearing a silky white dress that shimmers under the hallway lights, the fabric soft against her glowing skin. A small, blush-pink purse hangs off her shoulder, matching the delicate ballerina flats on her feet. Her curls frame her face in perfect, voluminous spirals, bouncing as she recoils in surprise, one hand flying to her chest.

“Oh!” she gasps, startled.

I must look equally shocked—frozen like a deer in headlights. Because I wasn’t expecting her. Then again, she’s Harry’s “girlfriend”, why wouldn’t she be here?

“I’m so sorry,” I spill out, my hand pressing over my hammering heart like I can steady it. Long lashes flutter against her cheek as she sports a bright smile, lips painted a pretty pink. 

God, she’s beautiful.

Curls bounce around her as she shakes her head, taking a step towards me. As she does, another figure appears behind her, one I know without looking at him. 

His figure looms over hers, and one peek over her head reveals sharp green eyes peering down at me. It only lasts a second, but I can sense the stone wall between us has been rebuilt with double the material. 

Clearing his throat, he gestures to me before looking back towards Kayla.

“This is Juliet,” he says gruffly, gaze fixed on Kayla. “Mirage’s publicist.”

While that is my official title, being reduced to it by him makes me feel small. It’s distant, transactional, stripping away everything that happened between  us.

Still, I stand my ground, my smile shakier when I look at her again.

Then, to my surprise, Kayla wraps her arms around me in a warm, confident hug.

“It’s so nice to finally meet you in person!” she gushes, curls tickling against my cheek.

I blink. I’d spoken to her team plenty—calls, emails, media review—but never her directly. I didn’t know what to expect from her. Obviously, her team hyped her up as the people’s princess, but it’s shocking to find a celebrity that is actually as nice as people say. 

She has a light presence, one that immediately lifts the energy in the room. It is a stark contrast to the dark, brooding energy that currently exists between Harry and I. I don’t try and meet his eye again, instead focusing solely on Kayla.

“Of course,” I say, forcing warmth into my voice. “I’m so glad you were able to join us.”

Not entirely true, but she’s doing us a massive favor. This whole thing could tank her career if someone found out it was fake. So, yeah. I was truly grateful.

Only essential personnel knew their relationship was staged--that being me, the boys, upper management, and Harper. Everyone else on the crew was kept in the dark, not wanting to risk a potential leak to the media. The only thing worse than a PR stunt was a failed PR stunt. 

“We have a break in filming while they review footage before retakes,” Kayla explains, her voice light. There’s a tinge of something else too, like she knows she’s being watched. She tilts her head back, peering up at Harry before she continues. “And when Harry mentioned the idea of me tagging along..”

Even with crew members flitting past the doorway with backstage urgency, I can feel the shift in the air as they slow down to watch them. Harry and Kayla. At the way her body melts into his, his arm snaking around her waist, fingers splaying just above her hip, anchoring her in place. Claiming her.

My breath catches as I still. I want to disappear into the floor, dissolve into dust, anything to escape this tightening feeling in my chest.

“I just couldn’t help myself,” Kayla finishes with a breezy smile, and I flinch.

“Well,” I manage, my voice clipped. “We’re happy to have you.” I wince at my own tone, knowing that Kayla is just doing what we asked of her. It’s not her fault she’s a great fucking actress.

Turning to Harry, I shift into business mode. “Charlie wanted me to let you know we’re a few minutes behind schedule. He needs you in the wings in five.”

Finally, I meet his eyes and I wish I hadn’t.

His expression is unreadable, blunt in its neutrality. There’s no warmth, no flicker of recognition, no flicker of anything. It’s not hatred. It’s not disdain.

It’s indifference.

I swallow the lump rising in my throat and turn on my heel, not waiting for a response. The moment I’m out of their sight, I take off down the hall, adrenaline pounding in my ears. My chest is tight, my face burning, and I nearly slam into Harper as she emerges from a nearby room, slipping Charlie’s phone into her pocket.

“Juliet?” she says, concerned, but I barrel past her without a word, ducking into the room she just left. The door clicks softly behind me a second later.

It’s a tiny, spare dressing room. Just a mirror and a chair. I lean against the wall, sucking in air fast and hard. Harper doesn’t hesitate to follow, shutting the door and locking it before stepping forward.

“Hey,” she says softly, placing her hands on my shoulders and spinning me around. Her eyes search mine with immediate concern. “What’s going on?”

“A little warning would’ve been nice,” I snap, sharper than I mean to. I immediately regret it, but it’s too late to take it back.

Harper flinches, the words landing harder than they should. She steps back slightly, hurt flickering in her eyes, but being Harper, she doesn’t abandon me.

“I’m sorry,” I breathe out quickly, guilt settling in my body. I drag my hands through my hair, gripping the roots, trying to ground myself “I didn’t know Kayla was going to be here.”

Realizations dawns over her face, her features softening. A frown crosses her lips as she steps forward again, gently taking my hands in hers. My eyebrows furrow as I take in her expression, my annoyance making a reappearance. 

“What?” 

She doesn’t answer right away. She just gives my hands a squeeze, her voice gentle. “I didn’t know,” she says slowly, “that you still…”

This time I pull back, yanking my hands from hers. From an outside view, I hate myself for being so rude to her, but it’s easier than to accept what she’s saying to me. 

Because if I admit it, even just once, I won’t be able to put it back in the box.

“I don’t,” I hiss.

My pants are definitely on fire.

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[chaifootsteps]

What's your opinion on Hotel Transylvania?

Liked the first and second movies, less so beyond that. I can only tolerate Erika by subscribing to the theory that she's Martha's reincarnation.

2. Fourth movie didn't need to exist. If you can't get Adam Sandler, don't bother making more of these.

3. "I've got tickets to six Dave Matthews Band concerts" resonated with me on a level that haunts me to this very day.

[wearepansies]

Just comment and I will put out a part two-

PJO MUSIC ARTIST AU:

Percy;

-His artist name is Black Jackson. (BLACKJACKson?? Get it??? He named himself after blackjack kind of???? Ok I’ll see myself out-)

-Because he was born in Manhattan, out of poverty, he never had much, so he’s pretty much the most down to earth celebrity ever(think Adam Sandler kind of? But more fashionable)

-Advocates a lot for people with learning disabilities, and domestic violence victims.

-He mostly writes inside the genres rock and alternative.

-His first big break was with his original album, “feelyng bleu”

-While we’re on that, all of his songs and albums are spelled wrong. At first it was a mistake, but Percy slowly just made it his own thing. Made him feel a lot better about his dyslexia.

- Is the nicest guy you’ll ever meet.

-He’s also a socially awkward, insecure mess though.

- He starts every concert of his off by thanking his Mother, and asking whether “ his audience is ready to fuck themselves up tonight??”

-Absolute bicon

-Has clips of his funny exchanges with interviewers all over YouTube

Annabeth;

-Just uses her actual name.

-She doesn’t see the point in trying to make a career under a fake name. Nah. She wants people SCREAMING her name from the audience.

-Contrary to that wish though, she’s not actually famous.

-It’s more like…a hobby she does for fun, but also dreams about turning into a career.

-In reality though, she’s an architecture student who really just needs money to fix the damn sink.

- She actually knew Percy WAY before he became famous, since they were eleven actually.

-Annabeths music is more like…alternative folk.

-She uses all sorts of architecture metaphors and terms in her music.

-She doesn’t sing about buildings though. She talks about all sorts of social class problems she thinks are important. The figurative, poetic architecture language she uses is just her musical signature(and a fun way to be nerdy).

-She has a decent amount of followers.

- Is rather cold when you meet her, but is secretly just a softie.

- Is the artist who makes songs based off books and posts them on TikTok (sorry not sorry)

-She also has a podcast that’s unfortunately more popular than her nonexistent music career lol.

- She wears lots of academic looking clothes, but also has lots of flow-y looking tops, and lots of chique Greek outfits because she loves embracing her culture.

- Is friends with everyone from the famous band “Ride or Die” (Beckendorf, Silena, Clarisse, Connor, Travis, and Katie)

Grover;

-Goes by the music name “Child of the W1ld”

-He’s not really a famous music artist honestly? More like a TikTok celebrity.

-He’s famous for his pan flute and ocarina covers of different songs.

-His most popular, aka the one that made him famous, was Celine Dion’s “my heart will go on”

-Posts all sorts of TikTok’s of him playing his instruments in random places lmao

-Is the most cottage core hipster to ever cottage core.

- He and Percy are besties! They support each other whenever they can, advertise, do videos, and just chill out and hang.

- They’re such opposites aesthetically though. People were actually so shocked when they first saw them together lmao.

- Whenever Percy uploads a new album or song, he’ll make a cover of it.

-Not only because he loves his best friend, but also because it’s challenging.

-Wears an alarming amount of skirts, and pants that go halfway to his calves.

[linkahavocz99]

Lately and idk why but that principle of “like song? Repeat!” has been kinda eating me alive recently. I’ve always loved music but this weird phenomena has applied specifically to three songs the last couple of months

—it started when I first heard technical foul from Eight Crazy Nights last december. I had just moved into my new place and the unpacking and loneliness was getting pretty overwhelming and since it was the holidays I wanted to watch something festive. I think I tolerate Adam Sandler a little more than the average person so it seemed like a good choice—I needed to see what the hype was about. It’s a grotesque movie but I kinda love it and the songs are really good. Finished it alone in my room at 2 am, and whatever time I woke up at next it felt like I needed to listen to the song again. It’s jazzy and insane that Adam’s doing all three voices, but for some really strange reason my brain told me it was comforting. I was super high strung cus of the move and holidays and it must’ve given me some peace of mind to sink my teeth into something and not let go. Out of all the songs…

—the next song was War by Poets Of The Fall. I first heard this game in Alan Wake (2010) and was instantly hooked. It got to the point where I couldn’t go to sleep without playing the song. I’ll admit I’m weird and kinda like falling asleep to rock music sometimes (one time I got home from an edm concert and had to listen to more music to slowly ween myself off the noise) and I had been going to bed super late for weeks. Something about the song’s presence in the larger Alan Wake narrative and it amv quality and an example of that “every band needs a war song” joke really resonated with me

—the song today is Empty Streets by Casey + Ali Edwards. I’ve passed on watching video essays in my watch later from months ago to listen to this

Its not just “these are good songs I like” its “I need to listen to this NOW despite nothing outwardly falling apart or else I will chew my skin off”. Weird stuff.

[seeminglyranch87]

Taylor & Travis Timeline

May 2024 - Part 3

May 20 - Travis attends OTA's with KC Chiefs (x)

May 23 - New Heights episode is recorded with Travis in undisclosed location but most likely in Europe with Taylor. He is due to catch a flight within 2 hours or recording podcast.

May 24 - New Heights Ep 91 (x) airs. Travis and Jason are in a great mood laughing and poking fun at each other for swearing and when addressing the Harrison Butker commencement speech! There are moments where you can see that Travis is distracted by someone off camera... Taylor is that you?? (x)

Travis looking to side of camera...

Travis likes a post by Jimmy Fallon; Fallontonight when Erin Andrews and Charissa Thompson believe that they should take some credit for match-making Travis & Taylor (x).

Travis also liked another post by Pat McAfee Show when discussing Patrick Mahomes part in encouraging his team mate to reach out to Taylor (x)

The Eras Tour, Estadio Da Luz, Lisbon, Portugal N1

Come Back Be Here x The Way I Loved You x The Other Side Of The Door (guitar) & Fresh Out The Slammer x High Infidelity (piano)

Taylor changed the post concert song from YOYOK to The Alchemy.

Travis continues filming for Grotesquerie in LA. Filming wrapped early hours of Saturday

May 25 - Travis attends Dallas Stars vs. Edmonton Oilers NHL (hockey) playoff game in Dallas TX.

The Eras Tour, Estadio Da Luz, Lisbon, Portugal N2

The Tortured Poets Department x Now That We Don't Talk (guitar) & You're On Your Own Kid x Long Live (piano)

May 27 - Travis Kelce & Patrick Mahomes at the Dallas Mavericks Game

May 29 - New Heights Ep. 92 airs. Travis and Jason discuss their favourite movie genre: Adam Sandler movies ;-) Jason thought The Wedding Singer character best represented Travis! Travis lost it laughing... Jason, do you have something you want to share? (x 17:05)

The Eras Tour, Estadio Santiago Bernabéu, Madrid, Spain N1

Sparks Fly x I can Fix Him (No Really I Can) (guitar) & I Look in People's Windows x Snow On The Beach (piano)

May 30 - The Eras Tour, Estadio Santiago Bernabéu, Madrid, Spain N2

Blake Lively, Ryan Reynolds, James, Inez, Betty & Haim sisters in attendance

Our Song x Jump Then Fall (guitar) & King Of My Heart (piano)

Travis in KC for Chiefs OTA's (x)

May 31 - Travis and KC Chiefs 2023 Super Bowl champions invited to White House. Travis is invited to the podium by President Joe Biden to say a few words, "my fellow Americans..."

Go to previous update -> May part 2

Go to next update -> June part 1

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[ninetyminutes]

are you ready for the 50th anniversary?!?

OMG YES!!! I am so excited!!

I watched the homecoming concert yesterday night and had an absolute blast. Honestly, I wasn't expecting it to be as fun as it was, but I was so thrilled with everything. Andy Sandberg with Lady Gaga and Will Ferrell had me laughing so hard. I genuinely wasn't ready for it.

I will take this as an opportunity to tell everyone a bit about my personal experience growing up with SNL since I don't think I have. I am only 23 years old, far from the 50 years SNL boasts.

My parents have been watching SNL for as long as I can remember. They would record the episode every Saturday night on our TV and the next day we would watch it back at a more reasonable time because staying up that late wasn't exactly feasible for us. And even now I wish I could stay up that late but I get up for work at 4:30 am and I can't afford to screw up my sleep schedule to watch a show at 11:30 I WISH I COULD I SWEAR, BUT IT WOULD SO FRICK UP MY SLEEP SCHEDULE. But we watch it together every Sunday and honestly, it's sort of a tradition for us.

While I wasn't around to see the likes of Chris Farley, Mike Myers, Bill Murray, Chevy Chase, Adam Sandler(!!!), Will Ferrell(!!!), etc. on SNL, I will say that their movies and post-SNL careers were my childhood. I vividly remember watching their films over and over and over, probably at an age a bit too young given some of their ratings. Hell I mean, even right now I'm sitting here typing this with Pixels with Adam Sandler playing in the background.

I will not be watching tonight's episode live, but you know damn well I'll be watching it tomorrow morning! And I will add that I will be watching the SNL50 Anniversary Special live tomorrow since it's at a much more realistic time for me personally. I am a night owl like Lorne, I LOVE existing when it's dark outside, but unfortunately, that's not suitable for the life of an aerospace engineer.

Anyway, enough about me. I AM SO EXCITED. I have NO idea what to expect, but I know it will absolutely exceed any and all expectations. Can I also say that I'm sooooo excited for the Lorne book?? I have it on same-day delivery and a long flight that same weekend with nothing better to do so be prepared for me to absolutely overload this page with interesting quotes I find while reading

[tswiftupdatess]

Loren Gray, Flavor Flav, Mariska Hargitay, Maren Morris, Adam Sandler, Hayley Kiyoko, Julia Garner, Keleigh Teller are all at Carpet of The Eras Tour Concert Movie World Premiere tonight!

[dateagirlwhosuggestion]

December 31, 1997 – October 14, 2023

Katharine “Katie” Harris, #1 cat lover, a proud viewer of 31 Adam Sandler movies, beloved daughter, sister, and friend, passed away on October 14, 2023, at 25.

Katie was born in Atlanta, Georgia, on December 31, 1997. They were a Capricorn through and through. Katie was homeschooled until high school when she attended The Gwinnett School of Mathematics, Science, and Technology. In 2020, Katie graduated from The Georgia Institute of Technology with a BS in Psychology. After working as a substitute teacher through GCPS, she began work as a Research Associate for Quantitative Insights at Material+.

Katie was a light to all who knew them. Her humor and wit were unmatched -- she could make anyone laugh, no matter the circumstances, and she always found the spark of humor in the most challenging moments. They loved books, especially books about lesbians, and, most especially, lesbian found-family science-fiction. She visited Disney more times than anyone could count, and even though she loved roller coasters with a passion, her favorite Disney ride was “Living with the Land.” Their passions included sectional sofas, weird earrings, the McElroy Brothers, Pokémon, Adam Sandler, lesbians, concerts, pasta, puns, eating kiwis with the skin on (and reminding everyone of it), The Sims, Survivor, Infinity Train, fries with a side of ranch, other people’s drama, scenic overlooks, information centers, and so much more.

Katie was immensely passionate. She was never afraid to speak up and fight for what she believed in. They couldn’t tolerate people who lack empathy, people who don’t use their turn signals, olives, or push doors that look like pull doors. She never rode in an elevator unless she had absolutely no other choice because you never know when you might get stuck.

Between the celebration of life, legal fees, and time off work, Katie’s family is facing a huge and unexpected financial burden. If you are able, please contribute whatever you can. We will never forget her.

[1995lahaine]

adam sandler dressed like a middle aged corny bisexual at a taylor swift concert