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justabigassnerd · 2 years

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I think I kinda... you know

Pairing - TASM!Peter Parker x reader

Word count - 1,471

Warnings - one swear word, rest is fluff

Song - I Think I Kinda, You Know (Ricky's Version) by Joshua Bassett

Summary - you finally felt ready to say those big three words, you just didn't know how to say them

A/N - yes I'm using an hsmtmts song for fic inspiration. Yes, I'm using Josh's version of the song because I'm seeing him in concert in London and I'm fecking hyped. I also kinda wanna write something based on 'Just for a Moment' or maybe just a Joshua Bassett song (maybe 'Anyone Else'???) idk hit me up with ideas. Anyways I'll stop rambling, as per y'all, please send in requests, feedback and enjoy!

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You had been dating Peter for almost three months now and you knew with one hundred percent certainty that you loved him. He was the sweetest most genuine guy you had ever had the pleasure of dating and you knew you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him. You had been sure you loved Peter around the two-month mark in your relationship, you just held back from saying those three words because you had no idea where Peter stood on everything.

Peter, of course, loved you with every fibre of his being. He’d been sure of it pretty much the moment he laid eyes on you but being in a relationship with you and getting to know you better and better with each passing day made his love for you increase tenfold. He wanted to tell you he loved you a month into your relationship he just held back because he didn’t want to overwhelm you. He wanted to wait for a perfect moment and wanted to gauge when you might be comfortable with saying those words too.

You’d been planning the perfect time to say the words ‘I love you’ to Peter in recent days. You didn’t want to say it in a public place, it should be a moment shared just between the two of you. You also didn’t want to accidently say it when he left the flat for one of his morning classes or when you left the flat in a rush to get to one of your classes. You figured a good time would be when the two of you had a moment of quiet between the two of you. No classes, work, or patrols to worry about. Just the two of you. Nothing more. Nothing less.

That day that the two of you finally had an evening to yourselves came quicker than you had expected. You hadn’t actually had time to rehearse saying ‘I love you’ to him so you had no idea how to go about it, but you just knew you weren’t willing to back down now that you had the chance. You decided to spend your evening together with a takeaway and a movie. As always, you had ended up completely curled into Peter’s side with his arm around you and his hand mindlessly playing with your hair while keeping his focus on the movie. Playing with your hair was an unconscious habit Peter had picked up early in your relationship and you wouldn’t deny that you loved the feeling of him messing with your hair.

“You look deep in thought there. Is everything okay baby?” Peter’s voice breaks the comfortable silence as he adjusts himself so he can look you in the eye.

“Everything’s okay.” You say, smiling softly. Peter returned the smile with one of his own, but you could tell by his eyes that he didn’t quite believe you.

“Tell me what’s going on in that pretty head of yours.” Peter says gently, cupping your cheek in his hand. You instinctively lean into his touch, letting your eyes flutter closed and burying as much of your face as you could into his palm. Peter let you have a moment before leaning closer, pressing his lips to your nose, and quietly encouraging you to open your eyes.

“There you are. Why are you hiding from me, huh?” He says lightly, moving his hand slightly so he could see your full face and making you smile a bit wider at his words.

“I want to tell you something.” You say, sitting up a bit more and removing yourself from Peter’s embrace so you could face him properly. Peter didn’t reply, he only took your hand in his and rubbed a thumb over your knuckles. A silent encouragement for you to continue talking.

“It’s nothing bad I promise it’s just I… god I don’t know how to say it.” You continue, your brain running at a thousand miles an hour as you try to figure out how to say what you want to say to him.

“That’s okay. Take your time. It’s just me and you.” He says sweetly, lifting your hand to his lips and pressing kisses all over your knuckles.

“I want to tell you that I…” Your brain lets you down once more and stops you from saying those three precious words as Peter watches intently, his large doe eyes filled with nothing but patience and understanding.

“You…?” He presses gently, his eyes never leaving yours.

“I think I kinda… you know.” You say, a feeble attempt to get your point across but to no avail. After a second failed attempt you squeeze your eyes shut and huff, frustrated at yourself.

“You think you kinda what?” Peter says, an amused tone to his voice that had your eyes opening curiously and the first thing you noticed was his grin. His all-knowing grin. That fucker. He knew what you wanted to say. He knew and he was just going to play dumb until you actually said the words to him. You could tell that he knew you knew he was playing dumb, but he wasn’t willing to give in.

“Okay, I don’t think. I know that I…” You trail off once more and Peter simply raises an eyebrow and hums in acknowledgment, playing with your now interlocked fingers absentmindedly.

“I love you.” You finally blurt out, making Peter’s grin grow ten times wider as he releases your hand and cups your face with his hands, bringing you in for a deep and passionate kiss. The kiss slowly evolved into you just pressing your smiles into each other as you broke out into relieved giggles that you finally said the words that had been screaming to be released for almost a month now.

“I love you too.” Peter says the second he pulls away, pressing his forehead to yours, noses brushing up against each other.

“Happy now?” You ask, laughing as Peter nods joyfully.

“Very.” He replies, bringing you in for another kiss. This time he begins to lay back on the sofa, bringing you down with him so you’re lying on top of him.

“Do you want to say it one more time for me?” Peter then asks when you pull away from the second kiss, a cheeky smile on his face.

“I love you.” You say, giving into his smile and puppy dog eyes immediately, kissing the end of his nose lightly.

“I think I kinda you know.” Peter teases, making you grumble and bury your face in his chest, a blush spreading across your cheeks.

“You’re going to make this a thing, aren’t you?” You ask quietly, your words muffled in the soft material of his hoodie as you feel him nod against the side of your head.

“Absolutely I am, yes.” He agrees, chuckling and nuzzling his nose into your hair. Both of you smiling in each other’s embrace.

“I really mean it though Peter. I love you. And I’m sorry it took me so long to tell you.” You say, moving your head to look up at Peter as he shakes his head with a fond smile before pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“Don’t apologise love. I held off saying it because I wanted to figure out when you might be comfortable with saying it and you beat me to it.” He says with a grin.

“I could tell from your face that you knew what I was trying to say. Why didn’t you say it first?” You ask, the question had been circling your head the moment you noticed his expression.

“You were brave enough to start the conversation, baby. I wasn’t about to steal your thunder.” Peter says sincerely, running a hand through your hair as you lean into the touch slightly.

“I love you so much, Pete.” You mumble into his chest happily, a lovesick grin covering your face. Now that you had said those three words to Peter, you felt like you could say them a thousand times over. You never wanted to stop saying them. All you wanted was for Peter to know how much you love him.

“I love you too sweetheart. More than you’ll ever know.” Peter whispers, his lips brushing against your ear as he speaks. You lay with your head on top of Peter’s steady beating heart, inviting your eyes to slip shut and for your brain to only focus on the steady thumping beneath your ear. You felt Peter’s hand massaging your scalp gently and felt him pressing light kisses to the top of your head. Those actions were enough to drive you towards sleep and you welcomed it happily, your mind swimming with thoughts about how lucky you were to have Peter Parker in your life.

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ficklepicklefandoms · 5 years

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in dublin’s fair city ~ t.h

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Requested: no

Word count: 2,537 (my longest one ever!)

Warnings: Binge drinking, swearing, Irish slang and pure Dublin shenanigans.

Hi guys! I’ve had this in my drafts since July which is highly criminal if you ask me! There’s a lot of things that I love about my fair city of Dublin (nickname comes from the song Molly Malone. Listen to this classic!) and I am so excited to be able to share lots of them with you through this one shot! Here comes the bad news... I have final exams in June and need to study hard to get the points I need for my university course. I’m hoping to get some things out to you guys before then but it may be Easter break before anything comes your way. Thank you for your constant support and love with my writing. Please make sure to request things in my ask box for the future! Love and hugs as always xx

My friends and I sat around a small table in The Temple Bar Pub nursing our third or fourth pint of the night. It was nearing 8 and I’d lost count of how many drinks I’d had. The Irish trad music lilting through the air and the harmonious laughter of my friends reminded me my pint was slowly emptying. It would fill up soon without a doubt on earth.

“Ah here now, would you fill your glass before you embarrass us!” My friend Faye called out to me with a large smile adorning her face.

“Well, my drink is nearly gone too so if you’re going you better fill mine too,” Jess called out to me. The rest of our large group agreed and knocked back their drinks.

“Only if you’re buying.” I hit back wittily, knocking back the remainder of the liquid and feeling the tiniest burn on my throat. I held out my hand and she placed a fifty euro note in my hand. I laughed knowing she was being scaldy and reached into my pocket to pull out another fifty euro note.

“Pints again there Y/N, you’ll need at least another two before you get a fella.” Emma laughed loudly and I rolled my blurry eyes. I scooted past Max and Sammy in our booth, collecting the empty glasses before Alannah followed me to help me carry the pints.

“John, we’re gonna need another round,” I called out to the barman. He sauntered over and took the money out of my hands. I placed the empty glasses on the bar and Alannah stood against it

“I assume yous all want the same again. Orchard Thieves or Heineken?” He asked with a chuckle, his accent thick and warm.

“What do you take us for, fecking eejits? Orchard Thieves, ya bollocks.” Alannah laughed and John moved to pull the pints.

Our group was quite large. We all kept in contact after school ended and it was rare that we were all together like old times.

John had pulled the first two pints and Alannah took them over to the table. I waited for the next two and did the same. Alannah collected her last two and I waited for my pint to be pulled. John handed me back far too much money for what we got but I accepted it, knowing it’d be a lost war.

I picked up my glass and began to head back to the table until my journey was disrupted by a body colliding into me.

“Ah swinging Jaysus watch where you’re heading!” I exclaimed as my pint went all over the floor. I silently cursed more in my mind as I was known in this pub for constantly spilling drinks. John never minded pouring me another on the house but I always felt guilty.

“I barely understood that but I sincerely apologise and I’ll buy you another pint.” A British accent spoke apologetically. I sipped what was left in the glass before meeting the eyes of the English man in front of me.

“Holy Mother of Mary I’m bloody locked if I think I’m seeing Tom Holland.” I choked as my drink got caught in my throat. Tom’s hand came in contact with my back gently as I coughed.

“You’re seeing Tom Holland love, don’t worry about being locked or whatever you called it. What’s your name?” Tom said with a slight chuckle in his voice. His hand left my back and I felt the remaining warmth

Just then, Faye came running over. She was drunk and probably thought I’d left in her state.

“Y/N, sweetheart you need to be more careful with your pi- OH MY GOOD JESUS IS THAT THE SPIDERMAN FELLA?” She shouted. Tom looked alarmed and he seemed to be looking for someone. I hit Faye a smack on the arm and she rubbed it gingerly.

“Faye head back to the table I’m getting a pint with Tom. I’ll be back in a minute.” I ushered her quickly towards the group and she began gossiping as soon as she sat down. The boys at the table bounced excitedly in their seats, wanted to meet the movie star.

“So, that pint?” Tom laughed as we walked to the bar beside each other. “What’re you drinking Y/N?”

“Thieves,” I said waving my hand to John. “It went on the floor John, you’re gonna need a mop.”

“Ah, it’s grand love don’t be worrying. The same for your fella as well?” He smirked.

“Um yeah, can we get three pints?” He asked politely as he shifted from one foot to the other. I looked at him sightly funny as he ordered the three. “Harrison should be here somewhere, MATE!” He shouted as he spotted him. Harrison walked through the crowded pub and greeted his friend. I could feel the alcohol taking effect and I could hardly believe that Tom Holland was buying me a pint.

“Who’s the girl Tom?” Harrison asked as our pints came and Tom paid.

“Y/N, Tom spilt my pint and he owes me one,” I said with a wave as I began to gulp down the cider. “My mates are at that table over there, do yous want to join us?” I asked feeling a bit confident. My mind was buzzing Tom Holland had just bought me a pint and I wasn’t going to lie to myself and say I wasn’t attracted to him. And I also quietly thought of Max and Sammy, the Marvel geeks who’d kill to chat to the web-slinging hero.

“Drinking with the prettiest girl in the pub? How could I say no?” Tom said as Harrison patted his back. I let out an embarrassed giggle and led them to the booth where my friends sat staring at us.

“Hey Y/N, the pretty girl with the short blonde hair, what’s her name?” Harrison asked as we made our way through the crowd carefully.

“Her name’s Alannah. She’s studying human nutrition in Queen’s up in Belfast. Slide in on her I doubt she’d mind,” I whispered quickly. I saw Alannah glance our way and Harrison waved softly.

“Tom and Harrison are drinking with us tonight, no objections. Tom and Harrison, the gang. Gang, Tom and Harrison. Play nice you wallys,” I said plopping down beside Tom after Harrison took a place beside Alannah, introducing himself quickly.

The group began chatting, Sammy and Max asking Tom about Spiderman and the sort. Alannah and Harrison seemed to be hitting it off quite well. Soon enough Tom and I started having a chat of our own. We talked about life, my law course at uni and his acting career. We had scooched closer together after the second pint, the cosy pub creating a homely atmosphere.

“So Y/N, where is one place I have to visit while I’m here? I know about the Guinness Storehouse and all that jazz but what’s your favourite place?” Tom asked me quietly as the group chatted around us. Without hesitation, I answered.

“The Iveagh Gardens without question. It’s so beautiful. We’re heading to a concert there tonight if you and Harrison want to tag along, Emma will get you tickets in minutes.” I said with a wave to Emma. She nodded her head and began texting on her phone. “She’s owed a favour by the lads at Aiken.” Tom smiled widely and placed his arm around my shoulders. I felt my body stiffen at his touch but I rapidly moulded into his body, enjoying the heat it provided.

“I’m sure it’s beautiful but I doubt anything I see will ever be as beautiful as you.” He whispered into my ear. My cheeks were already quite red from the pints I’d been drinking but I swear at that moment I was officially a tomato.

“Y/N, polish off your drink there it’s nearly 10. Gates are opening in fifteen minutes. It's not too far a walk but you know what we’re like.” Max spoke to me across the table. He completed his pint as the table began to finish up their drinks and grab their coats.

My pint remained virtually untouched, Tom’s stunning eyes distracting me from it. Me being myself, I couldn’t let a good and full pint go to waste so, I did what any good Irish girl would. I decided to neck it.

“Hey Y/N watch it!” Tom laughs as he watches me intently.

“Don’t worry about her, she’s done it more than once.” Jess laughed. The girls started playing a drumroll on the table as I continued to knock back my pint. Tom’s eyes glinted with something I couldn’t quite place but he clapped loudly with the others as I slammed my glass onto the mahogany table.

“Right darlings, let us head to the gardens of Iveagh to hear the kings play,” I announced as I tugged on my leather jacket and grabbed my bag.

“The Kings? Are they some cool Irish band or something?” Tom asked as our group began to leave the pub.

“No silly, I just call them that. It’s a benefit concert for the homeless and there are tons of great Irish artists playing the gig. Walking On Cars, Keywest, Inhaler, Kodaline and the greatest band to come out of Dublin City, Aslan.” I waved goodbye to the barmen and John as the warm July air greeted me.

Tom looked visibly confused as we followed the group out onto the cobbled streets of Temple Bar.

“I’ve never heard of them before. Are they any good?” He asked curiously as we began our walk to the park at the back of the group. I could see Harrison and Alannah chatted animatedly and smiled to myself. I was hoping things would go well with the pair.

“Well you see, they were huge in the eighties. My ma was a huge fan of them and ended up becoming mates with them. She and her friends used to get all-access passes to the gigs in The Towers in Ballymun and they’d have a mental time.” I finished quickly with a sigh. My cheeks burned as Tom’s gaze held mine as we trudged up Grafton Street, the sound of buskers and their music made my heart warm.

“If they’re any good I might become of groupie myself.” Tom laughed as we passed by the gates of St Stephen’s Green.

“Luas! Quick leg it!” I shouted as the tram began to move along the tracks. MY group of friends yelled loudly as they rushed to get the other side of the tracks in one piece. Seeing that Tom had no idea what I was on about, I grabbed his hand and pulled him across the tracks with me, the two of us laughing loudly as we broke our hands apart to have a spontaneous race to the top of Harcourt Street.

We finished our race out of breath with Tom winning by the skin of his teeth. I want to emphasis that strongly. Skin. Of. His. Teeth.

“Not bad at all. But please tell me we’re almost there, I could use a drink.” Tom laughed as his body heaved, begging for air to enter his lungs.

“It’s a two-minute walk but we’ll need to wait for Emma. She has the tickets and I’ll have to name drop so we can get barrier.” I breathed, placing my hands on my knees as I gasped for air with a smile.

“You are one of a kind aren’t you Y/N.” Tom grinned as I looked up at him from my defeated position.

“Mr Holland, what in the world do you mean by that?” I let out a schoolgirl’s giggle and silently kicked myself in the arse. I’d known this handsome man for no less than three hours and was slightly tipsy but that was beside the point. As I stared into his eyes, my heart began to burn with a feeling I hadn’t ever felt before.

“What I mean is, you don’t meet a girl like you ever Millenium. You’re unique and funny and seem to have the coolest life. I don’t want this night to end. Ever.” He replied. My cheeks flushed with an unknown feeling. My heart was fit to burst and I finally had the strength to straighten myself into an upright position.

“I’ll have you know that the night hasn’t even started yet. Our little group is on our tail so we’ll be in the gates where our night will begin in a matter of minutes.” I smiled. He stared back at me with a mixture of relief and happiness. “And this is completely off record, but when the night officially starts, I don’t think I’m going to want it to end either.”

He let out a breathy chuckle and took my hand in his as the group caught up to us. Alannah and Harrison were snuggled closely together thanks to Harrison’s arm perched around her shoulder. She sent a giddy smile my way and my heart exploded with pride. She had truly grown up now.

Our group seemed to be louder than the whole queue combined and it was no different when Emma flashed the tickets to gain us entry into the beautiful park. I had to become a storyteller to try and convince the lovely security man, Declan, to let us in to get barrier, but it turns out I didn’t have to.

“L/N? As in your mother is Y/M/N? Christy has you all sorted don’t worry. Take it as the babysitting money.” Declan smiled at me. I let out a laugh and thanked him graciously before he led us into the park for prime standing room.

“Whatever you need, just ask. Drinks are free. Christy’s orders. I’ll grab yous all some pints and I’ll be back in a few.” Declan smiled. We all shouted our thanks and stood to wait for the band to come on.

The 10 minutes came and went. Soon enough Aslan’s set began and I truly had an out of body experience. Tom kept his arm gripped around my waist as the set went on. I felt warmth and safety with his arm around me.

“Oh my god, this is my favourite song!” I let out a loud yell as the chords of their song Crazy World were heard out of the speakers. Tom laughed as I wiggled out of his grasp to down my pint and start dancing. Everyone in the park could feel the cosmic energy that the band emitted as they played their most famous song.

Tom joined me in my dance, spinning me around and acting the eejit as I screamed the lyrics at the top of my lungs. When we locked eyes through our hazy, adrenaline-induced vision I felt like home could be anywhere as long as I saw his eyes.

“What would you do if I kissed you right here, right now?” Tom shouted over the noise as my breath caught in my throat. My mind went completely blank as I let my ‘fuck it’ mentality kick in. I did what any good Irish girl would do. I kissed him. Pure. Bliss.

In that very minute, Dublin became even fairer. And I had never felt more alive.

#tom holland imagine #tom holland #tom holland x reader #harrison osterfield #harrison osterfeild imagine #harrison osterfeild x reader #dublin #writer #writing #imagine #imagines

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vancilocs · 4 years

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Relationships and fun facts for mallory and neja?

i’ll just delete the ones i don’t have an answer to lmao (edit: i didn’t delete any)

RELATIONSHIPS

Do they have any friends? Would they consider anyone to be their best friend?

Many work friends, old school friends, some from Spain she still talks to, pals with her siblings. Best friend is either Callum or Gilly

She has friends from work, some from school, some she sees less but is in contact via the web. Buddies with Shyn. Considers Yecal her best friend

What’s their friend group like? What role do they play in it?

A bit of a loud leader type who keeps the hype up. Her friend group composes of mainly other girls who like do stuff she also likes, like going to cafes or concerts

Her friend group is somewhat scattered, she mainly sees friends at work and sometimes goes for a drink afterwards. She’s not very loud but she’s fun and keeps the hype up

What’s their love life like? (See also: ship question meme.) Do they have any kids?

She has a girlfriend whom she loves, but they’re taking it chill and slow, no hurry for either one. No children but literally wouldn’t oppose to having five of them

She’s married to the man of her dreams, but doesn’t want kids

Who do they look up to? Who do they trust?

Looks up to many senior hunters, admires Zoe and Reno greatly, as well as Jesse and Wolfgang. Trusts her fellow hunters, even Manon.

Admires strong, independent women like Shyn, has probably met Trias and likes the not-giivng-a-damn attitude too. Looks up to her husband too and trusts him with her life

Who do they hate? Do they have any enemies?

Has a tense relationship with Manon because he’s a bitch but they have a bonding moment later and get along. No enemies apart from the people she hunts probably

Hates people who don’t pay her for her work or hurt others in other ways. Should look out for the guy whose engine she smashed but then again, he didn’t pay her

Do they have any pets?

No, wouldn’t be opposed to a pet but right now she feels she’s not in the situation to have one

No, she’s found some animals from engines but she hasn’t been able to keep any so she’s had them for a while before handing them over to someone who was able to keep them

Are they good with kids? Animals?

Very good with kids, loves messing around with them. Likes animals too, especially dogs. Big fan of Cal’s chickens and cat

Has no problem with kids, if a kid was obviously alone and in distress she would ask if she can help. But generally doesn’t pay much attention. Likes animals a lot.

FUN FACTS

Which tropes do they fit? Which archetypes?

Hero at least, some Warrior

A bit of Seducer, bit of Caregiver, bit of Rebel at least

Do they play any instruments? Sports?

Lifts weights and jogs. No instruments

Not really, no

What are some items they always carry?

Mirror, foundation, lipstick, hair pins and ties, napkins, chewing gum

Napkins, hair ties and pins, reading glasses, breathmints

Do they collect anything?

Makeup if anything

Little baubles like nuts and bolts she finds at work, souvenirs. Has a fridge magnet from every place she’s been to

What position do they sleep in?

On her side or back, nothing special

Either curl up on her side or crawl halfway across husband

Which emoji would they use the most?

🥰🥰😂💗💗

🥺🥺🥰😊😳😳

What languages do they speak?

Trade, English, a bit of Gaeilge, bit of Hindi, some Spanish she still remembers

Trade and Chissadian

What’s their favorite expletive?

Feck

Bitch

What’s their favorite candle scent?

Cinnamon and other spices, baked apple

Flowery scents, vanilla

What songs remind you of them?

Cruachan - the Marching song of Fiach Mac Hugh

Girls just wanna have fun

Which animal would you say represents them?

A lioness

That little angry orange kitten

What stereotypical high school clique would they fit into?

A weird combo of prep and jock

Prep nerd

What would their favorite ride at an amusement park be?

Loves anything, but favorite would be those towers that shoot you up and drop and you know?

Splash Mountain type

Do they believe in aliens? Ghosts? Reincarnation or something else?

Believes in aliens, has met some. Kinda believes in ghosts.

Is married to an alien. Doesn’t believe in ghosts.

Do they follow any religions/gods? Do they celebrate holidays?

The main thing she believes in is karma, otherwise not particularly religious (is a good Catholic girl though). Happily celebrates holidays.

Not really religious, celebrates big holidays sometimes or then goes home to her family to celebrate them.

Which Deadly Sin do they most correspond to? Which Heavenly Virtue?

Pride probably, and then Charity or Patience

Greed or Lust, and Kindness or Diligence

If you had to choose one tarot card to represent them, which would it be?

Strength (upright: inner strength, bravery, compassion, focus / reversed: self doubt, weakness, insecurity)

Fool (upright: inncence, new beginnings, free spirit / reversed: recklessness, taken advantage of, inconsideration)

#just some silly girls one of whom is hench af and one is a reckless bastard #you gotta be a bit of a bastard to live at the outer rim #long oc thing

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a-love-poet-at-heart · 5 years

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I like that i unapologetically adore some real trash musicals but bat out of hell is where i draw the line

Like Chess, lestat, and bat boy all horrible broadway flops. Chess the musical in rewrite purgatory where every production is slightly different. Lestat the musical that flopped so hard they recorded a cast recording and just never released it (plus it has just been forgotten by everyone so no legal productions since the 06 bway) And bat boy, the musical that has only been produced by colleges/very local theatres since its 01 bway flop. But i just love all of them and can barely find any problems with them on my own. Like point out some and ill be like 'oh yeaaa. That is a glaring big flaw in this musical' but overall. I just love them

But bat out of hell? Trash. I cant believe its done so well in its productions, baring the cancelled us tour thing. But like multiple productions in london the past few years and one in toronto and now on bway? Amazed they did all that! I love it, dont get me wrong. I adore the music so much and from videos ive seen, cool visuals in some scenes (thou some seem really cringey parody-of-a-musicalesque. End of first act with the back up dancers and the moterbike, mmmmmmm) and an interesting story. But even i can see the cringey flop elements with it. Like the back up dancers? Horrible. That just make me cringe and pulls me out of one of my favorite songs (paradise by the dashboard light) they are pretty good in dead ringer for love. It reminds me sooo much of the music video so double thumbs up

And omg the announcer in paradise. Like wtf. I know you have to keep in the whole baseball announcers parts, but just have some rando come in with a microphone and intensely watch and narrat falco and sloane making out/getting ready to feck. No. He should be disembodied on the radio or projection of baseball videos like in a drive in. Holy shit the bat out of hell 2 picture show video did a pretty good job with this song. Like the music almost over powered the announcing so nice fit, and just the female and male singer on stage (besides the band, but concert) also amazing acting by meat loaf and patti ruso. Not too over the top and they keep your attention. Also the bit with meat 'getting' a boner A+. ALSO THE ENDING WITH PATTI SINGING 'NEVER FELT SO GOOD NEVER FELT SO RIGHT' AND MEAT SAYING 'YEA YOURE RIGHT IT NEVER FELT GOOD WITH YOU' AND THEIR ANGER AND ARGUING. FITS SO MUCH WITH THE WHOLE 'I HATE BEING WITH YOU' THEME AT THE END AMAZING A+++++++++++ I LOVE THE VIDEO AND CAN WATCH OT FOREVER

Also i find it hilarious falco took off his shirt and sloane her dress in the end of paradise. Like holy shit imagine being raven their daughter. Its your 18th birthday party and your parents start reminiscing about their wild youth and start making out and stripping. Amazing. I adore everything about the scene except the back up dancers and the announcer. Mostly i hate the dancers

ALSO whoever decided to remove in the land of the pigs the butcher is king can catch these hands. I love that song and it is one of the few from bat out of hell 3 to make it to the musical. I can understand removing falcos underwater wardrobe change in the finale cause Safety, but falcos song in the beginning of the 2nd act? No

Summary: i am a big meat loaf stan and thus adore bat out of hell the musical but i can see the problems, something i cant do with my favorite flop musicals like chess, lestat, and bat boy. Also a little amazed its doing so well and not flopping so far (thou chess did pretty good in britain just not the us and bat out of hell did good in britain so far and just opened on bway........)

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converse-luke · 6 years

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blurb request hehe! can you do one where you’re in the military and cals your bf and you surprise him at one of their concerts? love u have a wonderful day

Okay first so sorry I didn’t reply to this earlier babe!

Second, this is so fecking cute I love it so let’s get started. I feel like you would tell Ashton your plan first cause you need to be able to be in Calum’s line of sight when you surprise him. Also Ashton seems like he can keep a secret (Luke on the other hand, can not).

So the day of the concert you take a cab to your apartment so you can drop your bag off and change out of your uniform. Ashton had left you an All Access pass on your counter and you slip it around your neck and you’re wearing one of Calum’s shirts with a US Army hat on.

At the concert you wait a decent amount of time to appear, probably the song before Calum talks. You’re right in front of him and when he starts talking Ashton creeps up behind him and points to you. And Calum just stops talking mid sentence and stares down at you. The whole audience would hear him just gasp out, “Oh my god,” and he’d slam his bass into Ashton’s hands while you climb up on stage. As soon as you were up there he’d be pulling you as close as possible and kissing you so hard.

The crowd would just be roaring as you pull away and hug each other tightly. Calum would be fisting your shirt tightly and just whispering into your ear, “I can’t believe you’re here, I missed you so, so much.” And eventually you would have to let each other go so the concert could continue but you go backstage and Calum keeps darting his eyes over to you.

But as soon as the concert is over Calum is rushing over to you and practically tackling you into the biggest hug ever. And that night he refuses to let you go while you’re in bed together, he’ll just be stroking your hair and pressing you to his body.

#lukey-lashton asks #anon #calum hood imagine #calum hood x reader #blurb requests #5sos blurb #answered ask

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raevan-muns-supercut · 7 years

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“It’s not MY fault we’re in fucking handcuffs.”

& “How are YOU mad at ME when I’m the one who’s in FUCKING JAIL?”((Idecided to combo these two prompts, into one, because it fit. I mean it reallyfit well together considering the individuals involved.))So, one must imagine first a night of Tart fun, which for a certain groupmeans, drinking games, over raucous flirting and an ever escalating game ofTruth or Dare. As a rule, they did try to behave themselves, all of them, butwithin this element were a couple notable trouble makers, Andji and Raerysoften found somewhere near the middle of the cyclone. Once tequila had been introduced, there was no way to actually control it; itbecame a game of herding cats, one that few would find success with. This episodeof drunk and disorderly involved a certain fiancée - Badeau, the love ofRenthios. Well, things had certainly gone from fun to not so in short order. Somewhereafter the eighth round of shots, it had been suggested that the crowd dispersefrom the Silvermoon City Inn and head toward Raerys's Town house. On theoutside this seemed an utterly perfect idea, they would have the pool and thebar and rooms for those who were too drunk to portal home. In the morning, their Hostess promised breakfast, a swim, massages and whateverelse might cure their hangovers. Among them were Renthios, Andi, Trisandrah,Badeau, and Farris. The rest, perhaps slightly less sot-like, had long gonehome, leaving the real drinking to the professionals. The party had kicked up in earnest in the house, spilling eventually out to thepatio and the pool area, despite the hour slipping far past midnight. And whilesome might consider the residential neighborhood filled with Lords and Ladies asafe place for such debauchery and noise, Raerys's neighbors did not.As one might imagine, there were lights flicked on around them, then flickedup. Couples and singles rolling over in their beds, cursing that damned womanand her eccentric friends. Which, on the whole was all fine and good until Andidiscovered in one of her bags a package of fireworks that Yunni had given her. When drunks band together in the pursuit of devilry, good sense rarely winsout. Both Trisandrah and Renthios tried to stop the other four from theircourse of action, but with concerted effort they set up a line of empty boozebottles along the fence and poked a bottle rocket down into each one. Farris was gleeful, speaking in her slury pirate-patois about firing cannonsand brandishing a cane like a rapier. She had dressed as a bloke for theevening, a fancy looking one, but a bloke just the same, much to Raerys'sdelight. The two were egging things on, while Andi seemed excited at theprospect of making some room in her purse. To be fair, Badeau mostly made sly comments and pointed out things like thedistance between the bottles, speaking of things like full coverage of sparkswhen the rockets did go off, estimating the resistance on the wind and makingsmall adjustments to the pitch of the bottles while Raerys and Andi got thingslined up and sorted out. When it was done, they stood back each with another drink in hand because, whythe fel not right? Sipping and patting themselves on the back for their displayprowess. "We need to light them if we're serious... I mean... hic, Farris saysthere are pirates out there... we need sally forth? Tally ho? What did you sayFarris?""Blast their wee bollocks off!!" Farris slurred in response, weavingback and forth in front of Raerys, though looking damn cute as she did so. "Yeah, that darlin' whose got a match?" Came Andi's query and thenall hell broke loose. Hours later, three of the party sat in a holding cell beneath the localconstable's office, a stiffly magisterial guard posted outside while thetrouble makers cooled their heels and nursed their hangovers behind bars. Raerys, Andi and Bad all sat in opposing corners, glowering at one another,muttering curses and casting blame for their predicament in all directions.They were still handcuffed, which likely saved the guard a good deal oftrouble, as there might have been a full on scuffle between them had they freerange to use their hands. Bad looked between both Andi and Raerys, eyes glittering and squinted down intoa sharp and accusatory glare. "Don't look at me in that tone of voice; you're the one who said we shouldaim for the Spire! I just did what you told me!" Raerys leaned over, heldin place by the cuffs that were wrapped around the bar behind her. Andi nodded in grudging agreement, "She's right... would'a been fine ifwe'd just shot up in the air... but nooo, had to be all bad ass about it andstart a pissing match with the guards!"Bad frothed then shouted at the two, “It’s not MY fault we’re in fuckinghandcuffs!”Raerys turned bright red, looking away. "He's got a feckin' point Rae, you're the one who tried to light the nightwatch on fire when they came... what are you some kind of idiot?"The red headed violinist had no defense; they were both right on this count. Itmight have only ended with a citation but she had gotten mouthy and uppity withthe guard, until she lifted a blazing fist and threatened to deck him. Thenseveral more guards descended on the house and pulled the three out into thestreet and to the Klink. How the other three had avoided this fate, one could only guess. However,Raerys had her money on running for the wine cellar at the first sound oftrouble. All but Farris. She had seen which way the wind was turning, anddespite her drunkenness had the gift of most privateers - disappearing when theshit hit the fan."Shut up you three..." The guard barked over, and they did. Silencedescended upon them though their moods were sour as lemons and they shot sideeye back and forth, like it was a game of hot potato. A while later footsteps came down the hall, Renthios and Trisandrah in thecompany of a rather pucker assed looking magister. He in the red robes alsowore the keys, probably to their cell. Raerys was delighted; the cavalry hadcome through, bailing them out, and settling up with the guards. The looks however on Trisandrah and Renthios's face were not relief, but anger,quiet yet well contained. The old magister stepped up and spoke to them each in turn. "Miss Rosewood or Songbrook or whatever it is you're going by, your bailhas been posted and the citation waved with a warning. Your record is clean andI cannot in good conscience keep a member of the peerage here for such a nominalinfraction. However, I suggest you keep better company and avoid furtherconfrontations with the Guards. This is not Ogrimmar... we have lawshere." He stepped up and opened the door, moving toward Raerys to remove her handcuffsand release her. As soon as she was free she was quite contrite, looking over at Ren and Trisshamefacedly. With swift steps however, she exited the cell, wanting to be wellaway before the Magister changed his mind. "Mister Badeau... you're being released to the custody of Sir Renthios.You are also being passed on with a warning. Do not make me regret this... thepaladin has considerably more faith in your kind than I do." The old fartthen let Bad go too, though as he joined the others in the passage outside thecell, he and Raerys began muttering angrily at one another again."As for you, Miss..." he eyed up Andi and slid a hand into a pocket,withdrawing a crisp piece of paper. "You're under arrest for the matter ofan unpaid parking ticket, leaving your Hawkstrider tied outside the auctionhouse for over the allowed fifteen minutes and then not cleaning up after itwhen it relieved itself on the steps. I realize this may have escaped yourattention, but we have sent several copies of the citation and a summons all ofwhich you have ignored. I am afraid you'll be with us until the matter has beensettled."Andi looked up at the old mage, squinting, her red hair getting the better ofher as she cheeks rose to match its shade. "Are you feckin' kiddingme?" She growled. The other two troublemakers were well into an argument, something about Raeryspaying for their bail or not. She seemed reticent on not helping the rogue withhis financials, as he was the one who advocated for shooting at the Spire inthe first place. Their argument became all the louder while Ren and Tris didtheir best to calm them down. Andi lost it, struggling against her handcuffs, and hollering at them in thehall. "Hey, feck you both..." They turned in unison and stared her down, "You're the one who had thefire works... what sane person wanders around with those in their purseanyway?" Raerys shot back, Bad turning to look at Andi and nodding inagreement. Andi shook her head, looking past the magister who now was leaving, the womanstill stuck in the cell with her hands cuffed to the bars. "Howare YOU mad at ME when I’m the one who’s in FUCKING JAIL?”@eye-of-kuu@andijelly@trisandrah@theblacksails@renthios-duskblade

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famousattractionoffameandfood · 6 years

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Having ended the call he tap a few keys on his keyboard and leaned back stretching his arms over his head and leaning back in his chair. He breathe a sigh of content. When he stood up he left his beautiful computer to go back into his room for a change of clothes. Pulling out a loose pair of black sweatpants from the drawer and a skin tight sleeveless compression muscle shirt that was also in black. He strip what he had on and put them on first the clothes he had taken off he pitched it in the dirty clothes hamper. Since his dirty clothes hamper was in the closet already he grabbed his breathable athletic tennis shoes and put them on. Keys, wallet, armband with his phone in it he put his wireless ear bud headphones in his ear and tie a jacket around his waist.

With his purple pink hair and golden eyes he stood out from the crowd like a sore thumb unless he was praying around outside a visual kei concert or cosplaying something he didn’t know. Beside all that his face is pierced in multiple spot and in his tongue. He even had both his nipples pierced and it was visible on his shirt. Other than that he was sporting tattoo on one side of his face than going down his neck, shoulder, arm and stopping at his wrist. He had series of unusual similarity marking that matched his face and arm on his chest down his side, his hip, and midway down his thigh before it curled around his mid thigh stopping short inside his inner thigh. That was all on one side of his body and on the opposite side of his body there was one tattoo circling around his ankle in a band of series of dots, crescent, and lines. These mark was not something he consented too and it wasn’t made from Connie. It was something he didn’t talk about nor shared. Rubbing underneath one eye he checked the time on his wall. He gave Jill a call telling her where his route for her to join him if she wanted and she did despite how late it was.

He took off using a different route to exit out of the building all his co-workers were either working or passed out. He spoke a command and a few second later his play list started to play. He half jog half ran he spotted Jill five miles away from his starting point.

“Jill.”

The woman jogged in place and turned to face him a smile was on her pretty face. He caught up and they were both jogging at a steady pace the woman was tall but, he beat her by a foot. The music he had been playing was no paused since the two of them were talking. He thought back of when the two of them were training together. Back than he had been an instructor teaching the saplings how to fight. He had gone back from time to time to check on them and dragged into teaching them while he was there.

By the time they stopped in front of a vending machine he bought two water bottle he tossed the second one to her who caught it on the fly.

“When the call went out you were back, every female in the British Isles chose our group to be in. I wonder why,” Jill added dryly. Killian took a long swig of the cool water and smiled. “You jealous, pet?” Her expression turned serious. “I could be, Killian. If I thought I could ever truly win your heart.” Inside, he squirmed. This was the discussion he loathed, for he truly hated the thought of hurting her. Of any one...

“I’ve no heart to give you, Jill,” he said quietly, regretfully. “So you’ve told me many a time, but you’re wrong, Killian. You’ve a big heart in that finely hewn chest. You just haven’t met the right female, yet. And as much as I wish otherwise, I’m not the one.” No, she wasn’t. No woman was, as he tried to tell them all. He’d watched one woman whom he’d loved more than his own life die. It didn’t matter that she’d been his sister, not his lover. If losing his sister could hurt so much, how much more would losing a mate? He’d long ago decided that love of any kind led to heartache and nothing more. He was better off without it. He hooked his arm around Jill’s neck and placed a kiss on her cheek. “You’re a fine thing, pet. And I love you in my way, you know that.” “Aye, I know it, Kieran. I know it.”

The two walked around the district linked together since she had come here on an assignment they two of them meet up and run together or spar whenever they had the chance. Next month she’ll be going back to British Isle without him he had every intention of staying where he is.

He has everything he wants and need right in that small building he calls home with friends who doesn’t want more of him than he is willing to give. Two hours later they split ways he went back home and she went back to where ever she was stationed at. Since no one was in the male bath he grabbed some shorts and his wash bin with everything in it.

Yawning loudly to the point to tears he rubbed underneath his eyes getting the wet substance out of the way. He really wanted a bath but, the second he wasn’t focused on walking a straight line he ended up running into a pillar with a vase on top of it. Snatching the vase before it fall to the ground he had to drop his clothes in his other hand to wrap his arm around the heavy pillar.

“Shit...Feck...”

rightening the pillar back into its proper place he set the vase on top of it before snatching his towel and shorts. He went straight to his private bathroom and shower the sweat and dirt of him. Seven minutes later he dried off pulled the short over his ass and ditch the towel and his athletic wear into the dirty clothes hamper. He only put his shoes on the shoe rank out of habit since he likes his place cleaned and orderly. Two minutes later he was face down on his pillow he didn’t bother getting underneath the covers. He had enough strength to turn his head to the side. Like Ria they pulled all nighters eleven days straight and this night made it the eleventh night. Ria wasn’t the only one sporting dark circles under their eyes he had em too. 246 hours....but, the did manage to power nap or at least in Ria case she has a overprotective male who wouldn’t leave her alone. There was a few time he pressed a pressure point behind her ear to make her sleep which he used that time to take over while she get a well deserved rest. Cases shows after three or four days without sleep once can start to hallucinate... She began hallucinating about apples on the fifth day that was when he came in.

He didn’t have that but, when she sleep he does too the AI runs things while he power nap for himself. Slowly his body relax and his breathing deepens he set an alarm clock at five to take a proper bath around five thirty Zander would be coming in with Lemon drop. So he has thirty minutes to wash his hair and soak in the hot spring before locking himself in his room. Maybe he’ll come out of his room if Z was making blueberry stuff like muffins or pancakes...hell even waffles would have him become the blueberry bandit and haul it back to his lair.

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ashleightayla-blog1 · 8 years

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Q&A..

This is going to be quite a long post, so if you’re not particularly interested in me i would disappear now! Thanks to anyone who sent in questions, I was extremely bored and wanted to answer the ones I had but if I get anymore I’ll just add them in at the bottom later. Without further to do, here are my answers! 1) Out of the seven dwarfs which one would you be? Definitely Sleepy. I don’t even remember the other ones and I don’t think I need to. Definitely Sleepy. Or Hungry (if there’s one called Hungry). 2) How many children do you want? I’m very torn about children.. I’m not entirely sure I even want to have children. But, I think I might regret it if I didn’t. But i’m not sure, there’s lots of different circumstances that it would depend on. But if I were to have children, I think 2, maybe 3. Not too many! 3) Who was the last person you texted/ received a text from? Let me check.. the last person I texted was my dad, and the last person I received a text from was my doctors office. Haha, very saucy! 4) Where is your happy place? My happy place is my bed in my clean room, with my pooch, and a true crime documentary. 5) When was your first kiss? Erm, my first proper kiss was when I was about 14 I think, year 8. However I did have a first ‘peck on the lips’ kiss in year 7! What a treasured memory.. hahaha. 6) What is your favourite season and why? Autumn! I love cosiness. Autumn is definitely cosy, not as cosy as winter but I like autumn better as not EVERY day is freezing and rainy, but it’s cold enough to be sweater weather, and enjoy a hot drink on the couch with a blanket, but its not too cold to leave the house. 7) If you were to write a book, what would it be about? I think if I ever wrote a book, it’d be like, a true crime novel. 8) If you could be on any television show, what would it be and why? This question physically hurts me because I CANNOT have one answer. So I will give you a few. I LOVE scream, and I would love to be on scream, but I love all the characters on the show so much that I wouldn’t want to take their spots. And if I wasn’t an important main character then I would definitely die. But to be killed on that show would still be a privilege. Also, Law & Order SVU because literally everyone has been on that show. Also, Prison Break because what an AMAZING cast to work with! 9) What is your favourite movie? This question also hurt me. How DARE you make me choose. I’m not going to choose. I’m just going to say the entire Shrek franchise. 10) Do you sleep with your closet doors open or closed? Closed, because I sleep better with a clean room and my room seems a lot cleaner when I shut my cupboard doors! 11) Do you take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels? Yes, and lotions, and toothpaste, and soap, and whatever is available for me to take (without it being considered theft of course). 12) Do you sleep with your sheets tucked in or out? In, but I used to have a sheet that wasn’t fitted so it would ALWAYS come untucked and I hated it but I dealt with it because I was too lazy to fix it. :) 13) Have you ever stolen a street sign? No, but I have considered it! 14) Do you cut out coupons and then never use them? Nope. I’m the worst at that type of stuff. I always loose coupons/discounts cards, I don’t even attempt to take care of them anymore, I just throw them away. 15) Do you have a boyfriend? You're very pretty. If you do he is one lucky man. Also your dog is super cute. Haha yes I do! Thank you, my pooch is THE cutest (and my boyfriend is also pretty cute). 16) Would you rather be attacked by a big bear or a swarm of bees? Oh feck. That’s actually quite hard. I’m going to say a swarm of bees because I could just curl up into a ball and let them swarm me, but a bear would be VICIOUS. 17) Do you always smile for pictures? Yeah because I have a double-chin-resting-face. Lol. 18) Do you ever count your steps when you walk? No, I feel like that’d make it feel too hard! 19) Have you ever peed in the woods? You know, I’m sure I have. I don’t remember a specific time, but I used to have a forest over the road from my house that we’d play in all day every day and the trek back to the house to use the toilet was just too far, so I know I’ve peed in that forest. 20) Do you still watch cartoons? Errmmm, I actually pretended to think about this but simply, yes. Yes i do. 21) Where would you bury hidden treasure if you had some? I’m not sure! I think in my dad’s backyard. Because I know that that house will always stay in the family and I’d always have access. 22) What do you drink with dinner? Water! 23) What do you dip a chicken nugget in? Tomato sauce, BUT if I’m eating at McDonalds I have to have sweet and sour sauce! 24) What movies could you watch over and over and still love? There’s a lot- I watch things I love over and over again. But the first ones coming to mind are the Shrek movies and the Scream movies. 25) Were you ever a girl scout? Nooooo. 26) Would you ever strip or pose nude in a magazine? Probably not. Not at this stage, anyway. Maybe if one day I had an extremely hot body but currently, no. Haha. 27) Can you change the oil on your car? I mean I’m sure I could, but, I currently don’t know where the oil-holder (lol) is so I’ll have to say no. 28) Have you ever gotten a speeding ticket? Nope. One of my proudest achievements. 29) Afraid of heights? Not like a phobia, but sometimes I get a bit nervous in certain situations! 30) Do you sing in the car? YES. 31) Is Christmas stressful? Yes! Finding presents for people is extremely stressful and I often feel like I haven’t got them presents that are WORTHY enough! But, when I do feel like I’ve got them good presents, I’m so so so excited to give it to them. 32) Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid. Coroner, butcher, detective! 33) Do you believe in ghosts? Yep. 34) The first concert you ever went to. I don’t remember... I think, One Direction? Or Taylor Swift? 35) Any phobias? I HATE spiders. And I think i’d pass out if I came across a snake. And I can get quite claustrophobic. 36) Walmart, Target, or Kmart? Kmart!! Kmart! Kmart!!! KMART! 37) Nike or Adidas? Ermm.. Adidas. 38) Can you curl your tongue? No :( 39) Have you ever cried because you were so happy? Yes. One time in particular comes to mind- I’d been on a very painful injection for a long time (I was well used to injections but the medication inside this one really burnt and was quite nasty..) and every week when I had to have it I would get stressed, sometimes cry etc. and my sister was always mean to me about being a wuss. Well, one time we went to the doctors and he told me to stop taking the needle because he was going to put me on something else to try, and as my sister was flaring up a bit at that time he said to give her the last few of those nasty needles, and I was sooooo happy, I laughed to the point of tears in front of my doctor (I think he thinks i’m quite evil now...) 40) The last concert you saw? I also don’t remember.. I think Fiddler On the Roof Live (it was so good!) 41) Can you swim well? I can doggy paddle? 42) Are you a dog person or a cat person? DOG!

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