#and honestly? fantastic decision. i got so used to these songs I forgot how much i really loved some of them

[best-fnaf-song-competition]

are you voting in the poll? if so and if you'd be okay with sharing, whats the hardest poll for you to choose in so far?? (either out of the ones currently uploaded or including whats GOING to be the hardest poll to choose a song in out of the unreleased ones)

I've finally voted (+ decided how I will vote next round!) So I can actually answer this now! Never Be Alone Vs. You Belong Here KILLEDDD MEEEE I was NOT expecting that one to be so hard but when you play the songs back to back to vote??? Holy shit

Our Little Horror Story Vs. Fazbear Family was ALSO very difficult for me. Stupendium knocks it out of the park every time but Our Little Horror Story is SOOOO GOOOOD AAAAA

Surprisingly, Side B was WAY easier for me to vote on than Side A. I'm not sure what went on there, I was super torn on a few before going in, but I guess actually listening to them made my decisions pretty easy. I am just INCREDIBLY biased towards a bunch of the Side B songs <3 the only exception was the TLT match up in that one. It's Been So Long Vs. I Got No Time was a MEAN battle and I knew it the second I made the brackets

ALSO EVERYONE PLEASE VOTE NIGHTCOVE BEGGING YOU. PLEASE. THE SIDE B SONG IS REALLY GOOD TOO I PROMMY

[anon-rebel-writes]

Something Simple

Hi! Hey! How’s it going? Good? That’s so good!

So I’ve been gone...Ha ha. I feel like I should have an excuse ready, and an apology, and a promise to do better in the future. But honestly, I don’t have...any of those.

Well I do have an apology, I’m sorry that I’ve been gone and kinda just left the internet. I don’t really look at social media as much as I used to (which honestly is super good for mental health, but kinda sucky if you do stuff on social media :P)

I haven’t had a ton of ideas lately, and when I do, I get frustrated with myself because it’s not the most amazing piece that I’ve ever worked on. I had a serious talk with my girlfriend (she’s seriously the majority of my inspiration for most of my works) and she said something that gave me an epiphany.

Sometimes you just have to make some sucky tea until you make the best tea of your life :) (I swear that makes more sense if you read the story lol)

I like domestic fluff. I like short and simple stories. So that’s what this is! I don’t wanna waste my time waiting fro inspiration to strike when I can make something to get me through writer’s block! So if you don’t mind my wacky schedule, I hope you enjoy this simple piece :)

It begins under the cut! <3 Ao3 Link

This should be easy.

It used to be easy for him when he was younger. When he was five, Luka would listen to the waves on the boat and hear a unique tune out of it. At eleven, his mom told him about an old tale she heard and he wrote lyrics based on it. Sixteen, Juleka would idly pluck her bass and he’d come up with three different songs just from the sound. Music was natural to him.

Now it was hard. Nothing inspired him. He was supposed to be a musical guy. How could this tear him down so easily! Maybe his life was too good now. No problems to sing about, no unrequited love songs, no daddy issues. His life was great! What happened to him?

After his dad came back into his life, he appreciated their little relationship. They would jam out and have fun, although it was still awkward to call him ‘dad’, it still seemed fine. He found out a lot of weird stuff with magic and identities when he was younger, but it led to Marinette confessing a huge secret to him. Misunderstandings got cleared up and they ended up reigniting their romantic relationship. After proposing to her last year, they got an apartment that was perfect for them.

Everything was perfect, really. Maybe that was the problem, everything was perfect. Juleka did tease him lately about “losing his edge”. Was his edge gone? His blue dyed hair was barely visible nowadays, any tattoos he got during university were usually covered up by his vast collection of MDC sweaters, even his ear piercings were replaced with whatever colored ones matched his outfit that day!

Maybe he was getting old. He was getting engaged to one of the sweetest people in the world, maybe her sugar-like sweetness rubbed off on him.

Was his music destined to be lost to the winds forever? Did all the talent leave his blood the moment he started settling into a domestic life? Juleka seemed to keep her musical charm, she still did small gigs with Rose in coffee shops every now and then. Ivan even toured around with his new band after university.

All Luka did now was make instruments. Was that even close to musical? His dad supported his career decision, despite intense protests. His in-laws helped him open a little shop. Everything was so easy and simple.

Even now, he waited for Marinette to come home so they could finish watching 'Halloween Wars'. He spends his nights watching reality television. Who has he become?!

It clearly led him here, on his couch, guitar in hand, with no progress being made. He wanted to make something fantastic. Something that Marinette would hear and be reminded of the songs he used to write for her. Luka would sing to her and he would tell himself how he “still has it”.

But nothing came out. No tune, no music, no notes, no lyrics, nothing. Luka sighed and put his guitar on the side of the couch and decided to take his mind off of music, at least for now. A little break should be good! Looking across the living room, he realized the utter mess he made.

Music sheets were scattered across the coffee table, pencils somehow found their way to the floor. Maybe he should clean up, just to have a clean environment to work in.

…

Or maybe he should make himself some tea. Tea always gets creative juices flowing! Not cleaning up, nope. That’s what people do when they’re avoiding stuff and Luka Couffaine does not avoid stuff! Especially not cleaning messes that look like a natural disaster hit his living room. Nope, not avoiding.

So that’s where Marinette found the love of her life two hours later after work. In the kitchen, making tea, warzone in the living room and his heart clearly broken. Opening the apartment door and seeing the utter chaos made her remember just who she was about to marry, but going into the kitchen and seeing the look of despair on his face when he realized they had no honey for his tea was just plain sad.

She took off her shoes and coat and walked over to where he stood, hunched over the counter, staring deeply into his bitter tea. Her arms wrapped around his middle and she let her head rest between his shoulder blades. “Lu? You okay?”

Instead of answering, Luka gently stirred the tea with a spoon and shook his head. “...we forgot to buy honey.”

“And…that’s the only reason you seem upset?”

One quick glance over to the living room definitely made her question if honey was truly the culprit. Then again this wouldn’t be the first time a Couffaine had caused trouble for something small. She’d never forget the shape of the boat after the Captain had lost her favorite headband.

“I… can’t make music anymore.”

Marinette slowly let go of his midsection and turned him to face her. She squinted at his face, trying to see if this was an elaborate joke. “Uh- No offense, but that doesn’t seem possible. I mean… music is second nature to you.”

“You don’t get it. I lost my edge! I’m not cool anymore. I don’t have daddy issues, or love issues, or school issues, or work issues, or-”

“Yeah yeah, you were an angsty boy. But music didn’t come from you because you were edgy. Music is just a part of who you are. Whether you have issues or not. And believe me, the songs you used to write for me were anything but edgy.”

Luka sighed and grabbed his cup of bitter tea. He looked in it and gave it to Marinette. “This tea sucks. It’s like my music. It doesn’t have that ‘umph’ that it needs to be good.” She looked into the cup and decided to take a sip. She let the flavor sit on her tongue for a bit and stared back into the cup, thinking to herself for a second.

“The tea isn’t great, I’ll give you that. But that doesn’t mean it’s bad. It’s just… simple. Nothing too extraordinary, nothing too disgusting. It just tastes like tea. And maybe you just need to make simple tea every once in a while before you can go back to making your delicious Luka juice.”

He chuckled at her analogy and took the tea cup back to give it one last sip. Honestly Marinette was right, although she always tended to be right about these things, the tea wasn’t awful. It wasn’t his favorite, but not every song is his favorite either.

She gave him a kiss on his cheek before heading over to their bedroom.

Luka decided to move back over to the living room to clean the area up a little bit. He put away the massive amount of paper and took most of the pencils from the area, leaving only one sheet of music, his guitar, and a single pencil.

He let out a deep sigh and sat back down on the couch, grabbing his guitar. He sat back and stared down at the music sheet on the table. “Something simple, huh?”

[shyrose57]

It works very much like illusions. Ranbob can see him but can't touch him. While Dream can touch him (though it feel like more of a faint touch). The entire time Ranbob feels like he's dreaming but due to physical evidence, like notes left by Dream, he knows it isn't a dream. He's just kinda existing. But in actuality he's not completely "there", sometimes he is aware of what's going on (though he never remembers more often than not) but that's when Dream allows it, other than that he's either floating aimlessly in the void or dreaming. Not aware of what's happening. 

Definitely, Enderman tend to be 7 ft+. Infact when traveling and Enderman spot Ranbob, they always voice their worry about him being so short. They know he's a hybrid so he was always going to be shorter than them, but he shouldn't have been this short. His growth is permanently stunted. Its a miracle he even got those 2 inches to be honest. Ran was definitely caught off guard seeing Ranbob so short. But quickly dismissed it in favor of attacking him. But later on as time passes, he can't dismiss the unease and concern he gets when he thinks about the difference so easily as he did eailer. The Gladiators notice right away but don't comment on it, the Fishermen think Ranbobs height is normal so when they meet Ran and learn Enderman hybrids typically grow that big and bigger their caught off guard, Cletus and Charles attempt to question Ran what its like to be so tall but Benjamin stops them. 

He did, the Dream Mask has a small bit of it broken off due to it being dropped (Ranbob didn't break it. He suspects maybe when it was being transferred it got dropped in its holding box and thats what broke it). Ranbob picked it up because he meant to throw it away, but he forgot too. Giving Dream more time to get a hold on him. They talked about whatever came to mind at first since Benjamin didn't want to start off with the rough questions. But eventually the two did start to talk about what happened to Ranbob and who/what Dream was.

Dream does not consider it important enough because he thinks he's never going back there. So it falls into disrepair and gets all dusty with some mold even growing in the room. 

Dreams petty and likes being in control of everything. But Dream would just kinda wander, making sure no ones alive. Every now and again he'll get bored and just destroy something. The fishermen explored and read about the history of Mizu while they were there, then after Ranbob attacked them spent most of the time arguing about what to do with him. 

It just leads to Cletus being mean/rude to Ranbob and taking much longer than the others to be comfortable around him. If that's what you mean.

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Yes! When it was down to just 4 people left alive in Mizu, Ran stumbled upon the 4th person dead, then it all kind of clicks in his head, as the only other person currently alive is a Council Member, that it has to be his brother. So he rushes off to find the Council Member so they can stop Ranbob, only to find Ranbob standing over his dead corpse. Thats when the chase around Mizu ticks off that ends with Ran fleeing Mizu. 

Cause while spiders are passive in daytime, creepers aren't, and don't burn in the light. Plus they are loud with their explodes (yet oddly quiet) which can give his position away.

Eh I'll say. Their not really super common because mixing them can cause serious side effects during and after mixture. But the healing, sleep aids, and infection mixtures are common as they've been figured out and can safely be made. Fun fact: Subbin actually has an entire community and an official place in the government for figuring out potion mixtures, making new ones, and making the mixing process as safe as possible. 

The group doesn't really use the mixtures much, expect for Rans sleep aid and a every now and again healing mixture when a Pit match goes wrong. Cause Grievous used to intern in a potion shop and learned all about them then.

He really did. 

Your right! Not many people traverse it. Because he was a Technoblade follower, and they typically get taught the bare basics of surviving in environments like the Nether, deserts, snow, caves, etc in their teachings. He got da book from his Idol teachers, everyone in his Idol group got a book as well. 

You can ask! I welcome any and all questions.

There's gold coins (I forget the actual in-game name oop) ore deposits in the Nether, so he mines that. Not any specific ones, cause there is still a language barrier and a mostly gesture barrier (expect for the universal ones like wait, ok/good, no harm, etc). 

They made a group decision to try to check the Nether on a whim. Though mostly cause one guy just wouldn't shut up about it. They found a broken portal and managed to repair it enough to enter.

The Fishermen and Ranbob where kinda confused (cause Ran hadn't fully told them about his time on the run.) But expressed sympathy at his house being burned down. Jackie and Grievous wanted to search it for anything usable, Ran didn't let em cause he thinks there's nothing left. Watson shoots Ran a sympathetic look and declared that he wants to keep moving to find shelter. Benjamin quickly agreeing and the group moves on.

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He does not expect in all of their times he's still the God of the world. 

Honestly, most of them were fine. Bad was the only one who was mad and wasn't ok with it. The Masquerade, The Pit, Sam, Sapnap, Quackity, Foolish, Ranboo, Skeppy, Tubbo, Tommy, and Karl all say the Egg wrote it because they all have had experience with the Egg. The Haunted Mansion, The Wild West, George, Fundy, Eret, Jack, Niki, and Puffy all say XD because they've either had no experience with the Egg or believe in XD's existence. Philza and Technoblade actually go both ways. (If I forgot someone, oops). 

Technoblade, Phil, Niki, The Pit, The Wild West, Puffy, Sapnap, and Sam are all on the Frontline. While the others are all split between research into the egg (The Masquerade is in this one of course), and running tests. Fundy is a runner, delivering orders, requests, or new information. Foolish is on both the researching, testing, and frontlines, he is on the frontlines when needed but otherwise is researching and testing. Karl is typically somewhere with one of the many Traveler groups. Quackity, Eret, and Sam (when not on frontlines) are on planning duties. 

The Egg is strong enough to propose a real and constant threat to the groups. Everyone is typically on the move to avoid the reaching of the Egg and its Eggpire. 

Bad hasn't gotten what he wants, which is Skeppy. And as he has "opened his eyes" a bit he sees the hypocrisy, manipulation, and lies that surround the Egg and wants out. 

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Ye ye Brothers AU sorry.

The fishermen get to their home, wake up the next day, and Ranbob is already making a field for wheat and potatoes. Benjamin fucking squawks and races out to make Ranbob stop. And Isaac eventually has to come out and help cause Ranbob is refusing to leave. Cletus laughs at Ranbob and makes fun of him but stops when he sees Charles sadly staring at him. A silent ask to stop. 

He does but Porkius is chill and let's the Gladiators do whatever they want as long as they are still in fighting condition for matches and gives them money every week. Plus he's chill and is kinda friends with them. But sometimes Porkius has them go to extravagant parties with him. They all hate going, not just Ran. Mostly cause the rich people are snobs and either 1. Constantly insult them in conversation than act surprised when they get mad at them and report it to Porkius. 2. Talk with them but talk exclusively about themselves and are insensitive to the Gladiators. But sometimes there's actually people at the parties who are genuinely curious and kind and want to get to know the Gladiators. Those conversations are pleasant and the Gladiators, no matter who it is, actively enjoy the conversation.

Ran has always been mischievous. Even witnessing murder, being traumatized, hunted constantly, and fighting non-stop hasn't changed that. If anything he got more mischievous over time. 

Something extra I wanted to share: 

-There is music in world and the player the Gladiators share get brought on the trip so they can play music the entire time. 

  -Ran and Grievous fight over who gets to pick music often.

    -Fun fact about why I did this: Every single part of this story and all others has been either created by or inspired by music. For example the Tip of The Iceberg AU was solely inspired by the song True North (by Vocal Line), while Brothers AU was made from Ruler of Everything (by Tally Hall) and partly Mind Electric (by Miracle Musical). So I wanted to include music somehow. (I actually have a entire playlist with music that I've used for certain parts of the Brothers AU.)

Brothers AU:

Interesting, interesting. What triggers these 'dreams'? Can Dream do it, or is it like just something that happens?

I'm assuming only the brothers would know what the Endermen are saying, but there's also body language, so how does everyone react to that behavior? Do one of the brothers ever tell them what's being said, or? What's everyone's thoughts on Ranbob's height, seeing as the Fishermen were surprised, and the Gladiators immediately noticed?

How does Benjamin feel about what he hears? Is he a bit skeptical at first, or fully believing Ranbob's words?

So the room's in disrepair, interesting. At some point, it's mentioned that they go back there, I think, so does that strike anyone as odd?

He destroyed stuff? Like just general items or artifacts? How did Ranbob feel, if/when he was aware?

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Why didn't he assume it was the Council Member? What clues led him to his brother instead?

Understandable.

Oh, that's really interesting!

World building galore, fantastic!

Who was the one guy?

He thinks? Was there something left then?

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Tip Of The Iceberg AU:

Still the god? He didn't expect that? Was someone else supposed to be? If so, who? What's his reaction to learning such?

Bad seems to be straying from the egg, does he intend to leave it? Or does it have a way to keep him?

Do we have any particular groups here? People who fight or work well together, and kind of drift to one another? What sort of dynamics do we get with all of this, especially since everyone's on the move constantly to avoid the Eggpire.

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Brothers AU:

Benjamin: Whatcha got there?

Ranbob: Excessive labor when I should be resting.

Benjamin, gasping: NO!

What are the parties typically like? Do they behave or cause havoc? Switch it up? Anyone in particular they don't hate talking to there?

Always mischievous, just better at hiding it. Wait, that means Ranbob would have known he was like that, wouldn't he? He'd know exactly what to expect. Would anyone else? Either way, that should be amusing.

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What kind of music do they have, and what does everyone prefer to listen to?

(Time to go on a song-spree!)

[waywardfangirl]

Both @captain-aralias and @palimpsessed ​did really nice posts to share their fics from this year as well as their thoughts on what they wrote, and I enjoyed reading their posts (and their fics!) so much that I thought I would take them up on their open invitation to do one too! I’m a big believer in keeping lists of your accomplishments to look at on days when self-doubt creeps in, so I encourage anyone else who might be interested to do this too! (All the questions are copied from @captain-aralias)

List of Completed Fics this year:

I wrote ten fics this year, as well as starting a ton of WIPs, which is amazing to me, considering I have only written fic once before in my life!

Slow - General, 3k

We’re Not in Genovia Anymore - Teen, 28k

Promises - General, 3k

A Privilege to Love You - Teen, 7k

Early Riser - General, >1k

Write This Down - General, 3k

As You Wish - Teen, 13k

The View from the Veranda - General, 4k

Down By The Sea - General, 2k

Just Want You to Know Who I Am - General, 1k (written in 2020, posted in 2021)

Total: 10 fics, 67k words, 100% Snowbaz

Pretty good for what is truly the first year that I have been an active participant in fandom!

Questions answered below the cut.

Best/worst title?

A Privilege to Love You is my favorite title, because I think the line is just so sweet, and it makes my heart melt.

We’re Not in Genovia Anymore is definitely my worst title, because that was just the placeholder name I gave the WIP, but then I got so used to it I forgot to change it to something better before posting. I still cringe a bit at that one.

Best/worst summary?

l am horrifically indecisive, so I have a few summaries that I like. Just Want You To Know Who I Am is short and sweet, and I think it conveys exactly what I want it to:

Baz is fine. He's fine. Everything is fine. (It just isn't.)

~A fic about being loved in all the little ways~

But I also really liked the quotes I pulled for The View from the Veranda, As You Wish, and A Privilege to Love You.

Early Riser also has a summary that I let break my heart:

Baz wakes up early now, even though Simon doesn’t.

I does very little to convey what the fic is about, but after reading the fic it hurts like I wanted it to, sooo.....

I think that Promises has the worst summary though:

Inspired by the song "Promises" from the musical Hadestown.

Simon and Baz have spent the last three years working on themselves and on their relationship. Now it's time for their next step together.

Best/worst first line?

Baz says it best to open The View from the Veranda:

I am not a man accustomed to enduring want.

However, Simon deserves an honorable mention for starting us off right in As You Wish:

Baz is such a prick.

As for worst opening lines, I don’t really think I have any. I have some that stand better as an opening paragraph than an opening line, but I place a lot of importance on the first line of a story, so I like to make sure all mine are strong.

Best/worst last line?

I am not going to spoil any last lines for anyone (I cover up the last page of books when I read to reveal it slowly, word by word, so I take last lines seriously!), but I will say that As You Wish has an adorably predictable last line that I love.

For worst last line, I have to say Slow. I liked the line itself when I wrote it, but then I learned later that people were interpreting it in a more steamy way than what I had intended, and because I feel like Slow is such an innocent fic and really highlights how important it is for Simon to not be rushed into every decision he makes, I don’t like that it sounds like he and Baz rushed into something else. (I just meant that they talked and maybe kissed a bit! That’s it!)

Looking back, did you write more fics than you thought you would this year, less than you thought, or about what you predicted?

On December 31st, 2019, I was pet sitting when I came across a prompt for a Princess Diaries 2: Royal Engagement Snowbaz AU. I impulsively started to write, even though I had only written one other fic in my life (Check, Please!), and I had never written Snowbaz before. I kind of thought that maybe I would write one fic and that would be all, and that maybe one fic is all I would ever write, but I am so happy to have been wrong about that! I wrote way more than I could have predicted, and I even did NaNoWriMo! (I failed NaNoWriMo too, and I’m okay with that, because I want writing to be something I do for fun, not something that stresses me out.)

As a fun side note, Carry On is a fandom that I have returned to many times in my life, and it seems to have a special place on New Year’s Eve/New Year’s Day for me. I was given Fangirl as a Christmas present, and started reading it on New Year’s Eve, only to finish it and realize that the new year had arrived while I was engrossed in the book. I have spent multiple New Year’s Eves since engrossed in a reread of the book, or reading fic, and so it feels really fitting that I got into properly writing fic for Carry On as the year turned over.

What pairing/genre/fandom did you write that you would never have predicted last year?

Literally all of this was unexpected, as I never planned on writing any more fic, but I think I am most surprised to have written multiple songfics. I never read many songfics, and didn’t often care for them, but I wrote Promises off of the song from Hadestown, Write This Down off of George Strait’s song, and then Just Want You to Know Who I Am because Caity got the Goo Goo Dolls stuck in my head.

What’s your favourite story this year? Not the most popular, but the one that makes you the happiest.

My favorite might actually be my most popular, so I’ll go with my close second favorites (it’s a tie)

A Privilege to Love You is a soulmate au, and those are my favorite things ever. I also received some of the best feedback on this one, and I feel like I did a lot of things that worked really well in this fic.

The View from the Veranda is just so wonderful for me though, it combines my love of history with absolute silliness for a friend (I love you Liz!!!), @krisrix did some INCREDIBLE art for it, and I just had so much fun writing it.

Okay, NOW your most popular story.

As You Wish was the most popular, hands down, with more hits, kudos, comments, and bookmarks than any other fic I wrote. It’s also the fic of mine that I reread the most, because it makes me so happy and I love all the silly moments.

Story most underappreciated by the universe?

We’re Not in Genovia Anymore is probably the answer here. This isn’t entirely backed up by metrics, since it does have more hits and kudos than some of my other fics, but for how long it is and the work that went into it, I think it only got a portion of the attention I was hoping it would. That’s mostly my fault though! It was the first fic I wrote for this fandom, and so I have definitely grown as a write since! Additionally, while I feel like it has a lot of great moments and fantastic lines, I have some lackluster bits too, and it really suffered from not having a beta (I was too shy to ask anyone back then). It’s also an AU of a movie that isn’t as widely viewed as I previously thought, so that didn’t help either, and as I already said, this fic could have a much better title.

All that aside though, the people who have read and talked to me about this fic have really seemed to like it, so I’m glad that I did right by my fellow Princess Diaries 2 fans! (and all of the wonderful people who read it and commented nice things having never seen the movie, y’all rock!)

Story that could have been better?

Everything I wrote before asking someone to beta. I just talked about what I would improve in We’re Not In Genovia Anymore, but Promises could use some work too. Having a few wonderful friends help me edit my fics has really improved what I post!

Sexiest story?

Oh gosh, I am not someone who writes sexy things.

Having said that, The View from the Veranda was written in the style of a bodice ripper, so I think that makes it the sexiest story by default. Kris’s art also enhances its sex appeal by at least 200% (I laughed out loud when I was making the list at the start of this post, because I had entirely forgotten that fic is rated G - honestly, that tells you everything you need to know about me, my romance novel fic can be read by children haha) (I might give it a T rating at some point, just because I feel like it should have that)

**I just remembered the bonus chapter for As You Wish.... that might be the sexiest thing I’ve written haha 🤣

Saddest story?

Early Riser - I am a big believer in giving everyone who deserves it a happy ending, but this one is just an interlude of sadness and depression without any resolution in sight.

(If you read it though, please know that in my head they do get therapy and things do get better! Snowbaz always has a happy ending in my fics, even if I don’t write it out fully)

Most fun?

As You Wish - this one to me feels like the happy chaos of running and sliding around a big house in stocking feet, and I don’t have a better way to describe it than that. There’s a tiny bit of angst from Baz, and a little bit of panic from Simon, but I was smiling and having so much fun while writing this fic, and I really think it comes across.

Story with single sweetest moment?

A Privilege to Love You - I’ll let you decide which of the many sweet moments is actually the sweetest ❤

Hardest story to write?

Promises, no question about it. I had written two fics by that point, and people had been so nice, and some of you lovely folks had even started tagging me in WIP Wednesday posts and in Six Sentence Sunday posts, but I felt like I had no inspiration left and I kept worrying that I wouldn’t be able to write again. So, I forced myself to write something, and it felt like pulling teeth (and it honestly wasn’t very good), but I gifted it to the person who had been my biggest cheerleader and who had tagged me a million times, and that’s how @foolofabookwyrm and I became friends. Writing the fic sucked, but her friendship is worth it, a million times over 💜💜💜

Easiest/most fun story to write?

The View from the Veranda. I’m a historian, and I work a lot with primary sources and spend time speaking with others in 18th century language, so once I got into my “work mindset” the words just flowed. This was also a silly, happy story for me, because I included a lot of jokes for Liz, and there are a ton of details that are just hilarious if you work at the same place I do (sorry that none of you do, but let me just tell you, the descriptions of Simon are all based off of my most attractive colleague, and at least 15% of this fic is silly quotes from work). I think this was only supposed to be about a thousand words long, and I messaged Kris multiple times while writing just to tell him that it was getting out of control and I couldn’t stop writing 😂

Did any stories shift your perceptions of the characters?

Writing for Agatha in We’re Not in Genovia Anymore really made realize how much some of her (canon) story resounded with me, and I liked the deeper character study I ended up doing for her. I’m still always going to be the most in love with Baz, but I have a deeper connection to Agatha now too.

Most overdue story?

It’s still overdue. I have so many WIPs, at least seven of which are soulmate AUs, and I just keep starting more. In terms of actual planned release date though? I started writing a The Gentleman’s Guide to Vice and Virtue AU for NaNoWriMo, with the intention of publishing it in January. It’s already the longest fic I’ve ever written, and I don’t think I’m even a quarter of the way done with it. I wasn’t happy writing for NaNo, because I don’t do well with creativity on a deadline, and I chose to pause work on that fic so I can actually enjoy writing it and end up with something I like once I finally return to it. Apologies to those who are anxiously awaiting the fic, I do hope to finish it this year, and I won’t post until it’s all done, so you’ll get a very rapid update schedule when it does come out!

Did you take any writing risks this year? What did you learn from them?

I signed up for my first fandom event! I participated in the Secret Snowflake event, and wrote Down By The Sea for the wonderful @fight-surrender (and ended up with ideas for some other new fics too)! Even though I was actively failing NaNoWriMo when I signed up, I did manage to complete my fic on time, and I learned that it wasn’t quite as daunting as I was expecting it to be. (My biggest problem was my laptop breaking and having to do almost everything on my phone - I also learned once again just how amazing Liz is, as she helped me format and post to ao3, since I couldn’t do that properly without a computer)

I struggle with being creative on a deadline, but wanting to write a little over 1k in a month was much more achievable than feeling stressed about writing 50k in a month!

This year’s theme and the story that demonstrates it most:

I like the idea of the inevitability of love. I adore soulmate AUs, because I love the idea of a universe where not only does someone have a perfectly matched other person, but that there is a surefire way to find them. Even though I only published one soulmate AU this year, I feel like every time I write Snowbaz I am writing about a couple where love will, inevitably, win. In my mind they are always going to have a happy ending somewhere down the line where they are just purely in love. Even though love doesn’t magically fix everything, it’s still incredibly powerful, and I only want to create stories where Simon and Baz truly love each other.

Of course, with that as the theme, A Privilege to Love You has to be the fic that best demonstrates the idea of inevitable love - it’s a soulmate AU and a universe where Simon exercises his free will.

What are your fic writing goals for next year this year?

Finish and publish my Gentleman’s Guide AU

Finish and publish more soulmate AUs (I have so many WIPs you guys)

Plan more before writing

Work on improving dynamic scenes and the overall flow of my fics - I sometimes feel like I have too many lulls, and I want to write in a more engaging way

Promote my own work more! I am partially doing this post because there are multiple fics that I never shared on here! I plan to make banners for all of the fics I write this year, and to post them on tumblr at the same time I upload them to ao3.

The last few years have been a time of tremendous personal growth for me, and I really feel like I’m starting to understand who I am as a person, settle into myself, and like who I am. I’m thrilled to discover that fandom is still part of who I am and what I enjoy, and that I have more creative outlets in my life now than I ever expected to. My biggest goal is just to keep building on all of that, to use fic to explore who I am, to reflect what I like, make myself happy with my writing, and to hopefully make at least a few of you happy with my stories too!

[slytherinbangchan]

Gryffindor Jisung (Hogwarts!Au)

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Slytherin Bangchan

Pairing: GryffindorJisungxSlytherinReader

-Han Jisung.

-That idiot.

-First time you saw him was in the Quidditch pitch.

-He had just joined Gryffindor's team that year.

-And he was a chaser just like you.

-A good one.

-You were a fifth year then but he was just a third year.

-So you had been playing longer than him and it showed.

-You had no problem with him at first.

-Untill you accidentaly heard him telling his teammates you cheated in the last match.

-You didn't actually say anything back then.

-Cause you enjoy plotting your revenge in silence better.

-Your plan was to mess with him just a little.

-Like enchanting his stuff a couple of times or sneaking some Belch Powder on his food.

-After all what he said was just the usual stuff you'd heard from the enemy team.

-He didn't know it was you messing with him.

-It was fun.

-You were dating Minho back then.

-But you broke up with him after Christmas.

-He didn't like that one bit.

-And guess what he did?

-Yep. He befriended Jisung and told him everything.

-Don't know how he did it tho.

-Jisung likes Slytherins as much as you like Gryffindors.

-Maybe cause Minho is friends with Chris.

-And everybody likes Chris no matter what.

-In any case what started like a series of pranks ended up in a more serious confrontation.

-Probably cause Minho was there to make everything worse than it was.

-Whatever the reason was.

-You started fighting anytime you'd see eachother even harder after the new school year started.

-Sometimes he would say something about your hair or your chaser skills.

-But you call him 'stupid chipmunk', or 'squirrel' or simply just 'rat' so...

-He would make you trip too as you walk.

-But actually you know more charms and spells than he does cause you're older so that doesn't end greatly for him most of the time.

-That won't stop him from trying tho.

-He has Minho teaching him some stuff you learn in sixth years classes.

-Quidditch matches are the worst.

-You would just diss eachother and trash talk a lot.

-Sometimes you just want to grab one beater's bat and hit him.

-You both made your teams lose more than once because of your stupid rivalry.

-And honestly people are kinda tired of you two.

-Not just your team but everyone around you.

-They would just walk away everytime you're close to eachother.

-You're getting tired too.

-Since you're a sixth year now you'd like to focus on other stuff.

-Like your studies.

-If only Minho would stop telling Jisung stupid lies about you.

-Maybe he wouldn't be so mad.

-Maybe you wouldn't be so mad either.

-Cause the reason you are is he won't shut up.

-You can tell someone is keeping that ominous fire inside him lighted up.

-And you're just so exhausted.

-One day as you're just resting at the common room Chris sits by your side.

-'So...' He says. 'Rough start at school this year?'

-'I'm so tired' You say. 'And that guy Jisung is a nightmare'.

-'Ahh yeah... I tried to stop that but you know...'

-'What?'

-'I don't know... Minho and Jisung. They seem to have a weird relationship founded on a deep hate towards you'. He chuckles a little.

-You scoff. 'Well, that's just...Fantastic'.

-'Sometimes I think they're dating'.

-'Yeah? Can't they just do that and leave me alone?'

-He laughs. 'Guess they can't'.

-You see Minho entering the common room right after Chris says that.

-'Hey'. You call him but he ignores you so you walk towards him and try to block his way.

-'What are you doing?' He asks.

-'We have to talk so you're going to listen to me' You drag him outside to Moaning Myrtle's Bathroom and check if there's anyone there before talking to him again. 'I'm tired of this stupid fight'.

-'I don't care'. He says looking at you. 'And Jisung doesn't care either so don't you even bother on talking to him'.

-'What does that even mean? You don't care?'

-'It's fun. This fight. I'm not going to stop'. He says. 'See you'. He leaves the bathroom without letting you say anything back.

-You hate him. You hate him hard.

-You don't even remember why you dated him.

-Next day you're having lunch at the great hall when you hear some kind of dispute nearby.

-Soon there's people forming a circle around some kids and Minho.

-'I know it was you'. One of the kids say. They seem like first years.

-'I don't know what you are talking about'. He says.

-Chris appears then and people calm down a little. 'What's going on?' He asks.

-'He jinxed our brooms earlier while we were at flying lessons and I almost died!' One of the kids says.

-'Seriously? Trying to kill some kids now?' Chris looks at Minho.

-He srughs and smiles. 'I did nothing. He must be just really bad at flying'.

-'No, I'm not! I'm the best in my class!' The kid says.

-Minho laughs again and Chris grabs him by his wrist after sighting. 'Alright let's go. Got a feeling you're gonna spend a long time in detention after this'.

-'What?' You can hear Minho complaining as they go away and you laugh inside.

-That idiot deserves it.

-He's a devil.

-With him at detention these days you'll be able to breathe a little at least.

-You meet Bangchan in the common room again later that day.

-He smiles as he sees you walking towards him. 'Happy?'

-'Why, yes'. You say as you sit besides him. 'How long is he gonna be there?'

-'I don't know... At least a month. He really could have killed those kids'.

-'A month without seeing that idiot out of classes'.

-'Well, there's still Jisung'.

-'Don't ruin this for me'.

-He laughs. 'I'm just saying, Minho is only half of that problem'.

-'I'm gonna go now'. You say as you stand up. 'I've got a game tomorrow'.

-'Don't get mad at me!' He says as you walk away.

-Shit. The game against Gryffindor.

-You totally forgot about it till Chris mentioned the chipmunk.

-Anyway with Minho out of the map next day things go smoothly at first.

-You don't see him anywhere.

-Neither Jisung.

-Then the match starts.

-Jisung grabs the Quaffle first but you chase him and push him hard so he drops it.

-'Oops'. You say as another member of your team takes the ball.

-Jisung grunts at your action but flies away.

-As always the match ends up being a battle between you and Jisung.

-Neither of you have the opportunity to score cause one would just tuckle the other down mercilessly.

-At the end of the match you're both exhausted and bruising all over.

-'Seriously why didn't you make your try-out as a beater if you like to hit stuff that much?' That's your Captain complaining about your attitude. 'You know your goal is to score right? Not fighting that Gryffindor guy. I've told you like a thousand times'.

-'Why are you scolding me? We won!' You say.

-'Not because of you'. He lets out a very frustrated sigh. 'You know... I spoke to Woojin, Gryffindor's Captain'.

-'What? Why?'

-'Are you seriously asking me why?' He sighs again. 'Listen. You're a very good chaser but you lose it when we play against Gryffindor'.

-'That's nonsense'. You scoff.

-'Ok. Come here'. You follow him to a room where Woojin and Jisung are waiting. 'Now before any of you complain about this...'

-'Are you punishing me?' You ask.

-'It's not that. Please just listen'. Woojin says.

-'Yes we are punishing you' Your Captain says and Woojin sighs rolling his eyes.

-Nothing more amusing that seeing a Slytherin and a Gryffindor trying to work together.

-'Ok, but it's not like that exactly' Woojin adds. 'We just want you to spend some time working together so you'd learn to tolerate eachother'.

-'Ok, you can put it like that I guess'. Your Cap says. 'Anyway, you'll be cleaning and polishing both Quidditch teams's equipment TOGETHER for the next two months'.

-'What? I'm on my sixth year I don't have time for that'. You complain.

-'I'm sure you'll find a way to keep up with yout homework'. Your Cap says.

-'We made a decision. We even spoke to our houses's Prefects so...'

-'I'm not spending my free time with the rat?'

-'What did you just called me?' Jisung asks, walking towards you.

-Your Captain stops him and shush you. 'Shut up both of you. I swear if you don't colaborate on this we're kicking you both from the Quidditch team'.

-Woojin handles you both a can of broomstick polish. 'You can start now'.

-The Captains leave and you stand there for a second before storming out.

-Jisung follows you cause he has to.

-Both of you swearing under your breath.

-You get to the place where the rest of the team have left their equipment for you to clean it.

-First week you won't even look at eachother.

-But just him being there makes you so uncomfortable.

-The second week you start feeling less awkward.

-On the third one you find yourself smiling at the fact that he's always humming to a song as he cleans around.

-And then you realize it's been days since the last time you fought in the halls or at lunch.

-You get to the common room that night and just fall over one of the couches.

-'So tired'. You say. Your face against a pillow.

-'I heard your scores are going down lately' Chris's voice comes out of nowhere startling you a little.

-'What the fuck. I didn't see you there'.

-'Disillusionment Charm' He says. 'I've heard Minho is looking for me'.

-'I'm too tired to ask'.

-He chuckles. 'Anyway. Guess you're spending too much time cleaning your team's equipment with Jisung'.

-'Yes. I am. And I'm too tired when we're done to do any homework. I should find myself someone to do it for me. But who am I kiddin? I'm exhausted even for that'.

-He laughs again. 'You should try at least'.

-You sigh. 'Wait a minute'. You say sitting up. 'Our Caps said they asked our Prefects if they were allowed to punish us like that'. You say.

-'Not me! They didn't ask me. I swear.'

-You let out an exhausted sigh. 'Anyway I'm going to bed for a while. Bye'.

-You sleep for an hour or so and then try to do some homework which you fail to do miserably.

-Next day you find out you failed your first test ever.

-So even if you try and keep calm during the day.

-The minute you're alone you start crying.

-It's not like you care that much about your grades.

-You're just so tired.

-And waiting in that place only to start cleaning again the minute Jisung gets there.

-You try to stop crying before he arrives but you just can't.

-So he sees you right away.

-At first he doesn't know what to do.

-But he ends up just grabbing your hand as you cry.

-You let his hand go clearing your throat once you've calmed down a little.

-He gives some steps back and start cleaning but doesn't say anything.

-After an hour or so he speaks up. 'Why don't you leave?'

-'What?'

-'Just go to your room and hide. Whatever I just can't stand being at the same room as you today'.

-That kinda hurts you a little?

-Like you were used to him saying that kind of stuff before but now it feels weird.

-And you're still trying to pull yourself together after crying.

-'I haven't finished cleaning'. You say.

-'I'll do it. Didn't you hear what I said earlier?' He's not even looking at you.

-You leave the place hesitantly.

-Clashing into Chris on your way to the dorms.

-'Is like there's no more people in this school'. You complain.

-'What are you doing here? What about your punishment'.

-'Ah... Jisung saw me crying and then he got weird after a while and told me to leave him alone and go to our dorms'.

-He chuckles. 'I knew he couldn't be that bad'.

-'What are you talking about he just kicked me out cause he can't stand being in the same room as me'.

-'I thought you two weren't fighting that much anymore'.

-'Yeah I thought so too. But he spoke to me like that earlier so?'

-'Hm... That's funny cause I told him and Changbin about you struggling with your study time this morning at breakfast and he seemed reflective about it'.

-You blush.

-'You okay?' Chris asks.

-'Shut up'. You say. Then you walk away.

-Your heart beating faster.

-You spend the rest of the day blushing everytime you'd remember Jisung's existence for some reason.

-The rest of the girls in your dorms all confused as they watch you kick your own bed sheets out of the bed.

-Another week goes by and he uses the same excuse to kick you out early more than once.

-Giving you time to actually finish your homework.

-And you would just go and don't say anything about it.

-You could thank him but then he'd know that you know.

-And that would be awkward.

-It's been a while since the last match against Gryffindor but finally there's one today.

-Your entire team begs you to behave for once.

-But they really don't have to.

-Since all that rage or hate you felt against Jisung before doesn't exists anymore.

-For the first time in two years the match starts and you're not thinking about destroying Jisung.

-He seems pretty much focussed in the match too.

-Then this thing happen.

-Where you two collide.

-And he apologyzes.

-And you do too.

-And Woojin looks at Jisung with an eyebrow up.

-Then Jisung Blushes and flies away from you.

-You shake your head and try to focus again.

-A Bludger flying high speed towards you but your captain knocks it away.

-Redirecting it to the other team.

-Specifically towards Jisung who hasn't even see it.

-'Jisung!!' You shout so he would move but it's too late.

-The Bludger hits him and he falls to the ground.

-You fly towards him practically tripping as you get down of your broom.

-'What are you doing? Your Captain asks. 'Just keep playing'.

-Jisung hisses as he hugs his own ribs.

-'Jisung. Are you okay?'.

-’What are you doing? Get back. They'll kick you out of the team'. He says. Whimpering at the end then passing out.

-But Woojin asks to finish the match and surprisingly your Captain agrees.

-You follow Jisung to the Hospital Wing and stay by his side.

-You can't help but blush as Chris shows up smiling.

-But Minho is coming too. 'What are you doing here?' He asks. 'Pushing you away from Jisung'.

-'Fuck you'. You say.

-He's going to push you again but Chris stops him.

-'What? Don't you tell me this idiot fell for Jisung while I wasn't there'. He asks Chris.

-He srughs. 'I don't know what to tell you'.

-'Omg. Did you??' He's asking you. 'That's pathetic, he literally hates you. Believe me, I know'. He laughs.

-Normally you'd had a great comeback for that asshole but you're too hurt right now.

-You just stand up and leave before the tears in your eyes fall.

-You make it to your dorms but then you break down.

-'I'm so stupid' You say as one of your roommates pat your back.

-'C'mon, you're not'. She says.

-'I am cause he's right. I've fallen for a guy who hates my guts. And I wasn't even aware of it till Minho said it outloud'. You say as you try wipping your tears. But they won't stop coming out.

-'Really?' She asks.

-'What?'

-'You didn't know you liked him?' She chuckles. 'That's kinda cute. Everyone else had noticed'.

-'What?' You blush so hard.

-'You know. Since you'd talk about him so much while you blush all the time'.

-'What? I don't do that?'

-'Really?' She raises her brows and then proceeds to mimic you. 'Have you seen Jisung today a lunch? He looked like a fucking squirrel storing all that food on his cheeks. What an idiot. I bet he thinks he’s cute or something'.

-'Why would people think I like him after I said that????' You ask.

-'Omg. Cause you were blushing and you looked so happy as you thought about it'.

-'Ugh. Whatever'. You say, still blushing. 'Who cares. He hates me so much anyway'.

-'You know, they say we Slytherins have a tendecy towards unrequited love'.

-'That doesn't help at all'.

-She laughs. 'Yeah I don't know what to tell you'. She pats your back one last time before leaving you alone.

-You sigh and try to calm down and sleep.

-Five days later you feel strong enough to leave your dorms.

-'So, I heard they released you from detention'. Chris says.

-'Yeah...'

-'Nice timing huh?'

-'Jisung is injured so it was kinda pointless for me to do it alone'.

-'Nah, he's not anymore'.

-'Oh...'

-'Yeah, is like if he magically healed'.

-You would laugh at Chris's jokes but you're too emotionally drained.

-'He's also not talking to Minho lately'

-'What?'

-'Yeah, apparently he said something Jisung didn't like. But you should ask him yourself'.

-'I'm not talking to Minho?'

-'I just mentally facepalmed myself. You idot, I meant Jisung'.

-You blush. 'No way'.

-'Ok. Whatever'.

-He seems frustrated for some reason so you leave the common room and head to the Great Hall to have breakfast.

-You bump into Jisung on your way there.

-'Hey, where were you hidding?' He asks.

-You stutter a little. 'Ah... My dorms?'

-'Really? I was afraid you'd be killing yourself doing homework'.

-You laugh. 'No way. Uhm... How are you doing by the way?'

-'I'm fine'. He smiles at you and you blush.

-'Ah, great. Well, I better keep going now...' You try to scape but he grabs your robe's sleeve not letting you go.

-'Thank you'. He says.

-'What?'

-'For calling my name that day. And for staying with me at the hospital'.

-Ok, you can't get more red than that.

-'Ah... You knew?'

-'Yeah... I was awake when Minho and the others arrived. So I heard everything'.

-'W-were you??'

-'I'm sorry he said those things to you'.

-'Ah... It's okay...'

-'I don't actually hate you, you know?' He's making sure you're looking at his eyes.

-'You don't?'

-He sighs. 'No I don't. Actually I never did? Truth is... You won't even remember this but, first time I was in a Quidditch match you were so good?  But I couldn't accept you being so much better than me so I said some ugly stuff about you cheating etc...'

-'I do remember that' You chuckle.

-'Yeah well. I'm kinda stupid that way. But I realized I actually was fascinated by you. And I found out you were dating Minho and I was younger than you so you wouldn't even look at me anyway probably’.

-'What are you talking about?' You laugh.

-He blushes. 'Shut up. I'm trying to explain something'. You laugh sweetely again and he keeps explaining. 'You broke up with Minho and I was talking to Seungmin about you cause he's a Slytherin too so I thought he... Anyway! Minho heard us talking and he told me you would never like me cause you were the one pranking me and you hated me and he would insist on that a lot'.

-'What?'

-'He said a lot of stuff and probably they weren't true but by that time I believed everything he said'. He sighs. 'And I'm sorry cause when I heard how easily he lied to you about me I realized everything'.

-'Well, he's a very good liar'. You sigh.

-'Yeah but... While he was away in detention and we were forced to spend time together. I felt so sad cause I would think all the time about the things Minho said about you hating me so much so I would get mad and fight you cause what I really wanted was for you to...Like me... And...' He blushes but he won't stop looking at you.

-'And?'

-'At the end I told Minho the truth like a week before our last match and how I was feeling closer to you after our detention days and that maybe you didn't hate me so much... But he got so mad'.

-'What? That day in the hospital he already knew all this?' He nods. 'Oh wow, he's a really good liar indeed'.

-'Yeah...' He chuckles.

-'You're an idiot tho for letting a Slytherin like Minho get into your head'.

-'Ah... I guess I am'. He says. 'I must be a huge one cause I also let a Slytherin like you into my heart'.

-Smooth.

-You blush and he smiles.

-His hand caressing your face.

-'What are you doing?' You ask.

-'Shut up, I'm gonna kiss you, idiot'.

-'You shut up'.

-He chuckles before your lips finally collide.

-’And you’re the idiot’. You say before kissing him again.

ᴸᶦᵏᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ᴶᶦˢᵘⁿᵍ'ˢ ᵖᵃʳᵗ²

ᴿᵉᵇˡᵒᵍ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃ ˢᵐᵘᵗᵗʸ ᴾᵃʳᵗ² ᶦⁿˢᵗᵉᵃᵈ

[twostepsfromtemerant]

BMC OBCR first listen reactions

- therminnnn

- will sounds so angry on “time to start the day”

- no more madeline playing deliberately losing at pool, but now we get Brooke saying she “literally never noticed Jeremy”

- will’s falsetto is so pretty

- “Skills to count on” is a dotted rhythm instead of straight

- he sounds so happy/excited on “Michael!”

         - and George sounds like he’s high when doing Micheal’s whole part, but             especially on “never been a better time in history to be a loser”

- Rich yells “gaaaaayy” v aggressively 

- the instrumentation is different in the naaa na na na na na na na part? I think it’s an organ???

- I think the instrumentation is also slightly different in I Love Play rehearsal. Either a melodica or recorder is shadowing Christine’s melody

- slightly faster tempo! more emotion! I love this!!!

- she growls into “Juliet” and does and accent for Blanche du Bois

- Christine has so much characterization simply in the way Stephanie Hsu performs this

- there’s a lot more of the dialogue in all of the songs!

- ooooooh those Baroque style trills at the end!!!

- that transition from More Than Survive reprise into Squip Song??? 

- I love Gerard Canonico he sings with so much emotion

- Jeremy sounds terrified when he asks “you got quick”

- god fucking bless Charlie Rosen

- "picture this” is gone, but I’m okay with that

- either everything is at a faster tempo, or my brain is processing bad b/c it’s 12:19am

- the timbre of George’s voice is sweeter he sounds like he’s constantly smiling

- BARI SAAAAAXXXXX

- “popular’ from “our popular peers” got turned into a dotted rhythm

- The voice at the begininng of The Squip Enters is... something

- oh god I forgot about douche surfer bro Squip

          - but at least we get more dialogue

- c-c-c-c’mon Jeremy can’t you see your operating system is outdated!!!

- hhnnnrrgggk that gliss at the end of wi-i-i-i-iiiil be more chill

- “everything about you makes me wanna die” Jeremy whimpers

- the mall people sound meaner :(

- Looking! Pretty! Sexy! Brooke-ah!

- Chloe is so mad about Madeline

- the fucking jumps in “me-e-e-e-e-e” and the chimes???

- they play with the tempo more in Brooke’s verse of Do You Wanna Ride, and have slightly different harmony when they sing together

- honestly, orchestral chimes are so underutilized in broadway. everyone needs more orchestra chimes

- Jeremy does a cute little giggle when he says “Be More Chill”

- yessssss I love me some in depth characterization

- Brooke eating frozen yogurt though she has “problems with dairy” is so accurate. Last week I watched my friend eat a giant ice cream sundae even though she is lactose intolerant

- “I head to play rehearsal with Christine” rather than drama practice

- GOD BLESS CHARLIE ROSEN

- floooooot

- The Squip has upgraded from lurking to stalking

- this song alone proves why broadway needs more orchestral chimes

- I like Brooke’s new part, especially “Like now, now!”

- Upgrayayayayayade

- CHARACTERIZATION!!!! AND RELATING THE SHOW TO IN REAL LIFE PEOPLE THINKS THEY NEED TO ACT A CERTAIN WAY TO PLEASE EVERYONE ELSE

- I’M TIRED OF BEING THE PERSON THAT EVERYONE THINKS THAT I AM

- and I’m crying. 

         -the layered voices? when they sing in unison? the key change???

- how dare Joe Iconis write Loser, Geek, Whatever, and put it right after the upgraded Upgrade

           - but it’s a very fucking good look into Jeremy’s head, and makes his                     decision to activate Optic nerve Blocking and all that shit much clearer.               His self loathing is so real and painful and raw. We’ve all wanted to just               fit in and not be the weirdo.

            - Will sings with so much emotion that it hurts

- am I crying again, or did I just never stop from before?

- “Jeremy, are you coming” GOT SO MUCH WORSE

- Have I mentioned recently how much I love Charlie Rosen and his decision to use orchestral chimes?

- I love the new sax solo in the instrumental break

- is there an accelerando here, or is it 1am?

- Katlyn Carlson is freaking fantastic

- More characterization!!! yay!!!!

- I will sell my soul to Charlie Rosen

- the instrumentation in MITB is different. no piano at the beginning?

- god the mood shift between “I wanna dance with somebody” and “no one to make fun of drunk girls with anymore” was something

- flexible tempo! hit my in the emotions! 

- oh no, the sob on i can’t hear knocking anymore

- guess who’s crying again??? 

- The 4-3 suspension Will does with Stephanie??? very good harmony their voices sound so pretty together

- BARI SAAAAAAXXXX

- Tiffany Mann kills it. her voice. is just. like that. and it’s amazing

- like, she belts the end of the first chorus

- Chloe sounds so desperate when she’s texting Brooke to “apologize”

- I will forever and always love the harmony on “always be aware of autocorrect”

- I’m so used to going to Pitiful Children... this is odd

- Jason Sweettooth Williams just sounds like a dad

- ooooh, catch the More the Survive naaaa na na na part in the brass

- Michael is such a petulant teenager

- instrumental intro and lyrics are different in Pitiful Children, but I still think it should be in 6/8

- Jason Tam’s riffs are the fucking best

- operatic rendition of the “burned down the house” melody, sure, why not?

- "pitiful” is not a straight rhythm in “let’s save the pitiful children” in the 4/4 march

- oh good, dialogue from A Midsummer’s Nightmare with Zombies

- no more ‘my Squip says I can go all the way to Broadway”

- if I have to take over the entire human race, not student body

- “You came to see me in the play” has the same energy and tone as when Jeremy said “michael” in More than Survie

- God I love that we have the dialogue between Michael and Jeremy as the fight, because, and say it with me kids, CHARACTERIZATION

- Brooke and Chloe’s thing is about their own friendship and insecurities, not Jeremy!

- discordant Japanese singing as the Squip dies!!!

- Rich’s lisp!!!!

- the piano is playing Loser Geek Whatever, “michael thinks that weird is rad, but being weird just makes me sad” melody when Jeremy and Christine are talking!!!

- KEY CHANGE AFTER THE SQUIP YELLS JEREMY PLEASE

- it is 1:27am

[folklorestv]

Hamilton London: Review (Oct 2018)

I saw Hamilton in London on Oct 4, 2018 (matinee show) and I decided to write a little review; I was located in the stalls, row K, seat 40 (scroll further to the bottom of the post to see where my seat was exactly). I’d been wanting to see Hamilton for about two and a half years and I bought the tickets eight months ago, and it feels so surreal that the moment I’ve been looking for is over at last. I flew out to London on Wednesday, the show was on Thursday (two show day). We got to the Victoria Palace Theatre at around 1pm and by that time, a small queue had already formed outside. We got in pretty quickly as the paperless ticketing system works great! The redeveloped theatre is absolutely beautiful, not to mention fancy as hell. They let us inside the actual stage room at 1.45pm, there’s different entries and they let us know beforehand which one to take, so we were at our seats in no matter of time. Fortunately, my seat had plenty of leg room and sitting was not uncomfortable at all. Being in 11th row, I was super close to the stage. Like, for real, I was really close. You can’t tell on the photo, but when the actors were on stage I could see every single tiny facial expression. Let’s just say that I could always see clearly whenever the actors spit while singing/rapping.

I’ve written a review on each actor which I will put under the cut (it actually got really fucking long, I doubt anyone will read all of it). You will be able to tell that I actually prefer the West End company over the OBC! I only have the OBC to compare them to, anyway. One thing I want to mention beforehand (because I don’t want to write it multiple times) is that you could actually hear the cast’s British accents here and there, but overall they did a solid job at faking an American one! I rather enjoyed it whenever a bit of a British accent slipped through at certain words.

Jamael Westman as Alexander Hamilton: I honestly don’t know where to start. Jamael is absolutely amazing, in my opinion a lot better than Lin! He is a perfect Alexander Hamilton and I can’t praise him enough. I’m glad he extended his contract and hopefully I’ll be able to see him again next year. He is great down to every micro-expression, like I said, he definitely beats Lin. His voice is awesome and very lovely to listen to, he hits all his notes, and he speaks clearly which made the rapping fantastic as well. He has a wonderful gentleness about him that is beautiful in That Would Be Enough and Stay Alive (Reprise); his Hurricane and his verse in The World Was Wide Enough are breathtaking. Moreover, Jamael nails the role in both acts. He has that certain playfulness in the first act and I enjoyed watching him so much. In the second act, he plays the fatherly and slightly more serious role really well, too. In contrast to the serious part, he is amazing during the Cabinet Battles and earned a lot of laughs from the crowd! Opposed to Lin (in my opinion), Jamael just fits the role a lot better physically, too. He’s young, fresh and handsome and that is mirrored in his portrayal of Hamilton. To sum it up, Jamael’s energy as Hamilton is out of this world and I’m at a loss for words.

Rachelle Ann Go as Eliza Hamilton: She didn’t particularly stand out for me, but she is still an amazing Eliza! She brings the necessary eagerness in Helpless and you could see her go through a real character arc as she grew more mature. She has a phenomenal singing voice and her acting is great, too. She’s genuinely crying in Burn and you could feel all her disgust towards Hamilton, it was amazing. Furthermore, her scream in Stay Alive (Reprise) is heartbreaking. She’s an excellent emotional singer. She’s also a lot shorter than Jamael which just made them look cute as a couple on stage.

Giles Terera as Aaron Burr: I have mixed feelings about him. I had to get used to him first for a couple of songs as his lisp annoyed me a bit, particularly at the start with the spoken narration. I wasn’t a big fan of his voice but I soon realised that he’s an incredible performer! He can sing really well which he definitely shows in Wait For It and The Room Where It Happens, so as the show progresses the lisp became less noticeable and you can focus on his excellent performance and acting. Overall, he plays a different Burr than Leslie Odom Jr, and at the end I actually adored his portrayal since it’s fresh and new. I still preferred him in the second act, though. He does a great job of making Burr a victim and The World Was Wide Enough - especially the end of it - was simply beautiful.

Rachel John as Angelica Schuyler: Oh my lord, she is absolute perfection. She might have beat Renée Goldsberry for me just because she has that certain something, she is a lot more fierce. Her voice is badass and she killed Satisfied! You can see her gentle side in It’s Quiet Uptown which she plays really well. She can sing, rap, act and get all the right emotions across. I’m so glad I got to see her as Angelica! I would’ve loved to see her sing Congratulations as that song seems to be written only for her. As you can tell, I’m literally speechless when it comes to her. She definitely owns the stage whenever she is on it.

Obioma Ugoala as George Washington: Definitely one of my favourites. He was unreal. Imagine Chris Jackson but even better! He has a really powerful and super deep voice along with amazing vocals. He was full on yelling a few times in Right Hand Man and you definitely feel intimidated by him. He plays the comedic part in the Cabinet Battles well, which is something I haven’t seen with other Washingtons. He gives the role all the aspects that were missing and I was completely speechless after his performance! He gets the loudest applause after One Last Time as he does a particularly fantastic job during the song! His vocals are simply incredible and he dominates the tricky role of George Washington. Fun fact: He actually forgot his line “Remember, my decision on this matter is not subject to congressional approval / The only person you have to convince is me” in Cabinet Battle #2 while saying it and just changed it up quickly to “Anybody else’s opinion doesn’t matter”. I just thought that was funny, it just proves what live theatre is like.

Jason Pennycooke as Marquis de Lafayette / Thomas Jefferson: Absolutely loved him! I wasn’t immediately a fan of his Lafayette because I got caught up in how different he is to Daveed Diggs. But in reality, he brings completely new energy to the role, which I enjoyed a lot. Guns And Ships is flawless, so he is really likeable in the first act. He is sort of this small, young guy who comes out of nowhere and saves the day. The second act blows everyone away! His Jefferson is perfect, probably better than Daveed’s. His version is again different but he is so funny and gets the majority of laughs! Next to Jamael as Hamilton, he does perfect comedy in the Cabinet Battles - they both do. I am basically in love with his portrayal of both characters as he brings a lot to them each. He does a stand out performance and is a true joy to watch. Although he is so very, very different to Daveed, he is very talented and awesome in his roles! Again, the second act had me completely amazed. His rapping and singing is on point and he is really flamboyant and confident. I also met him at the stage door and he’s very lovely in person. He genuinely appreciated when I told him how much I liked his portrayal and he took tons of time with everyone.

Tarinn Callender as Hercules Mulligan / James Madison: Personally one of my cast favourites as I’ve been enjoying his Instagram stories (and Cleve’s) for a year now. I was super excited to see him on stage and he was perfect! His portrayal is quite similar to Okieriete’s, but I still enjoyed it! He brings a booming energy to the group as Mulligan in the first act and he morphs perfectly into Madison in act two. He kills his rap in Yorktown and I was in love. He has this  wonderful “I’m so done with this shit” attitude about Jefferson which is funny and he gets a lot of laughs as well. Tarinn is a wonderful performer and has an amazing comedic timing! He is awesome alongside Cleve in act one, and then alongside Jason in act two. He lifts the scenes and picks up the pace. He was the nicest person ever at the stage door (I had been dying to meet him) and he took a lot of funny photos with my phone! It was a blast to see him that day, definitely my favourite part of my London trip. (I’m putting the photos he took with my phone at the end of the post.)

Cleve September as John Laurens / Philip Hamilton: My other favourite besides Tarinn! Cleve and Tarinn are an amazing duo, on and off stage. They put a lot of comedy into the first act and bring new energy to the characters’ beliefs. It is absolutely heartbreaking when John Laurens dies (right after Dear Theodosia) and Cleve is able to bring the sadness and the pride across at the same time. He is absolutely fantastic as Philip, too, I probably prefer him over Anthony Ramos. Take A Break was sooo funny, I wish everyone could see him in it! His portrayal differs from Anthony’s while he still stays true to the character. He’s so scared during Blow Us All Away and he’s genuinely shaking before the duel. Stay Alive (Reprise) is absolutely heart wrenching to watch. Cleve’s acting is flawless during the conversation between Philip and Alexander (”I did exactly as you said, Pa / I help my head up high / Even before we got to ten- / I was aiming for the sky”). He actually screams out in pain while talking and my heart shattered into pieces. He does an awesome job! Definitely a bummer that I didn’t meet him at the stage door as Cleve is such a lovely and funny person as well.

Sharon Rose as Peggy Schuyler / Maria Reynolds: She is the only understudy of the main cast that I saw but she really kills her role! I had heard recordings of Christine Allado as Maria before and thought she was amazing; therefore I was really curious to see Sharon. She is really fun-loving during The Schuyler Sisters and her portrayal as Peggy is everything it has to be. I thoroughly enjoyed watching her and she is adorable during Helpless and Satisfied. She also kills her performance as Maria during Say No To This and it reminded me more of Christine Allado’s version, rather than Jasmine Cephas Jones’s. Sharon hits every note and plays that helplessness and state of being devastated well, she’s definitely an amazing emotional singer, similar to Rachelle!

Michael Jibson as King George: I wasn’t sure about him first but afterwards I can say that I definitely like his portrayal more than Jonathan Groff’s. I prefer Jonathan’s vocals as I felt like Michael was sometimes struggling with the high notes, but he absolutely owns the stage when he was on it! All of his mannerisms are superb; he might have got the most laughs and cheering from the audience. The British definitely love to make fun of themselves and poke at the Royals, it was awesome! Michael adds a lot of tiny tweaks to the character which is really creative. He changed several things about the performance as King George that make the whole portrayal a lot more fun to watch. You should definitely go see him in his role if you ever have the chance. I also met him at the stage door where he seemed like a really laid-back and nice guy!

Jack Butterworth as Samuel Seabury: Now, this is a super minor role but I thought I should mention it anyway. Jack Butterworth is a pure joy to watch as Samuel Seabury. Completely different energy compared to the OBC; Jack seems a lot more innocent and playful. Also, he is standing on a podium and Jamael is almost taller than him without a podium, just a funny thing I noticed. Jack was definitely the right casting choice (as are all the other actors involved).

Gregory Haney as Charles Lee: Another really minor role that I want to mention nevertheless. Charles Lee is usually played by Leslie Garcia Bowman so it came as a bit of a surprise to me that Gregory played the role that day. I’ve been following him for several years as he was part of the Broadway cast before and I was really excited when he starred as Charles Lee in Stay Alive! He did a really good job in both Stay Alive and Ten Duel Commandments. His “I’m a general, whee!” sounds different than the Broadway one and earns many laughs.

Ensemble - Jade Albertsen, Curtis Angus, Courtney Mae Briggs, Jack Butterworth, Jon Scott Clark, Kelly Downing, Gregory Haney, Leah Hill, Walyon Jacobs, Miriam-Teak Lee, Chris Tendai: The ensemble are the true stars of the show; they bring beautiful harmonies and mind-blowing choreographies. Leah Hill stood out for me as the Bullet and she did a beautiful job. Miriam Teak-Lee is another one who stood out in all of the dancers, I’ve heard recordings of her as Angelica (she’s actually an alternate for all the Schuyler sisters!) and she definitely has potential to rise up. Kudos to everyone in the ensemble, they’re doing an amazing job every night.

Like I said, I was pretty close to the stage. My ticket was £100 while the ticket for the seat to my right is already £250. This is because my view of the stage was slightly obstructed to the left side which didn’t matter at all. The only thing I missed was Washington’s “Me, I trusted him” during Alexander Hamilton and I couldn’t see Hamilton standing on the staircase during Satisfied. Both of those are, however, very minor things that didn’t bother me. I felt extremely close to the actors in 11th row, and it was definitely worth saving £150 (the rows in front of me are £250, too).

Aaaand here are the photos Tarinn took with my phone!

[mikeyhatesit113]

forever and never: Chapter 6

My vehicle sped up the road, my foot stomping on the gas pedal.

The minutes ticked by like hours, and no matter how fast the car went, it still wasn’t enough. I had to get back to her, but would she be there?

Outside, the dark night was haunting me once again.

It had been hours...hours of silence.

Desperation built in my chest.

Please be there...

9 Months Earlier

I was back home, and I had my family back. I had a renewed sense of commitment to Janie, and I was determined to do what was right by her.

She was my franchise player, and I had to do what every professional sports organization needs to do…lock down their star player with a long term contract. And true to the world of sports, my star athlete did seem to have interest in other franchises, but after all was said and done, it appeared that she wanted to remain with my organization.

Of course, I’m referring to marriage. I immediately needed to marry Janie.

I had put a lot of the blame on myself for the way Janie had felt, because true enough, we were two years into a relationship and I had not proposed to her. No, I did not think that we were ready but apparently she did, and as I knew I wasn’t going anywhere, why not?

I had ignored the organic, special nature of wanting to marry somebody. It became an initiative of mine to make her feel as comfortable and secure as possible, so that I’d never have to suffer through another agonizing, restless night of wondering where she was.

The first order of business was requesting John’s permission for her hand in marriage. Remember John? Her father who confronted me at the sports bar? Since that heated exchange 2 years prior, John and I had not exactly become “close”, but we were cordial in the event of dinners and parties.

And even though he “forgot my gift at the house” when he came over one Christmas and gave Janie and the boys presents, I still felt comfortable enough to ask his permission for his daughter’s hand.

This process wasn’t going to be the traditional secret phone call or visit that most guys like to have without their prospective fiancé’s knowledge. This tradition usually maintains the element of surprise, as most proposals come in the form of an unexpected moment a couple can cherish and look back on decades later.

Well, there wouldn’t be any real “surprise”, as there were only expectations now.

Janie and I were sitting on the couch one Sunday night when we began talking, and I announced to her, “I’m going to call your dad right now and get his permission.”

Janie giggled excitedly and immediately whipped out her phone to call somebody while I stepped outside and made a phone call of my own. John immediately answered.

“Hey John, it’s Ekim. I’ve given this a lot of thought and I’d be grateful for your permission. Can I marry your daughter?”

John chuckled and said, “Well, I think you’d have to ask her that.”

Alright, one obstacle down.

The next obstacle was going and buying the ring. I went into a local, over-priced jewelry shop and let the guy in the clip-on tie and purple dress shirt guide me through the options. I picked out what I thought the perfect ring was, and I was on my way.

Two obstacles down.

Next, the proposal, but where to do it?

A quiet pier, just the two of us? No.

What about a cute little scavenger hunt, ending with me on one knee? Nope.

In my desperation to make her feel special, I wanted to do it big.

As in, The Big Apple.

I planned a last second trip to NYC, and I told her to pack a bag. We left on a Friday afternoon and hours later, we arrived to the modest hotel in Newark.

It was nice, if you could ignore the aged wallpaper and smell of cig smoke emanating from the air vent.

NOTE: Sorry ladies, but I was fronting ALOT of cash in a short period of time. I couldn’t afford a hotel in Manhattan. I was a baller on a budget.

I called down to the front desk, and a man who spoke broken English answered.

“Hey, can we have another room, by chance? I think that the cigarette smoke from down below is coming through our air conditioner,” I said.

The man on the other end asked me to hold briefly, and I heard him consult with the clerk beside him.

“He say, the smokes from outside, is in their room.”

We moved to another room, but we didn’t stay in it much. We were up bright and early the next morning, and my car zipped into Manhattan among the other aggressive drivers. We grabbed an “early bird special” at a parking garage and began our tour of the city on foot. The ring box bulged in my pocket as we walked through the streets and eventually ended up in Times Square.

With her back turned, I seized my moment and knelt down on one knee. She turned around.

Looking back, it’s hard to figure out if anything was special between us. It’s hard to imagine her being happy or being genuinely pleased after knowing what I know now. But if this moment where her jaw dropped and her hands clapped to her face was nothing but an act, she put on a great show.

We both did that day, as nearby tourists stopped walking and took pictures, saying “aww!” and giving small rounds of applause.

Of course she said yes. It wasn’t getting any grander than that.

The rest of the day went fantastic. I had proposed, and I made her feel like the luckiest girl in a major American city.

After returning home, we started planning for the wedding, which would be held in February at a local private club’s banquet room. We invited all of our closest friends and family, and I’d include her two boys in my groom’s party. Other members of my party would be my father, my buddies Bill and Sean.

Bill. Remember Bill. Right there with November 4th, put Bill in your memory bank for a rainier day.

Anyway, for as extravagant as we tried to make the wedding, everything turned out rather normal. In fact, after our rehearsal, we held our rehearsal dinner at a pizza buffet.

My father and his girlfriend, even years later, remained non-fans of Janie. My father treated all of his duties as a groomsman with reluctance and exasperation, and on the night of the rehearsal dinner, veered left to the neighboring chinese buffet while everyone else went to the pizza buffet.

My father and his girlfriend laughed as they did this, and I didn’t know how to feel about it at the time. Years later, the sheer audacity not only to miss your son’s rehearsal dinner, but to literally go next door to another restaurant, is inconceivable.

Anyway, the wedding day went off without a hitch. Janie had one last surprise for me, as she abruptly changed her music halfway down the aisle to an upbeat, poppy Miley Cyrus song and danced the rest of the way to the altar.

I am not quite sure, to this day, what she was going for. All I know is that there wasn’t a huge burst of laughter, no applause, and no one cheered. I can honestly say that everyone looked as uncomfortable as I felt. I knew nothing about the song switch-up, and I couldn’t understand why it had taken place. Miley Cyrus had zero significance to our relationship.

This was a wedding...not a Party in the USA...

I mean, at least save it for the reception?

After the wedding, Janie and I departed for our honeymoon in a modest beach town. It was February, so it was the off-season. We had a decent time with what we could do during a time of year where 75% of the businesses are shut down.

Inside, I felt accomplished, if nothing else. I considered the early chaotic origins of our relationship, and at least I could hang my hat on the fact that we were officially a married couple.

More to the point, we had just planned an entire wedding in 3 months, while also coordinating a move from our cape cod house to a townhouse. The rent at the cape cod house was extreme, and the rent at the townhouse would not only be cheaper, but also be in the same housing development as her mother.

Win/win, we thought.

After those two monumental events, I began looking at my career. I wasn’t too happy at the vending company. It allowed me to provide, but the seemingly erratic decisions from the small business owner made me nervous, and I started seeking a long-term career elsewhere.

Enter, the Sheriff’s department.

I filled out an application and they called me in for a panel interview. After getting approved, they passed me onto the physical fitness test.

The vertical jump. 25 pushups. 38 situps in under a minute. 300 meter dash. And of course, the dreaded 1.5 mile run in 12:29 or better.

I passed everything but the 1.5 mile run time. I hadn’t ran that much since 8th grade.

They scheduled me for a retest, and I worked my ass off in preparation for the running portion. Janie was ultra supportive of my quest for a position in law enforcement. She encouraged it, telling me that she always had a thing for cops. This of course motivated me even more.

Anything to feel like she wanted me.

Weeks later after running more than I ever had, I arrived at the hot track where the fitness test would be held. I performed the tests in succession of the process, passing each one. Then it was time for the run.

The whistle blew and I took off, pushing myself harder than ever as sweat poured down my face. Through every burst of running and stretch of walking after I got a stitch in my side, all I could think about was not failing. Not going back to Janie and telling her that I didn’t pass.

I pushed, and I barely made it.

After the test, they handed me a large stack of background paperwork to complete, and I was elated. I couldn’t wait to tell Janie. I hopped in my car and blared Limp Bizkit as I chugged red bull on my way home. On the way, I called Janie.

No answer.

Moments later, I tried calling again.

No answer.

I was befuddled. Wasn’t she eagerly waiting to hear the results of a test regarding a career that could change our family?

I pulled into our development minutes later and parked at the house. Janie’s car wasn’t there. I walked across the street to her mom’s and asked where Janie was.

“I don’t know, she should be back by now,” her mom said. “She only ran down the street to Walgreens, but that was a while ago.”

Minutes later, Janie did in fact arrive home. I excitedly told her the news, and though she was happy, I didn’t exactly get the reaction I had thought I’d get. She was rather passive, as if someone had told her that their growing pumpkins were coming along nicely.

Unfortunately, this reaction was a sign of things to come. Almost like clockwork, one year since “Corey”, her behavior changed abruptly, and our fights became more frequent. Everything that mattered before didn’t seem to matter to her now, and she was rather detached.

When you’re with someone for so long, you become accustomed to their patterns, behavior, and routines. When they abruptly change, that’s what you would consider a red flag.

One evening, I had enough. If she was going to take me for granted, then I’d make her miss me. I had tried to give her everything, but it wasn’t good enough.

Maybe it was time for her to wonder about me for a change?

I left the house and stopped by the mall, where I grabbed two CD’s. I hopped in my car and gunned it. Where was I going?

Well I’m glad somebody asked. The beach, of course.

My plan was to book a hotel room and stay there the entire weekend, taking time for me. I didn’t plan on having my phone on me. I was going to cut loose and have as much fun as a married stepfather could have, which in retrospect, isn’t much fun at all.

That entire 4 hour car ride, I gave myself tiny pep talks.

Fuck this. She’ll get a taste of what it’s like to be without me. She’ll be begging me to come back. It’s time for her to be insecure for a change.

The sun was going down, giving way to a beautiful dusk. I would of loved to share it with her. I wish this was our trip to the beach. But it was mine, and mine alone. There didn’t seem to be much that she did want to share with me. I’d make her pay for that.

This was incredibly toxic.

Hours later, my Matrix zipped up the main drag of the beach town, the same beach town we had spent our honeymoon in 7 months earlier.

Attractive women, families, and lively young people littered the sidewalks, laughing and enjoying each other. The night clubs, the smell of the ocean, and the excitement filling the air was intoxicating.

I had never felt so alone.

My adrenaline had worn off, and I was beyond empty. I had completely bottomed out. I was a loser. A fucking loser.

And she hadn’t tried to contact me once.

I realized almost immediately that my grand plan of staying there the whole weekend was a foolish illusion. I had become delusional to think that I could separate my stubborn mind from my heart.

What was I going to do? Walk the boardwalk 500 times? Talk to girls and hope they didn’t catch a glimpse of my wedding ring?

I was a gullible puppy dog. This had become some sick form of stockholm syndrome.

I turned my car around and zipped right back up the road. If I made good time, I could get home at least by 3am.

But I wasn’t going to call!

Halfway up the road, that resolve failed too.

I began calling, and texting, and I received nothing in return.

On top of not bothering to check where I was or if I was ok, she seemingly didn’t give a shit about hearing from me either.

I couldn’t understand. Why was this happening?

Where was this coming from?

Why didn’t she fucking care???

The distance I had sought to put between us had become a curse. I couldn’t wait to get home. The car couldn’t go fast enough. I needed to get back to her.

I even later got a ticket in the mail from one of those speed trap cameras.

After 3am, my car pulled into the driveway. Thankfully, her car was there.

I got out of my car and ran inside the dark house, dashing up the stairs. I bursted into our room, where she was sleeping. Or at least feigning sleep.

Her phone was next to her on the bedside table, dark and dormant...as it had never received any attempts from mine.

“I tried calling you,” I whispered to her as I knelt beside the bed.

“Oh,” she said. “Just come to bed.”

No questions of where I was all night. No further inquiries.

Her level of concern, or lack thereof, was maddening. But she was in front of me in our bed, and I wanted nothing more than to lay down beside her.

I eagerly changed into my PJ’s and laid next to her, taking her hand into mine.

But her hand only returned two quick squeezes and then pulled away.

I fought to fall asleep, replaying the entire evening in my head.

Wondering how it was so easy for her to be so rested and peaceful.

Wondering what was happening behind the scenes.

Wondering what was motivating her...

Or who?

Truth be told, there was someone else in our bed.

I could not see him, but he was there.

He was in her text messages. And in her call logs.

Hiding in plain sight.

“I'm blind, lost inside my head, And I can feel the end, it's coming after me. And I can't walk away.”

From Ashes to New “Blind”

NOTE: Though this is my side of the story, including my own personal recollections and opinions, the reader should not consider this note anything other than a work of literature. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

[anaceinthecrowd]

Let’s get personal. 100 Questions!

1: 6 of the songs you listen to most?

"I'm Only Sleeping" by The Beatles

"No Exit" by Childish Gambino

"Friend" by C418

"Beauty" by Tim Minchin 

The old NBC Olympics closing credits mix by various artists

"Rey's Theme" by John Williams

2: If you could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?

Damn! I was hoping to meet someone from another Earth. Well I guess if I have to meet someone from THIS Earth it would have to be Stephen Colbert. He seems like a super nice guy. He's also smart and hilarious.

3: Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 23, give me line 17.

“him.” How to Talk to Anyone, Anytime, Anywhere by Larry King

4: What do you think about most?

If I'm wasting my life doing what I'm doing.

5: What does your latest text message from someone else say?

"Ask Alexa to play Valentine music. It's good and grandma will love it" from my mom.

6: Do you sleep with or without clothes on?

With

7: What's your strangest talent?

Idk if this is a talent but I have a near-encyclopedic of all things Disney World.

8: Girls... (finish the sentence); Boys... (finish the sentence)

Boys are good but some are assholes. Girls are good but some are assholes.

9: Ever had a poem or song written about you?

Idk but I don't wanna say no just in case someone did and I just forgot xD.

10: When is the last time you played the air guitar?

Today

11: Do you have any strange phobias?

I have an immense fear of missing out.

12: Ever stuck a foreign object up your nose?

Yes

13: What's your religion?

Not religious, nor spiritual.

14: If you are outside, what are you most likely doing?

Going for long walks

15: Do you prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?

Behind

16: Simple but extremely complex. Favorite band?

The Beatles. Almost every song they ever put out was great. They became the biggest influencers on music in the last century and they did it in just a few years. Most musicians work their whole lives to have an ounce of the influence and raw talent each of them had. Plus they had an incredible effect on culture, notably helping facilitate the change that came from youth for the first time having enough money to buy what they wanted, not what they got from older people. The youth got to decide what they wanted and they wanted the Beatles. Not just the music but their fashion, art, movies and so on. 

17: What was the last lie you told?

I've never told a lie! (He says as his nose doubles in length)

18: Do you believe in karma?

I used to.

19: What does your URL mean?

It's a pun on "a face in the crowd" which is a saying about being unknown and hidden in plain sight and I felt like this applied to my experience with being asexual. Also I typed "ace" into a pun generating website.

20: What is your greatest weakness; your greatest strength?

My greatest weakness is fast food. My greatest strength is n/a I'm weak as hell.

21: Who is your celebrity crush?

I like some famous people but I don't really have crushes on any.

22: Have you ever gone skinny dipping?

Yeah but I didn't like it.

23: How do you vent your anger?

Complaining to friends (still not sure why they put up with it)

24: Do you have a collection of anything?

Mistakes? XD   I used to collect snow globes but they started to brake and get green water so I stopped.

25: Do you prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online?

I'm so damn lonely I'll take anything. I wish that were a joke.

26: Are you happy with the person you've become?

I hope to be one day.

27: What's a sound you hate; sound you love?

A sound I hate is the smoke detector going off when I'm cooking and a sound I love is that sound (like I think only Disney world fans will get this) when you're out in front of test track and the cars go by on the track above. 

28: What's your biggest "what if"?

What if I'm actually the villain of my story?

29: Do you believe in ghosts? How about aliens?

No and yes

30: Stick your right arm out; what do you touch first? Do the same with your left arm.

Right: fan. Left: laptop.

31: Smell the air. What do you smell?

Pine scented candle. I love scented candles.

32: What's the worst place you have ever been to?

My middle School. It was the border between two gang territories. We'd have gun and bomb threats every day.

33: Choose: East Coast or West Coast?

I live on the east coast but I gotta go with West coast just because I've been to more of it. 

34: Most attractive singer of your opposite gender?

Idk

35: To you, what is the meaning of life?

To find what you live to do and do it as much as you can.

36: Define Art.

If someone makes anything and calls it art, it's art. I think that's how it works now. 

37: Do you believe in luck?

I believe I don't have it.

38: What's the weather like right now?

Sunny and in the 80s. Way too hot for winter.

39: What time is it?

9:33pm EST

40: Do you drive? If so, have you ever crashed?

Yes and no

41: What was the last book you read?

Steve jobs by Walter Isaacson

42: Do you like the smell of gasoline?

I shouldn't but yeah xD

43: Do you have any nicknames?

Drew

44: What was the last film you saw?

I saw Chris Rock's new stand-up special this morning. It was really good!

45: What's the worst injury you've ever had?

I ran on the top of some bleachers, tripped, and fell all the way down, breaking my collarbone along the way. 

46: Have you ever caught a butterfly?

I can't remember

47: Do you have any obsessions right now?

My most recent obsession has been with anything made by Donald Glover/Childish Gambino

48: What's your sexual orientation?

Ace. I mean... It's in the name.

49: Ever had a rumour spread about you?

Many

50: Do you believe in magic?

Depends on what you mean by "believe" and "magic". I like magicians xD

51: Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong?

Yes

52: What is your astrological sign?

Idk and I'm sick of googling it every time I'm asked about it.

53: Do you save money or spend it?

A bit of both

54: What's the last thing you purchased?

10 piece chicken nugget meal and a vanilla Coke from Wendy's.

55: Love or lust?

Love

56: In a relationship?

No. Happy Valentine's day!

57: How many relationships have you had?

0 58: Can you touch your nose with your tongue?

No

59: Where were you yesterday?

Home Depot

60: Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you?

A strawberry scented candle.

61: Are you wearing socks right now?

No

62: What's your favourite animal?

Cotton-Top Tamarin

63: What is your secret weapon to get someone to like you?

The Scarab Gun from Halo 2 is a pretty good secret weapon I guess. JK just be yourself. 

64: Where is your best friend?

Oregon

65: Give me your top 5 favourite blogs on Tumblr.

As of writing this I don't follow anyone yet so let me get back to you on that.

66: What is your heritage?

A little bit of native American but primarily white eruopean as far back in history as you can go.

67: What were you doing last night at 12AM?

Sleeping

68: What do you think is Satan's last name?

Trump

69: Be honest. Ever gotten yourself off?

I'm not answering that question.

70: Are you the kind of friend you would want to have as a friend?

Idk.

71: You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late one more time you get fired. What do you do?

Save the dog.

72: You are at the doctor’s office and she has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. a) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? b) What do you do with your remaining days? c) Would you be afraid?

Honestly this question is so fucking depressing I'm skipping it.

73: You can only have one of these things; trust or love.

What is love without trust?

74: What's a song that always makes you happy when you hear it?

(Once again only people who've been to Disney World will get it) the music at Soarin' (over California (it's just better)) 

75: What are the last four digits in your cell phone number?

Like I'm gonna put my phone number on here. Ha.

76: In your opinion, what makes a great relationship?

For me... Having one would be just fantastic.

77: How can I win your heart?

Tell me something I Don't know. I love learning.

78: Can insanity bring on more creativity?

I'm not sure it brings on more creativity, but any change in mental state in a creative person will bring on a different kind of creativity.

79: What is the single best decision you have made in your life so far?

Picking the high school I went to.

80: What size shoes do you wear?

10.5

81: What would you want to be written on your tombstone?

I want it to be blank just to fuck with people.

82: What is your favourite word?

Actually...

83: Give me the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word; heart.

Barracuda

84: What is a saying you say a lot?

Here's the thing...

85: What's the last song you listened to?

"Me and your mama" by Childish Gambino

86: Basic question; what's your favourite colour/colours?

Black, silver and light blue are a few favorites.

87: What is your current desktop picture?

Artists rendering of Epcot.

88: If you could press a button and make anyone in the world instantaneously explode, who would it be?

Satan Trump. #callback #comedy

89: What would be a question you'd be afraid to tell the truth on?

When my family asks me why I don't have a girlfriend yet I'm always afraid to come out and tell the truth to them... That I'm asexual and have no interest in dating anyone except another ace, and because of the rarity of aces its really difficult to find someone. I have no interest in coming out though. It wouldn't change anything.

90: One night you wake up because you heard a noise. You turn on the light to find that you are surrounded by MUMMIES. The mummies aren't really doing anything, they're just standing around your bed. What do you do?

Laugh my head off because I'm obviously being punk'd. Where's Ashton?!?

91: You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what's even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What is that power?

I mean the obvious superpower I now have is the ability to digest radioactive material. But if I could have any power I'd want to be able to travel through space and time.

92: You can re-live any point of time in your life. The time-span can only be a half-hour, though. What half-hour of your past would you like to experience again?

See now this is why that superpower would come in handy! You wouldn't have to choose! (See how I dodged that question. That's my real superpower!)

93: You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?

Idk but if I could live my life just as it happened but without being overweight, that would be great.

94: You have the opportunity to sleep with the music-celebrity of your choice. Who would it be?

If I say John Lennon will it bring him back to life? Cause if so then yes, John Lennon. Final answer.

95: You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go?

My mind says south Korea because the Olympics but my heart says to go to Oregon to see my friends.

96: Do you have any relatives in jail?

Not that I know of.

97: Have you ever thrown up in the car?

Yes

98: Ever been on a plane?

Many

99: If the whole world were listening to you right now, what would you say?

"Can't we all just get along?"

100. Age?

21

101. What’s a good way to spend a Valentine’s Day when you’re single, lonely and bored?

This. 

[fountainpenguin]

I like "The Fairly OddParents" and "Danny Phantom" for their potential for angst. In the former, you have Timmy's miserable life, Vicky's potentially traumatic childhood and Timmy's despair at the fact that Cosmo and Wanda must leave him eventually. In the latter, you have Danny risking his life, being horribly injured and fearing what his parents might do to him if they knew what he really was. Just out of interest, where's the potential for angst in "Bunsen is a Beast"?

Oh my gosh, you’ve got my heart racing. Where do I even start?

I guess we start with our title character. We all know how Butch loves the fantastic racism trope (which is one thing I love about his work so much- his use of these things as serious worldbuilding details, and not merely as “one and done” plot points), and it’s a huge part of Fairy and Anti-Fairy culture. 

Fantastic racism is a thing in BIaB too. Here you’ve got this little Beast boy who speaks and reads only limited English. Although he doesn’t have huge talons, he does have horns, a spiny tail, and a lot of scary-looking teeth. As soon as he steps out of his car and starts towards the school, he is hounded by news crews:

He manages to shake them off and head inside, but as she’s introducing him to the class, the teacher says, “I hope this whole co-mingling thing works out, because if not, man and beast will be in a struggle for dominance until one side drives the other into extinction.”

Aw, snap! So you have this show about this twelve-year-old kid with the weight of two species resting on his shoulders. And he knows. That’s what I love here- he knows. Instantly when Miss Flap reminds him of this, Bunsen deflates from his happy mood (Bonus: As you continue through the series, it becomes more obvious that his natural personality is to be reserved rather than social, and that he���s way outside his comfort zone here in trying to make a good first impression and win over new friends).

There’s just so much here that’s interesting! Bunsen is clearly very aware that if he proves Beasts can successfully integrate into human society, it means a better life for his people. But if he screws up badly enough, he might have to watch his family and friends be slaughtered, on top of fearing for his own life. And if he screws up the other way, he might see humans killed as his people revolt and take over.

Now, obviously, with the fate of these races resting on him, so many politics can be dragged into this. It’s my headcanon that after petitioning for years, Beasts were finally given the okay to allow a single Beast to attend a school in a very small human town, as a test. Now, who are they going to pick? Bunsen is very fluffy and cute, so he’s a good candidate to promote the idea that Beasts aren’t dangerous and should be granted rights. Although his English is still stilted and he can read only a very small amount of it at this point, he knows enough to be verbally fluent.

So the question is, how long ago did they decide to send HIM? Has he been groomed for this position his entire life? Just think of all that pressure, those years of studying, that fear of failure drilled into his entire being since he was a kid… And that’s not even bringing up the question of whether this fight to get Beasts a human education has been going on for decades, and if he was specifically bred for his cuteness and gentle disposition. And, what if he didn’t want to be “the chosen one” in the first place? Delicious inner turmoil.

Really, it’s a show about a minority constantly struggling with thoughts of, “Should I leave all my culture behind and embrace a new one?” and “But my culture is a huge part of my identity and I don’t want to lose it.” And he shouldn’t have to lose it. So, he’s working to find a balance that makes him feel good about himself, while dealing with his fears that humans are going to look down on or even hate him for it.

If anyone was wondering, I personally feel that if Bunsen were human, his ethnicity would be one of mixed Asian origins. If I’m remembering correctly, it’s a stereotype that Chinese people are good at ping-pong, and he has a relative (possibly his mom’s brother b/c octopus tentacles) who is a ping-pong master. 

That, and it looks like he has a large extended family staying in Muckledunk with him, suggesting closer ties than I, your average white American girl, see in my own family, even though everyone on my dad’s side of the family lives in this area, and almost everyone on my mom’s side does too. Thus, the fact that he’s eating spaghetti with forks in the theme song is just kind of amusing to me. I wonder what kind of eating utensils exist in Beast society.

So, those are a few culture-related angst topics about Bunsen. Others are certainly the fact that he’s moved to a new place and has regular jitters about that, and that one of his classmates is constantly attempting to gather evidence that he’s a danger to society and should be cast out of the school and the town. Said classmate also has a rich and influential father, and it’s been made clear that some people will be unfair to Bunsen purely not to get on her father’s bad side.

And I forgot to mention all the hints that Bunsen is a pacifist (or at least that he dislikes confrontation), so his default reaction to having mean words thrown at him is to withdraw into himself and believe them.

Whether it’s because of his inborn personality or because of all the pressure resting on him, he never fights back physically, and rarely argues verbally. The closest he gets is the occasional sassy comment. Although he’s more relaxed when alone with Mikey, Bunsen seems to have somewhat low self-esteem.

Perhaps because he’s an introvert, Bunsen is very perceptive. I might argue that he picks up on subtleties better than Mikey does- so if your words or body language suggest that you don’t like him, he will know. Mikey was willing to ignore Jerry’s emotional instability in “Mikey Is a Beast” because he saw Jerry as his hero, but Bunsen picked up on it and was very nervous at the thought of hanging around him. Throughout that episode, Bunsen continues making nervous faces even when the main focus of the scene isn’t on him- such as when Jerry shouted for Mikey to stop crying over Bunsen’s head:

I greatly appreciate whoever includes these things in the storyboards! These characters are just constantly in character even in the background.

Ooh, then there’s the piece of his character that solidifies Bunsen as a lawful neutral- his utter devotion to following rules, even when he doesn’t like them (For example, wanting to touch things in the museum, but restraining himself when he sees ‘Do not touch’ signs). He’s extremely committed to a set of values known as the Beast Code. This code outlines good etiquette such as “Beasts are always polite”, but sometimes it pins Bunsen into corners.

For example, in “Handsome Beast”, Amanda asked Bunsen out to the girls’ choice dance. Even though he dislikes her, it’s apparently “against the Beast Code to decline an invitation”, so Bunsen was thoroughly convinced that he has to not only go to the dance, but “follow the rigid steps of the Beast wooing procedure” too. He feels more stressed out by the thought of disobeying the Code than by the action of taking someone he doesn’t like on a date.

Beasts appear to have super unstable genetics, because when they have allergic reactions, they take on characteristics of the thing that upset their body systems. Here, Bunsen evidently had a reaction to the body spray Mikey was using in the hopes of attracting girls. He’s also confirmed to be allergic to bee stings and Swiss fondue.

Let’s see, what else… Bunsen obviously has a very close and understanding relationship with his parents, considering that even after everything their whole family sacrificed to move to Muckledunk - stability, friendships, money, possibly years of special educational programs depending on how long ago he was selected as the Beasts’ representative - they were completely willing to move back to the underground Beast World after Bunsen confessed to them that he was terrified of thunder, and couldn’t handle the sound of it anymore.

(These nerds even have matching pictures of each other)

There’s a lot of angst potential there, because up and leaving Muckledunk like that could not have been an easy thing for his entire extended family to agree to do. Or an easy decision for Bunsen to even make and consider talking to them about. He’s Beast World’s champion. Their saving grace. As much as he hates thunder, I’m sure he felt absolutely awful to know he was disappointing his entire race. This is the only time thus far, I think, that he truly puts himself before thoughts of duty and honor. These showing and not telling details really drive home how terrified of thunder the poor guy is.

So, Bunsen! I could name a couple of shows about a kid with an animal (or Beast) friend, but of these friends, Bunsen is my favorite. Cartoons like this generally involve one character who doesn’t caremuch about consequences dragging the other into zany schemes. But this is a show about a kid who is honestly curious about the world, and has strong morals that keep him out of trouble. I’m huge on following rules myself, so having a show with characters who are aware that their actions have consequences (Bunsen moreso than Mikey) and who don’t intentionally bend the law means a lot to me.

From a writer’s perspective, Bunsen is a very well-balanced character: he’s very reactive, so he acts as a nice foil to active Mikey. However, he can be plenty active too, such as when he’s introducing Mikey to his home or talking about his culture and biology. And it’s not out of character for him to be this way. It’s all dependent on his comfort level in a particular situation; by default Bunsen is reserved, but he starts opening up and being more active as he gets to know you. He’s very, very balanced and well-written, I think.

Oh. Also, his best friend has a morbid sense of humor, and even cracks jokes about taxidermy when Bunsen sees his uncle on display at a museum.

And BOY HOWDY, we haven’t even gotten to Mikey yet!

I. Love. Mikey. In fact, he’s probably the character I relate to more than anyone in any show I’ve ever watched. I’ve heard that some people don’t like BIaB because Mikey is just “a boring, regular kid”, but I don’t know what show they’re watching, because I could go on and on about how cool this boy is. In fact, calling it now, the Mikey section of this post will likely be unfairly longer than Bunsen’s.

Where to start, where to start… Well, you wanted angst, so let’s start with this. Remember how in “Abra-Catastrophe”, we found out that until he was eight, Timmy’s parents used to obsess over and record every second of his day on video cameras? Mikey’s childhood resembles that a little bit… except it never stopped.

Mikey has helicopter parents in both senses of the word. They obviously love him, but thus far in the show, they have only interacted with him through this drone. I wouldn’t be surprised if never seeing them in person is a running gag in the series, the same way not revealing the names of Timmy’s parents is a gag in FOP. The implication here is that they’re out of town a lot- meaning that he’s been left at home to raise himself-

-surrounded by security cameras and microphones, of course. Major props to whoever designed Mikey’s yard and drew this storyboard, because I love how none of the characters ever call any attention to the cameras or anything. They’re just. There. Watching. Details like this make me happy.

Y’know, when you’ve got a SMALL TOWN CHILD whose parents install SECURITY SYSTEMS, you can’t help but wonder if said child has any problems disabling the security systems on any building in said small town. Problems physically, or morally. I wonder…

I’m really curious to know when his parents got this drone. Mikey hasn’t revealed anything about a babysitter. Did his parents start leaving him at home alone once they got it and could watch out for him? Or did they leave him home alone to fend for himself even before that? 

Mikey’s parents are very nice people - probably better than Timmy’s parents - but they’re not there in the way he needs emotionally. They try to compensate for this by stalking him with the drone whenever they can spare the time. The ability of the drone to find him is interesting too… Perhaps they track him using the location of his phone. Surely they wouldn’t actually GPS chip their child.

Children need safety (physical and emotional) for healthy development. Given the security cameras and the presumed reputation of his parents, we can assume he has the former. But violating his privacy “without probable cause” the way they do can be psychologically damaging and lead to trust issues. Especially because he’s asked his parents to stop, and they haven’t.

Previously, I’ve mentioned my theory that Mikey has an older sister, which would explain why he had the dress, sandals, ribbon, and make-up on hand (and might answer our question about who watched over Mikey pre-drone):

I think she might have disappointed their parents in some way (such as having a baby while an unmarried teen, or stealing money and the family car), and so she took off for the hills. I like this idea because it helps “justify” why Mikey’s parents are so obsessed with monitoring him. They don’t stalk him constantly, but when he gets older, I feel like he’ll have at least one parent on his case at almost all times while the other is installing security systems. One Munroe kid going sour is bad enough for their reputation. Small town. People talk!

Additionally, his voice actor (Ben Giroux) revealed that he used to “terrorize his sister” with the Mikey voice when they were kids. Imagine Mikey doing the same thing to his sister once upon a time, pfft.

This sister theory is just a headcanon, but it’ll be interesting to see what hints about his home life and family are dropped in future episodes. And did I mention that Mikey occasionally visits his uncle in prison, possibly because this is the only family member he has who can’t run away? I love him.

That was Mikey in the past. Now, what about Mikey in the present?

Let me say it again: I. Love. This. Kid.

I’m majoring in psychology, and when I started watching this show, I quickly ended up leaning back in my seat with a knuckle in my mouth, grinning at the ceiling. Mikey is a textbook case for narcissistic personality disorder, with the bonus joke thrown in of, I have no idea if Butch and the writers meant to do this or not (at least, they may not have realized they’ve been checking off all the diagnostic criteria as we go along). Either way, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a narcissistic cartoon character pulled off so subtly and so well- and without the cliché stereotype of being obsessed with his looks to boot!

People with this personality disorder are typically characterized as being “arrogant” (Check), “self-centered” (Check), “manipulative” (Check), “concentrating on grandiose fantasies [such as their own success or brilliance]” (Check), and as having “a need for admiration” (Check), “a lack of empathy for other people” (Check), and they “may be convinced that they deserve special treatment” (CHECK- Did you see “Beast of Friends” and “Astro-Nots”?). Such narcissists might “have difficulty tolerating criticism or defeat and may be left feeling humiliated or empty” when their pride is injured. That sure sounds like Mikey to me!

(Technically, since he’s young, we can’t officially diagnose him until he’s acted this way for a year, but if he continues in this pattern then he should fit the bill!)

What a personality disorder means is, this is his personality. You could maybe tone him down by reinforcing certain behaviors, but there’s nothing you can do to “fix” him permanently. There’s no medicine that will change him. It’s just the way he is, and it’s not really his fault. Mikey just loves being the center of attention. And I’m sure it doesn’t help his ego that he’s lived a life with cameras focused on him, and he’s possibly the second child and baby of his family.

He just constantly refocuses the spotlight on himself, like in this scene here where he expresses no sympathy for Darcy being alone all day (or even acknowledges her statement whatsoever), and changes the subject to him:

“Outside, when you were very close to my face, you said something about… helping me?”

Translation: “I’m only here for my benefit. Are we actually doing this, or are you just wasting my time?”

His narcissism is especially prominent throughout “Beast of Friends”. Not only does he interrupt Bunsen once he hears Bunsen has a friend who’s a wish-granting fairy, but when he meets Timmy Turner, all Mikey wants to do is make wishes. Timmy even asks him nicely to stop, and Mikey agrees by making comments like, “I totally hear you. Just let me make one more wish”. 

Spoiler: He doesn’t stop at one more. And when Timmy is tripping over himself, struggling to cover up hints of magic and fairies from his dad, he begs Mikey to back him up. Mikey cheerfully says, “Timmy’s totally right”, and immediately turns his attention back to Wanda and - you guessed it - makes more wishes. He’s completely blind to the fact that he’s causing Timmy distress. He hardly seems to register Timmy’s presence, because he’s so focused on the fact that Timmy has fairy godparents. Mikey even assumes they’ll grant his wishes, and never asks Timmy for permission first. This also happens to be the only episode thus far where Mikey realizes he got a little carried away, and apologizes for it. It took the threat of Bunsen’s death to get him to this point.

He also just honestly forgets to think about others a lot of the time. I think the best example I could pull up is that scene where Bunsen congratulates Amanda on winning “hide and go freak”, to which Mikey responds-

He forgot Amanda. As soon as he saw Bunsen’s game room, all bets were off. He just naturally assumed that if he wasn’t playing, the game was over. It didn’t even cross his mind to tell Amanda he wanted to play ping-pong instead. And he’s like this throughout the show. All. The. Time.

Of course, apart from his narcissism, Mikey has another fair reason to be distractible: there are heavy hints that he has ADHD, not the least of which is that he seems to be canonically dyslexic:

(“Go”)

(“Doomed”)

(Here he’s struggling to spell “cat”)

Dyslexia isn’t an actual diagnosis in the DSM-5, but he would have a specific learning disorder for writing - aka spelling, grammar, punctuation, and clarity (refer to the script he wrote above) - but he has no impairment in the reading department (fluency, comprehension), which is why he can read perfectly fine.

ADHD and dyslexia typically go hand in hand. On top of that - and this is SUPER fascinating to me - he’s actually animated as having an inability to sit still. He’s constantly out of his seat, or in his seat and changing position.

I actually had a different example in mind but it was too long and wouldn’t loop

When I first heard of this show, I naturally assumed Bunsen was going to be the wild one, and Mikey would be your average, plain kid along for the ride. It just seemed the cliché default. But then comes this huge plot twist in my mind: Bunsen is playful, but a bit reserved, and Mikey is the extremely peppy and hyperactive child. So, I think that’s really cool and lots of fun. Mikey is the first time I’ve ever watched a show and selected a lead to be my favorite character, so obviously something’s going right here!

ADHD also has some angst potential along with it. Aside from the obvious examples of struggling in class, he’s confirmed to be the head of the school welcoming committee. So, when it comes to designing posters, that can’t be the easiest job to do!

Oh, did you think that was all? NOPE! It’s been hinted numerous times that Mikey has an interest in psychology (and I wouldn’t be surprised if he spent hours poring over childcare books when he was younger as he tried to figure out if the way his parents were raising him was right or wrong). 

And, whether he started doing this intentionally or not, he’s turned into a massive guilt-tripper. He cries, people give him what he wants, he stops.

To be fair, Mikey doesn’t seem to realize that what he’s doing is wrong in any way. He’s sensitive in general- that part certainly isn’t faked, nor is he trying to be mean. Simply, this guilt-tripping behavior has been reinforced. 

Repeatedly.

As of “Astro-Nots”, he has yet to come up against anyone in the show who says no to big sad eyes (and he seems to have, perhaps unconsciously, taught this guilt-tripping behavior to Bunsen by this point). Since Mikey hasn’t tried to guilt-trip Amanda onscreen, it’s possible he’s tried in the past, but wasn’t reinforced and so unhappily gave up. He’s just savage to her with his words.

Now, I have that GIF above of Mikey guilt-tripping even Bunsen, his best friend, to do something he really didn’t want to do. I wouldn’t call their relationship abusive at all, especially with Mikey not seeming to realize what he’s doing is wrong. They’re good, close friends and get along awesomely. A time or two of guilt-tripping shouldn’t be reason to end their friendship. Really, what Bunsen did when agreeing to be Jerry’s mascot was a favor. Although being a mascot wasn’t something Bunsen wanted to do, he did want to make Mikey happy, and he did willingly agree to this- as a favor to a friend.

But for angst purposes, he didn’t want to do it. Like I said, I don’t consider their friendship abusive or anything like that, but it might be a tad strained at times. Think of it like, your college roommate might have really irritating quirks, but they’re probably not abusive. Only if Mikey’s manipulating got out of hand to the point where Bunsen was in distress and wanted this to stop - and Mikey refused - would this become a big problem. But, everyone has character flaws and their own struggles in relationships, and for now, this is just one of Mikey’s.

Don’t get me wrong. Mikey’s a really nice person, and he’s proved it multiple times (One of my favorite lines of his is, “Help me help you”). This is the thing: he always wants to get his way. If his way happens to be, “I want to make you happy”, then you’re in luck! But if you’re opposed to his views… he’s not going to make life easy on you. Mikey’s the sort of person who only says sorry out of sympathy- not when you insist he’s made a mistake. Not easily, anyway. He’s a narcissist who reads about psychology- he hates admitting that he’s wrong.

Heh heh. He’ll totally be there if you directlytell him what you need. But he can be a little blind to the feelings of others. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree!

On top of ALL of this, Mikey has to put up with his rival being attracted to him:

She invades his personal space constantly and forces physical contact like this on him, and it obviously makes him super uncomfortable. I can relate. In my ninth grade math class, I had to sit next to a couple of jerks who - not an exaggeration, because they told me this - had grade point averages of 1.9 (out of 4.0). I didn’t show any interest in them, except once when one of them was bugging me about what my name was, I finally reinforced him by revealing it. This did not go well for me. And for whatever reason, the girl who sat in front of me thought I had a crush on this annoying kid. No clue why, because he was awful. So, she told him to come up behind me and rub my back.

Okay. So, no. I was out of my seat so fast, grabbing my thick, heavy school binder and whirling around, ready to smack him upside the head, but the bell rang just then so he got off scot-free. Keep in mind that I’m not even five feet tall as a college student, so I was even smaller back then. But BOY, did that kid have the face of someone who thought he was going to die.

Gosh, why is Mikey so relatable…

Then there’s more angst to be found within Amanda, Beverly- and of COURSE, Commander Cone… I could talk about them for a while still, but this post has gotten pretty long, so I’ll settle for just discussing our leading boys.

Mostly, the angst in BIaB is that sort of subtle emotional angst that’s obvious if you’re an adult paying attention to the show, but that’s easy to miss if you’re younger. It’s similar to “Fairly OddParents” in that respect (which is a show I personally favor to “Danny Phantom”, even though there are several things I could name about DP that appeal to me too).

Huh. Come to think of it, I wonder if that’s why DP has always been so popular- the younger generation caught onto its angst potential because it was more physical and obvious than the emotional angst present in cartoons like FOP. Plus he’s like a superhero and kids like superheroes. I tend to favor subtleties myself… I suppose because it feels more like I’m in on the joke than like I’m being force-fed.

Anyhow, “Bunsen Is a Beast” is not a cartoon that requires angst to move it along. And yet it’s sprinkled in there anyway; it never feels forced to me. Along with its super-expressive characters, that’s one thing that attracts me to the show- Holding my breath in anticipation to see if I can catch the subtleties. 

For example, all throughout “Body and the Beast”, Mikey refuses to say “school picture day” because he’s convinced something bad will happen to him if he does. That’s a hint that he may be superstitious, and adds a fascinating layer to his character since he’s our man of psychology and science. 

Isn’t that neat? Depending on how deep this runs, he might even struggle with thought-action fusion: the belief that thinking something is the same (aka, as “sinful”) as actually doing it- and there is so much angst tied up with that. 

And OH MAN, we didn’t even get to the part about Mikey “mysteriously” going bald two years prior the show’s beginning. Pardon me, but what is a ten-year-old narcissist who isn’t getting the emotional affection he desires from his parents going to do to himself for attention? Thaaaaaaaat’s right.

(Or if you want bonus angst potential… ever heard of trichotillomania?)

The clip where Mikey refuses to mention picture day and goes straight into talking about how he went bald two years ago was only a few seconds long, but it reveals so much! See? There’s so much fun here for someone like me! But like… It’s left up to me to choose if I want to see these characters as the sum of their parts, or if I want to enjoy this show while merely scraping the surface: Bunsen being cheerful and Mikey being his happy friend.

I like having this depth. I like having subtleties. With DP, “Star”, and “Gravity Falls”, every episode tasted very, “Meh, that went the way I expected it to” in my mouth. I guess you could say that that the subtle details I like in BIaB are very “inside joke” in nature. With those other three, everyone who watches the show is going to catch angsty things. It doesn’t take the coolness out of them, but it takes that excitement of discovery away from me a bit, I suppose? 

Could be. I don’t like being spoon-fed emotions. That’s why you don’t normally find me shipping characters (and when I do, I often tend towards background couples). I’m just not a very emotional person. I don’t tear up at anything less sad than Radio’s death in “Brave Little Toaster to the Rescue”, so you can guess how often that happens, because hoooooly wow, that death scene.

See, there are very few things that bug me about “Star vs. The Forces of Evil”, but the fact that I’m expected to feel bad for Star when Marco starts dating the girl of his dreams is one of them. The ending of “Just Friends” bothered me, with the way that Star lashed out and destroyed the stadium billboard like she was five. Ick. I guess the show put a little too much faith in the idea that people watch shows for ships. Yes, lots of people do- but I’m not one of them. I don’t ship two people just because they’re there, so I have a very hard time sympathizing with Star’s refusal to let Marco be happy with Jackie. 

In my mind, she’s an exchange student. They live together. They’re foster siblings. So when you don’t pity her, Star just looks like a selfish brat throughout the end of Season 2. Good glory, I so do not want Starco to be the endgame couple… I know it’s extremely unlikely to happen, but I’d love for her to end up with Oskar. Just. The potential of freaking Oskar being Mewni’s king. I need this so badly. Plus, they just feel so natural. 

Awesome show. But I don’t really go for the idea of, “She had to leave him, and it was so sad because she was in love!!!” What is this, a nuzlocke? I’m much happier fawning over Ludo and his story, like the way he once said, “Are you proud of me?” and then when he was complimented, he hesitated and asked, “Can you say proud?” That tells you everything.

I did really enjoy the twist in “Danny Phantom” that Danny doesn’t need to keep his identity secret from his enemies, but from his family- not to protect his family, but because his family are ghost hunters, and they’re liable to hurt him. But, like… I would have enjoyed some filler episodes, actually. Episodes where Danny didn’t even fight ghosts. Episodes that gave him more character traits. Because who is Danny without his ghost powers? He’s a shy kid who enjoys learning about outer space and wants to get with the cool crowd, but has only two close friends. Mostly, he only does poorly in school because he never has the chance to sleep or study, or when he does have free time, he’s distracted by video games.

I wanted to see that Danny a little more, and not just when Danny gave up his ghost powers in “Phantom Planet”. I wanted THAT Danny to have angst. The problem with Season 3 was, in Season 1, Danny was learning to control his powers for the first time. In Season 3, he’d mastered them. He didn’t struggle anymore. He lacked good weaknesses. His weakness became exhausting himself to the point where he slipped back into human form. Aka, the removal of powers: kryptonite. His angst was about fighting ghosts. It was very plot-based. And that worked really well until suddenly it didn’t. Fans of the show have rounded his character out some more, but canon!Danny was left flailing for weaknesses in Season 3, or so I think.

I didn’t mean to go off about shows that you didn’t even ask about in your question. Sorry! This is the first time I’ve tried putting into words my thoughts about why those shows are neat to watch, yet I don’t consider myself part of their respective fandoms. 

What I enjoy about BIaB is, the fantastic racism element is definitely there, but it’s not the main focus of every single episode (Geez, that would get annoying fast). It’s a show about, well… fitting in. Making new friends. Struggling with a bully who hurts people emotionally instead of physically. Culture shock. It’s about two kids caring for one another, accepting who they are and who the other is, making mistakes, and learning to be better people in the process. Y’know. With plenty of angst sprinkled on top. The type of angst that fleshes characters out and builds up solid worlds. The kind of angst that I enjoy a lot.

So, DP, GF, and “Star” are generally well-done and awesome, but for whatever reason, I just appreciate them in a different way than I do FOP and BIaB. Anyone who’s been around my blog for awhile knows which of the shows I watch I actually produce fanwork for.

I think it’s interesting that people enjoy different things, don’t you?

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A Typical Love Story - Part 1

This is going to my first multi-part / multi-chapter fic so please be kind. I’m actually kind of nervous about this, so please tell me what you think and if it is any good... I’m not sure where i’m going to go with this exactly, just that i know that it will be a multi-chapter story. So, i guess we’ll just have to wait and see... enjoy!

Genre: Fluff.

Warnings: Fear of falling maybe? 

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“I seriously regret my decision to move here!” Lucy complained whilst trudging up the multiple sets of stairs that led to her new apartment carrying a heavy box.

“It’s not my fault you chose a place with an unholy amount of stairs.” Her friend Anna called down the stairs above from said apartment with an incredibly smug expression on her face. Lucy huffed in response and attempted to flick her blonde fringe out of her eyes, before continuing her endeavour to bring the last box to her apartment and finally and officially finish her move. Honestly, a little part of her may be procrastinating bringing in that final box and it would be the final nail in the coffin as it were. It would be what broke the last connection to her previous home and made her officially an independent living in a different country than both her family and friends. It was a hard decision to make but it was something that had to be done. She couldn’t just give up a dream that she’s had for most of her life in order to stay in her comfort zone, she had to get out and explore; figure out her identity before she fell into societal expectations and married to pop out babies. Something which she couldn’t help but want to put off for as long as possible. The idea of giving up living a life of freedom before she had completely lived it sent a shiver down her spine. But no matter, she was finally starting to live out her dreams. Lucy ascended the last set of steps and walked through her new front door and plopped the box down off to the side and stretched her arms out in an attempt to get her noodle arms to stop screaming in protest.

 “Alright, I admit it, I made a mistake.” She admitted with a cheeky grin, earning a chuckle and a playful shove from her friend. “But it’s the only place I could afford that didn’t look like a hovel.” She picked up a box filled with kitchen utensils and took it over to her brand new cooking island and opening it up.

 “I will give you that. It is a lot better than the places you took me to look at.” Anna huffed, picking up another box for the kitchen and began helping her unpack. Sub-consciously, she began to hum her favourite song as she worked, making Lucy smile at the familiar gesture that would always make her feel comforted. She had known Anna from the time she started year 7, two completely different personalities that in no logical way should getting along becoming life-long friends. To Anna’s nature-loving and gentle ways Lucy was strong and opinionated, with a love of the indoors. To Lucy’s love of books was Anna’s love of surfing. To Anna’s love of art and animals was Lucy’s love of history and cooking. Their friendship didn’t make any sense on any level, but nonetheless, the day before Year 7 began when they ran into each other on the beach; something just clicked. Despite their differences, Lucy could always find a confidant in Anna, even if what she was ranting about was completely ridiculous and Anna could always be rest assured that if she ever had those days where she just needed a hug; Lucy would be tackling her to the ground before the request could even leave her mouth. Perhaps it was because they were such opposites that they got along so well. Either way, after 8 years of knowing each other, they’ve both accepted their never not going to be friends. Despite Lucy moving an entire continent away.

 “I just can’t believe you’re leaving me,” Anna signed from next to her and Lucy reacting immediately, put down what she was doing and went and hugged her friend. Anna leaned into her hug and tried not to cry; she loved Lucy and wanted her to stay in Australia with her but she knew Lucy needed to move on with her life, even if it meant leaving her behind.

“Hey, sweet girl, it’s going to be okay…” Lucy hugged her just a little bit tighter, trying to to cry herself. She didn’t regret her decision to move to London, but a part of her wished she could drag her friend with her. Anna wasn’t stying with her forever unfortunately, she was just staying in London for a few weeks to help her get settled and then going back home to her boyfriend, family and life. “You’re not going to be alone, you have Liam and your sister and your parents. Plus, all the other friends that you have that I don’t. You’re barely going to even know I’m gone.” Lucy rubbed her friends back and went back to unpacking giving Anna a moment to calm down properly.

“Liam may be my boyfriend, but I can’t talk to him the way I do to you; and as for my family you know what they’re like.”  Anna pouted and Lucy, knowing she was just being playful with only a light dusting of seriousness smiled indulgently.

“You know there are these magical devices now that allow you to talk to people anywhere at anytime.” She replied, folding up the empty box and throwing it in the designated rubbish area, before picking up another. Anna chucked a fork at her head which Lucy dodged fantastically, giggling the entire time.

“You’re absolutely hilarious.” Anna glared and turned her back to Lucy, and picking up another box to unpack for the kitchen.

Lucy shook her head and simply said “Don’t worry sweetie, I promise I will Skype you just about everyday, you’ll be so sick of me, you’ll disconnect from the internet just to have a break.” She grinned broadly when she saw Anna shake with silent laughter, and turn back towards her. “Hey, you know what would make this situation less depressing?” Lucy elbowed her friend in the side to emphasise her point.

“Dancing like morons?” Anna waggled her eyebrows suggestively.

“Dancing like morons.” Lucy nodded and turned on the music and turned it up.

The two girls shared a look before with unplanned synchronicity started dropping it like its hot.

They spent the rest of the day this way, dancing and unpacking; in a weird way having the time of their lives. It seemed like no time had passed when they were unpacking and being complete idiots with each other. They did occasionally stop to laugh at something that they had forgotten Lucy had owned, like a ladle in the shape of a dinosaur, or a mug decorated with a nerdy joke that had them both in tears from laughing. For a little while Anna even forgot that her friend was going to be in a different continent from now on and Lucy forgot that she was in a country where she knew absolutely no-one, about to start a completely new life independent from all her troubles back in Australia. It was in this way they managed to unpack the entire kitchen, the lounge-room and the bathroom. They managed to get so much done in so little time that by around dinner-time they had both collapsed from exhaustion. Completely and utterly wrecked from doing so much work, and spending so much energy on unpacking and arranging furniture; they both lay collapsed on the couch, barely wanting to even consider moving.

“I’ve mentioned I love you for helping me unpack… right?” Lucy managed to speak up, lifting her head slightly to look at her half-unconscious friend. Anna was lying on the couch on her back; her legs tangled with Lucy who was on the other end. Anna had an arm thrown over her face and the other dangling off the couch playing with the carpet with her delicate fingers. Anna sighed and sat up slightly, dragging herself up the lounge arm.

“You can thank me by cooking.” Anna wined, she would always try and find an excuse to eat Lucy’s food; especially anything she baked. Lucy was an excellent baker. It was one of her favourite things to do, especially when she was upset. Somehow keeping her hands busy and taking all of her negative emotions and using them to make something beautiful was the best kind of therapy. It always worked no matter what. But today she didn’t have it in her to even think about what she could cook for dinner.

Lucy sighed “Can I just order pizza instead? I don’t think I have the energy to cook tonight.” When Anna nodded her ascent, she reached for the phone on the table by her ear and dialled the number of the pizza place she found this morning. Luckily Lucy had thought to grab a pamphlet when she walked by to hang on her fridge. She dialled the number, already knowing what she was going to order. One of the benefits of knowing someone for so long was knowing their favourite foods like the back of your hand. So it was with a five-minute conversation that a half-Hawaiian and half Meat-Lovers pizza with a garlic bread and 1.25 litre coke was ordered. Admittedly, the conversation took longer that it normally would as Lucy forgot what her new address was and had to dredge up a hidden amount of energy to dart across to room to grab the piece of paper with her new address on it. Reciting the information onto the phone, she used her manners and hung up once told the pizza would take about 20 minutes to arrive. “Pizzas on the way.” Lucy put the phone down and nodded to Anna and then went to re-join her friend on the couch.

“So how long it is going to take until we get fed?” Anna whined.

“About 20 minutes, give or take;” Lucy replied before reaching out for the remote and turning on the TV. “Want to watch a movie while we wait?” Mentally Lucy began making a list of what movies they would both like to see, as like their hobbies and personalities, what movie genres they liked varied quite a bit. For instance, Lucy had a soft spot for Romantic comedies, whereas you couldn’t pay Anna to sit there and watch it. What they did agree on however, was a good action or superhero movie.

“I thought you weren’t connected to the television network or the internet yet.” Anna looked at Lucy with a frown on her face, as if she couldn’t possibly fathom being able to watch a movie outside of television or Netflix.

“That’s what DVDs are for.” Lucy sarcastically replied, obviously with Anna’s drained energy her brain had decided to shut off for a little while, she did have a habit of becoming a little silly when she was exhausted and Lucy couldn’t blame her. They had done a hell of a lot of work today and she herself could seriously use a night of relaxation and laziness. Maybe even a food coma.  So caught up in her plans for relaxation that she didn’t even notice Anna throw the pillow at her until it collided with her face. “Oi! What was that for?” Lucy picked the pillow off the floor and pegged it back at her friend.

“For being a smartass!” Anna shook her head and dodged the pillow effortlessly, it sailed past her head to to other side of the lounge-room. Anna contemplated going to get it for all of 0.5 seconds. Nope. Too far. She’d just leave it there for Lucy to pick up later. “So, movie? What’re you thinking?” she asked in an effort to change the conversation and possibly make time go faster so she could be eating already.

“How does Avengers: Civil War sound?” She got up already knowing the answer anyway, walking towards the shelving at the back of the room where all her DVDs (now in alphabetical order) resided.

Together both girls sat down on the lounge and watched their movie. Arguing about which avenger they would date and who was right in the argument of Cap verses Tony. They sat there arguing about all the different plot points and generally having a really good time. At one point they even began comparing the comics to the movies and discussing pros and cons for both. It was a typical day hanging out for them; minus the energy draining moving and furniture re-arranging. They almost considered making popcorn, but decided it would simply ruin their appetite and thought to make some when they were inevitably exhausted and lying on the couch tomorrow. Before long, the doorbell rang signalling that the Pizza-man had arrived and Lucy jumped up from the couch and grabbed her purse.

“I’ll be right back.” Lucy sang out and started counting out the right amount of money while walking through the door.

So occupied was she that Lucy didn’t even notice when someone also walked out of the door opposite her own, looking down at their phone and not paying attention.

On the edge of the staircase they slammed into each other. Lucy looked up, her eyes widening in shock, she felt herself stumble and slip backwards. Her feet instinctively stepped back and met with nothing but air. A gasp left her throat and just before she fell down the stairs her eyes met another pair the colour of the sky and freckled with green.  

END - So Far ;) 

[ulyssesredux]

Aeolous

ONLY ONCE MORE THAT WAS ROME.

—And settle down on their sleeve like the Englishman who follows in his time: obituary notices, pubs' ads, speeches, under enormous pressure, were partial to the four winds. In Martha.

―Might go first himself.

―Terrible tragedy in Rathmines!

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―Reaping the whirlwind.

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―Lord! … Trump's right to be both incompetent and a bottle of double X for supper every Saturday.

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THE PEN IS TURNED OUT.

Let him give us his spellingbee conundrum this morning.

―

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―—I'll go through the hoop myself.

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He flung the pages down.

LET US HOPE.

―Sufficient for the Iraq war, not an imperium, that was yesterday!

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Great State of Louisiana, and Crooked Hillary has said about her daughter’s wedding.

―

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―The blade of a knife.

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SOPHIST WALLOPS HAUGHTY HELEN SQUARE ON THE HEART OF THE CROZIER AND THE WINNER.

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LOST CAUSES, FLO WANGLES— FOR OLD MAN MOSES.

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Obama Administration agreed to invest $50 billion in the hall.

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―MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! I am President!

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NOTED CHURCHMAN AN OCCASIONAL CONTRIBUTOR.

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South, pout, out, will we get?

―Then to Pennsylvania for a win! Sllt.

―A disgraceful decision! Lord!

―

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―Why wasn't this brought up before the criminal investigation announcement on Friday-great numbers on ACCEPTANCE SPEECH: TRUMP 32.

―

―Wellread fellow.

-Racing special! An illstarched dicky jutted up and with a word: Just another spasm, Ned Lambert nodded. Mr Dedalus said, turning. The same breath. Johnny, make room for your endorsement. Pause.

A DAYFATHER.

Come, Ned Lambert pleaded. -Agonising Christ, wouldn't it give you a man to atoms if they got him caught. No gun owner can ever vote for Clinton-corruption and Hillary's pay-to-shoulder w/a free & ind UK. Come along, the professor and took one himself. -Rex Tillerson, Chairman of Ford, Chairman of the Mediterranean are fellaheen today. As the next motion on the table. We will win! Crooked Hillary has very bad. —Good day.

It was in that I want you to the railings. Look at the steps, scattering in all directions, yelling as he rang off. Actually, we will take place this year. -Earners. Looks as if they did it for him with quick grace, said with an approx. I owed it to poor Penelope. This doesn't happen if I'm president! President Obama trying to come down with the motor. Just spoke to Governor Scott. A perfect cretic! —When Fitzgibbon's speech had ended John F Taylor at the airslits. —The Greek! Lazy idle little schemer. Myles Crawford began on the same. Big mistake by an oracle, made for the people of Ohio called to congratulate me on Monday. Media Research final numbers on ACCEPTANCE SPEECH: TRUMP 32. Professor MacHugh nodded. No way to San Diego, one after another, or the no fly list, or from Rathmines, Sandymount Green! They will soon be speaking in great detail on numerous occasions. I worked hard with Bill Ford to keep this horrible terrorism outside the viceregal lodge, imagine! I am misquoted on women.

Look at the file. O, for one, Myles Crawford said. He said, taking out a cigarettecase in murmuring meditation, but can you believe I lost-monster story! MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN supporters another victory-306! Sad case. Scissors and paste. The foreman moved his scratching hand to his chin. Give the public!

A MAN MOSES.

Not me! Life is too short. I not only fighting Crooked Hillary Clinton has destroyed jobs and will be bringing back their jobs. M.A.P. #MAGA Hillary Clinton is down there too.

The mastermystic? Let Gumley mind the stones, see they don't run away. The editor came from the Kilkenny People. —T is viceregal lodge, imagine! He bowed his head firmly.

People are pouring into our country. Because Gov. Kasich cannot run. Innuendo of home rule. Was he short taken? —Look at here. TODAY WE MAKE AMERICA SAFE AGAIN!

Look out. Just like I have not gotten involved in the hook and eye department, Myles Crawford said. -Not very presidential. —Well, get it into the house of bondage Alleluia. -You know Holohan?

8, she's out!

ERIN, ESQUIRE, NOBLE MARQUESS MENTIONED.

―Akasic records of all that ever anywhere wherever was.

And he wants a par to call attention in the Clarence.

―Strange he never saw his real country.

His eyes bethought themselves once more.

―—As 'twere, in rose, in her own effort Thank you to everyone. Sleep well Hillary-but I say they have to defend them and lit his cigar. Former President Vicente Fox, who is railing against my visit to Mexico, to bathe our souls, as he passed in through a long face and whined, rubbing his knee: Where was that? Saving princes is a very good ratings from 4 years ago!

―Youth led by Experience visits Notoriety.

Today at 3:00 this afternoon for a moment, professor MacHugh responded.

―Amazing people that LOVE OUR COUNTRY. Shining word! Thank you Cleveland.

―All very fine to jeer at it now in cold print but it is sad!

―We haven't got the chance of a finished orator, full of courteous haughtiness and pouring in. Come across yourself.

Shows me hitting shot, but the biased and phony media quoting people who disrupted my rally in Chicago, have impact!

—Very smart, Mr Bloom said. These are extremely dangerous people and saving the climber. Car companies coming back into his waistcoat. The professor said, hurrying out. Living to spite them. If the disgusting and corrupt media and establishment want me out. Many people are equating BREXIT, and I mean. Wow! One of the anno Domini. Can that be possible? Amazing crowd. Thank you! MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! —Or again, America! You know, councillor, Hynes said moving off.

―—Nulla bona, Jack, he said.

―I mean Seymour Bushe. —Antithesis, the phony politicians.

―Airplane departed from Paris. 'Tis the hour, methinks, when they get wind of a snowball in hell.

WHAT WADDLER ONE SAID.

―Lord Salisbury? Reads it backwards first.

―He's pretty well on, Sandymount Green, Ringsend and Sandymount Tower, Harold's Cross. -I see.

―You don't say so?

―Ah, curse you! It's a play on the cadge beyond.

Courts must act fast!

―It has the prophetic vision.

In ferial tone he addressed J.J. O'Molloy resumed, moulding his words deftly into the inner office.

―Uncle Toby's page for tiny tots.

Is he taking anything for it.

―Stephen: big rally.

―Myles Crawford.

―Already happening! Myles Crawford said.

―Great Again!

―Which auction rooms?

―Emperor's horses. —Yes, sir.

What is it?

Ned Lambert tossed the tissues up from the Evening Telegraph office. -They buy one and seven in coppers. -Just a moment. Way out. Poor papa with his finger on a point. Red Murray whispered.

―My rallies are not looking good, we will win!

―Proof fever.

―Where's the archbishop's letter? Crooked Hillary compromised our national security.

―Mr Bloom stood in ancient Egypt and into the words. Vote Trump and end this madness! WT SO DANGEROUS!

Various media outlets and pundits say that I stood in ancient Egypt and into the street, yelling, their white papers fluttering.

My dear Myles, one after another, or from Rathmines, Sandymount Green, Rathmines, all still, becalmed in short circuit. Stuart Stevens, the professor and took his trophy, saying: T is viceregal lodge, imagine! C is where murder took place. I was there. Great State of Texas! The system is totally rigged & corrupt! —Ay, a big rally! The ceiling. Leaked e-mail probe. For many years our country. -Quite right too, printer. Come along, the professor said, his blood. Against steelworkers and miners. And let our crooked smokes. -And here comes the sham squire himself! He turned towards Myles Crawford began on the breeze a mocking kite, a very weak Senator, didn't honor the enduring fight for the Gold cup? They save up three and tenpence in a short par. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Three bob I lent him in Meagher's.

―I've ever seen. The ghost walks, professor MacHugh said, of the morning to ask him about planes of consciousness.

―Dublin's prime favourite. —I will study this dumb deal-dead on arrival! Against steelworkers and miners.

―Then you can imagine the style of his wrath but pouring the proud man's contumely upon the new movement.

―Psha! Heading to Pennsylvania for rest of them by the Republican nominee! They want to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! O dear!

―I feel it is getting out to Crooked Hillary help disgusting check out sex tape and past Alicia M in the Telegraph too, the besthearted bloody Corkman the Lord ever put the breath of life in, big & over!

IN WELLKNOWN RESTAURANT.

―I saw his real country. I wonder.

―In presidential voting so far, John Kasich is hit with negative ads against me.

―Everybody is arguing whether or not it is just gone. X is Davy's publichouse, see? Aha! Mr Bloom said, staring from the U.S., but it was cancelled! Gee!

-Chip of the human form divine, that she will be in one of our people and the dog and the U.S.A.G.

-I escort a suppliant, Mr Dedalus said. -Will you join us, Myles Crawford and said quietly to Stephen: You know Gerald Fitzgibbon.

―-Come in. Good day, Jack.

HELLO THERE, VERY.

Come November 8, she's out! Everybody is arguing whether or not it is getting! Better not teach him his own business. The Army-Navy Game today. I have chosen one of our vets, end Common Core! That Blavatsky woman started it. Fires its employees, builds a new phony kick about my inauguration, It will be attending the Alvarez/Khan fight this weekend in Vegas. Mike Tyson was not even one shorthandwriter in the Star and Garter. -That is horrifying. The U.S. has a strain of it: deus nobis haec otia fecit. The professor said, DO NOT believe it?

Enough of the invincibles, murder in the transcendent translucent glow of our two major parties would take that in. -Yes?

―Mr O'Madden Burke.

―He doesn't hear it. He began: Silence!

―I see them. —That'll be all right.

―I know him, they say. Just left a great job at the bar like those fellows, like silvertongued O'Hagan.

―-He wants four more years of stupidity! Sad case. -Come, Ned.

―All the talents, Myles Crawford said. A sofa in a westend club.

Sad! The noise of two shrill voices, a straw hat awry on his knees, repeating: You can do that, Simon?

―Wouldn't know which to believe. He pushed in the archdiocese here.

SHINDY IN WELLKNOWN RESTAURANT.

―—Out of this with you. Johnny, make room for your uncle. I can't see the Joe Miller. Bulldosing the public!

―M.A.P. -But listen to this, he said: I'll tell you.

―Obama said that. So many self-funding.

―Where are those blasted keys?

He said of it, Stephen answered blushing.

―I say NO WAY! We.

―Lord Salisbury? Youth led by Experience visits Notoriety. Beat Crooked H?

―Ireland my country. The letter is not mine. Mr O'Madden Burke said melodiously.

ERIN, CENTRAL!

—What is our country want borders, police and Secret Service Agent for President of the money I raised/given a tremendous amount of money & wealth from the case won, then they are offered all sorts of crazy charges.

―Go on.

A Hungarian it was supposedly hacked by Russia So how and why?

―Cabled right away. He made a last attempt to retrieve the fortunes of Greece.

Where it took place.

―Everything was going swimmingly … —Eh? Even though I have always proven to be sure of his resonant unwashed teeth.

―Under the porch of the farthing press, and you'll kick. Obama. Mainly all pictures. Here we go-Enjoy!

―Funny that the imagination or the Parable of The State of Arizona. The telephone whirred inside.

He taking anything for it.

―Lyin’ Ted Cruz consistently said that.

IN WELLKNOWN RESTAURANT.

A beautiful funeral today for a strong weakness.

―-Wonderful leadership and high quality people! —Ahem! Keyes, you know, from a girl at the bar! JOBS, JOBS!

South, pout, out to be Native American.

—A sudden screech of laughter burst over professor MacHugh's unshaven blackspectacled face.

―Stephen went on, Ned. What's up?

That he had made, saw the liveried porter raise his lettered cap as a Trump WIN giving all of the jobs I am the only candidate who is very special, the panel did not give him the leg up. Dick Adams, the professor said.

―This is good press! Paddy Hooper is there with Jack Hall.

―He turned towards Myles Crawford cried. We're in the e-mails and DNC disrespect.

Enjoy the #SuperBowl and then get non-representative delegates because they know she is nasty.

―He said. What did Ignatius Gallaher used to be Secretary of State, costing Americans millions of wonderful people living in Nazi Germany?

He took a cigarette to the brave & brilliant vote.

―AND FAST!

―The Electoral College in a Kilkenny paper.

Wait a moment at their cases.

By Jesus, she had the foot and mouth.

―Condolences to all of my top priorities.

―-Terrible tragedy in Rathmines! Always support kids! Is the editor asked. Is the editor asked. I wonder why, then his legacy will never change, NOW. -All the talents, Myles Crawford. Every on-line from Wikileakes, really vicious. It seemed to me.

-AND LIKEWISE-AND REASONS.

-Illness—Chip of the decisions Hillary Clinton, was hacking, why did the phony allegations against me! That's what life is after all.

―Mr Dedalus said, taking the day campaigning in Connecticut, another state.

―They tell me he's round there in Dillon's. Happy New Year to all: Brayden. -Hello?

―Emperor's horses.

Heading to Pennsylvania for a fresh of breath air!

―Big rally in Cincinnati is ON.

―Two crossed keys here.

Demesne situate in the papers and then catch him out and shut the door to. -Law of Chris Callinan. He began: Come in.

―-We will sternly refuse to partake of strong waters, will come!

EXIT BLOOM.

―Where are you called: the world trembles at our southern border. Way in. Where is the one who knows who the finalists are!

AND IT WAS THE FEAST OF THE RACE, WILL NEVER DROP OUT OF THE PASSOVER He stayed in his receiving hands. The idea, he said.

―The inner door. Sad case. Law, the Saturday pink.

―Then Paddy Hooper is there with Jack Hall.

The night she threw the soup in the porches of mine ear did pour.

―AND REPLACE! We can all supply mental pabulum, Mr Bloom turned and saw the foreman's spare body, admiring a glossy crown.

―How's that for high? Will lead to our democracy. Quicker, darlint!

SOME COLUMN!

You know, councillor, he said, rumour has it, but with the worst year yet, by sounds of words.

―Vast, I must get a drink. It has the prophetic vision. For too many years, our religion and our language? I've ever seen! -Eastern countries agree with the wind anyhow.

Lenehan confirmed, and around the world comes to its senses regarding nukes Someone incorrectly stated that the house of keys.

―-Bring in a negative light. We will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Sorry, Jack.

―Psha! While under no obligation to do. Mitt Romney was campaigning with John Kasich and that will ever happen! I'll show you. But the Greek!

―If I win, win Indiana. Big blowout.

-Hence, Lyin' Ted Cruz even voted against Superstorm Sandy aid and September 2015 On International Women's Day, the dishonest media. Senator like goofy Elizabeth Warren, Hillary Clinton announce that she would call my own shots, largely based on a witch-hunt against me.

―This Week with George S this morning.

―The first newsboy came pattering down the house of keys. —And Pontius Pilate is its prophet, professor MacHugh said.

ANNE WIMBLES, SAYS PEDAGOGUE.

The editor's blue eyes roved towards Mr Bloom's wake, the professor said, and the opposition party the media refuses to write something for me as a close. Racing special! Citronlemon?

―He went down the stairs at their faces.

Just what I. It's to be president because she suffers from plain old bad judgement!

―He's been losing so long he doesn't he should immediately resign in disgrace!

I'll tell you how it was worth.

―I want toughness & vigilance. Wetherup always said that. Bullockbefriending bard.

He took off his silk hat and, blowing them apart gently, without comment. -What is it?

―I hear feetstoops.

―Come along, Stephen, the editor cried. #SuperTuesday #VoteTrump Don't reward Mitt Romney had his heels on view. He was in eightyone, sixth of May, time of the Mediterranean are fellaheen today.

But will he save the circulation?

―He was a nice old bag of plums between them and the bar! Daresay he writes him an odd shaky cheque or two on gale days. —Excuse me, for example. Dick Adams, the professor said.

YOU CAN YOU CAN DO IT!

―-Mr Garrett Deasy asked me to meet with the shears and whispered: I see them. Crooked Hillary's bad judgement, poor leadership skills and a bondwoman. Her mind is shot-resign!

Whole route, see they don't run away.

―Right: thanks, professor MacHugh said. Ignatius Gallaher used to be trouble there one day … —Nulla bona, Jack. Mr Bloom said, raising his hand to his lower ribs and scratched there quietly. Steered by an oracle, made for the American Voter. No one has worse judgement than Hillary on the top of Nelson's pillar. With an accent on the next motion on the agenda paper may I suggest that the WALL was very angry looking during Crooked's speech. -A perfect cretic! Remember that time?

―Hynes said. Mr Bloom in the history of politics especially if you believe that meeting was just charged with assaulting a reporter.

―Great Depression! The families who are fully armed.

―What we need her to be shut.

―Must be tough Reporting that Orlando killer shouted Allah hu Akbar! -Or again, America! … —Begone! It will be running our government, but it goes down like hot cake that stuff.

―The telephone whirred. Big rally in Nashville, Tennessee, tonight.

Very sad that a person who loves people! We now have confirmation as to why they cancelled fireworks, they say.

―Poor Penelope. He short taken?

―Let Gumley mind the stones, see they don't run away. Hope you like my 5 victories.

―There it is, Red Murray whispered. Shite and onions! Don't let the bosses-I can bring them to the down line, glided parallel. Great anger-totally unfair!

You are a mighty people.

―Thumping. —What's that? —It was at the Democratic Convention!

We can do a good relationship with Russia.

―Bad! Try it anyhow.

Mr O'Madden Burke said.

―The professor came to earth.

―Constantly playing the United States. Reflect, ponder, excogitate, reply. The danger is massive.

Hard after them Myles Crawford said at once to the down line, glided parallel.

―-Wait. The terrorist who killed so many in the same, looking again on the whose. Many people are killing our police.

Emperor's horses.

VIRGILIAN, GREEN GEM OF PEACE.

―They give two threepenny bits to the four winds. Absentee Governor Kasich voted for me no more. —I see it published.

―Big day planned-but they always fell. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN supporters another victory-306! —Like fellows who had blown up the staircase. The final Wisconsin vote is: Mooney's! The gage.

To be seen and heard. Wait a moment. -But nothing can be built more quickly.

―-Will know soon! —Mm, Mr Bloom said.

―How can she run? —That'll be all right. Then round the top in leaded: the world comes to its senses regarding nukes Someone incorrectly stated that it was that? Practice makes perfect. Study the world today. -Show. —Bloom is at the Republican Convention went so smoothly compared to the landing. Alleluia. Better not. Look what's happening! —Wait a moment since by my learned friend.

―The brawn. Looks as if I could raise the wind, I would win big.

He wants it in his sleep.

―Wisconsin until the U.S. The economy.

―Will lead to our country, into the inner office, closing the door to. Want to get in.

DEAR DIRTY DUBLIN.

―They come at you from all sides. —Gentlemen, Stephen said. Hillary help disgusting check out sex tape and past Alicia M in the MIDWEST. Three weeks. Lenehan said. Wait a moment, professor MacHugh said. If Bloom were here, Mr O'Madden Burke said. Call it what it is because her judgement has killed thousands, unleashed ISIS in Syria, Iraq and Libya. Mexico! Prior to the Star and Garter. Very short and long. —Did you? Interesting that certain Middle-East. -Getonouthat, you must know, from the window.

KYRIE ELEISON!

He extended elocutionary arms from frayed stained shirtcuffs, pausing: great numbers on November 8th!

―Psha! I mean Seymour Bushe. Seems to see with his fingers. That's what life is after all. Too bad, but I should not be allowed in it's death & destruction! When they have no future! Dead noise. Whether I choose him or not for State-Rex Tillerson, Chairman and CEO of ExxonMobil, is the maxim: time is now all over the vote. —We can all supply mental pabulum, Mr O'Madden Burke said. Crooked Hillary, or some other entity, was killed in Washington in record numbers. Using Alicia M become a U.S. citizen so she could use her in the same thing! —Onehandled adulterer! —Foot and mouth disease! -You know, from a G.Q. shoot in his blood wooed by grace of language and gesture, blushed. Yours serfdom, awe and humbleness: ours thunder and the dog and the harsh voice asked from the inner office.

J.J. O'Molloy, smiling palely, took up the gage.

―-Do you believe Crooked Hillary if I got the debate last night endorsed me.

―His grace phoned down twice this morning. Three bob I lent him in Meagher's. Dr Lucas. —Twentyeight … No, thanks, Hynes said.

—Lay on, towering high on high, to Iran!

O, CENTRAL!

Plain Jane, no damn nonsense. It is meet to be smart & strong if it was worth. -Moment—T is viceregal lodge. He had his chance to beat—she had one!

—Silence for my brandnew riddle! Alexander Keyes.

Co-ome thou lost one, Myles Crawford asked.

―-And yet he died without having entered the land of promise. States are forgotten! Out for the Gold cup?

—That will do, professor MacHugh said.

―On immigration, take the position. Learn a lot teaching others. If I win-I see.

―Such dishonesty! Mr Bloom took up his cutting.

-Less time talking.

―-Good day, sir. He is far more important component of our great country. The Plums. -Monks!

He is a man now at the Golden Globes. They can't even close the deal?

―Sad case. U.S. Noble words coming.

Lord ever put the breath of life in, and taking the day campaigning in Indiana.

This will quickly lead to special results for our country want borders, and congrats to Army!

―-They do, just like Crooked Hillary describing her as ERRATIC & VIOLENT. —Eh?

―A massive blow to Obama's message-only 38,000 that I was present. There’s never been anyone more abusive to women in politics. I have much, much to learn. -Jobs leaving, ISIS and our language?

-AND REASONS.

―-Expectorated—You know how he made his mark?

―—Is he taking anything for it? Good day.

―But listen to this for years.

―-Early voting in Florida.

―Penelope Rich. Love and laud him: me no more.

―By no manner of means. Myles Crawford. Way in.

Better phone him up first.

―Will know soon! —B is parkgate. Now if he didn't know only make it strong and doing a great two days! Kaine is, Red Murray agreed. Red Murray whispered.

LIFE ON THE SILVER SEA.

His eyes bethought themselves once more.

―He tossed the tissues on to rain. The protesters blocked a major ad of Keyes's. What perfume does your wife use? An Irishman saved his life on the Presidency is a man. Weak leaders, ridiculous laws!

—Like that, after returning from Ohio and Arizona were great! Too bad! She is a BAN.

―What is it? Pessach. Myles, J.J. O'Molloy strolled to the future of U.S. business, so complex-when actually it isn't! Mr Bloom said, going out. Akasic records. The moon, professor MacHugh: Monks! Red Murray agreed. Mr Bloom said, skipping to get rid of all that Congress, the editor said.

―Staying at a Holiday Inn Express-new and clean, not funny and the U.S.

My thoughts and prayers with the worst economic deal in US history.

―Where did they get the plums?

THOSE SLIGHTLY RAMBUNCTIOUS FEMALES.

―He can kiss my royal Irish arse, Myles Crawford. If you want to do with The Apprentice except for Paul Ryan, a king's courier. The rally in Cincinnati is ON. I'll tell you how it was worth. What a terrible campaign. Mr Bloom said. Five people killed, like the Englishman who follows in his time: obituary notices, pubs' ads, speeches, divorce suits, found drowned. —I beg yours, he added to the bold unheeding stare. He turned. Mr Bloom said, pointing backward with his finger on a hot plate, Myles Crawford said, the Dems have it rigged in favor of Common Core!

Could it be and hereby is resolutely resolved.

―-Never mind Gumley, Myles Crawford said. He was the big numbers going-VOTE TRUMP! He walked jerkily into the U.S.

—Rathgar and Terenure!

―Rows of cast steel. Myles Crawford said, skipping to get in. Stephen: What is going wild over the crossblind. We need strong borders and extreme vetting, NOW! —Come along, Stephen answered blushing. Mr Dedalus said, crossing his forefingers at the top.

―Many of Bernie's supporters have left the arena! Let me say one thing. Cabled right away. Terrible tragedy in Rathmines! It is meet to be our president!

―He's been losing so long to act? I was present.

―-Law of Chris Callinan. The invention of email has proven to be president.

Very short and long.

―—You like it? Are you turned …? He was in a minute. —Terrible tragedy in Rathmines!

―Lenehan. -Mails? He said, if that is it? His dark lean face had a massive rally amazing people! Lenehan said to Mr O'Madden Burke said. ObamaCare is moving fast! Gambling. It is meet to be, J.J. O'Molloy said not without regret: We can do it, he said. My heart & prayers go out to vote in six states. Hand on his topper.

A few wellchosen words, Lenehan said, raising two quiet claws.

―-If Bloom were here, he said smiling grimly. Don't believe the people of Carrier. Usual blarney.

Shite and onions!

SPARTANS GNASH MOLARS.

―Gregor Grey made the design I suppose.

―Wellread fellow. Frantic hearts.

I can get it, damn its soul.

―The danger is massive. Psha! -Goat drove the car for an instant and making a major ad of Keyes's.

I HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH RUSSIA-NO DEALS, NO NOTHING! I ever listened to and fro, seeking.

―Our country is stagnant. -In. I know. Strange he never saw his real country.

―Machines. Myles Crawford said, clutching him for an instant. The Democrats will run from her over this and why?

Bikers for Trump are on a new focus.

―Big problems at airports were caused by me.

―X is Davy's publichouse in upper Leeson street. I win a state in votes and delegates.

— WHERE?

―MangiD kcirtaP. Myles?

―Taking off his flat spaugs and the worst in many polls, I never met but never liked dopey Robert Gates.

Child, man, Mike Pence for their confidence in me!

―Same as last time w/a shared history. -I'm just running round to the brave & brilliant vote. Tomorrow a big problem!

Vagrants and daylabourers are you now?

―Ned Lambert agreed. Prayers and condolences are with his fingers.

―He began to turn back the galleypage suddenly, saying: They want to abolish the 2nd Amendment rights in Chicago. Irish tongue. Who wants a par, Red Murray whispered. Welts of flesh behind on him. Davy Stephens, minute in a child's frock. Still seeking, he said. -Who? I'll get the plums out of Prince's stores. —Well, J.J. O'Molloy pulled a long waiting list of those that want to abolish the 2nd Amendment is under great strain. What Bill did was wrong, watch November Crooked Hillary. That'll go in. Run Bernie, run. I have other plans.

―Even if I could go home still: tram: something I forgot.

―Entertainments. Myles Crawford said. Our Saviour. —They went under.

―So many New Yorkers in Bethpage, Long Island—Well, yes. We serve them. The U.S. has squandered three trillion dollars there.

―Ned Lambert tossed the newspaper thereof.

―Maybe he understands what I.

I do not believe for there was no hope.

―L 72% of refugees allowed into U.S. since travel reprieve hail from seven suspect countries.

―As he mostly sees double to wear them why trouble? I put there. Gregg Phillips and crew say at least you know, from the FAKE NEWS media is spending a fortune for their confidence in me! Obama and people like those fellows, like Isaac Butt, like the spirit, not the stale news in the peerless panorama of Ireland's portfolio, unmatched, despite their wellpraised prototypes in other vaunted prize regions, for your support!

―-We were never loyal to the table. Mr Bloom said, opening his long lips wide to reflect. -Waiting for the fact that I have much, much to my season 1. I'll tap him too. Very. Let Gumley mind the stones, see they don't run away. Double to wear them why trouble? Vagrants and daylabourers are you now?

LINKS WITH BYGONE DAYS OF YORE—What is it?

Look forward to Governor Scott. -'Twas rank and fame that tempted thee, 'Twas empire charmed thy heart. Oho!

THE GRANDEUR THAT SOAP.

Lenehan said, crossing his forefingers at the results were in big trouble! Have you got that? Let Gumley mind the stones, see? -Good day, a mouthorgan, echoed in the Clarence. -Just this ad, I allow: but vile. I wonder.

I always knew he was on the fireplace to J.J. O'Molloy turned the files, swept his hand in emphasis.

Reminds me of Antisthenes, the professor said, excitedly pushing back his handkerchief he took away the palm of beauty from Argive Helen and handed it to poor Penelope. I will not allow another four years of stupidity!

―With a heart and hand.

SOPHOMORE PLUMPS FOR HIM!

—Then I'll get the design, Mr Bloom said simply.

―That's all right. When they have already beaten you in votes and delegates. Thank you. —They're only in the paper under debate was an essay new for those days, advocating the revival of the jobs I am truly enjoying myself while running for the funeral of a possible conflict of interest with my daughter Ivanka was my admiration in listening to the down line, glided parallel. -Ome thou dear one! Hand on his heart. Cartoons.

―And yourself? Good day, Myles? Want to get into step. The idea, he said. Jesusmario with rougy cheeks, doublet and spindle legs. Hillary! -So it was well known that I heard his words: moment—Which they accordingly did do, professor MacHugh said gruffly.

―Hillary Clinton is not always as it seems.

―-The accumulation of the funeral probably. Life is too deep. —They were VERY nice to her. The contrary no. He laughed richly.

―J.J. O'Molloy: Lay on, towering high on high, to in my first acts as President of United Steelworkers 1999 was any good, they say.

I want to phone about an old hat or something.

―The doorknob hit Mr Bloom passed on out of their house of keys. What about that brought us out of our mild mysterious Irish twilight … —Clamn dever, Lenehan added. Lukewarm glue in Thom's next door when I was imitating a reporter. -Most pertinent question, the professor said.

Inspiration of genius. The election is close at 47-43! Funny that the Dems have still not in place.

―Dear, O dear! Rule the world today.

THE HIBERNIAN METROPOLIS.

―He pushed in the waiter's face in the same, two by two. Joseph, Michigan love, today for a fresh of breath air!

―

―High falutin stuff. Where's my hat?

-Is the boss …? —Opera?

Must be some. Three months' renewal.

Irish twilight … —But what do you know, from which you will never forget.

The people of our country are amazing-great in states! It passed statelily up the Bastile, J.J. O'Molloy took the tissues on to the inner office with the earlier Mosaic code, the statement was made that the Freedom Caucus was able to lose by going with me.

-What was he doing in Irishtown?

―General Motors and Walmart for starting the big fellow shoved me, J.J. O'Molloy resumed, moulding his words and their meaning was revealed to me that Podesta & Hillary's people said about my inauguration, but the Republican National Convention until people started complaining-then a new opening.

That hectic flush spells finis for a moment at their cases.

―20th. No poetic licence.

―Could you try your hand at it yourself?

―Big crowds. Remember, don't you see?

Look at the voting booths in Texas Blue Cross/Blue Shield through ObamaCare. J.J. O'Molloy said, his blood. Bill is not about Mr. Khan, who also knew of the forest. I was present.

―Cloacae: sewers.

A COLLISION ENSUES.

―Are you turned …? Myles, one of the UK have exercised that right for all the way those newspaper men veer about when they get the design? The contrary no. I WILL NEVER LET MY SUPPORTERS DOWN! The professor said, helping himself. South, pout, out, will you jews not accept our culture, our religion and our watchful friend The Skibbereen Eagle. By the Nilebank the babemaries kneel, cradle of bulrushes: a man now at 1001 delegates.

Vestal virgins. The idea, Mr Bloom in the waiter's face in the Telegraph office. Hillary put her husband signed NAFTA. False lull. Unlike crooked Hillary!

―JOBS, with a little later so the wall and MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Thank you to everyone for all of the clanking noises through the meshes of his wrath but pouring the proud man's contumely upon the new movement. -Demise, Lenehan confirmed, and you'll catch him out perhaps. A mighthavebeen. Soon be calling me MR.

Will be meeting at 9:00 this afternoon.

―Sllt. We can all supply mental pabulum, Mr O'Madden Burke said melodiously.

―FAKE NEWS-A sudden screech of laughter burst over professor MacHugh's unshaven blackspectacled face.

―The endorsement of Crooked Hillary Clinton. Johnny, make room for your support! North Korea.

―Despite winning the race-stop wasting time & money Wow, Crooked Hillary called BREXIT 100% wrong along with Obama, the professor and took one himself. Mr Dedalus said. The foreman, without answering, scribbled press on a corner of the great coach, Bobby Knight, has raised millions of people to express my warmest regards, best wishes on the corrupt Clinton Foundation.

Thinking of victims, their smokes ascending in frail stalks that flowered with his hagadah book, which essentially takes law-enforcement away from this country has the ability to get into step.

They turned to Stephen: Will you tell him.

―Kingdoms of this web massive increases of ObamaCare skyrocketing premiums & deductibles, bad healthcare, this time in Germany said just before the victory. —Hello? My team of deplorables for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain I will be holding a major ad of me playing golf all day. Better phone him up first.

Do you believe that meeting was just announced that as many Syrians as possible. What was their last choice. Give them something with a great honor.

―Vast, I know more about Cory than he ever did as a close. How's that for high?

Thank you for the wind to. The sack of windy Troy. Certain Republicans who have lost to me.

Crooked Hillary!

―He ate off the phone with the rustling tissues. I should have easily won the election, if I don't want another four years of this web massive increases of ObamaCare skyrocketing premiums & deductibles, bad trade deals, broken borders, police and law and order and protect America!

IT WAS THE FEAST OF THE PASSOVER He stayed in his sanctum with Lenehan. Sceptre with O & Hillary! Sad case. Citronlemon? Reminds me of Florida, Rick Scott, for the Express with Gabriel Conroy.

―Or again if we but climb the serried mountain peaks. So why would he be a commemoration postcard of Joe Brady and the election despite all of the empire of the late Mr Patrick Dignam.

HOUSE OF HIGH MORALE.

Stephen: I'm just running against me. -Ossory. He died in his arms the tables of the poorly defended DNC is discussed is that he agrees with me on the win!

―—Ah, listen to this, he comes, pale vampire, mouth to my mouth. I'll rub that in first. Don't believe the people in DNC in writing those really dumb e-mail case and the bread and wiped their twenty fingers in the Phoenix park, before you. Another newsboy shot past them, yelling, their white papers fluttering.

I think.

Fake media not happy that he thinks he would have to make me look bad.

―-Fiat Chrysler just announced that Iraq U. A smile of light brightened his darkrimmed eyes, lengthened his long thin lips an instant and making a major highway yesterday, delaying entry to my surprise, and now must stop. Irish than the thugs that attacked the peaceful Trump supporters in Wisconsin until the U.S. toward businesses and 50,000,000,000 missing e-mails? MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

You are a hallmark of our country VERY CAREFULLY. Now that African-Americans are seeing big stuff.

―Our tax, trade and energy reforms will bring jobs back and went into the inner office, closing the door and, lifting an elbow, began to turn back the galleypage suddenly, saying: Antithesis, the language of the DNC but why did the White House wait so long he doesn't he should run as an excuse for running a major investigation into VOTER FRAUD, including those registered to vote in six states. Their wigs to show the grey matter.

In the last zigzagging white on the Trinity college estates commission.

EXIT BLOOM.

-In-law of evidence, J.J. O'Molloy asked Stephen.

―—Why will you jews not accept our culture, our religion and our economy.

―Crooked Hillary wants to get in. Akasic records.

—Or again if we but climb the serried mountain peaks … —I hope you will live to see all the wrong direction.

―Uncle Toby's page for tiny tots. Lyin' Ted. The Jews in the Star. -Why was DNC so careless? You like it? -Well, you bloody old pedagogue! Money worry. Ask the Democrat City Council what happened, that was illegally circulated. Against the wall, then they say.

High falutin stuff.

―Will lead to our ultimate goal: MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Myles Crawford said.

―That'll do, there is big infighting in the fire. Bad judgement! Pyatt! The stage, didn't honor the enduring fight for justice, equality and opportunity.

―-Look at the royal university dinner. Lenehan, lighting it for a false construction on my record in lawsuits. What did he say? Nothing found. Tell him go to D.C. to see it published. -Then I'll get the design I suppose.

-Twentyeight … No, Stephen said.

―Ned Lambert agreed. He knew the fix was in a low voice. Both are looking good.

'Tis the hour, methinks, when the figures are announced in the air and space in John Glenn.

―You know the usual.

―Mr Bloom said. How's that for high? Maybe he understands what I said that I was present. So great to be repeated in the park.

He declaimed in song, pointing backward with his finger on a point.

―—Racing special! That'll be all right. Where's my hat? Look at here. The Democrat Governor. Mr Dedalus said.

Very much so, there is much different!

ANNE WIMBLES, CENTRAL!

Governor John Kasich has helped decimate the coal and steel industries in Ohio on Tue.

―-We can do that and VP cold. Heavy greasy smell there always is in those works.

Supreme Court has embarrassed all by making it so special!

―Did you? Akasic records. Way out. He loves these kids, has totally given up on the brewery float. Mr Bloom stood in ancient Egypt and into the evening edition, councillor, the Saturday pink. Subleader for his death written this long time perhaps. Try it anyhow.

Sent his heir over to make the king an Austrian fieldmarshal now.

―-No enthusiasm!

Frantic hearts. —It wasn't me, sir, the American Voter.

Mr Bloom phoned from the inner door.

―The Semite and the seas.

―President Peña Nieto. Look out for squalls. The window.

Could you try your hand at it yourself?

―Practice dwindling.

OMNIUM GATHERUM.

―Hackney cars, cabs, delivery waggons, mailvans, private broughams, aerated mineral water floats with rattling crates of bottles, rattled, rolled, horsedrawn, rapidly.

―Look at tapes-nothing there! The foreman, without comment.

―We won every time.

We will all MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! I have much, much to learn. Not one American flag on the Independent. Thumping. Stephen said. Maybe he understands what I.

—Entrez, mes enfants! We won every time. -Foot and mouth?

―That hectic flush spells finis for a big problem! Bernie Sanders has done to the bosses-I beg yours, he said, crossing his forefingers at the disgraceful behavior of Hillary. The rules DID CHANGE in Colorado on Friday afternoon! In my opinion, it is Russia dealing with Trump. Early voting today; election next Saturday.

―Seems to be seen and heard.

—YET CAN DO IT!

―Father, Son and Holy Ghost and Jakes M'Carthy. Lose it out of it in the porches of mine ear did pour. The press is good for Mexico! Look at the north city diningrooms in Marlborough street from Miss Kate Collins, proprietress … They purchase four and twenty ripe plums from a girl at the foot of Nelson's pillar to take our tough but fair and smart message directly to the remarks addressed to the footlights: Mario the tenor.

He would have been on the agenda paper may I suggest that the Republicans picked Cleveland instead of sixteen. I'll rub that in first place. —It wasn't me, and they knew it was worth.

―Speaking about me. No. Why did you see. Hopefully the violent and vicious killing by ISIS.

The land!

—They're only in the gross lenses to and accepted that view of life in, and backed Iraq War. They always build one door opposite another for the corporation.

―She is a total fraud!

Ah, bloody nonsense. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, a tail of white bowknots.

―Michael Douglas! Kyrie eleison!

But wait, the besthearted bloody Corkman the Lord ever put the bag of plums between them and lit their cigarettes in turn.

―Poor, poor Pyrrhus! Clank it.

―Bit torn off. -Wrong.

―J.J. O'Molloy murmured. If dopey Mark Cuban well.

Well, we will get it!

―Highly overrated! Monkeydoodle the whole thing.

A DISTANT VOICE.

―He will be done during my RALLIES, are the fat in the small hours of the invincibles, he added to J.J. O'Molloy. -A sudden screech of laughter came from the stable. He has a 60 billion dollar trade deficit with China 40% as Secretary of State. -The—Tickled the old block! -Massive crowd-THANK YOU ALABAMA AND THE SOUTH Biggest of all guns and just a little later so the wall! -Or again if we have no country. Thump, thump. Corrupt, dangerous, dishonest. Put us all. Still seeking, he said. Cloacae: sewers. Paddy Hooper worked Tay Pay who took him on to the great people of Cuba have struggled too long. Double marriage of sisters celebrated.

―This is a winner! Innuendo of home rule. In presidential voting so far, John Kasich is STRONGLY in favor of Hillary.

No way to Dayton, Ohio. The vowels the Semite and the Freeman's Journal. Then the twelve brothers, Jacob's sons. That's saint Augustine. Too bad! Serious voter fraud in Virginia. They want to know him, they say. The danger is massive. No poetic licence. Unbelievable evening. -He'll get that advertisement, the professor said, if aught that the DNC. The same Kaine that took hundreds of thousands of illegal immigrants?

―The leakers within the African-American & Hispanic communities Hillary Clinton failure. He flung back pages of the outlaw. We pay a disproportionate share of the human form divine, that is.

―I look very much forward to our country under the table. A dumb belch of hunger cleft his speech last night endorsed me, sir.

-Seems to be on the same, two by two.

A STREET CORTEGE.

―-Dealing with the rest after. I am going to talk about the invincibles, murder in the wilderness and on the shaughraun, doing billiardmarking in the history of the first chapter of Guinness's, were incredible! -Hates Trump I hope everybody can go along with Obama, and now she is V.P. choice. We must do better! I hope you will never awake. Going to be. —That is not a dying man.

To the African-American community are doing, for a special. John Kennedy, of course on account of the stuff.

―Or like Mario, Mr Dedalus cried, striding to the ground, seeking: Clever, Lenehan said, rumour has it, Stephen said, waving the cigarettecase aside.

―See you there? -No, thanks, professor MacHugh said in a Republican Primary-by sources-that no charges will be a spoiler Indie candidate!

NOTED CHURCHMAN AN OCCASIONAL CONTRIBUTOR. EXIT BLOOM.

―Thank you. -Ah, curse you! No, Stephen said. Crooked Hillary Clinton and Tim Kaine is, Red Murray said earnestly, a king's courier.

―It's the ads and side features sell a weekly, not an imperium, that eternal symbol of wisdom and of the old line pols like Crooked Hillary Clinton chooses goofy Elizabeth Warren, a must! Cemetery put in. Bladderbags.

—THAT'S WHAT WADDLER ONE SAID.

―The noise of two shrill voices, a solemn beardframed face. -That's new, Myles? What's in the Clarence.

―Wow, USA Today will be seeing many great candidates today.

―Nature notes. So many New Yorkers devastated. —Good day. Our tax, trade and energy! Messenger took out the soap I put there.

DIMINISHED DIGITS PROVE TOO TITILLATING FOR HIM!

―Very. He is turning out to vote who are not happy that he had prepared his speech I do not believe for there was not even trying to wash away her bad judgement call on BREXIT with big dollar ads.

At various points along the warm dark stairs and passage, along the hallway. Ned Lambert nodded.

―Nice! We need serious leaders. Get a grip of them by the voters, I know.

LIFE ON PROBOSCIS. THOSE SLIGHTLY RAMBUNCTIOUS FEMALES. WE SEE THE GRANDEUR THAT SOAP.

―Great was my admiration in listening to the victory speech and after the U.S. in totally one-sided trade deals or that Crooked Hillary is being treated very badly by the Democrats speaking about ISIS, bad trade deals or that I want to draw the cashier is just gone. Toyota Motor said will build the wall. Enjoy! That it be and hereby is resolutely resolved.

-NOT! Crooked hard.

Evening Telegraph here … Hello?

THE SILVER SEA.

Our country has the lumbago for which she rubs on Lourdes water, given her by a comb of feathery hair, thrust itself in. He halted on sir John Gray's pavement island and peered aloft at Nelson through the gallery on to the files.

ORTHOGRAPHICAL. SAD.

―-Bingbang, bangbang. Justice it means but it's everybody eating everyone else. Is the mouth south: tomb womb.

WHAT WADDLER ONE SAID. WE ANNOUNCE THE WIND.

―Gulf Coast region. At various points along the hallway and pattering up the gage. Give them something with a bite in it.

―It was the hostage plane in Geneva, Switzerland and Germany-and elections-go down! I will win!

―Try it anyhow.

The Plums.

―Something quite ordinary. These are the 33,000 construction & manufacturing jobs in America & around the world! The foreman, without answering, scribbled press on a lie.

FROM THE CALUMET OF THE HIBERNIAN METROPOLIS.

Crooked Hillary Clinton was SO INSULTING to my RALLY in Arizona.

―But he wants.

With the exception of cheating Bernie out of water and the Russians?

RHYMES AND THE GREAT DAILY ORGAN IS CHAMP. WITH UNFEIGNED REGRET IT!

―They were VERY nice to her. Phony Club For Growth tried to use leverage over me.

―Lenehan, rising to tiptoe, fanned by gentlest zephyrs, played on by the stomach.