#anyway i dooo get it if shes not feeling great

[toastsnaffler]

day 2 of no wifi.. hanging in there 😔😔😔😔

[angelsdean]

Top 5 Dean relationships (including platonic/familial) <3

ok i'm going completely platonic/familial with this one bc the casgirl in me gets a little jelly if i think abt his other romantic relationships TOO much like they're good great even ! but. cas...djfkdk ok anyways

dean + jo - been thinking abt them A LOT lately ever since my mutual gender envy post and just. yeah they're gender buddies<3 they have a weird dynamic that they don't really understand for a long long time (both thinking they have crushes on each other but then thinking no that's weird and not right but still not able to fully understand what they're feeling) and then once they doo get it they just chill together like sleepover hangouts where they get high and talk abt their gender + sexuality feels and jo's like "i love boobs" and dean's like "god i wish i had tits" and jo's like "you dooo ur tits are great !" and then they just giggle and jo paints deans nails and dean buzzes jo's head<3

dean + bobby - THAT'S HIS DAD !!!!! HIS REAL DAD !!! like bobby is so important "you're the closest thing i have to a father" yeah! bobby's not perfect and he's also Not Great at talking abt things but he's /there/. he's always been there and he's defended dean against john and looked out for him and tried to give him some snapshots of a normal childhood, taking him to the park to play catch instead of shooting guns. that scene where bobby holds dean's face and cries…KILL ME.

dean + jack - DEAN IS A GOOD PARENT the hill i will die on. dean got a lot of things wrong with jack, yes. the guilt eats him alive 24/7. a lot of it was chuck's fault. a lot of it was the ghost of john winchester. a lot of it was just grief and displaced anger. it doesn't /excuse/ his actions but !!!! if he could do it over, if he could do it different, if cas hadn't died i just Know he'd be moving in to play house with cas and take care of that kid, the devil's son or not. so like, i just know that /after/ in the soft epilogue they all get, dean would put the work in to fix his relationship with jack and conciously do everything he can to Not Be John. That's his parenting motto: Don't Be John.

dean + charlie - his bff that he ISN'T in love with (unlike with cas). he gets to be his mega nerdy self with charlie and he doesn't have to worry about /feelings/ or anything. they go on little shopping sprees, have little fashion shows (we all know dean Loves to be put in little outfits), they watch nerd movies and gossip and talk abt their big gay feels. he needs that !! he's never had that before !! she's also the little sister he never knew he wanted and with charlie, for once, he gets to JUST be a brother. they have the sort of sibling bond he never really got to have with sam bc he was always also being a parent, thus making himself fundementally unknowable to sam. like s1 sam? literally does not know a thing abt dean it's crazy. anyways.

dean + mary - HELLO INSANE BRAINWORMS. they are mirrors. they hate each other. they love each other. they can't stand seeing the reflection of themselves in the other. dean also holds onto every similarity with a vicelike grip. his lips are mary his eyes are mary his hair (blonde dean truthing!) he looks in the mirror his whole life and sees her even as he's trying to twist and mold himself into his father. he never can because sam is john's true mirror. he never can because he is alway always going to be his mother's son. and mary, god mary can't look at him because she never wanted this for him. she can't look at him because where is her baby? she can't look at him because all she sees is herself, the hunter, the killer, the woman who could never quite mold herself into a mother. except. well. dean DID do that, and did it better than she ever could. and she resents him for that a little bit, and resents him for putting her on that pedestal, and resents him for asking her to BE a mother. but she also deeply mourns the fact that dean had to take her place, that dean lost so much of his life, his childhood, trying to fill the empty space she left behind. i could go on forever abt this.

ok this reply got SO long but. yeah<3

[sunnybubblezzz]

SUCH A GOOD WEEK

okay well first of all i’ll start with just how great this weekend was. like UGHHESAHDH and then im just gonna say how grateful i am to God because woah im soo happy.

okay well first of all, DUHHH BIRTHDAY WEEK. i genuinely forgot this week was my birthday and MANNASND IM SO HAPPY. like i didnt get to do ALL the things i wanted for my birthday and i didnt get everything i wanted ofcofc but woah this week was amazing.

I GOT TO SEE THE HUNGER GAMES. THAT MOVIE WAS INCREDIBLE and i got to go with two of my close friends. i was really really sad bc i thought we wouldnt be able to go and i DOOO wish more of my friends were able to come with me.

BUT LIKE IT WAS SOOO GOOD AND I LOVE THE FRIENDS WHO CAME WITH ME.

you guys are never gonna see this but i loved that day and it brought me sm joy you have no idea. PLUS I GOT TO SEE SNOW???

my birthday day was eh BUTBUT EVERYONE SENT THEIR BIRTHDAY TEXTS TO ME AND I NO LIE GOT SOO HAPPY. i didnt expect all my friends to remember idk but they did and i was OVERJOYED.

THEN I GOT TO GO ICE SKATING FOR A BIRTHDAY PARTY? it was SOOO nice and was SOO much fun plus that was an amazing time with my friends

and my friend gave me a birthday gift..

I LEGIT SHED TEARS (okay not in front of her but still) LIKE I CANNOT. it was only one person but man sometimes i forget how good it feels to get a gift from someone.

like… im always the one giving gifts but it really really touched my heart to get one from her and I LOVE HER SM AND I CANTTT IT MADE MY DAY.

i love you i really do.

then ofc i saw one of my closest(?) friends (and i lowkey felt we were drifting apart) like FOUR TIMES THIS WEEK BACK TO BACK. okay okay trust me thats a lot for us 💀.

we went to the mall together which was lowkey weird bc she never asks me to hang out like that. AND I GOT THE PERFECTT DRESS LIKE I LOVE IT SMM??

then WE WENT TO THE GENSHIN CONCERT

moment of silence for just how GRATEFUL I AMMM.

i love you SMMSMM for getting me tickets like the opportunity of a lifetime?? ngl i lowkey was kinda mad bc the friend we took wasnt as grateful as i felt she should have been… thats how grateful i was like “how can someone not thank this girlie with all her might”

it was a WONDERFUL EXPERIENCE and im only sad that one of out other friends couldnt go.

I WAS JUST

AHSDHASHDHSDHHS

IT WAS SO GOOOD

okay and now for one of my favorite moments..

okay so we were taking pics with some of the cosplayers and then this other cosplayer talks behind us… i look behind me, look at her cosplay and immediately say, “YING?” AND SHE SAYS YES???

like in the car we were looking at twitter for who’s going and was AMAZED that ying was and hoped we get to see her. I DID NOT EXPECT US TO?

LIKE I JUST RECOGNIZED HER FROM HER VOICE. the last time i listened to this girls voice was months ago but SHHH that’s unimportant.

what ISSS IMPORTANT IS THAT I SAW HER, FANGIRLED OVER HER, SHE CALLED ME PRETTY, THEN I WAS JUST OVERJOYED.

THENNN I WENT HOME, POSTED THE INTERACTION ON TWITTER, AND SHE SAID SHE REMMBERED ME.. HELLO??

LIKE WHY ARE SO MUCH GOOD STUFF HAPPENING TO ME ITS NOT ADDING UP.

i wouldnt call myself an unlucky person (luck isn’t real). but i will say that a lot of unfortunate things happen to me usually and ive just learned to go with the flow. but idk im just just so HAPPY and so GRATEFUL and and im scared that it’ll all get ruined when i wake up but man cant i live in this moment of happiness forever?

then today was just such an amazing day like such a great end to my birthday week i just. im just.

anyway to end it off, one of my friends from a while ago texted me asking if i ever drew this picture for this girl named sarah.. it took a sec, but i recognized the drawing and remembered.

I WAS IN SHOCK IT WAS A LITTLE BIRTHDAY DRAWING I DREW FOR THIS GIRL LIKE YEARSSSSSSS AGO?

she said she really loved it sm, kept it for years, and that i was super nice.

OKAY LIKE I CANT BELIEVE SHE KNOWS THAT ONE OF MY FRIENDS FIRSTLY. BUT SECONDLY WHAT?? LIKE IM JUST FROZEN WITH JOY SHE KEPT MY DRAWING FOR YEARS? not a rip in sight…

its just SO encouraging and so so idek im just so happy.

then to end it off, the artist WHO WAS MY MOST LISTENED TO ARTIST OF 2024 WITH 2,000+ MINUTES OF LISTENING??? SAID SHE WOULD POST MY SKETCHBOOK SPREAD (inspired by her music) ON HER STORY WHEN I FINISHED IT?

i

i love you God so much.

just i was feeling so down this past idek month or more because i just have such idek its just so much things happen to me and i just have to go along with it and not let it phase me. i feel so much emotions but none of them bring me down yknow? like i have to be happy and i dont FEEL happy…

but this.

this week makes me feel like God loves me and all of these things happened because of Him. I love him and I love all my friends, I really do love all of you guys.

some of you guys DOO get on my nerves, some of you guys ARE confusing, some of you guys are kinda weird, and i do feel like i love some of you more then you love me.. but in the end you guys are my friends. i love you guys.

and i love you God. I love you for everything you do and I dont know why you love me but I’m sososo happy you do. no one will ever love me like you do. thank you for always being there for me. i love you.

and so we end this. i KNOW that ill cry bc of sadness again (probably in the near future ngl) and I KNOWW that this happy feeling wont last. but for right now im gonna treasure it… please ANDDD thank you.

happy birthday to me.

[euphorickaeya]

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 !!

honey’s notes: I actually wrote some fics before I made this blog so there’s actually some stuff people could read here and they wouldn’t get bored TT. i might make a part 2 but i don’t know lol-

summary: it’s been months since Albedo has successfully hacked into your camera, he’s made it his plans to bring you to their world. Their god looked lonely anyways, the only problem was..it worked the wrong way around. Instead of you being brought. They’d been thrown into your world.

reader uses they/them pronouns.

fluff/crack.

characters: Zhongli/Ei/Venti/Albedo/Aether x Reader.

[content warning: yandere. cult. obsession. possible swearing. typos. grammar mistakes.]

recommended song: the feels - twice.

“Al-be-dooo~” a sigh left the blonde’s lips as he was poked and prodded by a certain bard. he tried his best to ignore Venti as he continued building a reactor. His hands worked at the wires and attached pieces to each other.

“Albedo!!” Venti whined more. “What?!” Albedo stopped glueing a metal piece together to looked at Venti who’s stretched out on his table as if bored. “Is it done yet? I wanna meet them already!“ to a normal person’s eyes, the current situation looks as if a kid did not get the candy they want.

“It’s almost done, just please bother someone else-“ Albedo waved his hands out of frustration trying to focus on the machine, he knew if anything went to the wrong spot the machine will never work. Venti blew a raspberry, he was extremely bored and every minute felt like an hour waiting for Albedo to finish.

“Barbatos, get off the table.” Zhongli’s booming voice called out, beside him stood inazuma’s archon. Ei looked out of it, looking anywhere but the portal with a blank stare, before she steps back.

“Are we really..bringing them into this world in an environment like this?” Ei had her hand on her chest, looking a little in disbelief. Albedo stops his cranking of a wrench. “What’s wrong with my lab?” He spits, looking at the archon.

“It’s just..dreadful. In short term, it stinks and is messy.” Ei complained. “Well if you just hate my stinky and messy lab, you can go wait for their grace in inazuma.” Albedo shot back glaring at her.

That seemed to quiet her down as she and Albedo just stared at each other in annoyance. “Stop yapping and get working!” Venti whines, he looked more like a spoiled child more than the anemo archon. Zhongli stood by obviously annoyed but fortunately he has the patience of a thousand years to keep him company.

“Traveller! You’re here!” Aether looked at Venti, nodding as a hello. “Albedo, is it done?” The outlander asked, Albedo nods, stepping back from the machine. It was shaped as a circle, made from the toughest metal and charged by a mysterious energy.

“Step back, I’m going to turn it on.” Albedo called, the group stepped back as he tried to turn it on, it made weird noises, clacking against the metal that protected it from crumbling from the cold Dragonspine area. It spewed out steam, buttons flew red and green, before busting and powering down. A pregnant silence washed over the group.

“Great! it didn’t work.” Venti sarcastically clasped his hands in exaggerated surprise. “I must’ve messed something up.” Albedo hummed, his hand on his chin, thinking.

“Aether can you- Aether?” Albedo called, not hearing a response, he turned around to look for the outlander to see him gone. “Did..did he leave?” Zhongli too looked around for the blonde traveller. “I don’t think he would- BAAL’S GONE-“ Venti pointed to the spot beside Zhongli.

Well, where Zhongli used to stand. “ACK- MORAX’S GONE TOO!” Albedo grabbed hold of Venti’s shoulders. “can you calm down, please?!” Venti’s screaming made Albedo’s head hurt, he then held his head in his hands to soothe the growing headache, before looking up. He was completely alone.

“That’s it. I’ve completely lost my mind.” Albedo walked away from his lab to get fresh air, he felt the cold air of dragonspine nipping at his skin, wanting to lean against the cold stone of the mountain and close his eyes for a second. Before he could reach a good spot to take a breather, he tripped, on a branch of tree course, before landing on something.

“…..bedo. albedo! ALBEDO!” Venti shook the alchemist by his shoulders, seeing himself in an unfamiliar room. He felt something warm and soft under him, seeing Aether with his hands trying to pull Albedo off. “Get off of me! You’re heavy!“ Aether wheezed out as he kicked Albedo off of him. “What..where?” Albedo dusted himself off, looking around the room.

“That’s the thing, we don’t know.” Zhongli mumbled, his hands crossed as if he was grumpy. Ei stood beside him, a little antsy as she too looked around the place like Albedo. The alchemist looked around the room, walking towards a small table with trinkets of things he didn’t know of, pens and pencils littered the table and books stacked somewhat neatly as if put on a shelf.

He took a piece of paper from off the desk, the handwriting on it was neat and placed nicely. he was indeed super curious. “Don’t touch that stuff! You don’t know who it could belong to.” Aether scolded Albedo, plucking the paper from out of his gloved hands.

the group stayed quiet as they mumbled amongst themselves, not knowing where they stood before a door opened.

You just returned from an errand at the grocery store and you felt extremely tired, you opened the door to your house, it was quiet, nothing but the meowing of your cat and the buzz of your purifier filled your ears. Your cat, Marsh meowed a greeting as he walked towards you, rubbing against your leg.

“Hello, Marsh, my baby.” You cooed, placing down the bags and scooping up your fur baby. Giving him his pets, the cat was content and now looked up at you as if to say to put him down. You obliged and let him leap off your arms as you brought your grocery bags into the kitchen.

“I’ll..just put them away later.” You dusted off the task of putting away your groceries, your back ached as you felt yourself yawn for what felt like the millionth time today. You walked up the stairs leading to your room, you hear muffled voices.

wait, voices?

You freeze. Either someone broke in or someone broke in, no other choice. You grabbed the nearest thing to you, which is a book. A heavy one. Carefully tested the doorknob as you slammed the door open.

oh my god.

“Zhongli?..” you were met with a character from genshin. wait, genshin? The fictional game? You dropped your book in surprise, a loud thud emitting from it. You stood dumbfounded as they too stared back.

A silence, the purifier from downstairs felt loud before a certain bard broke the silence.

“Your grace!”

“Your what?!”

[beyoncesdragon]

title: have a look yourself

× pairing: Jae x f!reader ((I think?)), (established relationship)

× summary: Spending Christmas with Jae sure is entertaining and full of surprises. 

× warnings: none, FLUFF

× wordcount: 1.3k

× a/n: listen, I don’t know? I kinda lost myself there at the end tbh, I never meant for it to go there. Also, I put f!reader because I used the term “wife someone” and I don’t KNOW IF YOU CAN SAY THAT TO A GUY/NON BINARY PERSON I’m sorry. Pls educate me. (also, watch me pretend to know anything about guitars here, lmao bye) Merry Chrism y’all!

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“Your Christmas gift for me is…my own album?” Jae asked, looking up just slightly confused. You had troubles holding back your laughter as you nodded, trying to muster an innocent expression. How you had waited for today, longed for the moment you could finally give him the gift you’d planned out so carefully. It had taken you months of planning and messaging back and forth with the company, countless nights spent editing in front of your computer.

Jae flipped the red and black box over, suspiciously eyeing the back of it. “Uh…thank you?” you rolled your eyes. “Open it, Jae come on!” he gave you another confused glance, only hesitatingly fumbling with the lid.

“Will it explode? Hey, why are you filming?” you shook you head quickly, motioning him to just finally focus on the task on hand. He sighed, having decided that questioning you or your choice of gift wouldn’t bring him any further now. All that was left was opening the album. With another sigh he flipped the cover open, facing…the completely regular content. There were the preorder-gift polaroids, a bookmark (with Wonpil at that) the lyric cards, photo cards, the photobook and in its back, as Jae knew, would be the CD. Nothing special. Jae was more than confused.

“I’m sorry, did I miss something? Did like, a fairy elevate from it or something?” you only laughed, shaking your head.

“Nope.” Jae sighed, giving you big, very confused eyes. “Jagi, help. I don’t want to seem ungrateful, I just really don’t…get it?” you gave him an innocent smile once again and nodded towards the album.

“Unpack it. Oh come on Jae, have you never unboxed an album before? Do it like me when I get mine in.” he snorted.

“I only make them, what would I unbox them for. And what do you mean, do it like you. Does that mean I’m supposed to squeal over Jackson Wangs face when I see him pop up somewhere?” you threw the discarded wrapping paper at him.

“You’re no fun Jae, seriously. Just go through it, Jesus Christ!” he sighed dramatically before finally, tilting the box so it’s content would fall into his hands. He gave you a quick look and you just nodded, urging him to continue.

“Am I supposed to go through the photobook?” you shrugged. “I mean, what would you do first if you were a fan of yourself and would get this in the mail?” he pursed his lips slightly. “I am a fan of myself. Y/N you’re no help at all.” you only snickered amused. “Jae, you’re a stoic little boy. Hurry up.” He gave you a glare before opening the photobook…and almost dropping it again.

“What the fu-?“ you couldn’t help yourself any longer and burst out laughing. Instead of the group pictures he’d probably expected, there was…something else. Still a group picture, with just the tiny difference that all the members wore Wonpils face. Jae flicked through the pages of the book, scanning over every picture before looking at you with a horrified look on his face. “What did you dooo?” he whimpered, opening the book at the page where he’s supposed to be – and was – but with Wonpils face montaged over his own. You couldn’t answer just yet, your breath hitching with giggled as you watched Jae stare at this army of Wonpils all over the pages of the book with a look of disgust.

“I’m speechless. How did you even get this done, who helped you. JYP himself?” he ran his fingers over the smooth surface of the pictures, now fighting a small smile.

“The demon, indeed.” Jae mumbled, and a tiny smile started to tug on his lips. You were on floor laughing, more than satisfied with your gift, more than happy with his reaction.

“So you wanna tell me…that you went through all this trouble…all of this…just so I would have a book with Wonpils face?” you nodded, teary eyed, sore throated  but happy. “For my favourite boy. A special edition, only copy that has ever been made. You like it?” he narrowed his eyes.

“C’mere you little minx…” and he leaped towards you. With a shocked squeal you scooted out of reach before getting on your feet as quick as possible and speeding for the kitchen. The chase did not go on forever, actually it ended almost instantly. Jae was faster (also because you wore fluffy Christmas socks which made everything dangerously slippery)  and had you trapped in his arms in no time. He picked you up for half a second maybe, right before he fell backwards onto the sofa, where he took it upon himself to tickle the living hell out of you. Only after a good ten minutes he stopped with it and pulled you into his chest.

“You’re so annoying.” Was all he had to say, the fond smile on his lips betraying him. You only grinned, turning around so you could comfortably rest in his arms. He glanced down at you, a smile dancing over his lips. You reached up to press yours against them, as if to catch the smile before it vanished.

“Now did you like it?” he laughed softly, pulling you tighter for a second. “Sure. Would you be mad if I burned it or something?” you stifled a laugh, intertwining your fingers with his, resting them on his belly.

“I kinda expected you to at least frame a few pages. You could hang it up in the studio, right over your guitar stand. The colours would look great with that deep red Gibson you got.” Jae hummed amused before he snapped up.

“Wait the what?” you bit back a tiny smile. “The deep red Gibson Les Paul Studio, you know that guitar. It would go well with the red aesthetic moment you guys got going on in the album.” You repeated, acting as if nothing was wrong.

“I…I don’t have a red Gibson…? I only have a black one, you know the old one…?”

“Are you sure you don’t have a red one?” he sat up, giving you a weird look. “What are you…”

“Oh come on, you didn’t really think I just got you the Wonpil photobook, did you?” his jaw fell slack.

“You got me a guitar?” you grinned proudly. “Younghyun helped me pick the right kind, since I have less than no knowledge about guitars. It’s waiting for you behind the coats in the hallway…I had to hide it somewhere. Go have a look.” Jae was on his feel faster than a chicken on speed and sprinted towards the clothing racks, slithering coming to a stop in front of them.

“Holy shit.” You laughed. “She’s beautiful! I can’t believe…are you serious?” he brushed carefully over the shinny ebony, placing the guitar in a way where it would rest safely on his lap. You leaned against his shoulder as you watched him brush over a few strings hesitatingly. The dark red fit beautifully into the scenery, the light up Christmas tree and cozy atmosphere, accentuating everything with a more Christmas-sy feel. “Damn. I know I shouldn’t swear on Christmas out of everything but holy shit, she’s beautiful.” you shrugged lightly, shooting him a wink. “Suits you perfectly then!” he clicked his tongue and gave you a slightly unbelieving look.

“Keep that behavior up and I’ll wife you before this year ends.” You huffed amused. “Yeah I mean I would, but I do not have the financial capability to do that, good Sir. You can still wife me, tho.” He shot you a quick grin before diverting his gaze back to the guitar.

“You know, I’m gonna do it anyways so...” Jae mumbled almost absentmindedly, gaze still fixed on the guitar. You looked up surprised, feeling a tingle rise in your chest. 

Was he…serious?

“Oh yeah?” he looked up at you, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. “What? Did you think I only got you a box of chocolates and those lame ass concert tickets for Christmas? The ring is in the top drawer of my nightstand, I had to hide it somewhere.” This time, it was your turn to stare at him blankly.

“Shut up Jae, you’re kidding.” He leaned back with a smug grin, shooting you a wink.

“Go have a look yourself, babe.”

— ✩ thank u for reading ✩ —

[ace-beef]

AH the Musical bits I love

- the way Michael looks like he’s focusing so hard on keeping to his rhythm in the sync at the beginning 

- “Geeeoooff! Tell us, whAt are we dOIN’ BOI? LET ME HEAR IT BABEEYY!” 

- Michael’s soft “what are we doooing” whisper

- Geoff’s face through the entirety of that part and the song, he looks 10000% done with them all skhfjdds 

- “what’s the last game Lindsay won?” “HEY!”

- “everybody shUT THE FUCK! UP!” [pause] “we’re playing GTA!” 

- the sprunk clusterfuck at the beginning of the first race 

- Gavin jumping onto the part of the track where the others were for the sole purpose to fuck with them 

- the moment Ryan said “I’m somewhat in the air” I knew exactly was about to happen 

- Fiona’s dress during the Still in the Air song!!! It’s so pretty!!! 

- the fact that the lyrics of Still in the Air screamed of a villain song yet the fairly calm and cheerful music of it was the complete opposite of a villain song... like it’s in a major key and is all light and boppy 

- “I’m falling down now, that Newton’s a dick, and soon I’ll be dealing with all of you pricks” 

- how ‘still in the air’ is a joke that is still being made despite the fact it’s origins were back in 2014, normally AH jokes die after like a year at most but somehow the ‘still in the air’ joke hasn’t died and ended up getting a song centered around it

- Fiona and Lindsay at the end ESPECIALLY Fiona dabbing before calmly walking off 

- “he’s back there exerting all over my back end” 

- “sorry Jeremy” “whahappened” [Michael sprunks Jeremy] “AAAAAA” [Michael cackles manically] 

- Jeremy during the entirety of Get Sprunked where he’s just going ape shit in the back

- Michael’s outfit in Get Sprunked 

- “look at you, passing me, as determined as can be, with your foot on the gas, you know what? KISS MY ASS” 

- Michael and Jeremy collapsing to the floor dead at the end of Get Sprunked

- the soft guitar in the Team OG song 

- the fact that neither Geoff or Jack can hold a tune that well but goddamnit the song made me soft anyway 

- “where would I be without Geoffrey” 

- “know that to me you’re worth 100 Gavin Frees”

- “Jack, I wish I could fire you” “I-I think the line is actually ‘I wish I could quit you’” “w-what’d I say?” 

- THE HUG AT THE END OF THE TEAM OG SONG WOW I LOVE MY INTERNET DADS :’)

- the shortest round of Offence Defense we have ever seen

- the moment Jack mentions that his team is up against the Dusk Boys the three of them instantly start fuckin’ around “duuuusskkk” 

- “the O2 has... depleteeedd”

- Jack with the backwards camera to see two black cars go spinning as Gavin screams

- THE DUSK BOYS OUTFITS IN HARD TO BREATHE LIKE DAMN THEY’RE LOOKIN’ GOOD 

- just everything that Gavin does throughout the entire Hard to Breathe song is hilariously funny 

- I am SURE Alfredo has eyeliner on and I’m HERE FOR IT

- the fact that the song sounds like a love song but is actually 100% just about oxygen is fucking hilarious 

- Gavin pretending to choke and the others just breaking out of their boyband characters to panic and make an attempt to help him

-“according to Wikipedia the transfer of oxygen into blood is called diffusion” “oohh y e a h” 

- Gavin dropping his sunglasses on the camera before fumbling to put them back on his face 

- “don’t know how you work but Google makes it sound true” 

- “in 8th grade my science project was about you” (wtf is 8th grade in British language?? Like,, year 7? Year 9?? Idk) 

- Gavin’s wide stance and hip thrust at the end of Hard to Breathe 

- the Dusk Boys high five with them all genuinely laughing and smiling at the end of Hard to Breathe IT MAKES ME FEEL SOFT AND FUZZY 

- “we can thrink-” [realises mistake] “I’M THRINKIN’” 

- “Alfredo do not take deep breaths! Take tiny sharp breaths!” 

- “this works out perfectly because Jeremy was dropped right at the end!”

- the fact that you can tell that Gavin it trying so hard not to laugh during the entire Gavin is a Prick segment

- Sarah sticking her middle fingers up at Gavin with a face of absolute shit-eating glee

- that shot of Matt’s face on the right with a faded out Matt on the left which looks like that Monsters Inc meme 

- “be strong for mummy” 

- Gavin hitting the webcam with his Matt-ball “you fuckin’ nailed the webcam!” 

- “Lindsay what are you in?” “I’m in baby” 

- Lindsay looks GREAT during Lindsay Wins by the way like I never thought I’d say this about Lindsay but after seeing that song she could punch me in the face and I’d be happy 

- “man, children at the office plus kids at home?? SHIIIIT”

- that black and white shot of Lindsay with the crown 

- “Michael shut the FUCK up and make me a sandwich!” 

- at the end “thanks guys bye!” YOU HAVE NO RIGHT BEING THAT CUTE LINDSAY 

- “Quick! Lindsay! Hit Jeremy! Kill that man!” 

- GOD literally everything about the FAHC song like literally this song slaps and I listen to it on repeat as well as watching it over and over again 

- SO. MANY. SLO MO. SHOTS. THEY’RE ALL BEAUTIFUL 

- that Mag King laugh after the opening chorus which I didn’t notice at first is just,,,,, ILLEGAL.... but like in a good way 

- that shot of them all walking in a line like they all look so good wtf 

- THE IN CHARACTER BIT IN THE HEIST ROOM especially the fact that the Vagabond sits there motionless throughout the entire bit

- the lil slo mo suit up shots like somehow they’re all so aesthetically pleasing to watch especially Jack putting on the shirt, Gavin’s face instantly becoming emotionless after he’s got the glasses on and RYAN FUCKING HAYWOOD WITH THE MASK WHILE STARING DIRECTLY INTO THE CAMERA 

- the shot of Ryan and Jack walking along the pavement is really satisfying and idk why 

- “if heaven’s really there we’re only getting in there by stealing the key” THIS!! This line right here is just PEAK FAHC like the vibes from that line my god

- GAVIN TRYING TO CATCH THE PIGEONS WHY IS THIS SO CUTE??? And it somehow fits in perfectly even though it technically does not fit with the ‘badass vibe’ at all 

- that FLAWLESS briefcase pass between the Battle Buddies  

- Geoff’s, Gavin’s, and Michael’s faces in the slow mo running shot 

- just,, Jack in the slow mo running shot,,,, this man is too good for this world

- Lindsay aggressively brandishing a knife like wow EDIT: I JUST NOTICED THAT SHE HAS A TINY GARBO IN HER OTHER HAND WTF I’M LAUGHING SO HARD

- Gavin spinning that briefcase 

- Gavin getting mugged at the end which was simply the icing on the cake of the whole song 

[little-birdseeker]

Battle of the Sisters

((This is actualy the third part of a story! You can find the second part here, or the beginning here~))

With the letter in her pockets, Isabelle strolled over the market of Kugane. The place was full, as always, but the little cat hat no problems with navigating through the masses. She was small and agile, after all, and could sneak through the crowd without being noticed. She knew exactly where to go - a small alley, where she would meet Iana again. She didn’t know why they had to meet there, but… well, Isabelle didn’t care. She was happy, her sister wrote a letter, like she had promised the last time, so she could take her measurements and make a dress for her. It was so exciting!

After a while she had finally managed to reach the alley. Iana was already there, leaning to a wall. “Oh, finally, there you ar- oh.” Ianas smirk vanished in an instant, and now her face was dominated by disgust. “The dye hasn’t been that good, has it? And didn’t i tell you that you shouldn’t be using magic anymore? You could hurt others, you know? Oh, and yourself as well. Magic is dangerous, and only responsible people like myself should make use of it.”

Isabelles heart stopped for an instant. She had tried to be prepared for this. Especially for this purpose she was wearing the same dress she wore the last time, although she would have loved to wear one of her other dresses, which were a bit more… well… red. “Eh… i just diiidn’t like it…”, she mumbled, a bit embarrassed to be called out like this. “But… buuut i know what i’m doing! I learned veeery hard to be able to use magic! I aaam responsible!” - “Oh, you…”, Iana chuckled. “You always thought you knew what you are doing. But you do remember the time, where you stabbed yourself with a needle? And that didn’t happen only once, and i bet it still happens pretty often, am i right?”

“Nooo, it does not! Since i learned at the weeeavers guild, i neeever hurt myself again! I have learned, how i can dooo everything! I’m skiiilled now! I knooow what i am doing!!”, Isabelle shouted, nearly crying again. How could her sister be so mean to her? Yeah, she had always been a bit overly self-confident, and a bit arrogant, but… it seemed like she was like a different person. Something… something didn’t feel right. Also, she looked so… so strange. Again, she looked more… more ‘womanly’, someone would say, even more than the last time, and she was so pale. “And the saaame goes for my maaagic! I’m veeery careful to nooot hurt anyone!”, Isabelle added. “And you.. you look and act sooo strange! Iaaana, what is wrooong with you?!”

“Wrong? Wrong with me?”, Iana shouted angrily. “YOU are the strange one here! YOU left home just like that! YOU were using magic! YOU are the one that looks totally different to mom and dad! And you accuse ME to be strange? How pityfull! Do you really think you are better than your big sister?” - “No, that’s not-” - “Shut your mouth, Isa! You know absolutely nothing! You were always like this, and you won’t change! You never did! Ever! But if you really insist… Let’s test who is the better sister. I’ll be at the beach of Shirogane. That’s where you live, right? Tomorrow morning, the beach, right before sunrise. If you are brave enough. If you think, you are better than me.” With a last smirk, Iana walked away, vanishing in the alley, leaving the confused Isa alone in the shadows. “That’s… that’s nooot what i meant! Please, Iana, come back!” But it was too late. Iana was gone.

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It was still dark, when Isabelle left the house. It was too early for the birds to be singing their morning songs, the chocobos were still sleeping. Most likely she was the first one to be awake this morning, although Valli could still be working. But Isabelle hadn’t checked. She wouldn’t want to be disturbed by her anyway, and Isabelle was not in the mood to meet anyone right now. Except for her sister.

With an uncomfortable feeling, Isabelle walked through Shirogane, heading to the beach. It  was quiet. Peaceful. Every now and then, she had been training with Sang this early. Stamina training, as he had told her. Running through Shirogane at this time was easy - no other person was around, after all, so they didn’t disturb anyone at all. But this… this was something else. It felt… weird. Wrong. Like she wasn’t even meeting her sister, but someone else. Or was her sister right, and Isabelle herself had changed so much? So much, that she didn’t even recognise her own sister anymore?

The beach was empty, when Isabelle arrived. Except for the one person. It was still too dark to recognise things, but as a Miqo’te, Isabelle had no trouble at all. Her sister, Iana. There she was, waiting. “Ohhh, you really did come here!”, Iana laughed. Which… didn’t sound like Iana at all. “I thought you wouldn’t. In fear, you would pick up a fight with me, your dear big sister.” - “A… a… a fiiight? I… nooo, i don’t waaant to fight! I… i thought…”, Isabelle stuttered, not sure what to do. What was this all about? Was that really her sister? She looked like her, yes, but… everything was so wrong!

“No fight? Oh, come on, Isa, i thought i made myself pretty clear yesterday, or did i not?”, the strange Iana laughed again. “Or did you really think we do a magic show of, have a great time, and that’s it? Oh no, that wouldn’t suffice. A real fight, a fight with magic, that’s the only way to find out, who is the better magician, the better Birdseeker!” - “NOOO! That’s… my sister… Iana neeeever picked up a fight in her life! She… she was alwaaaays kind! Not like you! You are nooot my sister! Who aaare you?!”, Isabelle desperately shouted at the Iana-looking person. “Oh, but i am-” - “You are not! You are not, you are not, you are nooot!”, Isabelle screamed. “You are acting toootally wrong! You sooound wrong!  You feeeel wrong! Your… your whole aaaether is wrong! You are nooot my sister! Where is she? Wheeere is Iana?!” Isabelles screams echoed over the beach, vanished over the ocean. It has been a long time since she had screamed that loud. Her throat hurt now, but she didn’t mind. She wanted to see her sister, not just a bad imitation.

For a moment, it was silent, until definitly not Iana started laughing. “Ohhh, so you did notice. How amusing. I thought you were too dumb. Or, at least that’s what your sister was thinking, i guess. She might have been wrong though, oh well. But don’t worry, your sister is right here, with me. She was just so kind to lend me her body, that is all, right?” Isabelle could see the evil grin on her sisters face, which didn’t belong to her anymore. “But, how shall i put it… she is rather weak, you know? You can’t do much with such a weak and unsexy body, even if you tweak it a little bit. It’s no fun after all. But you… you look really tasty. With your body… ohhh, the possibilties. And so much aether… What do you think, mind a deal? You give me your body, and you get your sister back, okay?”

Isabelle listened in horror to the words of her not-sister. What in the twelves name was she talking about? Lending her body? Who… who would do something like that? Who would possess others? Isabelle was thinking hard to find an answer, until she remembered her time in Ul’dah. The lalafell. The thaumaturges. A voidsent! A voidsent had possessed her sister! And it wanted to possess herself, too!

“N-No!”, Isabelle shouted at the voidsent, frigthened of what might happen next. “I will not give you myyy body! It’s miiine! And give my sister her body back, or else, i… iii…” - “Or… what? What do you want to do, you puny little girl? Oh, girl, just think about it. With my help, you could achieve so much. Think of all the power you could have. You could have all the men you ever wanted. Just… lend me your body.” It was… tempting. For a moment, Isabelle thought it could be a great idea, really, but… but her sister. Her friends. Did she really need that power? And every man? No! Never!

She shouted another “No!” at the voidsent, this time with much more determination. “I don’t neeeed your power! I don’t neeeed anything you can give me! Just give me back my sister!! Or else i… i will… i will destroooy you!” - “Destroy? Me? Laughable!”, the voidsand cackled. “Well, i promised your stupid sister, i wouldn’t hurt you, but if you don’t want to give me your body, well… then i have to take it by force, i guess. ”

A big fireball formed in the hands of not-Iana, while she began to float over the sand. From one second to another, the fireball came flying at Isabelle, who was able to cast a magic barrier just before it hit her. The fireball vanished, in the instant it hit the barrier - only hot air remained, which flowed around Isabelle. Another fireball followed the first one, but this time Isabelle was ready and dodged while throwing a magical windburst at the voidsent, followed by a lightning bolt. Both hit, but it didn’t seem like they did any harm to her. “As i said, laughable. What do you want to achieve with weak magic like this?”, the voidsent laughed. “THIS is real magic!”

Magical ice appeared in front of the voidsent and flew directly at Isabelle. The red miqo’te tried to dodge, but was hit several times. It hurt. It hurt so so much, but nothing a little healing magic couldn’t heal. She couldn’t loose! She had to win! For her sister! She had to save her sister! Faster than ever, she cured her wounds, ignoring the damage the ice had done to her dress, and threw a fireball at the flying Iana in front of her - this time much stronger than the magic she had been using before.

Again and again she threw magic at the voidsent, while trying to dodge and block the magic of it. Again and again she healed her wounds, while her dress fell apart slowly. It was never meant to be used in a fight anyway. But still, her enemy didn’t seem to be very impressed by her spells, although the voidsent seemed to be trying to dodge more and more, as Isabelle made her spells stronger and stronger.

Soon, the beach looked like a battlefield. Big holes had formed in the sand, where the magic spells of the voidsent had missed little Isa, and one of the little buildings at the beach had caught fire. But Isabelle kept fighting without thinking about it all. She was not tired, no, she still was warming up. Every spell she casted was stronger than the last one, while the voidsent looked more and more exhausted. “What… what ARE you?”, the thing yelled at her in fear. “I am Isabelle! And i want my siiister back!!”, Isabelle shouted, preparing yet again a stronger magic burst, which sent the voidsent flying, but it still wasn’t defeated.

How to defeat a voidsent? Did the lalafell tell her? She couldn’t remember! She just… couldn’t remember. It was… in Iana, right? And… wait, they did tell her something! What exactly was it? It was… eh... right!

‘Isabelle. If you ever have to fight a voidsent, and want to defeat it, there is only one way. Purge it. And hit it hard.’

Purging? Okay! “What, what is happening?”, her not-sister yelled, as Isabelle tried to focus her magic directly at her.

‘Hit it with all your might.’

More and more aether gathered around the voidsent, as Isabelle continued to push her limits.

‘Make it hurt.’

I will!, Isabelle thought, not knowing where all the aether came from, but she didn’t care. She just took it, showing at the damned voidsent, which was now expelled from the body of her sister.

‘Make it count.’

“Nonono, aaaargh!!”, the voidsent screamed, now filled with way more aether then it had expected from that little catgirl. “Where does that come from!?”

‘Release it all at once. That’s the only way.’

It exploded. All at once. Rays of pure magic shot from within the voidsent. The water they hit evaporated in an instant. The sand began to melt. Several buildings were damaged slightly, some catching fire. And the voidsent screamed and screamed, the voice pitching higher and higher, until it was over, until the magic was gone, together with the evil being. Only Isabelle remained, and the body of her unconscious sister, illuminated by the morning sun.

Was it… was it over? Was it gone? Isabelle couldn’t think nor walk straight. She had never felt as tired as now, but… but there was one thing to do! “Iana? Iaaana? Are you okay?” As fast as she could, Isabelle ran to her big sister, who was lieing there, with closed eyes, as if she was sleeping. “Iana? Are… are you huuurt? Wake uuup, Iana, i’m here! Iana!” She shook her a bit, but Iana gave no reaction. Was she... ? No, she couldn’t! She was not allowed to! Her heart was still beating, right? And she was still breathing! She had to be okay! Isabelle had saved her, so she had to be okay, right?

With her last strength, Isabelle took her sister from the ground, took her on her back, and walked slowly over the beach. “I… i knooow someone who can help you, okay? Everything will be fine! I prooomise!” Past the holes in the sand, past the burning building she carried her big sister, while breathing heavily. She had to bring her back to the free companies house. Valli could help her. She had to! She was the best healer she knew! Of course she could do something, right?

Isabelle nearly collapsed, as she reached the stairs that went up from the beach to the houses. “...Isabelle?”, a deep and familiar voice said on top of the stairs. “W-Wiiickid!”, Isabelle cried, not thinking about why he was here. “It’s… it’s my sister! She… i need to see Valli! Nooow!” She took another step, nearly collapsing again. Wickid went straight to her, trying to take Iana from her. “Nooo, i can do that alooone! Just tell-” - “Isabelle!” Wickid’s strict voice surprised her, giving her no chance to answer back. “You are hurt. Let me take her, and you go and tell Valle.” Without any objection Isabelle let take her Iana, and together they ran as fast as the could back to the house.

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“Vaaalli! Vaaalli!”, Isabelle cried in desperation while hammering at the door of the little lady, until she finally opened the door. Normaly, the miqo’te would disturb her because of some trivial matters, like wanting to read a book of hers (the answers was no) or asking where Sang was (she would like to know that herself, thank you), but this time…

When she saw the cat, she knew that something was wrong, that it was urgent. Isabelle had so much aether, she would normaly see a faint red glow of it, even with her glasses. But now, it was… gone. And when she took a glance over her glasses… she didn’t see her like a glowing red sun, but more like a strong red. That meant… what did that girl do? “Miss Birdseeker, what do you want?”

“Vaaalli!”, Isabelle cried, pointing at the stairs. “My siiister! Wickid… brought her here! She… a voooidsent! You have to heeelp her!!!”, the girl stammered - “Miss Birdseeker, please, calm down. A voidsent? Your sister? Can you explain tha-” - “Huuurry! You have to heeelp her!”, Isabelle interrupted her, trying to pull the lalafell to the stairs. “Miss Birdseeker!”, Vallencia shouted, freeing herself from the weak grip of the miqo’te. She was about to go back to her room - her work wasn’t finished yet - but… a voidsent? And Isabelle… she looked so miserable. Her dress had so many holes, so many cuts, her hair was a mess, her eyes red from all the crying… “Okay, where is she? Wickid brought her here, right?”

A moment later, Vallencia stood in front of the badly damaged and unconscious Birdseeker, who was lying on the couch in the main hall of the free company. What should she tell Isabelle? There was nothing left. All her aether was gone, except for a little faint glimmer. There was no way… but Isabelle still tried to push her own aether into her sister, although it would vanish into nothingness. Even Wickid sensed, that it was to late. But Isabelle…

As Vallencia wanted to speak up, a little miracle happened. The eyes of Iana opened slowly, fixating on Isabelle. “Isa…”, she said with such a weak voice. “I-Iana! Iaaaana!” Tears were running down her cheeks, as she saw a sign of life in the weak body in front of her. “I kneeew it! You are baaack! I’m sooo sorry, i didn’t want to hurt you, but i… the voidsent! And-” - “Isabelle…”, Iana interrupted her sister, stopping the flood of words. “How could i have not seen what a fine young lady you have become…?” A faint smile formed in her face. For a moment, the time stopped for Isabelle. Did… did her sister really accept her? Praise her? At least a bit? Did she really make her proud? Now, they could start over! They could make dresses together! And be happy, right?

And then, reality came back. Ianas eyes closed, but her smile remained, as the last bit of aether in her body faded. “I-Iana?”, Isabelle asked, not understanding what was happening. “Iana? You… you’re just sleeping, right? Just sleeping? Iana? Saaay something, Iana? Iaaana? You… no, you can’t go! Stay with meee, Iana! Iaaana! Iaaana!!!”

It was heartbreaking to watch, as Isabelle shook the body of her sister. But it was no use. She was gone, and would not return ever again. “Isabelle…”, Wickid tried to calm her, putting his hand on her shoulder. “Wickid, she is just sleeeeping, right? It was tiiiering, right? She’ll be baaack, right?” Her tears were flowing down, dropping on her destroyed dress, onto the carpet. “Isabelle…”, Wickid said again. “Your sister, she has returned to Hydaelyn.” Isabelle stared at him. This… no way this could be real! Her sister was strong. She would never…! She could never…! Isabelle looked at Vallencia, but the lalafell didn’t return the favor.

There was nothing left to do. There was nothing she could do. Except for crying. Crying over her dead sister. Crying for all she had lost in this moment, while Wickid tried to calm her down by stroking her hair. Meanwhile, Vallencia returned to her room. There was still work to do, and Wickid would take care of Isabelle, and maybe… maybe she should inform Azura too. The elezen had taken care of the girl the last days, and she would know what to do.

[belbobaggins4eva]

Imagine singing your fav songs to the company

Notes: i don't own the hobbit or lotr! Enjoy! “hey fili” you sang excitedly. “oh hi bella!” fili said to bella from over the camp fire. Bella stood up an walk over to him to sit next to him. “so im going to sing some of my fav songs to the company, what do you think?” bella wispered to fili while shovelling stew into her mouth. “good idea, it might make uncle less grumpy !” you both looked over to thorin who was staring at the ground. ********************** After dinner Bella stood up and said “right im going to sing some of my fav songs from my home town!” everyone looked at her in a what-the-hell-are-you-doing way! Oh misty era of the mountains below! Keep ever watchfull my brothers souls! And should the sky be filled with fire and smoke! Keep watching over durins sons! Bella turned to thorin as she said this, seeing if he realised what the song was about. (Which he did!) And should we die tonightt we shall all die together! Raise a glass of wine for the last time, Calling out farther ohhh prepare and we wil, Watch the flames burn auburn on the mountain side With that thorin stood up and said “enough!” “fine ill sing a different song!” bella said huffing. I can scream at night! I can bite my lip! I can beg for freedom, But i wont get it! You have no love, your just a dirty king! You have a heavey heart, and i shouldn't love you! You have a heavy heart, but i love you! I do i dooooo i dooo! “ta da” bella said looking to see what everyone else thought. “my go!” said fíli. “oh valar” said ori groaning. “ahemm, 3....2....1!” Cann uuuu feel theee lovveeee tonniģghht! “make it stop!” screamed kíli. “arghhhh!” shouted thorin. “okay ill stop!” said fíli pouting angrily. “Bella” said thorin “come with me!” he stood up and walked into the trees, bella followed him and when they got to a clearing Bella asked “what is it thorin!”. “well... the second song... was that about me?” thorin enquired. Bella looked at him with a shocked face “NO!” although she had a crush on thorin, she had a bigger crush on the king of mirkwood whom she had only seen twice! “so who was it about?” thorin half yelled. “ummm welll i cant tell you!” she muttered. “why may i ask?” he said looking at the ground, “because! Its private!” bella screeched. “anyway why do you care? Are you jealous of my fabulous evlen crush! Oh is said to much..” she said putting a hand over her mouth. “WHAT!” thorin screeched, “YOU LOVE THAT PRISSY PONTIE EARED PRINCESS! INSTEAD OF ME THE GREAT THORIN OAKENSHIELD! ARGHHHH!” he fineshed. “thorin I.....” Bella said “NO I DON'T CARE ANY MORE! I WILL HAVE YOU IF IT KILLS ME, BECAUSE I AM AND YOUR KING AND I GET WHAT I WANT!” he shouted, before stepping closer to bella and virtually attacking her mouth. ******************** So the next morning the company found thorin and bella lying on the floor in eachothers arms. “HAH fee hand it over!” kili said to a rather anoyed fili who gave him a small bag of coins and then stalked off. The end Hope you enjoyed the story. Pls review or if you have any ideas tell me! ♡-♡

[lumpy-veev]

Here’s request number two! Kalo babysitting the heroes, and everything going to shit, requested by @prussiastronk​. Sorry this one took so long, I hope you enjoy!

Kalo Babysitting the Heroes

Kalo lazed on the couch with a book in his hand.

The heroes were at school, and he had just finished his latest mission, so he had a rare, quiet moment to himself where nothing was happening and he could just relax.

“Kalo?” said Doctor H, approaching him nervously.

“Hm?” Kalo’s eyes shifted from the pages in his hand to the introvert in front of him.

“I’ve been invited to do a panel for the Universal Inventor’s Convention on another planet,” said Doctor H. “So I’ll be gone for the next week or so. If it’s not too much work, could you take care of the heroes for me?”

“Oh, okay. Sure,” Kalo replied, thinking nothing of it in the moment.

“Thanks! I got contacts and general things-to-dos on the fridge if you need them!”

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The second Kalo and the heroes waved Doctor H. goodbye, the weight of the situation began to settle in.

Kalo panicked a little. Did he even know how babysit them?

Ok, he thought, combing through the situation in his head, I can cook, and I can clean. If they need help with homework, I’m decent at math and stuff. Plus they aren’t actually babies. I’m pretty sure they can take care of themselves well enough…

Huh. Maybe I can do this.

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The day started with a literal bang.

Actually, it was more of thundering BOOM.

Kalo bolted upright in bed. Careful S. threw a worried glance in his direction. He was awake too.

“Do you think it’s an attack?” Kalo whispered.

“D'know,” mumbled Careful S, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“Let’s go check,” the two of them slipped out, meeting Careless S, Happy S, and Smart S. outside.

“We gotta see what happened, but be careful,” said Kalo, “It could be anything.”

The others nodded, quietly making their way downstairs. 

“ARE THERE MONSTERS?!” Happy S. leapt ahead, ready for a battle. 

“Happy S, wait-!” Kalo called out. “Huh?”

They were all greeted with the sight of Sweet S, who was coughing in front of the kitchen, which currently had smoke billowing out of it.

It turns out that the loud noise they heard was not a monster, but Sweet S. having an cooking accident. To Kalo’s relief, she escaped unscathed.

“I wanted to make breakfast for you all to save Kalo some work,” she explained sheepishly.

Aww, Kalo smiled a little, his heart warmed at the sentiment.

“I think I left the pan on the stove for too long,” she continued to speak. “But everything blew up when I added the soy-sauce. Maybe I grabbed the wrong bottle…”

“Well, what did you get?” Smart S. asked, slightly intruiged by how Sweet S. managed to blow up the entire kitchen just by grabbing the wrong thing.

“I used this,” she pulled out a slightly charred bottle.

“Hey, I remember! That’s my bottle of gasoline!” Careless S. points out. “But I thought I put it in the fridge?”

“G-Gasoline?!” Sweet S. gasps.

“Nevermind that, how’s the kitchen?” asked Kalo, peeking into the smoking room.

The damage was actually pretty bad. The stove was pretty much gone, and it was at the center of a giant, burnt, black starburst that radiated across the entire kitchen.

The only thing that was still somewhat okay was the fridge, which only had a few scorch marks across the door of it.

At least the fridge’s okay, thought Kalo. I maybe I should call someone to clean this place up.

“Um, Kalo, what’re we gonna have for breakfast?” Happy S. asks, his stomach audibly growling.

“Hmm,” Kalo racked his head for ideas.

“How does take-out sound?” Kalo decided. The heroes chimed back with agreement.

Welp, take-out it is then.

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Kalo sighed, strolling through the market.

Sweet S. used everything that was left in the fridge, but of course, the ‘incident’ left eveything burnt and inedible.

So here he was, buying food for dinner.

“Don’t blow the house up while I’m gone!” Kalo had said, but now he was worried that he’d jinxed something.

Dang it, he mentally groaned, it’s only the first day. Am I’m gonna be able to last a week?

Bag of groceries in hand, he began to make his way home. Bright blue flames licked the air around him as he dematerialized into nothing but a blaze of hot blue energy.

Kalo raced home, weaving through buildings and trees, until it thinned out into the familiar desert-like terrain their house was located.

As he got closer, he was relieved to find that the house was still very much intact.

He landed near the entrance and walked in.

“Hey guys, I’m back!” Kalo was greeted to the sight of the five heroes silently sitting on the couch.

They all looked…suspiciously guilty.

Except for Careful S.

He just looked really, really unamused.

Kalo locked eyes with Careful S, and his eyes briefly flicked upwards.

So something happened upstairs, he thought, mentally translating the glance.

“So, did anything happen while I was gone?” Kalo asked, opting not let the rest of them know that he suspected them of anything. He set the groceries on the dinner table.

“No, not at all!” Happy S. grinned nervously, his voice rising an octave higher than normal. The rest of them were trying and failing to seem aloof.

“Really?”

“Yup!”

Kalo raised a brow.

“Alright,” he shrugged. “I’m going upstairs. Tell me if-”

“Wait!” Smart S. yelped. “Do you really need to go upstairs? Maybe you can…uh…dooo something downstairs!”

Careful S. put a hand to his forehead, letting out a small sigh.

The other heroes cringed. They really weren’t good at lying.

Kalo raised a brow.

“I think I’ll go upstairs,” he stepped into the elevator and headed up.

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The first thing he noticed, was the smell of smoke. It was acrid and metallic.

A bomb.

Then he saw the second floor, or rather, the state it was in.

It looked just like the kitchen, if not worse. The walls were scorched black, and there was a hole in the back of the ceiling.

For a solid minute, Kalo just stood there, trying to wrap his head around what he was seeing.

The heroes came up the elevator right behind him, filing out behind him.

“Uh…we can explain?” Careless S. said timidly.

Kalo pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Please do.”

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Happy S. slammed his workbook closed.

His homework was finished! Now he could play with the others!

Happy S. raced downstairs. Smart S. and Sweet S. were watching some cheesy soap opera. Careful S. was there too, fiddling with a rubix cube.

“You guys wanna play soccer?” He asked.

“I’m down with that,” Smart S. shrugged. He turned to Sweet S. “Tell me who the murderer is at the end!”

“Mm,” Sweet S. nodded a little, most of her attention still on the screen.

“Hey Careful S, how about you?” Happy S. poked his head. Careful S. sighed and pocketed his rubix cube.

Might as well join. It was easier to give in anyways.

“We should go get Careless S,” said Smart S.

So they made their way upstairs, and Happy S. knocked on his door.

“Careless S.~? Come play soccer with us!”

The door opened with a click, and Careless S. stepped out.

He was holding a bomb.

“Soccer sounds great!” He chirped.

The other heroes gasped and stumbled back. Careless S. blinked, then realized why the others were so startled.

“Ooh, are you guys worried about this? Well, don’t worry, this is an audio-bomb I’ve been working on! It’ll only start if some says 'begin detonation countdown’!” Careless S. stands there, grinning innocently.

The bomb’s timer lit up and began to tick down. The heroes began to panic.

“Turn it off! Turn it off!” Smart S. shrieked.

“Uh, uh, I forgot how!” Careless S. said, his mind pulling a blank. In a panic, he threw the bomb to Smart S, who in turn, threw it to Happy S. like a game of hot potato.

Happy S. attempted to throw the bomb to Careful S, but as soon as the bomb left his hands, Careful S. stepped to the side and teleported away, not wanting to deal with the bomb.

KABOOM

The bomb exploded, blackening the walls and taking out a part of the ceiling with it.

Sweet S. rushed upstairs in a panic.

“Guys, I heard an explosion! Is everyone-?” Sweet S. coughed and waved away the smoke in her face. She froze when she saw the extent of the damage.

For a few seconds, it was just silence.

Then Happy S. spoke up.

“Kalo’s not gonna be happy.”

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And he wasn’t.

“I was gone for TWENTY MINUTES.” He’d said, exasperated.

The rest of the day was spent cleaning the upstairs area, redoing the wall paper, and patching the hole in the ceiling.

It was dark out by the time they had completely finished. The upstairs area was pretty much normal once they were done.

Kalo sighed for what seemed like the hundredth time that day.

Well, he thought, at least that’s over with.

Brrrrrring! Brrrrrring!

The phone rattled in its holder.

“Hello?” Kalo picked it Up. It was Doctor H.

“Hey Kalo! So it turns out the convention’s been canceled. Something about an important person being really sick. So I’ll actually be back sometime by tomorrow afternoon,” he said.

“Oh okay!” Kalo replied.

After hanging up, he let out a yawn and headed to bed. He said goodnight to Careful S, tucked himself in, and rolled over.

What a day, Kalo thought. At least I’m not gonna have to deal with a week of this.

Although…

He couldn’t shake the feeling that he had forgotten something.

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THE KITCHEN.

Kalo bolted upright in bed, this time not from any loud noise, but from the realization that he would have to practically redo the entire kitchen before Doctor H. came home.

“Careful S, wake up!” Kalo hissed through clenched teeth. Careful S.’s eyes popped open.

“What-?”

“Meet me outside the kitchen, I’m getting the others.”

After rounding up four more sleepy heroes, he began to explain the situation.

“Isn’t Doctor H. coming home five days later?” asked Careful S.

“Well, funny thing is…he’s actually coming home today. This afternoon,” Kalo said sheepishly.

Suddenly, the heroes didn’t seem so sleepy.

Kalo looked at the clock.

8:30 am

They had at least three hours and 30 minutes. Four hours if they were lucky.

“Alright, this isn’t the best situation, but if we buckle down and get to work, we can finish this,” said Kalo. “And don’t worry, I’ll order breakfast.”

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Doctor H. stretched when he got off the taxi.

A happy sigh escaped his mouth. It felt good to be home.

He grabbed his luggage, and plodded up the stairs.

“Guys, I’m back!” He called, knocking on the door. Kalo was the one who answered the door.

“Welcome home,” he smiled. Everyone was on the couch, watching TV. It seemed everything was fine.

“I’m gonna go grab something to eat,” Doctor H. passed his luggage off to Kalo, who seemed just a little tenser than before.

He opened the fridge and scanned its contents.

Bread, cheese, ham, hmmmm…I guess I’ll make myself a sandwich.

As he made his meal, he couldn’t help but feel something was off.

“I could’ve sworn the wall paper was a darker shade of yellow.” Doctor H. thought aloud.

…

“Mm. Probably my head messing with me.”

Unbeknownst to Doctor H, Kalo had just doubled over with relief.

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Chapter 2, Section 1-Footprints of the Evil Food Eater; Scene 3

Praeludium of Red, page 77-86

♣ Yukina ~In the Beelzenian Empire, "The Graveyard Before the Garrison"~

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Chartette and I walked along the road through the graveyard.

You needed to go through here no matter where in Beelzenia you were headed, if you started from the garrison.

If it had been a clear day out there wouldn't be anything special about the place, but as today was unfortunately foggy, the dim light brought about an indescribable eeriness in the graveyard.

"Is that soldier that you were talking to earlier another one of your subordinates, Miss Chartette?"

I spoke to Chartette to distract myself from my fear.

"Yep. Although he's patrollin' the checkpoint right now, yannow."

"Is there something going on at the checkpoint?"

After making a moody expression, Chartette averted her eyes from me. "Yeah. I'd like to tell ya, but it's confidential military business, so…"

If it was confidential then there was no helping it. Military regulations were absolute to them. But then, there were people who were diligent about that, and those who were unexpectedly irresponsible about it.

"Sorry."

"Haha, I don't mind," I replied with a smile.

"…There just might be a full-fledged fight about to start with the Lucifenian army nearby, yannow…"

I hadn't seen any sign of conflict between the Beelzenian and Lucifenian armies since arriving in Rucolebeni--since I'd been in Retasan, strictly speaking.

Perhaps that was caused by the internal affairs in both countries, or maybe there was some political strategy going on. In either case, generally speaking I had little way of knowing what it was in more depth, not being a member of either countries. I didn't need to know, either.

But the soldiers of the Langley Unit were all good-natured people, and in Lucifenia I'd been looked after by Lily and the soldiers in the Retasan Fortress. I had no wish to see them all fight and kill each other.

.

Chartette abruptly stopped, and whispered, "…Hold up, Yukina."

"What's wrong, Miss Chartette?"

Chartette picked up a branch at her feet without answering my question, flinging it towards a spot deep in the fog. I couldn't see clearly, but there appeared to be something there.

"What a distasteful place you're living in, Chartette." The voice that came back to us seemed young, and feminine. "Ah, you know what? When you die, there'll be graves right nearby for you. If you look at it that way, I guess this place is pretty convenient, haha."

She quietly drew closer to us. She wore a blue longcoat and a mantle.

Is that a Marlon military uniform? Why is there a Marlon soldier in a place like this?

Her hair, wrapped in a long side-ponytail, was very beautiful. She was smiling, but there was certainly no suggestion of friendship in it; rather, it had an overpowering hostility.

I quickly hid behind Chartette.

There's nothing to worry about--Miss Chartette won't lose to a foe like that!

Even as I thought that, Chartette's back was shaking a great deal.

Whaaaaaaaaaaaat!?

But it seemed that fear was not the source of her trembling.

"…What are you doing here?"

Were they acquaintances? I asked Chartette.

"She's a workmate from long ago…when I was a maid, yannow," she replied.

Chartette having once served as a maid attendant on the princess in Lucifenia was something that I'd only just heard from the person herself earlier.

"We two who once played with Princess Riliane at the palace five years ago are now facing each other again as soldiers. I'll never understand this world of ours…Kyahaha!"

The girl in the Marlon military uniform laughed maniacally.

"So it was you who killed the border guard and invaded at dawn today. Why would you do something like that!?" Chartette cried, voice suffused with anger.

"Why?" The other girl tilted her head to the side mockingly, expression unchanging.

"Right now we're in an armistice. Even a Marlon soldier can get in the country, assumin' they go through the proper channels, yannow." I myself had considerable pains getting into the country, and I wasn't even a soldier, but I didn't interject. This wasn't the time to point that out. "You don't need ta use such rough tactics, yannow..."

The girl in the Marlon uniform interrupted Chartette's sentence. "That's why! I came here to pronounce an end to the armistice!"

Chartette gazed upon the other girl who talked with a strangely exalted speaking style, and muttered, "…Yer personality's changed so much since I last saw ya…"

"By the way."

The Marlon girl suddenly moved her gaze from Chartette to me.

It was like she had only just now realized I was there.

"Who's that cute little girl you've got with you? …Have we met somewhere before?"

I did feel as though I'd seen her face before, long ago, but…I couldn't remember. She was a soldier, so maybe she was from the Retasan Fortress? But I had no memory of catching sight of her during my time in Retasan.

"My apologies. I don't quite recall."

It wasn't good to put on any pretension. I confessed honestly.

"Ah, I see. Well then, let me introduce myself~" It seemed she didn't care about my response either way. "I am the head of the Marlon Special Maneuvers Task Force that was dispatched to Retasan Fortress, Ney Phatipe. Pleeeased to meet you."

"Ah--Thank you for the polite introduction. I myself am…"

Chartette interrupted as I was about to tell her my name.

"Anyway! If yer sayin' the armistice is over, then you better get outta here right now, yannow! If you stay, I'll have to beat you up, yannow!"

"You'll beat me up unarmed, huh?"

It was true that Chartette wasn't carrying a weapon right now.

In fact, I'd never seen her carry one.

"My fists are all I need, yannow!"

"Oh, is that right? You trained yourself in that, didn't you? Then you're going to try to kill me, eh? Just like you did the head maid…just like you did my mother!"

The smile vanished from Ney's face.

That's right, Phatipe. I recognized her surname. It was the name of one of the Three Heroes, Mariam Phatipe, who Chartette bested in the "Battle of the Heavenly Yard". If Ney Phatipe was her real name, then that must mean she was Mariam's daughter.

"Th-that's not true, yannow. I wasn't the one who killed the head maid! …I think."

According to documents that recorded what happened, Chartette had won in one-on-one combat against Mariam, but as she hadn't delivered the killing blow, Mariam escaped. Her corpse had been discovered after the revolution was over, stabbed in the back….That's how it was thought to have happened.

If Chartette's weapon was her gauntlets, than that would mean that the stab wound on her corpse was done by someone else.

I didn't know if Ney wasn't aware of that, or if she knew and said it on purpose to unsettle her.

Ney smiled once more.

"Haha, I'm just kidding, Chartette. I know you didn't kill her. Because I'm the one who did it."

"Wha--!?"

Chartette cried out in surprise, clearly shocked by what she was saying. Then she stiffened, as though frozen.

Ney continued speaking, not minding Chartette.

"Well, I don't care about that. This is our long-awaited reunion after all. Let's have a drink. I picked up a good wine in town earlier."

She suddenly took out a wine bottle and glass.

The conversation had gotten so off track that I couldn't follow with what was what. Chartette seemed to be in the same position, just looking on in bafflement.

"Oh no! This won't dooo! I only have a glass for me. Well then, I guess I'll be drinking alone." Ney skillfully undid the cork on the bottle with one hand. “Chartette, you’ll have to drink later with Allen.”

“...? But Miss, my name isn’t Allen.”

Ney ignored me, pouring wine into the glass.

“Well then, a T O A S T”

Then, after filling the glass to the brim, she raised it overhead…

And dumped it on the ground without drinking it.

“...?”

I couldn't grasp the significance of her actions for a moment.

But a strange event occurred immediately afterwards.

.

“UUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNHHHHH!”

.

There was an indescribable low noise, sounding like a moan or subterranean rumbling.

Gravestones swayed all over, and then the ground began to rise unnaturally.

Was this...some form of spell!?

No, no it’s not. It’s something far and away more dangerous...

“Run! I got a bad feeling about stayin’ here, yannow!” Chartette cried.

“But...to where?”

“...For the time bein’, this way!”

We turned our back on Ney and ran in the direction of Rucolebeni.

She didn’t appear to be chasing us.

She just clutched the glass in her hand and laughed loudly.

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Mike x S/O with stage fright

(Note: I have not seen the Hamilton Musical. This is non-canonical to the musical.)

Today’s challenge is just gonna be great. Just lovely... You thought. 

Today’s challenge was supposed to be simple. Emphasis on supposed to be. What was it exactly that was causing you so much anxiety? Today’s challenge was to choose and preform a scene from a musical. Your team chose “Helpless” from Hamilton. Guess who they chose for Elizabeth Schuyler? Yep, you. And guess who they chose for Alexander Hamilton? YEP, Your one and only crush, Mike. They also had Zoey play as Angelica Schuyler. So as you were all rehearsing and getting ready, you became super anxious.

You had wicked bad stage fright. You tried to protest but of course, Scott forced you anyways. You sat in your 18th century dress on the edge of the stage, going over the lyrics over and over, not wanting to forget. You didn’t notice until Mike had pointed out how you were scratching your arms out of anxiety. He sat down beside you and looked over at you, “You’re looking a bit nervous. Wanna tell me what’s up?” Mike was so kind, he always made you feel better.

“I guess I’m just super nervous about being on stage. I don’t wanna screw up and make everyone mad,” You said softly, fiddling with your hands. Mike wrapped an arm around your shoulder and gave you a gap-tooth grin. 

“Look, (Y/N), I’m sure you’ll do just fine. If anyone is gonna mess up it’s gonna be me. Because what if Vito or Svetlana come out? They will totally ruin it..” He laughed awkwardly. You knew about his personalities, and promised to not tell anyone. 

You felt a little bit better, but then they called for the shows to start, and whoopdie-fucking-doo, the Mutant Maggots were first.

You, Zoey and Mike all got into places. Then you started after clearing your throat.

Oh!~

I do I do I do I dooo!~

Hey! 

Oh!~

I do I do I do I dooo!~

Boy you’ve got me helpless!~

Look into your eyes, and the sky's the limit, I'm helpless!~

Down for the count, and I'm drownin' in 'em!

You anxiously glared over at Mike who at first was gawking at the surprisingly very good quality of your voice, but then gave you a super happy and reassuring look.

I have never been the type to try and grab the spotlight, we were at a revel with some rebels on a hot night!

Laughin' at my sister as she's dazzling the room, then you walked in and my heart went "Boom!"

Tryin' to catch your eye from the side of the ballroom, everybody's dancin' and the band's top volume

Grind to the rhythm as we wine and dine!

Grab my sister and whisper, "Yo, this one's mine." 

My sister made her way across the room to you...

And I got nervous, thinking, "What's she gonna do?"

She grabs you by the arm, I'm thinkin' "I'm through" 

Then you look back at me, and suddenly I'm...

You danced around a bit, actually getting into it. You grinned and belted out the next verse.

Helpless!~

Oh, look at those eyes!

Oh! Yeah, I'm helpless, I know

I'm so into you, I am so into you!

I know I'm down for the count and I'm drownin' in 'em!  

Zoey sang the backup for you as she walked over to Mike. Mike snapped out of his daze to come in on his line.

“Where are you taking me?” Mike said.

“I am about to change your life,” Zoey said, giving him a calm grin.

“Oh, then by all means, lead the way,” Mike responded, smiling and shrugging as Zoey lead Mike towards you.

“Elizabeth Schuyler, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” You said, bowing a little.

“Schuyler?” Mike questioned.

“My sister,” Zoey answered.

“Thank you for your service,” You smiled and bowed again.

“If it takes fighting a war for us to meet, it will have been worth it,” Mike replied, placing a hand on your cheek and smiling.

You turned and walked away, getting into place and singing the next verse.

One week later!

I'm writin' a letter nightly.

Now my life gets better, every letter that you write me

Laughin' at my sister, 'cause she wants to form a harem,

I'm just sayin', if you really loved me, you would share him!

Two weeks later in the living room stressin'.

My father's stone-faced while you're asking for his blessin'.

I'm dying inside, as you wine and dine,

And I'm tryin' not to cry 'cause there's nothing that your mind can't do... You fiddled with your hands, channeling your previous anxiety to display a mock anxiety for the scene of Eliza stressing over the situation.

My father makes his way across the room to you... 

I panic for a second, thinking, "We're through." 

But then he shakes your hand and says, "Be true." 

And you turn back to me smiling, and I'm... Helpless! I'm helpless, whoo! Yes mommy, that boy is mine Helpless!

Down for the count and I'm drownin' in 'em!

Mike walked over to you and took your hands into his own, looking you in the eyes and smiling as if he actually meant the next verse he sung,

(Y/N), I don't have a dollar to my name

An acre of land, a troop to command, a dollop of fame

All I have's my honor, a tolerance for pain

A couple of college credits and my top-notch brain

Insane, your family brings out a different side of me

Peggy confides in me, Zoey tried to take a bite of me

No stress, my love for you is never in doubt

We'll get a little place in Toronto and we'll figure it out

I've been livin' without a family since I was a child

My father left, my mother died, I grew up buckwild

But I'll never forget my mother's face, that was real

And long as I'm alive, (Y/N), swear to God

You'll never feel so…

You blushed hard as you looked up at him, stars and tears in your eyes as he gave you a dopey ass grin, especially over the fact that he actually changed the lyrics to fit you. The two of you slipped behind the curtains to make your quick wardrobe change as the rest of your team sung the last portion. Then finally, the two of you walked out, you in a surprisingly decent looking wedding dress and Mike in a pretty sharp looking tux. The wedding march played as you and Mike joined for the final harmony.

In New York you can be a new man.

In New York you can be a new man.

In New York you can be a new man.~

Helpless!~

 You actually earned some claps from Chris, Chef and some of the Toxic Rats. You grinned wildly at Mike as you practically bounced with happiness. “I did it! I did it! Hehehe!” You giggled as you yanked him by the tie and kissed him. 

After you pulled away you whooped and threw your arms in the air, leaving Mike in a complete daze, a hand over his chest as he stared wide eyed at you. 

Afterwards, you were changed out of your costumes, and you were sitting at one of the picnic tables with Mike and Zoey. You sat down with your food, as you heard Zoey tell Mike, “Just tell her already!” Mike sighed and looked over at you, “Look, (Y/N)... I meant every word of that final verse of that song... I really like you, (Y/N)... Hehe..” He laughed nervously.

“I meant every second of that kiss,” You smiled at Mike, placing your hand over his. The two of you smiled like dorks at each other. After dinner, you and Mike had spent a decent portion of the night staring at the stars, and you both fell asleep, snuggling up to each other.

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My thoughts on Hamilton West End

Thoughts on Hamilton West End 21/12/17 (night after opening!)

(This is long as shit and very messy it's full of first impressions and random things I've remembered (mainly the funny bits ngl) all mixed up together I apologise but I needed to get it out somehow cos I'm not good at expressing emotions lol, also the words funny, excited and hyper are prolly overused i apologise)

Bearing in mind I have not seen the bway show and the creative team is largely the same so I'm sure I'll talk a Talk about thinks that are similar in both

Vic pal theatre is stunning it's just been renovated our seats were sick even though we were about half way up the upper circle we had a brilliant view of the stage and the stage still felt really close

On a vaguely related note I wore my 'AND PEGGY' baseball cap and 3 of the stewards said they liked it it was cute

Act 1

FIRST THINGS FIRST THE CHOREOGRAPHY WAS STUNNING. A mash up of hip hop, modern and ballet. How you even think if that I don't know. There was always SO MUCH going on and the energy was constant - wether they were synchronised doing the same thing or all doing something different from the Schuyler sisters on the high walkway or the ensemble doing lifts in pairs even or whatever it just made me wanna dance (lol bc I can't) I can't talk about it enough but I'll stop now because I'm not eloquent enough.

Burr - voice is really unique and it was kinda weird at first (may be due to being used to Leslie) but you got used to it and I think reall suited the character? His mannerisms and physicality were SO BURR. Also was really funny! All his little one liners were done really funny-ly and well thought out.

Before they had King George to do a little announcement about phones and I love it also meant I was ready for the dum dum dumdum bc I was super nervous (in a good way?)

A.ham (song) - ahh it's such a good intro. when burr first came on there was an orange yellow light behind him and it made a super long shadow onto the stage and it was p o w e r f u l.

When they all came to the front of the stage in a line I was so excited because I've been waiting for that moment for 2 years

I LOVED Jamel Westman as Ham he was sick. He's just come out of RADA how do you deal with taking on a part like that with such little experience whoa . I must say that I think I liked him a lot more in act 2 than act 1 he seemed a bit stiff in act 1 but that may have been be I'm used to Lin who I think played him more nerdy and hyper? Kinda. I love both but Westman was insane. Also had a really nice singing voice.

Angelica slated my entire being Rachel John is perfect for that part

George Washington had a husky singing voice and it suited him so well

KING GEORGE III is possibly my favourite character ever he's so funny and extra.

I don't think Michael Jibson had the best singing I've heard in that role (but like who can even sing that it's high to kudos to him for hitting those notes) his 'kill your friends and family' was hilarious he sang the up until 'and family' which he said really seriously and then he left a massive pause where he just stared at the audience. I giggled. On the last da da dadadaaa's he did a little shoulder wiggle which was funny too! There was a couple of points over the three songs where he held long notes for even longer than necessary which was good too

Now my friends went and saw it in previews a couple of weeks ago and said they didn't really like Rachel Ann Go as Eliza so I did go in expecting to not like her as much ( I trust my friends opinions) which obviously wasn't great and I tried to go in with an open mind but I kinda understand why you might not like her however overall I thought she was good and I liked her a lot more in act 2 than act 1. At first I felt she was almost too excitable and hyper which more of a Peggy thing (speaking of, Peggy was really grumpy and cute which was funny) although Eliza did become a lot more restrained throughout the show which I think was a good choice as it helped show age and I think was more Eliza anyway. I thought her Best of Wives and Best of Women was perfect though. He American ACCENT though was not great I hate to say it but it was very British a lot of the time and in the 'ohhh I do I do I do I dooo' bit in helpless she sounded cockney? I'm sorry how

AWE IN HELPLESS ANGELICA COULDN'T GET ELIZA'S VEIL ON IN TIME SHE TRIED LIKE TWICE AND IT JUST SLID RIGHT IFF I FELT SO BAD It wasn't super noticeable though and things are bound to go wrong

In story of tonight reprise when Lauren's goes I've seen wonders great and small they all looked at Laf bc he was really short it was funny

Most of Wait for it was really still which was nice as it gave a rest from the crazy continual movement and action from the last few scenes. Also Burr has a peng voice

Ten duel commandments was super intense ahh

YORKTOWN WAS SO EXCITING IVE SEEEN ALL GHE PROMOS FOR THAT SONG AND TO ACTUALLY SEE IT LIVE SO EXHILARATING Westman was a stern leader and it worked really well

You could just tell that the audience thought it was the end of act one but NOPE SIT DOWN WE STILL GOT MORE

Also cheer on "immigrants: we get the job done" was British and polite but still there and I was READY FOR IT

on 'I'm so blue' in What Comes Next? Kings George did a little frustrated stamp and the red light he was standing snapped to blue it was good

Dear theodosia was super cute Burr and Ham were in matching costumes but Burr's waistcoat was purple and Ham's was green

Laurens' death was SAD but Cleve September is PERFECT for that role

Felt the transition from Laurens' death to not stop was bit quick, like I needed to feel sad for longer, it just sort of went straight into not stop

NON-STOP DAMN after the treasury or state bit Ham's 'lEtS gO' was so exciteable loved it.

On angelicas as it about her husband they got to the don't forget to writteee part and Angelica got taken away on the revolve Eliza was put into her place it was SO CLEVER near the end the staircase came into the middle and Washington was on the top and it was I N T E N S E

Clapped a freaking lot at the end of act one

Act 2

Dad called jeferson 'purple rain prince guy'

Seriously though the purple velvet was A Look

SUCH AN CRAZY Jefferson! Did loads of dancing and jumping and twirls is was so funny how he would just suddenly go into it

Ham snaked Washington when going in for a handshake he fully cut him off

I'm Take A Break they changed "John Adams doesn't have a real job anyway" to "the Vice President is not a real job anyway" which I think was changed so it's clearer to the audience who they're talking about

The cabinet battles were fab like I said before Westman was a calmer Hamilton but was more realistic 'We will reconvene after a brief reset' was said really sweetly to the audience like nothing was going wrong it was funny

Before Say No To This my friend just whispered Owh Dear really quietly and honestly? Mood

Christine Allado did a super sultry voice which was strong but deffo works for Maria.

The room where it happens was sick!!!

At one point the whole stage was in red lighting except for a bright white box that Burr was in it was so cool. Also VOCALS in this were amazing The Riffs!!!!

Cleve September as Phillip was cute you could really see the age difference between 9 and 19

The vocals in One Last Time we great "George Washington's going homeeeee" had me shook

In I Know Him King George seemed really crazy and manically smiled on 'that poor man their going to eat him alive'

And the crazy laughs at the end was brilliantly MANIC

He didn't leave at the end of his song just sat lower stage right and danced to the beginning of The Adams Administration which was funny but what was even better was that half way through his little introduction Burr noticed the king watching a gave him a odd look and the king just did a hand wave to tell him to continue and kept shimmying

WESTMAN'S VOICE IN HURRICANE WAS BEAUTIFUL

REYNOLDS PAMPHLET WAS FUNNY RVEN THOUGH I FELT BAD JEFFERSON LOOKED SO HAPPY AMD THE SET LOOKED REALLY COOL WITH ALL THE PAPERD FLYINV AROUND HAM BUT I COULDN'T EVEN FOCUS ON ANGELICAS BiT BECAUSE I WAS BUSY LAUGHING AT KING GEORGE DANCING WITH THE CHORUS AND ADDING HIS ONE SHEET IF PAPER TO THE MESS

oh but I loved was when Angelica arrived and the ensemble too way her bags in one motion it was slick and I enjoyed it

Burn was nice but I think Rachelle Ann Go made it a bit too vibrato-y which became kind of annoying (also I kinda felt though the entire thing she was forcing a really classical voice which was nice but didn't really work) her voice is amazing though apart from that and I really felt the reserved sorta anger in the performance

Blow Is All Away was SAD I COULD HEAR EVERYONE ONE CRYING AROUND ME, good dying (lol) on September's part

I wasn't a fan of Eliza's scream/cry when Phillip died I'm not sure what it was I didn't like but her counting WITH him was PErFECT

It's Quiet Uptown is the saddest thing ever lemme tell you. I don't cry. I cannot remember the last time I cried, particularly not at normal sad things. I saw Les Mis two weeks ago and didn't even get tear-y, so you can imagine how freaking sad this song has to be to get me to almost cry. I had pretty watery eyes and one hell of a snotty nose. It was bad. The lines like 'the unimaginable' were the worst. If you thing the cast recording is sad just wait until you see it live

After Jefferson came in with "can we get back to politics" he said it like he was tired of all the sad personal stuff which was funny and the Madison came on saying please and his voice broke like he had been crying at It's Quiet Uptown as well which was funny and it provided some well needed comic relief

When ham said he was voting for Jefferson Jeff did his twirls and dances again which was great and burr looked SO MAD

Your Obedient Servant was passive aggressive af it was great. And the ensemble was doing like lighthearted ballet and around them which actually worked really well Line change from "weehawkin, dawn" to "New Jersey, dawn" I'm assuming cos they've mentioned New Jersey more so it was clearer? Idk

Like I already said Best if Wives And Best of Women was 10/10 perfect

Ok so the world was wide enough Giles Terra (Burr) didn't do The Line™ in a really emotional way he did IT angry bc let's be honest you don't wanna compete yourself to Leslie on that so I enjoyed the change. HAMS SPEACH WHEN HE GEST SHOT IS SO GOOD I COULD NOT DEAL WITH IT

Also the choreo when Burr says "they row job back across the Hudson" they did this cool rowing move next to Ham and with the revolve it looked like they were on a boat!

I thought Eliza was quite good in WLWDWTYS "the orphanage" is such a nice bit

The gasp at the end was not made clear however. I understand it as Eliza seeing the audience and realising that her work has come true and that the legacy continues right? I only know that bc I read it beforehand, I think it could have been made clearer by the house lights come if up slightly so the audience knows Eliza seeing us. Also the way the gasp/hand move was done it made it seam Eliza was about to go into some really stereotypical opera singing? I just think she could have referenced the audience more but it's a really cute idea that I like.

All the cast bowed at the same time it was so cute and important bc everyone put in so much effort and they all deserved to be together

Straight up standing ovation oc

The play out music at the end was a really jazzy mashup of the songs and if my brain had been fully functioning after the show I would remember what songs but it was sick and they did the classic bum bumbumbum bum bum bum! At the end and the red and white bulls eye lighting they had for the duels flashed it was sick

SPEAKING OF LIGHTING IT WAS INCREDIBLE

THERE WAS LIKE A LIGHTING CUE EVERY 3 SECONDS I DINT KNOW HOW THAY MANAGED IT BUT IT WAS ALL SO WELL THOUGHT OUT AND CLEVER LIKE THERE WAS LITTLE LIGHTS AROUND THE EDGES LIKE STREET GRATES THAT IF LIKE BURR WAS IN ONE SIDE IF THE STAGE AND HAM ON OTHER THE GRATES WOULD BE ORANGE ON ONE SIDE AND BLUE ON THE OTHER. EVERY. SINGLE. DETAIL. Yes I'm gonna rant bc techies don't get enough respect

I've definitely missed so many things I wanted to put here but I was quite overwhelmed which I think is understandable when I've been waiting for over two years for it but it was so so worth it.

Ok I'm done I might add more if I remember goodnight folks

[survivorwildwest]

Episode 2 - Kissing’s Cool

After Tribal Council, everyone at the Suhtai camp is calm because they didn’t go home, but surprised that Taylor would just announce the target like that. Hannah pulls Taylor to a small hill nearby for some privacy, “Tails, you can’t do that!”

“What did I dooo?” Taylor asks, not understanding the attempt at a private conversation.

“You can’t just ANNOUNCE who you’re voting for at tribal council in front of everyone!”

“What does it matter? He went home anyway.”

“That’s not the point.”

“What is the point?”

“You could have screwed up a big plan. Everyone just voted for Cao Boi to avoid making enemies. We couldn’t take Jerri out because of you, Taylor.”

“Well, sorry man! I thought Cao Boi was the better move!”

“Okay, fine. We’ll just… get Jerri next time.”

“There. Good. No problem then.”

Hannah stares at him in disbelief then gets up and walks back to the tent.

Somewhere in the Mojave Desert, a swarm of bats flies through the night sky.

The next morning, at the Tsitsistas camp, the tribe gets tree mail for the next challenge. Colby reads it in front of everyone:

“Dart,” Brandon guesses.

“Is anyone good at darts?”

“I’m decent,” Bi says.

“We’re gonna be looking at you then, missy,” Lisa says with love.

Somewhere in the Mojave Desert, a cactus wren lands on a cactus and cleans under its wings.

The two tribes meet in the old saloon in town where Jeff explains the rules of challenge. “Each tribe will put one person up to throw three darts. Whoever scores higher for their tribe, wins. Want to know what you’re playing for?”

Everyone claps and tells Jeff, “yeah.”

“Now, I’m sure desert nights are pretty rough in those tents. The winning tribe will receive wood and tools to build a shelter.” Everyone lets out an exalted sigh. Suhtai nominates Russell. He and Brandon exchange a grin. Tsitsistas nominates Bi. Jeff hands each of them a dart and has them take position. Russell throws first. His teal dart lands in the circle just outside the bullseye, at two o’clock on the face of a clock. Bi takes her first shot and mirrors Russell’s placement exactly at eight o’clock. She flashes him a quick grin as he steps up for his second throw. With almost the exact same technique, Russell’s dart hits just above and to the left of his first, still a hair from the bullseye. Bi mirrors him again. With his third and final dart, Russell takes a deep breath, pulls his hand back and tosses the dart through the air with such precision that it lands directly inside the bullseye ring.

“Try to mirror that, sweetheart.”

“Oh, I don’t know if I can, Russel,” Bi says, feigning concern.

Bi pulls back just as she had in her previous two throws and, with her eye directly on the center of the bullseye, tosses the dart directly in the center of the bullseye.

“This ain’t your game anymore, old man,” Bi taunts as Tsitsistas cheers.

Somewhere in the Mojave Desert, a scorpion sits atop a rock and takes in the sun.

Back at the Tsitsistas Camp, Ken, Colby and Ben get started on building their new shelter. As Ken saws some wood, he catches Lauren’s eye as she walks past.

“Ken is,” she says in a talking head, “a very good-looking man. Uhh…” She trails off with a distracted smile.

“Can I help with anything, Ken,” she asks.

“Uh, yeah, could you grab me some more,” he looks in his hand to see a fistful of nails, “uh, nails.”

“Sure,” she says as they stare into one another’s eyes for far longer than necessary.

“Lauren’s…”Ken says in a talking head, “I really like Lauren, man. When I was working on the shelter, she came up to me, unprompted, and asked how she could help. She didn’t need to do that but I’m glad she did.”

Somewhere in the Mojave Desert, a cottontail rabbit hops along.

Over at Suhtai, Todd approaches Carl to discuss the previous tribal council. “So,” he starts, “What do we think of Taylor?”

Carl tilts his head slightly and says only with his eyes, “This dude cannot be real.”

“Okay, I’m glad I’m not the only one.”

“No, man. Everyone is with you. We gotta take him out next chance we get. We’re lucky it was early. He coulda screwed a lot of things up.”

“Right?! Like, I don’t want to take the risk of that happening again.”

“I’m with ya, man.”

Somewhere in the Mojave Desert, common goldenweeds grow bright.

Wendy and Hannah are hiking through the nearby hills. Once she feels they are far enough away from everyone else, Wendy asks Hannah, “Can I trust you?”

“Yes, of course!”

“You can’t tell Wardog, or Tails!”

“What is it??”

“And especially not Russell!!”

“I won’t tell Russell!”

Wendy pulls her satchel around front, opens it, and pulls out her nugget of gold.

“Is that an idol?!”

Wendy smiles real big and nods her head.

Somewhere in the Mojave Desert, a rosy boa curls up under a rock.

That night, at the Tsitsistas Camp, while everyone makes their way to bed, Lisa sits around the fire alone. Eventually, Lauren gets up and makes her way to the fire.

“Hey Lisa,” Lauren says.

“Sit, sista.”

“Ha,” Lauren laughs briefly, “Like the tribe name.”

“Exactly. What’s got you up?”

“I just can’t sleep.”

“I’m right there with ya. I couldn’t sleep a wink my first time either. How do people sleep during this?”

“Why’s it so hard to go to sleep?”

As the two women talk, Lisa notices Ben get up and leave camp.

“I couldn’t help but notice you looking at Ken.”

“Haha, I mean sure. Who’s not looking at Ken?”

“He’s looking at you too, sweetie. You two would be cute together.”

“Oh my goooood, Lisa.”

“You’d make adorable kids.”

“Lisa! Stop,” Lauren giggled.

Ben has found his way to the hills. In a talking head, he explains, “There’s nowhere else an idol could POSSIBLY be hidden at camp.”

As he feels around all the rocks by moonlight, he comes across one with a different texture. He wraps his fingers around it and pulls. As luck would have it, Ben Driebergen finds an idol. He quickly stuffs it in his pocket. When he returns to camp, he notices Lisa still sitting at the fire. She notices him too. They do not acknowledge each other but he instinctively grabs his pocket as he heads to bed. After a few moments of sitting alone in silence, Lisa sees Bi. 

“I need to tell you something,” Lisa whispers.

Bi takes a seat next to her and asks, “What’s up?”

“I think Ben has an idol. I noticed him leave camp a few hours ago and he just came back with something in his pocket and he was trying to cover it with his hand when I saw him come back.

Somewhere in the desert, a desert iguana scurries into the shade when the sun comes up.

The next morning, Ben finds Brandon and says “Look, I’m not saying anything bad about Lisa. I’m just worried she’s going to hold us back in challenges.”

“Yeah, Ben. That makes sense. Hopefully we don’t have to worry about that.”

“Right. Right. But, we might.”

“The plans of the diligent lead surely to abundance, but everyone who is hasty comes only to poverty.”

“Is that from the bible?”

“Psalms 21:5”

“Yeah, well, just keep it in mind.”

“Sure thing.”

Somewhere in the Mojave Desert, a kangaroo rat hops like a kangaroo across the American desert.

The tribes receive another piece of tree mail, instructing them to be prepared to get wet. At high noon, they meet Jeff for their immunity challenge. “For today’s immunity challenge, each tribe will take a canoe across Lake Mead. First tribe to reach the finish line wins immunity. Tsitsistas you’ve got one extra member, you gotta sit someone out.” Without hesitation, Kass raises her hand.

Jerri takes the role of the Canoe Captain. She looks over her canoe to see Russell and Wardog taking up the helm with everyone else assorted throughout the canoe with their paddles. She looks over to the other canoe to see Colby standing in the same position, looking over his canoe where Ben and Ken take the helm. Jerri and Colby make eye contact and laugh before the challenge gets under way.

Suhtai seems to have established a rhythm early, forcing Tsitsistas to work from behind. Ben notices Lisa not stroking as hard as him. No one was rowing as hard as him, but he knows that blowing up would only draw more ire his way, so he keeps his mouth shut. Meanwhile, Suhtai crosses the finish line with no trouble. Jeff calls “Suhtai wins immuinty!”

Somewhere in the Mojave Desert, a desert iguana looks out over the desert, searching for food.

Back at the Tsitsistas camp, Ben is fuming but refuses to talk to anyone. He stares into the fire, muttering to himself. Brandon takes a seat next to him. “I told you,” Ben says.

“I know, man. I’m with you.”

“Who else?”

“Bi? Michaela? Colby?”

“That would be five.”

“Do you want me to talk to them?”

“Yes, Brandon. Please do that.”

So, Brandon gets up from the fire to find Colby first. He’s helping Ken build a table in their new shelter, which is slowly starting to look like a small house. 

“Hey, Brandon,” Colby says with his signature smile, “Ken thought it would be a good idea to build a table, so that when we win any rewards, we can put them up here on a table indoors, rather than outside in the sand.”

“That’s a great idea. So, what do you think of Lisa tonight?”

“Lisa,” Ken asks, “You want to vote for her?”

“Yeah.”

“Well,” Colby says, “it would definitely make the tribe stronger.”

“But at the same time,” Ken argues, “Like you were saying earlier, how many tribals can we go to with Ben before he pulls out an idol. It might just be a good idea to get rid of him as soon as possible.”

“We gotta stay strong right now,” Brandon says.

“Right. I’ll talk to Michaela about it,” Colby says, “I know she wanted Ben first, but I can probably convince her.”

“I’ll talk to Lauren about it,” Ken says.

“Hey, yeah, Ken,” Colby excitedly says, “I saw you two hittin it off earlier.”

“Yeah, Lauren’s cool.”

“She’s cool,” Brandon guffaws, “you’re so clearly into her.”

“Oh, I-- I don’t know about that. She’s quite young.”

“You’re both adults,” Colby assures him, “There’s nothing wrong with some innocent flirting on Survivor.”

“You would know,” Brandon jokes.

“What if it goes beyond just innocent flirting?”

“Well, I wouldn’t know anything about that,” Colby says suddenly looking back to the table.

“You’re telling me,” Brandon pokes, “that in your four seasons together, you and Jerri have never gotten it on?”

“No, we-- I-- I don’t like to call it ‘gettin it on.’”

Ken chuckles quietly to himself.

“What do you call it then,” Brandon asks.

“Just… sex. I just call it sex!”

“Whoa-ho-ho, playboy Colby over here,” Brandon laughs.

Ken chuckles again.

“So, you and Jerri never had sex?”

Colby looks up from the table at Brandon and says with a clear voice, intentionally avoiding anger, “No, Brandon, Jerri Manthey and I have never had sex. We’ve never gotten it on. We’ve never even kissed.”

“Kissing’s cool, man,” Ken explains, “You should try it.”

Colby looks at the two men he feels are taunting him, then gets back to work on the table.

Ken puts down his tools and makes his way back to the fire pit where he sees Lauren sitting with Lisa. “Hey ladies,” he says as he joins them.

Lisa grins really big while staring at Lauren, then at Ken, instructing Lauren to talk to him.

“Uh, what’s going on, Ken,” Lauren asks.

“Well, I was just wondering who you guys were voting for.”

“I think the plan is Ben, right?”

“Ben, okay. That works.”

“Who have you heard,” Lisa asks.

“Uh… I haven’t really heard anything. I was just building a table inside.”

“Yeah,” Lauren asks involuntarily.

“Yeah,” he replies with the same absent-mindedness.

At the well, Michaela, Kass, Bi and Kimmi are collecting water for everyone. 

“What are you guys thinking,” Michaela asks.

“I think everyone’s kind of on the same page,” Kimmi says.

“Ben?” Bi presumes.

“That’s who I wanted.”

“Works for me,” Kimmi says.

“What if he has an idol already?” Bi asks.

“If he plays an idol tonight, we’ll just make sure he doesn’t get the next one,” Kimmi says. Neither of the other women seem convinced.

“He doesn’t have an idol,” Kimmi assures them, “Have you seen him since the challenge? He’s been so on edge.”

The Tsitsistas Tribe treks to Tribal Council. They are welcomed by Jeff and his light-polluting smile. They all take a seat in the circle around the campfire Jeff made. “Welcome back, all of you, to tribal council. I’m sure you’re all happy to be here.”

“Nope!” Brandon shouts, “I am never happy to be at Tribal Council, but hey, here we are so what can you do?”

“What do you want to do with this vote, Brandon,” Jeff asks.

“I want to keep our tribe strong. So many people play the individual game so early these days. We’re still a team, y’all! And teamwork makes the dream work!”

“Colby, do you agree? Do you think your tribe needs to work better together as a team?”

“Well, sure, Jeff. But not everyone’s definition of strength is the same. What’s strong to me isn’t necessarily the same thing as strength for someone like Ben.”

“Ben, what is strength to you?”

“Well, Jeff, I was in the marines. So, I think strength is being forced into mental and physical exhaustion and still being able to perform. Isn’t that what Survivor’s all about?”

“If you say so. It is time to vote. Bi, you’re up first.”

Bi gets up and writes Ben’s name. Ben writes Lisa’s name and holds it up to the camera with an unenthusiastic and apologetic shrug. When Ken makes his way to the voting booth, he takes a long time to decide how to vote. When he finally returns, Jeff says “I’ll go tally the votes.”

When Jeff returns with the votes, he says “If anyone has the hidden immunity idol and you’d like to play it, now would be the time to do so.” Ben looks around at the rest of his tribe, stands up and pulls the small nugget of gold from his pocket. “Should I bite it to make sure it’s real,” he jokes as he walks up Jeff’s lectern.

“That won’t be necessary,” Jeff tells him, holding his hand out.

He takes the gold, holds it up to the tribe and says, “This IS a hidden immunity idol. Any votes cast for Ben will not count.” Jeff reaches in the urn and begins reading the votes. “Ben, does not count.”

“Ben does not count, Ben does not count, Ben does not count, Ben does not count, Ben does not count, Ben does not count, Lisa, Second Person voted out of the Wild West, Lisa.”

Everyone voted for Ben except Ben, Brandon and Colby.

Read Episode 3 here

[starsinursa]

Questions for Grown-Ups

No one tagged me but I’m doing this anyways, sorry, not sorry

Tired of those surveys made by high school kids? “Have you ever kissed someone? Missed someone? Drank alcohol?”

Here are 35 questions for Grown Ups:

1. What bill do you hate paying the most?: Probably student loans. I just have so much student loan debt. I will seriously be paying on those loans for the next ten years. 2. Where was the last place you had a romantic dinner?: …does…does by myself count? Because I took myself out for a nice steak dinner and sipped on some delicious margaritas about five months ago. I just take a book with me and read while I eat.

3. What do you really want to be doing right now?: I’m pretty content at the moment. I’m off work, in pajamas, lounging on my bed with the puppers and the kitty. 

4. How many colleges did you attend?: Two. I attended the same university for all four years of my undergrad and I graduated with a Bachelor’s in Psychology, and then I took grad classes in Counseling at another college for a couple of semesters. Didn’t end up finishing the graduate program though because there was a super intensive field practicum required to complete the degree and I was already working full-time at my current job, and I really don’t want to quit my job so I can get the degree, turn around, and then have to find another job. 

5. Why did you choose the shirt you have on now?: …it’s a gray T-shirt with a cartoon cat and it says “R U Kitten Me Right Meow?!” 😂 I picked it because it made me laugh? 

6. Thoughts on gas prices?: Not terrible at the moment, currently $1.99/ gallon here. And I saved $0.30/ gallon the other day by using my Dillons gas card. WOOHOO, saving money on gas like an ADULT!

7. First thought when the alarm goes off in the morning?: “Fuckkk…. if I sleep for a while longer and show up late to work, how late is ‘too late’?”

8. Last thought you have before you go to bed?: “Goddamnit, Tera, you said you were going to bed at 9:30 tonight and now it’s 1 a.m. Are you happy now? ARE YOU HAPPY NOW?”

9. Do you miss being a child?: Nah. Besides paying bills, I LOVE being an adult. Some people say high school is the best time of your life, some people say college is the best, but my 20′s have undoubtedly been the best so far. Living on my own, doing what I want to do, disposable income, no homework… yes, please.

10. What errand/chore do you despise the most?: Washing dishes. I don’t have a dishwasher at my house and I loathe washing dishes by hand. I hate it so, so much. I literally only use paper plates, styrofoam bowls, and plastic silverware. I just throw everything away when I’m done so I never have to wash dishes. Yes, I hate dishes that much.

11. Up early or sleep in?: Sleep in. I love sleeping in but just never get the chance… or if I do, I wake up early anyways!

12. Found love yet?: Not yet, I am a single pringle. Probably staying that way for a while, too, because all I do is work and then go home, I don’t go anywhere to meet new people. Occasionally I sign up for a dating app, but then I panic and immediately delete it.

13. Favorite lunch meat?: Turkey. Actually, that’s like the ONLY lunch meat I like. I don’t like ham, roast beef… but surprisingly, I do like bologna!

14. What do you get at the grocery store every time?: I’m always stocking up on frozen meals to take to work. I am a lazy cook… as in, I don’t cook. I CAN cook, but I don’t. Cooking for one person is just too much effort.

15. Beach or lake?: Beach. Although, considering I’m in Kansas, there are zero legit beaches around here. Unless you count lake beaches?

16. Is marriage outdated?: I mean, not to me? I’d still like to get married someday. I know it’s not necessary and just a social construct and blah blah, but I still really like the idea of it, at least for myself. Under my sarcastic shell, I am a big soppy romantic at heart. No judgment on anyone who doesn’t wanna go that route though, live and let live. 😊

17. What famous person would you like to have dinner with?: Misha Collins, obviously, because he would be hilarious and adorable. Or Keanu Reeves. Or I would really have loved to meet Leonard Nimoy before he passed away. He just seemed like an amazing man and I bet he had some really great stories and life perspectives to share.

18. Ever crashed your vehicle?: My vehicle has been crashed, yes, but it wasn’t me who crashed it, thank you very much. I’ve been hit by other drivers a couple of times. Not in my new car, thankfully.

19. Do you have any regrets?: I mean, nothing that I would go back and change. I have some small things I wonder about occasionally, but I’m pretty content with the course my life has taken. Even the rough patches have helped me learn. I’m happy where I am, so that’s all that matters.

20. Strangest place you’ve brushed your teeth?: In an airport bathroom. Hey, those layovers can be excruciating, and I’d hate to subject my fellow flyers to my airport breath.

21. Somewhere you’ve never been but want to go?: Ireland. It’s on the bucket list, but I’ve decided to see some other places first. Thailand, here I come!

22. At this point, would you want to start a new career?: No, and that’s part of why I didn’t finish getting my graduate degree. I really enjoy my work (most of the time) and working with adults with disabilities actually lets me feel like I’m making a difference every now and then, so I’m not looking to change careers.

23. How old are you?: I’m on the downward slope of 25 (26 in two months, how do I stop this whole ‘getting older’ thing?)

24. Do you have a go-to person?: Probably my aunt. She works in a similar career as me, so I can talk to her about work problems or get advice. We’re also a lot alike, including being single with no kids, rescuing animals, etc., so we have a lot in common and use each other as a support system.

25. Are you where you want to be in life?: Actually, yeah, I’m pretty content. I would still like to get a Master’s degree someday (if I could find a degree without a practicum so I wouldn’t have to quit my job) and I’d eventually like to buy a house instead of just renting, but otherwise, I’m good.

26. Growing up, what were your favorite cartoons?: Rugrats, Hey Arnold, The Wild Thornberrys, and The Fairly Oddparents

27. What do you think has changed about you since you were a teenager?: Oh my god, sooo much. I feel like I’ve come out of my shell a lot, and also become a lot more at peace with who I am. I don’t worry so much what people think of me anymore. I mean, I’m still super introverted and I’ve still got all my faults, but I beat myself up less about all of it, y’know?

28. Looking back at high school, were they the best years of your life?: Pffft. PFFFT. Yeah right. High school was…not bad, I had my little group of friends and went to a really small school where everyone was pretty chill, but I do not miss the teenage hormones and insecurities and constant worry about the future. 

29. Are there times you still feel like a kid?: Sometimes. Well, not really like a ‘kid’, but sometimes at work I’ll notice my age and feel weirdly young if I’m in a meeting with coworkers who are a lot older than me. And even if they aren’t too much older than me, almost all of my coworkers have kids, so it’s hard to find things in common sometimes. 

30. Did you have a pager?: No, I’m not that old, haha. But I did have one of those old-school flip phones that couldn’t even text.

31. Was there a hang-out spot when you were a kid?: Yeah, there were a few. Out at the old Union Pacific railroad bridge. Downtown. A couple of party houses.

32. Were you the type of kid you’d want your children to hang out with?: Depends on my age. 😂 I was mostly a decent kid who got good grades and didn’t get into much trouble, but I went through my crazy, rebellious phase too… drinking, smoking, truancy, sex… ah, yes, being 16 was an interesting time for me.

33. Was there a teacher or figure that stood out to you?: I had a really fantastic school counselor when I was going through that rebellious phase. I was forced to see her and wasn’t happy about it, but she turned out to be awesome. A lot of times, she didn’t even make me talk about school or home, she’d just let me ramble on about things I liked, the books I was reading, my favorite movies, etc. She’d just sit and bullshit with me and didn’t treat me like a kid or talk down to me. I first became interested in psychology and counseling because of her.

34. Do you tell stories that start with “when I was your age”?: Definitely. Kids these days! When I was their age, I was already washing dishes in a restaurant. I started working at age 14 and have never stopped. And my parents didn’t buy me a car, I had to save up and bought my first car by myself for $500. And my parents didn’t pay for my college either, I had to take out tons of student loans and work 30 hours/ week on top of a full course load so I could pay all my own bills (I’m a bitter old woman, can you tell? 😌).

35. Are you religious?: Umm…I used to be, not so much anymore. My step-dad is a pastor though, plus my sister is really religious and attends a private Christian college, so I’m still around it quite a bit. Needless to say, there’s a few things they don’t know about me, including the fact that I work part-time at an adult store.

Tagging: all my “grown-up” friends who would like to do this! Dooo it!

[iwrotemywayto-revolution]

Across the room

Request: sorry none I just had a rush of inspiration after reading @manuelmiranduh‘s fic “Cool” and thought I’d do something with a kinda similar premise (sorry Sabrina yours is awesome I love it) so this happened

Pairing: Lin-Manuel Miranda x reader (my first attempt be nice)

Warnings: Karaoke?

Word count: 2,244

A/N: I swear 90% of the amazing writers in this part of the fandom write lin x reader and they are my idols so here goes nothing! also lara and aria are my ocs excuse their presence ^-^ (and “sobrino” means nephew) This hasn’t been proofread.

askbox || masterlist

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“Go on, Y/N,” your friend Lara pleaded, “I know you’d be great.”

You shook your head resolutely. The open mic night had been a fun event to attend, sure, but you had no plans to actually take the stage. Lara, your temporary roommate, thought otherwise.

“What about that song you’ve been singing all week?” She continued, undeterred, “Helpless or something?”

You’d only come to visit Lara at college- she was an art major at NYU. The two of you had met online and, after three years, finally managed a visit that coincided with your move to New York. Tonight was your last night and she’d grabbed you to a popular bar on campus and spent the evening trying to persuade you to sing.

You scoffed. “I couldn’t sing that!” Lara raised an eyebrow, doubtless thinking of your constant singing in the past week. “I couldn’t sing all the parts myself,” You hastily amended.

“Okay- I’ll sing Alexander and Aria will be Angelica,” she suggested. Aria was one of her flatmates- a theatre major with a lovely voice and a Hamilton obsession to match yours. Before you could tell her no, she was out of her seat and heading towards where Aria was sitting. You sighed and resigned yourself to embarrassment. At least you were going home tomorrow to get your stuff.

Aria was, unsurprisingly, onboard. “You’re the perfect Eliza,” she gushed as they dragged you up towards the edge of the stage. “This will be amazing!”

The organiser looked a little unsure about there being three of you but scribbled down your names and song anyway. You were on after a guy singing a twenty one pilots song. You sat at the side, fidgeting.

Lara hummed the tune under her breath, which relaxed you a little. No one of consequence would be in this dingy bar on a Thursday night, you reasoned as the performer before you finished. 

Suddenly someone was handing the three of you microphones and shoving you onto the stage. You stood in the centre, willing your hands to stop shaking. You tapped the microphone and it squealed. “I guess that works,” Lara muttered, and a couple of people laughed.

You looked to them and they nodded. With a deep breath, you imagined yourself as Eliza. You imagined you were on the stage at the Richard Rogers rather than in a tiny bar, and that Lin was waiting for Renee to guide him over to meet you.

“Oooooh, I do, I do, I dooo- hey!” your voice cracked a tiny bit on the first do. You almost gave up right then but Lara grinned at you and you hit the next note. “Ooooh, I do, I do, I do.”

Lara and Aria started to dance a little behind you, imitating the basics of the ensemble’s choreography and doing their background “hey”s at the same time. 

“Boy, you got me helpless! Look into your eyes and the sky’s the limit- I’m helpless! Down for the count and I’m drowning in ‘em,” You gave it your all and were pleasantly surprised to find that your voice when singing in a pub sounded better than you were home alone. 

You swished your skirt a little and moved to the side of the stage, letting Aria and Lara dance into the centre. “I have never been the type to try and grab the spotlight. We were at a revel with some rebels on a hot night. Laughin’ at my sister as she’s dazzling the room, then you walked in and my heart went ‘Boom!’” 

You walked over to Aria as you sang, taking her by the arm and pulling her away from Lara just in time for you to sing “Grab my sister, and whisper, ‘Yo, this one’s mine’”. Aria put her hand over her mouth and spun away towards Lara. 

You grinned and got ready to narrate.

--

You sang the final line with a feeling of absolute joy. You had done it! Sure, you were shaking a little and getting down the stairs off the stage proved a challenge, but you had sung in front of people and no one had thrown any tomatoes- or napkins- at you.

The organiser patted you on the back absentmindedly as they beckoned the next performer onstage. You went and sat back down, a couple of people giving you high-fives along the way.

Aria and Lara went to get drinks to celebrate, leaving you to collapse in your seat. You closed your eyes and sighed.

“That was quite something,” you heard someone say.

“Thanks,” you smiled, and turned to meet their gaze. 

Shit. You froze, your heart in your mouth. The person facing you was no college student out for a karaoke night and a beer. No, you were facing a familiar goatee and shoulder-length hair pulled back into a ponytail. You were facing a man in a grey jumper that you knew off the internet.

You were facing Lin-Manuel Miranda.

“I-” you stammered at the same time as he said “It’s nice to meet you.”

You took his hand and shook it. “I’m Y/N. I’m a big fan,” you mumbled, abruptly embarrassed. He had seen you sing Helpless- on stage and after a few drinks! 

“I’d say the same,” he grinned, “you sang that nicely.”

“I got nothing on Philipa,” you managed to say, and he laughed. You saw Aria and Lara had been distracted at the bar, not noticing that Lin had slid into the empty seat opposite you. 

“Nobody can compete with Phillipa,” he admitted, “But you were great.”

“How come you’re here?” you asked, curious. The student bar wasn’t that far from Broadway, but it wasn’t exactly where you thought someone like Lin would be spending a Thursday evening.

He shrugged, “Someone in the cast recommended dropping by- so I thought I would.” Lin looked around at the college students- an eclectic mix of drunk regulars, theatre kids, and tired freshmen. “Are you a student?”

“No,” you chuckled, “I’m visiting friends- namely my on-stage Alexander, Lara. I graduated a couple years ago now.”

“What do you do?” The next karaoke singer started singing ‘’Safe and Sound’ and you leaned forward.

“I’m working in an office, daydreaming about doing anything else,” you said honestly. An office job- though yours was relatively stable and paid quite well- had never been your dream. “It’s all about the legacy,” You imagined that, if anyone could understand the desire to leave behind a legacy, it would be Lin. 

Lin smiled sympathetically “I know what you mean.”

“And one day I’ll be on a beach with Sonny writin’ checks to me?” you offered, remembering the days when you first heard In the Heights. 

“A Heights fan?” He looked impressed and you shrugged sheepishly. 

Your phone buzzed and you looked down to see a text lighting up your screen.

From: Lara (22:22)

If that is who i think it is u need to get his # 

Lin chuckled. “I’ll leave you to it.”

He made to get up. “Maybe we could finish this conversation another time,” you suggested shyly.

“I’d like that,” he beamed, whipping out his phone. “Give me your number?”

You swapped phones. You added yourself and took a quick picture, mindful of the terrible lighting. You wondered if he would ever text you. 

“There you go,” you said as you passed him back his phone. “I’ll hold you to that promise.”

--

A couple of days later, as you were lugging the last box up the stairs to your new apartment, you got a text.

From: Usnavi (09:43)

You’re moving to New York, right?

From: Usnavi (09:44)

Groffsauce insists New York looks best from far away- back me up?

From: Usnavi (09:51)

This is Lin, by the way. I thought ‘Usnavi’ would be funny.

You dumped the box on top of a stack that had accumulated in your empty kitchen. It was going to take ages to unpack it all, you reasoned, and replied to Lin instead.

To: Usnavi (10:01)

Yeah- just unpacking, actually. But I back up Groffsauce, sorry :/

Your stomach growled and you sighed, resigning yourself to the endless search for your cutlery and plates. At least you hadn’t brought a lot to New York- your apartment wasn’t that big.

When you found your plates- in the last box you checked, naturally- you realised you didn’t actually have any food and headed out to grab something from the corner store.

From: Usnavi (10:41)

I am betrayed! Need any help?

You laughed and texted back your thanks, but turned down his offer. You were a tired mess and not ready for social contact- hopefully the texting wouldn’t stop.

--

It didn’t. You and Lin texted frequently over the next weeks. Sometimes he would send you pictures of him in costumes or use you as backup for his latest debate with the cast. You, in turn, sent him absurd quotes from your office and the occasional meme.

Your new job in New York wasn’t much better than the old one, but you didn’t mind so long as you were getting to text Lin.

--

Almost a month later, while you were out shopping, your phone buzzed. You didn’t think anything of it and left your phone in your bag while you grabbed more milk and some frozen peas to stick in the freezer.

It was only when you had got home and sorted your food into the cupboards and fridge that you remembered the notifications and unlocked your phone.

From: Usnavi (14:02)

Maybe we could finish that conversation in person today?

From: Usnavi (14:05)

Jasmine told me not to double text and to “be cool”

You laughed and hastily typed back a yes, asking if he wanted to come over. Your apartment was a mess, but nothing a quick clean couldn’t solve. By the time you had found your vacuum cleaner he had replied suggesting you met him at the Richard Rogers instead.

Is this a date? you asked yourself. You knew you shouldn’t get your hopes up but, completely independent of your awe of him, Lin was cute and you had to admit that you had a crush on him.

You grabbed your keys and your bag and headed out, practically buzzing with excitement. 

--

When you arrived, Lin was already there. He had two coffee cups in his hands and Jonathan Groff at his side. You took a deep breath and headed over. 

“Hi,” you smiled, “I see you got us coffee already?”

“Yup!” he handed you one, “I guessed at what you liked.” Seeing you looking at Groff, he hastily introduced you and you tried not to look too starstruck.

You took a sip of the coffee and were pleasantly surprised- it was pretty much as you liked it. “Well guessed,” you told Lin warmly. “Are we staying here?”

Lin looked suddenly unsure. “There’s a playground near the corner of West 43rd and 9th Avenue-”

“Sounds perfect,” you said and some of his nervousness dissipated. Groff waved the two of you off and headed back inside the theatre. “Do you have a show tonight?”

“Yeah,” he said, “It’s nice to take an afternoon off ever so often.”

“Take time to run wild,” you teased, “and take the girls you meet at bar karaokes out to playgrounds.”

He blushed and you laughed, almost unconsciously reaching for his hand. He let you and you could have sworn your heart skipped a beat. “It’s not much,” he explained as you rounded the corner, “but I bring mi sobrino here sometimes.”

The playground was relatively empty- you supposed most schools must still be in session. You followed Lin to a bench at the edge of the area and sat down. You watched a little girl try to climb up the slide, slipping a little every time she took a step.

“What do you dream of doing?” Lin asked after a minute. You frowned, then remembered your comment about legacies in the bar. 

You shrugged. “I want to make a difference,” you admitted, “but I don’t know how.” An ambulance shrieked past, siren wailing.

“You should come and work with me.”

“What?” you turned to look at Lin, frowning.

He laughed at your confusion. “Work at the theatre- you can sing, you live nearby, and,” he smirked, “you have connections.”

“I do?” you asked, pretending to think about it.

It worked, and Lin looked insulted. “Me! I mean me.”

You snorted and patted him on the shoulder, “I know.” After another moment’s silence you added, quietly, “You’d do that?”

“Of course,” Lin told you, reaching for your hand again. You set down your coffee cup and leaned in for a hug. For a minute, he didn’t respond and you panicked, pulling away cause you were just friends- but then he pulled you back and you relaxed into his embrace.

“I would love that,” you mumbled into his shoulder.

“What?” he queried.

You moved away, ignoring the heat rushing to your cheeks and the spike in your heart rate. “I said I’d love that,” you repeated, and Lin beamed. Grabbing your coffee cup you lifted it into the air. “Raise a glass?”

He laughed and raised his cup to tap against yours. “To new beginnings?” he suggested. 

You nodded. “To new beginnings.”

Lin started to hum The Story of Tonight as you took a sip of your coffee, unable to stop smiling. You looked at the man beside you and sympathised with Eliza- he really did make you feel helpless.

--

[redkittycatt-blog]

Chaos

All in love with me

Fucking just going along with my heart and trusting and believing on In others whom say they LOVE ME . Wasting my time is not my intention wanting to love u and Believe in u. Yet nothing is changed. Your still the same. Your lovng me still the same. The game the social the lives you live. I will not take the back seat. I don't know if u realized how weird this trail period of a TRY WAS. TO do something you can't even do. If it was important it would have been a GOAL SINCE wanting me to come see u 4 months ago .

Just stick me where u want me and make me take a bench till I can play.

I tell u what's up with me my needs wants concerns. You let that fly and take it with a grain of salt.

Like deal with it till I get there.

This how u treat all ya bitches. LMAO 😅 you have great attributes, could be married by now, welder, great in bed Scorpio. Good head. Sweet ways n can be honest. But you don't want that forreal. To busy playing. Merry-go-round bitches niggas who play with bitches is your excitement. 2k is your excitement. Having closets is your excitement. You want n give only what you want. Not exactly how it works with me. You hold on to the past. Keep going around those same circles. I left to let the past go. Yet your here. And it's looking like the part I left came to my future, only for me to mooooove further. To keep shit in the past.

I just feel like you free me lies. All talk. You came her to visit for you also. To see if you liked it. For me too. But also for you.

Anyway it's not fair again. These places you leave me in. And u get URS thinking u done held it down and put on JUST ENOUGH WORK, FOR me to be head over heels. I don't think u know how to make a WOMAN FALL HEQD OVEE HEELS AND KEEEEEP HER THERE AND TEEAT HER SPECIAL AND GIBE HER THE QUALITIES TIME AND EMOTIONS AND PHYSICALLY TOUCH HER HEART. FUCK NO it's sex. It's all sex. Throwing getting married into the pot too stir some more bullshit around.

I left social. Yes. Your not in love with me.. it would show. It'would show socially. LMAO CTFU.

And making you do anything that would be naturally done, is fake as fuck should have to force YOU. To show displays of emotion for me. Express to me like I express openly to you and everyone else. I don't care who knows who I'm loving and in love with.

I honored you. Was loyal. Honest and wanted this years ago. Couldn't get it then. I won't wait again. What do I look like to you. A toy on a shelf. I moved to many hours away to pause my life and you still ain't ready. I know your not in love with me. Sold me loose lip lies. I am so much more important then being your entertainment. And I'm so good at entertaining the man I Love dancing for him. Gifts I possess. Great cook. Clean work hard home and at work. Car home fine sexy smart. Great fuck and suck to endure and endugle in. And great with children and people person. Yet you give me bull and tell me shit I world never say to my bitch 900 miles away

" I'm horny, want to fucking fuck have sex get pussy ate. "

"I feel you, can't do shit about it"

Then I'm hearing

"I miss you, BUT "

But

I'm a Crazy ass Bitch, with good pussy, Bi polar attitude, like Medusa with mix of Pocahontas, Bad bitch kids grown, assistant mgr, no sect 8. Model. Freak fuck suck dancing ride and die for mine sweet honest loyal and faithful great step mother. Don't hate don't judge Lovable and cuddly.

You stay wrapped up and in your ps4, social media, yourself, and all that CHAOS.

Trying to be like Jay n B! Better then. Fire couple, spark sexual tendencies anywhere with my King. I want to be so I'm love it hurts. Crazy and dangerously as those songs state. I'm fine ass with good brain and a nice ass body. Who wouldn't? I'm choosy and Rare unlike some. This Pisces knows her worth I just can't believe got me here in hold. Whole 900 away.

You don't perform to keep my interest and put in time to fuel my fire, but want me to. Come on.

It's cool. I don't search. I do Allow myself to be found tho 😂.

When you"fine me again" Kevin Gates fan,,, be ready. 4 years want ready 4 months but still not ready

You did say want no action. Y'all fucked there was action. Just could feed your bullshit to get and she swallow. Get new ingredients. I would love to be with talk. But how I'm loved means allot. How I'm respected treated I come first in my Queendom why on This EARTH would I allow you to put me in spots anywhere else. I've put you first Everytime. And looked stupid.

#MaskOFF

Not again.

Keep your pride, games, lies, curses, and medias. I won't compete and telling you what to DOOO, that shoulda been AUTOMATIC, ( I mean if you want this BITCH here) shoulda been done.

You know where I am

You wanna play games, stay in love with your technologies,

I'm staying in love with me.

Don't let my King day he's got in bothered. 900 miles. I'm making all type shit up to do to put fires out. Planned face dates sexy clothes toys all the above

My bitch trip I'm def not gonna say I MISS YOU BUT!!

I I've u very much for everything you've done and the times we've spent. Have no clue how to fit in your heart. Where I have u in mine. It's a battle. U don't open up for me. To express your love for me. And be consistent.

A battle for any longer more years I don't want to fight.

FIGHT for us. I'll he where I'm at. R FURTHER