#i also listened to all of rent and all of beetlejuice and all of into the woods

[nonbinary-arsonists]

listened to a Lot of musicals today bc of a 9-hr bus ride (as opposed to a 5-hr car ride. yay american public transport) i love sweeney todd

[stinkysam]

Deke Shaw - Patience is a man's best virtue.

Warning : none

Genre : fluff

Synopsis : "How about Deke and the reader getting closer in Season 5 after they all return to modern time, mostly because the reader is patient with him unlike the rest and entertains all his questions about Earth understanding of his circumstances :) And somewhere along the way Deke develops feelings lol" - @intrepid-captain

Reader : male (you/yours)

It took him some time to realize his feelings for you, for someone so in tune with his feelings and emotions, he didn't see it coming, at all. You won him over slowly.

He didn't think he'd move on from Daisy. She had it all. Beauty, personality, strength… maybe except patience.

You, on the other hand, seemed full of it. Not that you didn't have the rest as well but patience was really what struck him down in the long run. And doing things for the long run is what he prefers.

You would answer his questions about food, music, movies without judging him for not knowing about it.

"Hey, man can you do me a favor ?"

"Hit me."

"What the hell is this ?" He says, shoving a can of chicken pot pie into your hands.

"The- it's- it's supposed to be a pie, but the companies sell it that way so you can eat the filling or shove it in… in a crust ?"

Deke blinks at you, mouth open as he grabs back the can.

"So it's not soup ?"

"Depends on what a soup is to you."

He stares at you and tilts his head in a way that means to not make it harder for him. You snort and continue. "Nope. Pie. Chicken pie. Maybe we have some frozen crust laying around ?" You say, but you know he's not listening by the end of your sentence.

Or you hear a knock at 3am on your door. You think about ignoring it but it sounded urgent so you get up, your blanket wrapped around you and you open your door to see Deke, also wrapped in his blanket, somewhat panicked.

"Hey, [Name], huh… about what you told me today about gun rights. Awesome. Love it. But like… everyone, everyone ?" He says quietly.

"As long as you're 18 or 21, yeah."

"Yeah, yeah but like…" He looks at you, eyes wide as he waves his hands. "Everyone ?"

You sigh and open your door, inviting him in.

You ended the night with the both of you sitting on your bed, wrapped in blankets and talking about gun rights and the American government.

Since you were one of the few SHIELD agents not wanted, you could often go outside and buy snacks for the team during the occasional quiet times. And Deke would always come with you.

It's like he could smell it in the air when you were about to step outside.

"Why are you following me ?"

"Coulson asked you to pick tonight's dinner, right ?" He asked, smiling.

"Yeah. You want to come ?" As if you needed to ask.

You looked over your shoulder, watching Deke follow you, quickening his pace to be next to you. You already knew what was coming next.

"Yeah ! Duh, obviously." To then add more shyly… "Can I ?"

"Go grab the bags and let's go."

"Right away, sir." And with these words, Deke darted away with a smile, only to come back a few minutes later with them. "Come on, let's go, I'm waiting !"

"Yeah, yeah." You rolled your eyes, biting back a smile as you walked outside with him by your side.

You entered your car and gave Deke your phone, he was already navigating it like it was his. He quickly opened spotify and put some music on. He liked it, your playlist allowing him to discover artists like Racoon Tour, Sleep Token, Ado, Jhariah, or even musicals such as Something Rotten!, Beetlejuice, The Newsies or Rent.

You walked next to him in the store because you knew if you left him alone, you'd end up buying way more than planned.

"Do you really do the lemon thing here ?" He suddenly asks.

"The what ?"

He shakes his head, debating whether he should explain it once more or not.

"You know, saving tokens to buy some lemons and putting them on your… crush's bed so they know someone's into them ?" He says quietly, afraid someone might overhear something potentially ridiculous.

You stare at him and frown with a smile.

"No. But we have anonymous love letters ?"

"What ?" He says, almost offended. "But Coulson and Mack told me…" He grimaces. "These liars."

"Yeah, no. We don't do that here." You say as you pat his back and he huffs, clearly upset.

Then it hit you.

"Oh so that was you ? I heard whispers saying Daisy found a bunch of lemons on her bed." You looked at him and a blush began to crept on his cheeks.

"Yeah- no- that's… yeah… that was me." He admitted, defeated.

"Aw, that's cute. Bit weird out of context but cute. That explains all the lemons in the pantry." You said, patting his back once more, this time more gently.

He stared at you, surprised. He expected you to laugh at him and mock him but instead you found it… cute ? He smiled, sheepish.

"Yeah… I guess…"

After buying all that was necessary you'd make a stop at a bar to get a drink. Or a snack.

"I don't understand."

"What." You ask, bringing your beverage to your lips, taking a sip.

"Beer. It tastes so bad. I lived all my life thinking it was the drink. You know ? You forget your problems because it's so good." He looked at you, expecting an answer. "Why does it taste so bad ?"

"I don't know. Alcohol ?" You shrugged with a grimace.

"But I love Zima."

"That you do." You say with a light chuckle.

"What ?"

"Just remembering your first day here where you ended up drunk and in jail."

"Hey, not cool, man, plus I wasn't drunk."

"Right." You laughed gently, taking another sip of your drink. He smiled at you as he did the same.

Sometimes, during the most boring days you'd stop in town and let him buy what he wanted. Or more accurately, you'd buy him something, whatever that caught his eyes.

Sometimes it'd be maps and postal cards of random places, newspapers, magazines, VHS, DVDs, vinyls… or pastries. They'd all end up preciously stacked in his room, except the food.

It's moments like these that made his heart flutter. Your patience and kindness. He didn't think he'd move on from Daisy, nor did he think he'd be happy about it.

It's as he stares at you for longer than usual as you work on the computers, talking with the others that he realizes his feelings. Yeah, he's got it bad.

[tenebris-lux]

Musicals Masterlist

Will update this list as I see/listen to more; not counting movie adaptations, proshots or slime tutorials.

What I’ve Seen

Enjoyed

The Lion King

Hadestown

The Phantom of the Opera

Sweeney Todd

Some Like It Hot

Hamilton

Cats

Little Shop of Horrors

Six

In the Heights (amateur production)

Newsies (amateur production)

The Book of Mormon

The Scarlet Pimpernel*

The Sound of Music*

Damn Yankees*

Footloose*

My Fair Lady*

Grease*

The Pirates of Penzance*

It’s OK/Didn’t like

Wicked

Pippin (amateur production)

Peter Pan*

Camelot*

Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat*

* = saw professional production as a kid; my impressions are old

Not Seen

My opinions on these are subject to change.

REALLY Want to See

Into the Woods

Natasha, Pierre, and the Great Comet of 1812

Come From Away

Tanz der Vampire

Sunset Boulevard

Jekyll & Hyde

Frankenstein, a New Musical

The Hunchback of Notre Dame

Les Miserables

Would also like to see

Next to Normal

Death Note

The Music Man

Ruddigore

Finding Neverland

Bonnie and Clyde

Ride the Cyclone

Once On This Island

Die Dreigoschenoper

Elisabeth das Musical

Ragtime

Lempicka

Epic the musical

Wouldn’t mind seeing, but not necessary

Beetlejuice

MJ

The Secret Garden

Company

Sunday in the Park with George

Assassins

A Little Night Music

Nevermore - The Imaginary Life and Mysterious Death of Edgar Allan Poe

Merrily We Roll Along

Goosebumps the Musical

Like the soundtrack, don’t care about seeing

Rent

Dracula

Chess

Mamma Mia

Evita

Heathers

The Color Purple

West Side Story

The Mystery of Edwin Drood

Hedwig and the Angry Inch

Love Never Dies (shut. up. it’s funny.)

Preludes

Don’t Like, Don’t Care At All

(I might like one or two songs from some of the soundtracks here, but overall, no.)

Follies

A Strange Loop

Falsettos

Spring Awakening

Waitress

Parade

Jesus Christ Superstar

The Count of Monte Cristo

Dear Evan Hansen

Hair

A Gentleman’s Guide to Love and Murder

Carrie

Kiss of the Spider Woman

Tarrytown

Lestat

Matilda

The Great Gatsby

Jasper in Deadland

Tuck Everlasting

[frodispatch]

Aaah thanks for the tag @anything-thats-rock-and-roll ! I am honored.

(also, the ship name for Holmes/Watson is Johnlock, I was batshit crazy about Sherlock when I was 14 so that sent me back)

3 Ships: Currently for me it’s K/S or ‘Spirk’, which is Kirk and Spock from Star Trek TOS (and some McCoy thrown in there because god do I love triumvirates. Cygnus X-1 has changed me into a maniac), Louis and Lestat from Interview w/the Vampire in all its incarnations, and most of the Stephen King gays like Reddie.

first ship ever: First GAY ship was Wolfstar after eleven year old me discovered what gay people were and how it FIT Remus and Sirius, notorious secret husbands that they are, but first EVER ship is either something from Beverly Hills Chihuahua when I was three, Topanga and Cory from Boy Meets World (which is bullshit to me now because Shawn! and! Cory! but I digress) or Gilligan and Mary Ann from Gilligan’s Island in second grade lol.

last song: So, I cannot pick one because I had some New Years staples this year that I NEEDED to listen to. My special 2023 song was “1989” by Spizzenergi (I think they might’ve been named Spizz Oil at the time, i don’t know, they changed names like three times in two years) but I’ve been waiting for 2023 since I was fifteen for that song. “Cinderella Man” and “By-tor and the Snow Dog” by Rush, “How to Rent a Room” by the Silver jews, and REM’s Sidewinder Sleeps Tonite + Crush With Eyeliner. I also listened to “White Mountain” by Genesis on repeat along with my comfort song of theirs, “The Serpent”.

last movie: I watched Spider Man 2, which is one of my screenwriting darlings, and then I stuck on Star Trek IV because of the whales and nuclear wessels, and my dad begged me to watch Labyrinth with him and it was wonderful because of David Bowie and his sex appeal.

currently reading: The 1985 Star Trek novel ‘Dwellers in the Crucible’ because it’s my favorite Trek book and I need Trek right now like I need air.

currently watching: REwatching NBC’s Hannibal as well as The Dark Crystal series (which I’ve been critiquing like mad with my father while i’m home because we’re both writing nerds).

currently consuming: Articles on Stanley Kubrick’s The Shining as well as an English muffin and the fumes of the drying paint on my current Littlest Pet Shop custom because i’m trying to be an ✨artiste✨ but am also secretly a ten year old. (I’m trying to make Lydia from Beetlejuice but sculpting hair onto a plastic toy with air dry clay is a nightmare)

currently craving: Buddy Holly’s glasses, Geddy Lee’s hand in marriage, and a hug from the love of my life who is in Massachusetts at the moment.

I always write too much. Any excuse to talk about obsessions I’ve got is a good one. I was trying so hard not to rant about a.) The Shining, b.) Rush and c.) Vulcans.

Do I know who to tag? No. I have anxiety, and I just want to talk about Neil Pearl’s drum set:

look at this fuckin thing! ⬆️

🖖

peace and long life.

[i-am-brandon]

my life story chapter 9

That goth girl who thought I was a stalker showed me her boobs on the internet and never wanted to talk to me again. Let’s talk about other negative stuff in my life, I used to work at a pizza place, it was called lamppost pizza, there at lamppost pizza I was a bus boy, it’s not driving a bus I know that now, I don’t know if that’s a good joke, I don’t drive, lets see 1 of the customers didn’t like me, why you might ask, 1 day I wanted to watch a tv at work, what did you watch Brandon, I watched the movie idle hands, what’s that, it’s a scary movie, o yeah who’s in it Jessica alba, I liked her in that movie, 1 customer however did not she said to me I don’t know if this is the exact thing she said to me change it this movie is inappropriate, I didn’t want to change it but I did, which bummed me out because I like inappropriate stuff, people at work liked certain music, o yeah like what, Tom petty, yeah we all liked listening to that at work, is something negative gonna happen next Brandon, yes, o really like what, everybody got fired, o really for what, it wasn’t anything they did, nope, it got replaced by another pizza place called Selma’s pizza it was s deep dish pizza place, so I got fired everybody lost there job because of Selma’s pizza, I tried to get a job there they said to me do you have a degree in what cooking pizza I don’t know but no I didn’t I don’t know if I was even a college age so I didn’t get that job, remember blockbuster if not it was a place where you could rent movies and video games, I tried to get a job there, I didn’t get that job and blockbuster doesn’t have stores anymore maybe I don’t know where, I don’t remember what video rental store I went to 1 random day, and I remember seeing beetlejuice, and I thought what is that, I didn’t know what to think of the character, than they had the resident evil character Jill Valentine in the store and I thought I like her and i probably stared at Jill valentine she was made out of cardboard but also don’t stare at girls, back the girls would say to me he’s just a pervert, I don’t want to be just a pervert, that’s not all I think about, I’ve been talking about video games I think about that too, I could think about food, movies, music, who knows go many different thing’s. Than there was another video game store they went out of business and they also didn’t hire me. Target didn’t hire me. I used to work at the Amazon warehouse, they fired me for sexual harassment, what did I say to nun girl or I think it was a text message and I’ve learned you have to delete those text messages or it’s evidence, and don’t do that, I don’t remember what I texted her and I don’t know why I said that, but don’t do that, I don’t know how to talk to women, that might make me more loyal, I went to Utah 1 time to snowboard with Christians they shared the money for the bus trip there, my brother Ryan also wanted to go snowboarding, on the bus people watched Seinfeld the show seemed ok, people might of played Texas hold ‘em, I also met a drummer on the bus that person seemed ok and I don’t remember what they said to me, I might of played a dice game that basically you try to not roll a 7 or an 11 maybe it was 2 dice so I kind of did that by myself, my brother said to me on this trip he said no one gives a fuck about what you think, i may or may not of thought that he was talking about himself and he didn’t like that he couldn’t become a football player i think he wanted to make money playing football and he didn’t get to do that that might be why he said that to me I think I had no reaction to it, I wonder if I thought why did he say that, my brother Ryan is 1 of the most selfish people you will ever meet, also my brother Ryan used to do drugs and alcohol, it took him a really long time to quit that stuff, and then he got really religious, my brother Ryan wanted to go camping 1 time with my brother Travis who doesn’t like camping, I may or may not like camping it seems boring, my brothers didn’t like that camping areas don’t usually have Wi-Fi, that may or may not be negative.

[picayunne]

eren is a musical nerd. he’ll listen to the more known musicals like Hamilton, Beetlejuice, Dear Evan Hansen. but also listen to the classics like Rent, Wicked, In the Heights, Mamma Mia, etc. even tv/movie musicals like Disney’s musicals (broadway and movies) all bc his mom is a fan and he is attached to his mom’s hip since birth

hmm i’ve never really thought abt this one!!

but aww i agree eren is a total mommas boy )):

hamilton was definitely the first musical he went to as a kid with his parents, and he’s been in love ever since. it’s pretty much a jaeger tradition now, every year they go and see a different broadway musical together!!

he still remembers the first time he went and how him and his parents were able to sit in the box seats. they even let him wear those cool opera glasses (even though he’s never been to a soap opera)

not to mention armin is just as much of a musical nerd as eren, they totally have movie nights together every once in a while (they literally beg mikasa to come too)

ugh eren is so cute i love him

[queenmolina]

no one asked but here you go

jatp characters and their taste in musicals

julie loves anything an everything. a particular favourite is ‘in the heights’ and yes she cries to alabanza every. single. time. she also just loves the atmosphere of live theatre and the hum of music waiting to be heard. whenever she has the opportunity, she’ll be at the theatre. even if it’s just some ten year olds running around in fish costumes and calling it the little mermaid. julie knows all the shows so if you’re ever looking to find new stuff, she’s your gal. she’s the one that introduced alex to bare, willie to starry and reggie to [title of show]. she also knows the encyclopaedia of musical theatre songs that aren’t actually in shows (see: jonathan reid gealt, michael mott, kerrigan and lowdermilk etc)

luke can’t sit still for the life of him. he tries to because he doesn’t want to be rude but it’s not really his scene and he loses concentration. for this reason, he’s really into his movie musicals. he used to watch grease and the sound of music with his mom. rocketman and we will rock you are his modern day favourites. (he’s also got julie’s second hand excitement for the in the heights movie)

alex (dare i say it) loves dear evan hansen. he knows it’s slightly problematic but who are we kidding, it’s so much more progressive than peoples view of anxiety back in his day. he ugly cries at i’ll cover you reprise in RENT. he’s also a sucker for shows like dreamgirls, six, & juliet etc. and bare. for obvious reasons

reggie has two very opposing tastes. the first is as ‘rock’ as you can get while still being musical theatre (ie. bat out of hell) and the second is he absolute masterpiece that is annie. just - there’s a dog and a loving family so he’s sold

bobby likes newsies purely for the dance routines. athlete bobby lives in my head rent free. he spends his days rewatching the movie so that they can get all the moves right. they nail them all. bobby also likes other dancey shows and also little shop of horrors for some reason (the stage version where the plant is literally about to eat everyone in the theatre)

carrie likes mean girls. it was a casual liking until flynn decided they hate it and so now carrie plays it at every opportunity just to annoy them. also the idea of carrie singing someone gets hurt does things to my head

flynn likes ‘dark’ musicals like heathers and beetlejuice and carrie (the musical not the girl but yes her too). they’re very frustrated when riverdale ruins them but also uses the gif of archie dad-dancing in ‘the world according to chris’ as a reaction whenever they’re planning something exciting just because everyone hates it

willie likes jukebox musicals because the usually have really wacky plots to make it work. (alex and willie listening to & juliet) jagged little pill is a frequent favourite but they’re still mad that jo isn’t non-binary like in the workshop version

nick likes mamma mia (and cats) and that’s it

caleb is obviously into big flashy musicals like 42nd street and a chorus line. and also cabaret? i get that vibe. also throw in some obscure stuff like natasha pierre and the great comet of 1812. i just thing he’d like that

ray likes disney musicals - movies or on stage. they’re just wholesome and perfect and remind him of when the kids were little

[all-seeing-ifer]

top five characters from musicals

ooo VERY fun question! it was actually kinda hard for me to answer this bc it turns out that when it comes to musicals I weirdly tend to not get super attached to the characters - apparently I'm here for the bops and the melodrama first and foremost

but off the top of my head here's my current fave musical characters that live in my brain rent free (also I feel like this was implied in the question but for the sake of being precise here I'm limiting this to either stage musicals or Things That Were Originally Stage Musicals, so no animated Disney musicals or anything like that):

1. obviously eurydice hadestown is my primary blorbo from my stage musicals - I’ve loved her in basically all of the show’s many weird and varied incarnations, although eva noblezada and nabiyah be’s eurydices occupy the most important place in my heart. I just think that what hadestown does with eurydice is such an interesting and unique and thematically brilliant take on a character who historically has always been kind of an afterthought in her own myth. I mean, the concept of eurydice choosing to go to the underworld is a fascinating one, and it’s not like hadestown is even the first retelling of the myth to attempt it, but I do feel like the way hadestown crafts its world and builds up eurydice’s character and flaws around it makes it feel a lot stronger than it does in other versions. SPEAKING OF WHICH ACTUALLY, I do feel like there’s a kind of... tradition, I guess, around romantic tragedy as a genre going back to the original orpheus and eurydice myth, where the female characters at the centre of them tend to be written as “pure and innocent” and like, that’s why it’s sad when the bad stuff happens to them. funnily enough you even see that in the last thing eva noblezada did before hadestown in the form of miss saigon (which is. a whole other thing that I don’t have time to get into). and so I love that hadestown is absolutely echoing that romantic tragedy tradition but eurydice is allowed to be deeply deeply flawed in a way that fundamentally impacts the narrative!! she has agency!! she has a really prominent fuck-yours-got-mine attitude that’s literally The Thing that ends up fucking her over initially but that’s never treated as making it any less tragic and it’s super compelling!!! idk it’s weird bc i wouldn’t necessarily say she’s even a particularly complex character but within that simplicity there’s still something so messy and compelling about her! i just. want good things for eurydice and i’m aware that that’s a deeply unfortunate opinion to have just on the face of it but I guess that speaks to how well hadestown is able to suck you into its tragedy

2. lydia deetz is my goth daughter and I adore her!! I think one thing I really love about musical adaptations of things is that for whatever reason they tend to be a lot less... bound to the source material than adaptations into other media - I have no idea why this is a Thing but it definitely has some interesting results! For whatever reason the people who adapted beetlejuice into a musical decided it should be turned into a story about a teenage girl coping with the grief of losing a parent, and I think the world of theatre is better for them having made that call! I love the musical’s version of Lydia and I love the Energy every actor has brought to her and I love the weird little dynamics she forms with a recently deceased couple and a Ghost Zombie Jesus. the arc she has is just. blindingly sincere in a way that really caught me off guard listening to beetlejuice for the first time and not expecting much more than a Fun Comedy Musical, and every time I think about her saying “let’s clean it up” right before the final number I want to cry a little bit in the best way possible

3. I basically perpetually have brainrot about anita westsidestory, partly because I think it’s a natural human instinct to feel a very strong sense of attachment to Rita Moreno, and partly because the new film version of west side story handed me my Entire Ass, twice because I went and saw it a second time just for the dance numbers. look, sometimes you see a character and you’re just instantly like “ok. I see why they’re considered an icon of musical theatre” and anita is one of those characters. she is a VERY memorable standout in a musical that isn’t generally remembered for its characters - she’s incredibly fun and entertaining to watch in act 1 and then makes such a dramatic shift to just having so much pathos in act 2. even though she’s a secondary character, I do feel like she’s the one I most Feel the tragedy of the musical for. anyway, uh. idk how to end this point so congrats to ariana debose for the very well deserved oscar nomination i guess?

4. would it be cheating for me to include jo march here? probably, but there is a musical of little women and she is my main girl always and for all you can say about the little women musical, jo herself is definitely one of the things they do get right, at least where it matters! it’s to the point where I’d honestly consider the musical version of Jo one of the best Jo Marches out there, and trust me, considering how inconsistent the musical is that’s pretty impressive! she strikes a great balance between unsure teenager trying to figure out how to fit in the world and completely unhinged theatre kid and I live for it. and my feelings on the ending aside, I do think her arc in the musical is really strong - when little women adaptations have jo write her book in honour of beth it basically always Gets To Me, but I do feel like the musical handles it particularly well. or maybe it’s just that the songs really heighten the emotions - who knows!

5. uhhh for the sake of my 12 year old self I kind of have to include jean valjean here - he’s not a character I’m overly invested in anymore but he was my favourite of favourites in my youth and les mis is still one of my fave musicals of all time (even if it has been kicked off the number 1 spot lately by hadestown) so consider this a tribute to my past. and also to the character who’s probably responsible for my love for the Grizzled Old Dude Who Accidentally Becomes a Dad trope

thanks for the ask it was very fun to write about I’m very sorry if all of this is completely incomprehensible

[dreamingoftinystars]

tag nine people to learn about their interests

thank you for the tag @sinterblackwell <3

MUSIC

1. Favorite genre? Indie pop/folk and musicals

2. Favorite artist? dodie

3. Favorite song? that’s too difficult a question sorry lmao

4. Most listened to song lately? Before the Line by dodie

5. Song currently stuck in your head? Cleopatra by the Lumineers

6. 5 Favorite lyrics?

And I don't deserve you // You deserve the world // Though it feels like we were built // From the same dirt - Your Sister Was Right by Wilbur Soot

But I must admit it, that I would marry you in an instant // Damn your wife, I'd be your mistress just to have you around - Cleopatra by the Lumineers

I know I loved the world, but now it's flat to me // Oh, tell me, did someone snatch the light? // Why doesn't it look right? - Before the Line by dodie

My life has lost all porpoise // I lost my hare // I lost my hair // I lost my tortoise - Your Shell of Grief from Alice By Heart (mock turtles my beloved)

City life, apple pie baked just right // Home is wherever you are tonight - Apple Pie by Lizzy McAlpine

radio or your own playlist | solo artists or bands | pop or indie | loud or silent volume | slow or fast songs | music video or lyric video | speakers or headset | riding a bus in silence or while listening to music | driving in silence or with radio on

BOOKS

1. Favorite book genre? Classics or Contemporary

2. Favorite Writer? Virginia Woolf, Casey McQuiston, Gabriel García Márquez, Kurt Vonnegut

3. Favorite Book? There are many but Red, White, and Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston

4. Favorite Book Series? I don’t really read that many series but I just finished PJO and liked it

5. Comfort Book? Red, White, and Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston and We Are Okay by Nina LaCour and Heartstopper by Alice Oseman

6. Perfect Book to Read on a Rainy Day? We Are Okay by Nina LaCour kind of fits the mood of a rainy day and also like is fairly easy to read structure wise. I also think rainy days are a good time for a good classic piece of literature (like Shakespeare, Virginia Woolf, etc) especially if you have a fire going during that time. A fairly easy classic book in my opinion is The Great Gatsby. If you want to be emotionally wrecked on a rainy day so that your face can match the outdoors, read They Both Die at the End by Adam Silvera.

7. Favorite Characters? Everyone from Heartstopper, Nora from Red, White, and Royal Blue, (I don’t really focus on characters while reading lmao)

8. 5 Quotes from Your Favorite Book (these will all be from Red, White and Royal Blue)- also there are all from memory so they might be slightly incorrect:

But the truth is, also, simply this: love is indomitable

On purpose. I love him on purpose.

Exploring your sexuality: Healthy, but does it have to be with the Prince of England?

I loved you. And then, inexplicably, you had the absolute audacity to love me back

Two homes side by side

(the entirety of the turkey scene)

hardcover or paperback | buy or rent | standalone novels or book series | ebook or physical copy | read at night or during the day | reading at home or in nature | listening to music while reading or in silence | reading in order or reading the ending first | reliable or unreliable narrator | realism or fantasy | one or multiple POVs | judging by the covers or by summaries | rereading or just once

TV AND MOVIES

1. Favorite tv/movie genre? Cartoons, Contemporary, RomComs, or Documentaries

2. Favorite Movie? Rocky Horror Picture Show, Nightmare Before Christmas, Dirty Dancing, The Princess Bride, Frozen, Beetlejuice (there are more but those are off of the top of my head)

3. Comfort Movie? Starstruck (and any of the ones above) and almost any animated Disney/Pixar movie

4. Movie You Watch Every Year? RHPS, Nightmare Before Christmas, Mickey’s Once Upon a Christmas

5. Favorite TV Show? I don’t really have favorite TV shows, I more so have tv shows that I obsessively rewatch which are: One Day at at Time, The Owl House, She-Ra and The Princesses of Power, Julie and The Phantoms, Young Royals, New Girl, Criminal Minds, Legends of Tomorrow, *insert more shows here*

6. Comfort TV Show? One Day at A Time (and any of the others above)

7. Most Rewatched TV Show? Probably JATP, Young Royals, or TOH also ODAAT

8. 5 Favorite Characters? I genuinely don’t really have any off of the top of my head but like Elena from ODAAT is one, Stargirl is one, Entrapta and Perfuma

tv shows or movies | short seasons (8-13 episodes) or full seasons (22 episodes or more) | one episode a week or binging | one season or multiple seasons | one part or saga | half hour or one hour long episodes | subtitles on or off | rewatching or watching just once | downloads or watches online

No Pressure Tagging: @c-nan @spookiest-sapphic @midnight-stereo @fanofthepod @book-and-music-lover @sunsetmolinas and anyone else who would like to

[slashingdisneypasta]

Is I remember correctly, you often mention you like musicals? What are your favorite musical songs, if you don't mind listing them?! Thanks in advance

OH I DO! And I d e f i n e t l y don't mind listing them. This will be fun! Thank you for giving me this opportunity! ^^ The ones with 🎇 next to them are my ABSOLUTE favourites. I could listen to them for unnatural lengths of time.

The Ballad Of Sarah Berry || 35MM 🎇

The Whole 'Being Dead Thing' || Beetlejuice

Fright Of Their Lives || Beetlejuice

The SQUIP Song || Be More Chill 🎇

Upgrade || Be More Chill

Voices In My Head || Be More Chill

You're Going Back To Jail || Bonnie & Clyde 🎇

When I Drive || Bonnie & Clyde 🎇

Raise A little Hell || Bonnie & Clyde 🎇

Too Late To Turn Back Now || Bonnie & Clyde

Bonnie || Bonnie & Clyde 🎇

The World According To Chris || Carrie; The Musical

Prom Climax || Carrie; The Musical 🎇

Blankets And Bedding || Come From Away 🎇

28 Hours / Wherever We Are || Come From Away 🎇

I Am Here || Come From Away

On The Edge || Come From Away

In The Bar / Heave Away || Come From Away

Screech In || Come From Away

38 Planes (Reprise) / Somewhere In The Middle Of Nowhere || Come From Away

Bring On The Men || Jekyll & Hyde 🎇

(The Legend Of) Miss Baltimore Crabs || Hairspray

Ladies Choice || Hairspray

Run And Tell That || Hairspray

Big, Blonde and Beautiful + Big, Blonde and Beautiful (Reprise) || Hairspray

Without Love || Hairspray

Fight For Me || Heathers *a.k.a the song that starts playing when Freddy and Jason actually start fighting in FVSJ XDDD Haha! "Well, whoa You can punch real good- " *

Blue || Heathers 🎇

You're Welcome || Heathers *(West End ver. )

Never Shut Up Again || Heathers *(West End ver. )

Shine A Light + Shine A Light (Reprise) || Heathers

Dead Girl Walking (Reprise) || Heathers

Two Little Lines || I Could Use A Drink

Good Stuff || I Could Use A Drink

Ireland + Ireland (Reprise) || Legally Blonde 🎇

So Much Better || Legally Blonde

Whipped Into Shape || Legally Blonde

Legally Blonde || Legally Blonde

The House of Borden || Lizzie

"The Will" || Lizzie 🎇

Sweet Little Sister || Lizzie

The Fall Of The House Of Borden / "The Alibi" || Lizzie 🎇

What The Fuck Now, Lizzie!? || Lizzie

Thirteen Days At Taunton || Lizzie 🎇

Maybe Someday (Reprise 2) || Lizzie 🎇

Apex Predator || Mean Girls

Someone Gets Hurt || Mean Girls 🎇

Revenge Party || Mean Girls

Someone Gets Hurt (Reprise) || Mean Girls

World Burn || Mean Girls 🎇

Welcome To The Moulin Rouge || Moulin Rouge! 🎇

The Sparkling Diamond || Moulin Rouge! *Not gonna lie. I mostly love this one cuz of Ziddler's growly voice ha ha. But also I identify with Satine

Sympathy For The Duke || Moulin Rouge! 🎇

Only Girl In A Material World || Moulin Rouge! 🎇

El Tango De Roxanne || Moulin Rouge! 🎇

Your Song (Reprise) || Moulin Rouge!

Will The Sun Ever Shine Again || On The Record

No Way || Six

Haus Of Holbein || Six

All You Wanna Do || Six 🎇

I Don't Need Your Love || Six

Six || Six

Witches Lament || Into The Woods

Last Midnight || Into The Woods

No One Is Alone || Into The Woods

Take Me Or Leave Me || RENT

Teenage Dream / Break Free || & Juliet 🎇

Oops!... I Did It Again! || & Juliet

It's My Life || & Juliet

Problem / Cant Feel My Face || & Juliet

Everybody || & Juliet 🎇

[amphii-writes]

Random Haikyuu Head Canons I Have

these are all taken from my discord server cause i remember to write them there, if you want to request fanfics, my requests are W I D E open! there is also nO order! these are just all the headcanons i could find tbh

warnings: mentions of blood, and just overall wild times, swearing

Asahi loves knitting sweaters because his shoulders are broad and he also loves seeing the reactions from his teammates when they get a sweater from him! He says he buys them but he doesn’t

Aone likes knitting socks because he has big feet and he loves fluffy knee high socks but his team will never know

Asahi and Aone regularly hang out and knit together! (after asahi wasnt scared of him anyways)

Nishinoya gives you shiny rocks he finds because “your eyes shine like them!”

Yamaguchi likes to have your head rest on his chest while cuddling!

Aone likes to bake

Aone dressed like a polar bear because koganegawa told him to- halloween was amazing

daICHI HAS A KISS THE COOK APRON

Daichi secretly can make some kick ass steak and is amazing at grilling sorry

Okay but real talk, Kenma and Yaku swear like sailors and it scares everyone because they always whisper the most foul, insulting things under their breath. Hearing it is like seeing a cryptid

Speaking of cryptids, Fukunaga and Shibayama are THE most true crime, mythology, and mystery obsessed fanatics on the team and often fanboy about it together 

Fukunaga’s obsession with moth man has gotten to an unhealthy stage

Kenma absolutely had a vampire phase and has read twilight. Only Kuroo knows and has sworn to secrecy via blood pact

Kuroo’s a musical nerd. Knows all of the lyrics to Hamilton, BMC, DEH, Heathers, Rent, Beetlejuice, Etc. Kenma considered dropping him because of it

Iwaizumi tells the worst dad jokes and Kyotani, wanting to beat him, started doing it too and it drives everyone insane

Yahaba and Matsukawa get along surprisingly well. Both are true crime freaks and bond over their forensic files obsessions

Matsukawa didn’t really like his thick eyebrows so he got one of his female friends to pluck it for him, but almost cried and gave up after the first hair. Oikawa called him a pussy for the next year

Hanamaki jokingly flirts with everyone on the team so most of them just got used to it, but it still confuses Kindaichi to the point of mental breakdown

Makki called Kyotani ‘puppy’ as a joke once and now mad dog is truly terrified of him

Kyotani’s dog absolutely ADORES Oikawa and it’s the funniest shit to the rest of the team

Mattsun and Makki play DnD and once convinced Yahaba and Kyotani to join. Kyotani kept rolling to fight everyone and Yahaba was a bard that kept rolling to seduce everyone. They kept yelling across the board so they had to kick them out

Outside of his school uniform, Goshiki specifically wears only plaid

Tendou makes little chocolates for the whole team every once in a while so they don’t think he’s scary

Semi and Shirabu once had a fistfight in an abandoned McDonald’s parking lot while Tendou filmed and Goshiki cheered them on

Everybody makes fun of Shirabu’s haircut but nobody dares to say it to his face. its gotten to the point where they say he got it done by a blind old lady

There’s a running joke about Shirabu also getting his haircut from prison but Goshiki is starting to suspect that it may not be a joke

Yamagata and Tendou are good friends with the mutual goal of collecting as much blackmail on their team as possible

Tendou loves animals generally considered to be ‘ugly’ like rats, crows, reptiles, etc.

80% of Goshiki’s playlist is shit overplayed on the radio. Him, Shirabu, Tendou, Kawanishi and Ushijima have a permanent ban from the aux cord

Nobody watches YouTube with Ushijima because he never skips the damn ads (other than tendou)

Suna once said y’all’dn’t’ve unironically and made a first year cry

Akagi once said UwU unironically and had an identity crisis.

Osamu has one of those rainbow gaming keyboards and is constantly on a discord call. Atsumu always yells weird shit in the background to embarrass him and once pretended to be him

During Seijoh group chat arguments. Hanamaki and Mattsukawa like to drop facebook minion memes in just to piss everyone off even more

mattsun and maki both have separate photo albums in their phones labelled ‘minion memes to piss everyone off’

Hinata carries a pocket knife and no one has no fucking idea why

mattsun and maki both have matching rat fursuits that look like they actually where in a sewer- they chased oikawa around

For all his talk of plant analogies and metaphors, Ushijima cant grow shit

Goshiki’s Bangs are the way they are because his favorite character was Rock Lee from Naruto

Oikawa has watched Ouran High School Host Club front to back so many times and he can quote all of Tamaki’s lines by heart -He keeps bothering Iwaizumi to “be his Haruhi, since you’re shorter than me”

Koganegawa has definitely gone as an Angry Bird for Halloween

Fukunaga has those reflective cat eyes, and he has terrified Yamamoto on several occasion

Hanamaki and Matsukawa have a teddy bear that they pretend is their child and they share custody

Suga always sprays whipped cream straight into his mouth whenever he sees a can

Nishinoya definitely bit people as a kid

Nishinoya would be the guy to wear shorts all year round and even if it's snowing, he'll insist he's not cold

Tendou is still stuck in his emo phase and would fangirl over Creepypasta with me and I appreciate that (me too buddy, me fuckin too)

Kyoutani LOOKS like he’d listen to viking death metal, but in reality he listens to Mother Mother and knows all the words to Ghosting

Sugawara would definitely encourage me to dumb shit and not stop me, and you’re all dumb for thinking he wouldn’t 

KENMA IS NOT ‘uwu owo’ SHY, HE IS ‘your fucking gross’ SHY SO LITERALLY STFU

Bokuto listens to Nicki Manaj. And knows all the words. To every. Single. Song.

Ushijima for some reason knows an odd amount of 90′s-2000′s R&B and he will hum along to the songs if they come on the radio (he also loves Dolly Parton) ((he says he relates to her music))

Bokuto once ate instant ramen for an entire month

TERUSHIMA DID TRY TO FUCK A PLANT WHILE SHITFACED AND GOD I STAND BY WHAT I SAID

atsumu let’s you put makeup on him and pretends to eat the brushes (do yk what im talking about- like n o m)

tendou ran for school president as a joke but actually won

i 100% believe that all of karasuno’s third years apologize when they bump into inanimate objects, but when suga is really tired or stressed out, he’ll yell at them instead.

Tanaka, Nishinoya, and Taketora have a group chat called "Bros who want sum hoes" and they send each other hypebeast memes and shit

Sugawara knows how to do a bunch of flexible shit because he sometimes goes to yoga with daichi and asahi's moms, its fucking hilarious

tanaka and noya both breakdance- they work as a team and sometimes go to tokyo for underground competitions- saeko drives them

Daichi knows a little ballet- nobody other than Kiyoko knows because they saw each other at the ballet class and had to work together- dont tell tanaka and noya that he lifted her though

Osamu once put glitter on Atsumu's pillow- he still finds hot pink glitter on shit

kita knits and crochets with his grandma

Kita's grandma knows everyone's names because kita talks shit bout them, her favorite is Aran

Kuroo has burnt his eyebrows off doing an experiment. His goggles didn't cover all his brows,,, so he just showed up to practice like that. No eyebrows and a chemical burn

kenma has played all kinds of games, but he was dared to play corpse party by kuroo. He wasn't scared because of the gore, he was thinking about the trauma the characters went through. Punched kuroo the next day because that game was fucked up

Lev isn't a strong swimmer, so he often grabs people by the head to keep himself up. happened with kenma and lev couldn't walk due to the force of kenmas suprised water kicks

akaashi has those fancy pens that you have to dip in ink and they're so nice

Bokuto has and will eat pencil erasers again

Daichi once almost lost his shit at his team but instead he lost his shit at the door that decided to stub his toe on the way out of the gym. not the best thing to be found yelling to.

Yamaguchi for sure has been dragged to one of terushimas parties because he didnt wanna say no. oh and terushima has like frat boy level parties too. Yams has for sure had some wild nights and doubts anyone other than Tsukishima and the party-goers will ever know

Akaashi can actually flirt very well! He reads romance novels sometimes and has analyzed any and every book in his possession! so he's actually quite charming

Daihsou unironically posted on twitter after mika broke up with him "I still see her shadows in my room"

Mattsun and Maki run a fake oikawa account; its been going ever since twitter even started getting popular and they even started sending messages in spanish. The posts would range from "I love all my fans!" to flirting with them :) Oikawa is pissed cause the account got verified before he did and most of his fans also follow the fake oikawa. Tooru has no idea who runs it JUST IMAGINE OIKAWA JUST LIKE RANTING TO THE SEIJOH 3RD YEAR ALUMNI AND JUST "no Iwa-chan, you dont understand! they run a fake account and pretend to be me!" while makki and mattsun laugh their asses off

Oh, kenma for sure has pretended to be a girl on discord and has gotten someone to buy him stuff. after they do he says in his normal voice "fucking simp" and then hangs up and blocks the other persons discord

Yamamoto, despite his rough appearance, loves kids and has and will be a human jungle gym

suna in middle school had a game with his friends about who could make kids cry the fastest

The twins switched places back in middle school and nobody could tell because of how great they are at acting like eachother

Daichi once arrested coach ukai for public intoxication after a game :|

Daichi has arrested many people from his old volleyball team but the most memorable case was when he arrested tanaka and noya for reckless driving. poor idiots got so scared when they saw their old captains face in their mirror and started to pray

tanaka, while trying to intimidate someone, once said "You dont gotta tell me twice, i may be straight but these hands are bisexual" and he often cringes at night thinking about it

Kageyama, as a comeback to Tsukishima, said "one thing about us royalty is that we love to feast" and he also fuckin hates what he said

the third years made a cult for Kiyoko. they chant every wednesday "i'll do anything for kiyoko, she makes me go loco"

oikawas fangirls are known to be fucking rabid

yAMAMOTO AND KENMA AFTER THEIR FIGHT WERE FORCED BY KUROO TO MAKE IT UP: so they dyed their hair together

Makki and mattsun sang two trucks in front of the entire team. everyone was so confused. Makki: "twO TRUCKS HAVIN SEX!!" Mattsun: "oH yEs!"THEY'D SWITCH OFF AND HAVE LIKE CHOREOGRAPHY TOO LIKE THEY'D DO A TANGO WHILE THE SONG IS LIKE "two beer trucks, making love"

tendou once called Oikawa "mr. no-nationals" and got kicked in the shins before iwaizumi could save him

Tsukishima had a my little pony phase

you work with matsukawa at a morgue and he makes dead people jokes while you fix some dead guys face with wax and makeup he'd be like "so didnt he like,,, stick his head out of the sunroof of a moving fuckin car??" he'd be singing dumb ways to die the entire day

i feel like Kuroo has one crazy accident a year. like it might not be deadly but its fucking crazy like for example: Kuroo for sure has ridden in a shopping cart at past midnight with kenma (who pushed him down a hill) causing Kuroo to get scratched up hella well. he lied and said he spent the night with a girl and kenma fucking hated himself cause he would be the girl if that was true

Mattsun has flirted with the 4th years moms before (AS A JOKE), and because of this: he is known as “fuckin milf hunter” sometimes by the team

Warning, this next headcanon is talking about cannabis, weed, mary jane, the zoink root. so if your uncomfortable, please dont read below :)

dude i wanna get high as SHIT with Asahi 

i think Asahi would be one of those mfkers who takes one hit and is gone 

ASAHI ACCIDENTALLY GOING TO PRACTICE ZOINKED 

IMAGINE HIM SEEING TSUKISHIMA AND JUST "he looks so judgemental,,, im scared" 

OR LIKE A MAD DAICHI AND JUST "i'm gonna,,, im gonna go jump out the window now" 

Noya and Tanaka would know tho, i feel like they'd have a 6th sense when it comes to weed. they probably get some from Saeko cause she'd rather they do it in the house. they'd smell asahi like fucking dogs and just so,,, big guy had fun without us huh? 

DAICHI WOULD KNOW ABOUT ASAHI BEING ZOINKED, SMASH HIS FACE INTO THE WALL, TURN AROUND WITH A RED MARK ON HIS FOREHEAD AND WITH A BEAMING SMILE AND FEUX ENTHUSIASM SAY: "YOSH, LETS WARM UP!"

[manuphantom]

I was absorbed in my thoughts in front of the window of Pedro's house, I had no desire to celebrate my birthday this year because for me it was a bit traumatic always around the hospital to make visits to understand what illness I had, I they shot like a sock, colonoscopy, gastroscopy, blood tests etc, in the end it turned out that i have chron's disease, pedro accompanied me to all the medical examinations i did, it was a real treasure, i don't deserve it at all such a boyfriend, we have been engaged for 5 months but we have not made it official to the world, but only to his family and our closest friends. 

i moved to new york exactly one years ago, pedro and i met in a bar here in new york, at the same time i was on vacation with my relatives on vacation, then i found work in a local bookstore called book culture, then after a couple of weeks I found a small apartment with moderate prices as rents in new york are quite expensive. Pedro and I met at the death and company bar, I was sitting quietly sipping my beer at the bar counter, then this beautiful tall and bareback boy with a lot of gab comes up, he was dressed in a white t-shirt and V-neck, she was wearing a pair of dark gray jeans and a pair of red converse trainers, her hair was short dark brown and her eyes were also dark, large and magnetic. he said "hello am I disturbing you?" i looked at him almost smiling i replied "hello no don't bother me", pedro was doing my body x-ray, it made me shiver from how beautiful it was, i continued to taste the beer, but he didn't want to give up he tried again saying "by the way I'm pedro and you?", I said "I'm nice to meet you". Pedro and I started talking about this and that, about the things we liked to do in our free time, he told me he was an actor and I told them I worked in a bookstore I loved. then finished drinking we decided to take a walk. he told me about his wonderful family, about the loss of his mother, I don't know why, but talking to him came naturally to put you at ease, then I loved listening to him talk. I told pedro that I had to go "pedro sorry so much but it's late for me tomorrow morning I have to get up early to go to work, thank you very much for the wonderful evening", he replied "thanks to you, you have been a pleasant company it was a while that I was not spending a quiet evening because of my daily routine ", I said" but be cool, I was really good, see you around ", Pedro said" sure ", but before I left he gave me a very sweet kiss on the lips he had that sweetish aftertaste of whiskey.

returning to the present here I am again at the window contemplating the old days, this quarantine was literally killing me inside, it was not for pedro, it was I who was not well, I could hear footsteps behind me, pedro hugged me tightly, he was able to calm the nerves. pedro said to me "mamacita what have you got?", he leans me even further back to absorb his bear hug, I really loved his hugs they were so reassuring, I said "I just want to distract myself a little bit I don't really want to to celebrate my birthday, sorry if I'm so sulky today ", Pedro whispered softly in my ear" what do you say if you and I go out for dinner I'll take you to a special place that you will surely like ", I replied" ok ".

we got ready for the evening i was dressed in a black t-shirt from star wars and i had a pair of black denim shorts from nightmare before christmas and i had put on a pair of black adidas trainers, instead pedro was wearing his band t-shirt preferred fleetwoodmacs, wore a pair of dark blue jeans and a pair of black adidas. we left the house and headed for the fateful surprise destination. it took three quarters of an hour to arrive.

we arrived in front of the entrance of the room, I was amazed by what I saw.

"oh my god you're kidding aren't you? how did you know about this place" I replied enthusiastically, pedro looking at me happy said "i was sure you would like it, i did a couple of searches and i found it, this place is for you since you are a big fan of tim burton ", I replied" you know that I don't deserve you true, how the hell can you stay with someone like me who has several problems, is afraid of creating anxiety in people, especially the people I love, like you can bear with me explain it to me ", pedro comes up to me looking into my eyes" you are important to me, I have accompanied you far and wide to do medical examinations, but I have not complained because I love you, we have recovered together, these five months for me it equals a beautiful goal you know I'm with a very sweet and strong woman who loves me for who I am even if sometimes you get depressed but we get up together and that's why I'm in love with you the first time we met at bar, you are my world, you are my everything"; some tears came down I began to sob "please stop making me cry, you are so sweet I would not be here today without you, you have arrived at the right time, te amo te amo mi corazon". she wiped my tears with the tips of her fingers, then gave me a long, passionate kiss to make me understand that I was hers and that she would never leave me alone. hand in hand we entered the place called beetle house. the place inside was very nice at the entrance there were a lot of pictures from tim burton movies, my favorites were the ones about beetlejuice, edward scissorhands and nightmare before christmas.

I was literally ecstatic, I pulled out my phone and took some pictures at the club, then me and pedro took a couple of selfies, he made very funny faces, I loved when he raised his right eyebrow it was too funny. we sat down at a small table and ordered two super sandwiches called edwards burger hands in honor of edward scissors hands, I had a beer and pedro instead got a fleet martini in honor of sweeney todd.

finally our sandwiches arrived served by a guy dressed just like edward scissorhands, we enjoyed our sandwiches, had a wonderful evening and had the best birthday with the sweetest and funniest man who had become a part of my life.

@ohpedromypedro​ @ohpedromypedro​ @oberynispunk​ @ithinkwehitametaphor​

@dornish-queen​ @takemepedropascal​ @poenariuniverse​ @pisss-offf-ghostt​

@scout-134​ @pedropascalito​ @pedropascalownsmyheart​ @gamingaquarius​

@abuttoncalledsmalls​ @a7estrellas​ 

[swan--writes]

The cafe I work at just got shut down because of the coronavirus and it's really stressing me out... could you write Beej/Dewey comforting a reader in a similar position?? (Your writing is amazing, btw 💕💕) sfw is fine

I know, I’ve still got Dewey songfics to get through. I wanted to bang this one out though, because I think a lot of us are probably in the same boat. I chose to write Beej because I thought he could provide a helpful perspective, and because that fandom has helped me through so much already. Thank you for requesting this, I hope it helps, even in a small way.

Words: ~1,525

Lawrence Beetlejuice Shoggoth was not a morning demon. Few demons were. Beetlejuice preferred the darkness of night, when his solitude wasn’t so blatant. During the day, he had to watch people crowd cafés and sidewalks and movie theaters, and everyone seemed to be paired or grouped off. It felt as though he was the only lone person, and he wasn’t even a person. He was a powerless demon, doomed to walk the Earth with nothing and nobody. All he could do was comfort himself with the blackness of night – the knowledge that if he could just reach far enough, make himself strong enough, he could make people see him. He wouldn’t be as invisible as he was.

At least, he had been before you had summoned him. Now, Beetlejuice didn’t mind mornings so much, as long as he spent them with you.

Normally, you woke up slowly. Very slowly. Four alarms and three snooze buttons slowly. Once you had accepted your daily fate, you would pull your phone into bed with you and scroll through social media. Beetlejuice would eventually get bored of you staring at your screen and nose at your arm, sometimes going so far as to whine “Pay attention to me!” So you would for as much time as you could spare before you absolutely had to get up for work. Your demon boyfriend would follow along behind you, tugging at your waist and nipping at the back of your neck and altogether being a pain until the moment you walked out the door.

This morning was different, though. This morning, the sun woke you up before your alarms, and you checked your phone. Beetlejuice slept on beside you when you saw your coworker’s text, your boss’s email, and listened to your boss’s voicemail. They all said the same thing.

Trying not to wake the sleeping demon, you slipped out of bed and into your slippers. You shuffled quietly out of your bedroom, quietly shutting the door behind you.

Beetlejuice woke up around when your second alarm would normally have sounded. He groaned into his pillow and reached out to where you should have been lying. Nothing. “Babes?” he asked softly. No answer. Beetlejuice lifted his head and looked around, blinking the sleep from his eyes. Sunlight filled the room – neither of you had thought to shut the curtains last night, you had been distracted. But Beetlejuice couldn’t find much satisfaction in the memory when he didn’t know where you were.

The warmth of your side of the bed had mostly faded, but it still contrasted the coolness of his arm sharply. Even though the blankets were cozy, they had nothing on the warmth you brought to his skin.

Confident that you couldn’t have been gone long, and more nervous than he would have liked to admit about why you might have left, Beetlejuice swung his legs out of bed. The demon’s feet never met the floor, however. Instead, he floated through the bedroom, through the wood of the door, and out into the living room. There he found you, curled up on the couch and holding a mug of some hot liquid he couldn’t smell, staring blankly out the window.

“Y/N?” Beetlejuice called uncertainly. You made a soft noise, acknowledging his presence and nothing more. Your eyes never strayed from the trees outside. “Hey, what’s going on?” He took in your pajamas, your messy hair, the dark circles under your eyes. “Why aren’t you getting ready for work?”

His voice was so small, and you wanted to reassure him. Right at that moment, however, you simply did not have it in you. Without speaking, you leaned over and picked up your phone from the coffee table, pulled up your voicemail, and played your boss’s message through the speaker. Slowly, Beetlejuice came to hover beside the couch.

The message was straightforward and as sympathetic as it could be. It used all the buzzwords – ‘covid-19’, ‘public safety’, ‘mandated closures.’ Your boss made it clear that this was a public health crisis, but must have read this message from the email you had received. Just listening to it made what little tension had managed to leak from your shoulders in the time you had been sitting there flood back in.

“Closed?” You nodded and set down your phone. “For the next two weeks?”

You nodded again, and swallowed. “At least,” you mumbled.

“What are you supposed to do?” Hearing the breath your took then, how ragged it was, Beetlejuice immediately dropped the question. “Oh.” He chuckled softly, clearly trying to lighten the mood. “Y’know, this reminds me of the black plague.”

You flinched. “God, Beej, don’t say that.”

“No, really. There was this thing in Italy where everybody had to just stay home. Nobody in, nobody out.”

“What happened?”

“It worked!” You frowned up at him.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, well, they also burned down every house where people were showing signs of the plague with the family inside, but–”

“Beetlejuice!” His mouth snapped shut. He stared at you, tension clear on his face. “Jesus Christ, now is not the time.” Finally, his brow furrowed with a troubled understanding. This was serious.

Normally, his breather would have laughed right along with him. As it was, you had the overwhelming urge to take a shower. To replace all the oxygen in your lungs with the steam. To scrub down your apartment, your street, the whole damn block until it was spotless. Virus-free.

You were so occupied with the enormity of the task and the amount of bleach you would need to accomplish it that you didn’t notice Beetlejuice moving. Before you realized what he was doing, the demon had taken the mug from your immobile hands and set it on the coffee table. He closed the curtains, switched on a lamp, pulled a few DVDs from the entertainment center and set them beside the television, and he was trying to move you from your position on the couch.

“BJ, what are you doing?”

“You’re taking up too much room. I need to sit down.”

“Beej–” As quickly as you started to protest, however, you gave up. There was no real point – you had nothing else to do. You scooted toward the edge of the couch and let Beetlejuice settle down between your side and the couch back. He was still in the soft black and white pajama pants and white tee you had given him to sleep in months earlier. He loved those clothes.

Beetlejuice turned onto his side and waited for you to do the same. Then, he pulled the blanket down from the back of the couch and draped it over both of you, slipped an arm under your elbow and around your waist, and tangled your legs together. He leaned forward and nuzzled your hair.

“What are you so scared about?” he whispered.

“Not having a job. Not being able to leave the house. I mean, what if I run out of food? What if I run out of meds? What if I–?” Beetlejuice felt the sudden tension in your arm over his, and he lifted his head to get a better look at your face.

“What?”

You took a shaky breath. “What if I already have it, and I just don’t know yet?” Beetlejuice went slack behind you, but he shook his head.

“You got a fever?”

“No.”

“You breathing okay?”

“Mostly.”

“Then you’re fine.”

“But–”

“Hey. You’re fine right now.” Beetlejuice gently rubbed his hand back and forth, soothing over your waist and your stomach. He kissed your ear, then returned to nuzzling at your hair. “Stick around here with me, we’ll get you through this.” A tear slipped from your eye and landed on the couch, but you said nothing. “And if you die–”

“Beej.” You tried to say it sternly, but it came out sounding far too weak.

“–I’ll still be right here with you.” He shook you a little at the waist, trying to get you to look up at him. “Right?”

You sniffled, but nodded. “Right.”

“Right. Hey, c’mere.” The demon pulled you back into him even more firmly. You held his arm around you with both of yours. He stroked your stomach with his thumb and brushed your hair back from your forehead with an extra hand. Beetlejuice closed his eyes and nestled his nose into your neck, breathing slowly and unnecessarily, taking in your early morning scent.

Dozens of thoughts were trampling your mind. Your job, your budget, your rent, your health, your friends. Over the last few months, you had been so careful to allocate every dollar, to look after every symptom. Now…

Beetlejuice sighed against you. If it were at all possible, your body automatically relaxed even farther into his. He might have been dead, but he was here. He was here and he was solid and he was willing you to believe that everything would be okay. You had never fully understood his ability to make you feel the way he could, but just for the moment, you let him. Maybe (hopefully), eventually (someday), everything would be okay.

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Recently Deceased

Summary: You and Beetlejuice have been together for awhile and things are starting to get tense with y'know, the whole being dead thing. 

Word Count: A little over 3k

Notes: Um, it’s an okay read. Fluff and angst.

Character Relations: Beetlejuice x reader (romantic relationship)

A/N: Y’all it’s a Beetlejuice imagine!! I love him and if anything happens to this demon I will not hesitate to fight back. Also!!! It’s my birthday gift to you!! My birthday is the 30th so I thought I’d put something out there for kicks!! Enjoy!!

WARNINGS: DEATH. Death is mentioned heavily throughout the story and if you are sensitive to the thought of you dying please DO NOT READ.

You trudged through the front door as you let out a heavy sigh. With no warm greetings from Beetlejuice you knew he wasn’t home. You carelessly threw your bag on the floor and flopped on the couch. An unbearable headache making itself at home after a long and tiring nine hour shift. You could always call him, but decided against it. He was probably busy or maybe you just gave him the wrong time. Maybe it was for the best he wasn’t here, the lack of noise was for the best. Although it would’ve been nice to have him dote after you while your head pounded.

As you adjusted yourself on the couch you smiled at the thought of Beetlejuice being so warm and domestic, which was the role he’s taken on the past few weeks.He has actually tried cleaning up around the house the past few days, being rather considerate as you worked overtime. They needed the help and you needed the money to keep a roof over yours and Beetlejuice’s heads. His sickly sweet behavior was beginning to become concerning. 

You had all the right to be concerned, he was trying to hide from you in plain sight and it sort of worked. You’ve been so busy lately that trying to keep up with all the responsibilities of life that catching your breath was becoming harder. You knew something was wrong with the bug but never pushed it too hard, but that needed to change. You needed to talk to him and pull the truth from his cold undead hands. 

As your mouth opened to speak his name a sharp pain in your head caused you to wince. Okay, so maybe talking wasn’t the best thing to begin to start doing. The quiet holding only an ounce of comfort as you relaxed into the couch unable to pull your thoughts away from Beetlejuice. 

You remembered talking about your relationship and how things were starting to get a little confusing. As you both reached another milestone in your relationship the undeniable truth pounded at the front door. You were alive and he was a dead demon straight from hell. It was a difference that was proving to be more difficult than you originally thought it would be.

 The Maitlands, and bless their cold still hearts, tried to help. It just made things worse as the night resulted in midnight blue hair and a pool of tears. Their suggestions were just so, normal. You both weren’t normal, at all. You and Beetlejuice were treading on uncharted territory. There wasn’t exactly any counselors you could see or books you could read that would give you advice on what to do with an undead partner. Conjoin finances? Beetlejuice didn’t even have any money let alone a use for it. Marriage? You were quick to say no to that one and it broke Beetlejuice's heart. You didn’t find out until later but you just explained the trouble it would be, not that he wasn’t worth the trouble, it’s just the steps of adjustment it would take for him. No ghostly powers combined with all the adjustment he would have to deal with by becoming human. Becoming a part of the system of the living after following the flows of the Netherworld since he began had to be extremely difficult. The Netherworld and the Land of the Living were polar opposites that only connected through death and that was it. Not to mention the fact that you could die whenever and that would leave Beetlejuice alive and alone. Beetlejuice understood but it still hurt, he wanted to marry you. He wanted it to be an official binding that you were his and he was yours. But your mind was made up, so you suggested the logical thing that could result in getting rid of this living/dead roadblock. You slowly slipped out the idea of you biting the bullet. 

His hair turned ruby red at the mention of it. There was no way in hell he was going to let you end it all just because things were getting tense. You had this life and you were just so willing to throw it away. For him as well? He wouldn’t allow it, he couldn’t allow it. He wanted you to experience life so he selfishly could hear all about it. So he could listen to you talk for hours about how complex living really was. He wanted you to enjoy life, something that he only understood the basics of. He wanted you to soak up all life had to offer before it was ripped away from you. He was furious, how was your death any different than him becoming a warm body? I mean it was very different, but it also had it similarities. You both spent a good hot minute screaming at each other as you argued your points. Your main point being death awaited you regardless. His was that you’d have to learn how the Netherworld worked just how he would have to learn how the Land of the Living worked. It took some work, but you both called a truce. Marriage and death were out of the question. 

That had to be what was bothering him. That was the only thing you could come up with and it was in fact the thing that was bothering him. The seed of doubt had been planted in his head right next to the willow tree of worries. You were so quick to say no to marriage he wondered if you even want to spend eternity with him. That wasn’t the case in the slightest, you positively loved everything about Beetlejuice, but it was hard for him. In truth as the seasons changed he saw you change with them. The changes weren’t anything drastic, you were still the you Beetlejuice fell in love with. Things were just different. You worked yourself to the bone ever since you bought your own house and moved out of the Deetz’s, paying for a house was a lot different than paying rent. With all the hours you spent at work left little time for you and Beetlejuice to partake in activities that didn’t involve you sleeping, thus left Beetlejuice to his own devices. 

It left him stuck in his own thoughts. What if you were growing tired of him. What if you were just dragging him along. He felt like a dead weight and usually when he began to feel that way he would leave. But you were different, you somehow knew exactly what to say. It drove him mad because he’d have a speech prepared. Then after the speech you’d be fed up and he would leave and you could go on with your life and have something normal with someone else. But, the moment you walked through the door, and your eyes locked, and you weakly smiled as the words ‘I love you’ floated out of your mouth, he was trapped. Like a fly to honey he held you close and melted into you like a giant sap. Not like his plan would’ve worked anyway. You’d just call him back until you worked things out because where Beetlejuice was stubborn you were relentless. 

You both were stuck with this feeling of inadequacy. Both of your worlds were so different and it was tugging at both of you. You had to figure out the best course of action to achieve a balance for the both of you. Even if that meant moving back in with the Deets. You sighed, you had to fix this. You couldn’t push it off any longer. This road block was not going to be the end of the only joy you looked forward to at the end of the day. 

As your brain wandered on what to say your stomach started to swirl. You slowly pulled yourself off of the couch the pain in your head becoming more intense. As you stood the room started to spin and the yellow light coming from the ceiling fan started flashing. This overtime was killing you. You took a deep breath and slowly made your way into the kitchen. You opened your eyes slowly as you opened the spice/medicine cabinet. As you grabbed the ibuprofen your leg gave out. You desperately grabbed the cement countertop to hold yourself steady, dropping the ibuprofen but catching yourself as you did so. You let out a sigh of relief. As you went to pull yourself up you were quick to realize that wasn’t happening. So you sunk to the floor and sat there. You closed your eyes and held your head in your hands. Was this even a migraine anymore? Your head felt like it was going to burst and you started to involuntarily cry at the pain.

You need some medicine and a nap and it’s all over. It’d be okay. You sniffed and rubbed your eyes as you tiredly crawled toward the pill bottle. Just grab the pills and crash on the couch, you were okay. 

As you pulled yourself up on the couch you stared at the ceiling fan. The blades rotated slowly but the yellow light emitting from the light bulbs began to become splotchy. Something wasn’t right, this wasn’t right. You needed help, you needed medical attention. Your heart rate began to spike as you quickly glanced to your bag on the floor. You knew your phone was buried under all the things you carried and you couldn’t work up the energy to crawl over towards the bag and dig your phone out of it. You let out a little laugh, you were alone. You were going to die alone. You smiled lightly, thanking whatever higher power that no one had to witness this. In a lot of ways this was the right time for you to die. 

“Beetlejuice.” You called softly. You voice so low that you’d be surprised if you even actually said it. You wanted him here, you wanted him to be the first person you talked too. 

“Beetlejuice.” You said softly again. You couldn’t wait to see him. You couldn’t wait to scare him. It would be a combo of surprising and scaring him. He couldn’t be mad at you either. You didn’t do it yourself, it just sort of happened. Things were working out and maybe you guys could take the next big step without there being any confusion or any hassle. Things could go the way you both wanted. 

Your head stopped spinning but you felt yourself rocking. As if you were on a boat caught in the middle of a storm and you were just entering the eye. 

“Lawrence.” You called as something in your brain popped and relief flooded your body. You felt your whole body relax and then nothing. There was no tunnel or bright light. There was just nothing.

“Hey, babes.” Beetlejuice said weakly as he entered the house through the kitchen door. He threw an empty can of that cheap green halloween hair spray, that he did in fact steal from the general store in town, in the trash and as soon as it landed he snapped his fingers and the whole trash can disappeared. The stuff fooled the Maitlands and it could trick you for a few minutes. 

“I’m sorry I’m late but-.” He stopped suddenly as he saw you still on the couch and he couldn’t help the smirk from finding its way on his face. He wished the overtime wasn’t a thing and if he had things his way you wouldn’t have to work at all. There were easier ways, illegal ways of acquiring funds to support you. I mean you wouldn’t be the one doing any of the stuff Beetlejuice would be behind it all, but you would be taken care of. It honestly was a win/win situation. He’d get all of his demon tendencies out and lushly take care of His breather. Regardless of how tempting it sounded you declined his offer. 

Beetlejuice approached the couch slowly and cautiously. Should he try and scare you awake or should he just gently nudge you awake as he carried you to the bedroom. Decisions, decisions he chuckled as a genuine mischievous green tint returned to his hair. This is going to be the fright of your life. He thought as his feet left the floor. 

As he rose into the air he noticed it. He notice that your chest wasn’t rising and falling. He noticed how still you were. His concentration being broken as he roughly fell to his feet. 

“Babes?” He questioned as his panic set into his features. His hair beginning to be littered with bundles of white and deep blue hues. Beetlejuice was scared, absolutely terrified as he examined your lifeless body lying on the couch. He knew you were dead. He couldn’t mistake a corpse if he tried. But, he clung to the hope that you were still alive. 

“Hey, hey, get up. C’mon you got me. Get up, babes.” He said desperately. “(Y/N), get up!” He shouted as he reached for your arms to shake you awake. As his calloused hands met the smooth cold skin of your arms he could see it. He watched you die, he saw you struggle to get to the medicine, he watched you fall, how you weakly climbed back into the couch, he heard you call his name three times. 

He let out a deep gasp as he was quickly reunited back within himself. Tears were quick to stream down his face. Beetlejuice couldn’t exactly comprehend why he was sobbing. Why his tears weren’t joyful ones filled with hope and promise of your future without the alive and dead roadblock. But instead his tears were filled with rage and incomprehensible sadness.  You were supposed to be living a full life, you were supposed to grow old, and he was supposed to be with you for as long as you allowed. Beetlejuice’s hair started to change from a deep blue to a flaming red. 

He was furious as he squeezed your body tighter and held you closer. He carefully laid your lifeless body back on the couch and tried his best to cool down as he delicately rested your head on one of the many throw pillows you had. 

“I’m sorry.” Beetlejuice choked out. He couldn’t help but feel as if this was his fault. 

You didn’t think it took so long for the soul to leave the body. You poked your head out from around the closet door. You examined Beetlejuice’s hunched over deminor and any thought you had of scaring him flew out of the window. 

“Beej, honey.” You said as you quickly left the coat closet. You saw him jump and a light giggle left your lips. 

“I got you.” You said as your guy’s eyes locked as he stood up. He was still crying as you just shook your head and walked through the couch and into his arms. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into a tight and loving embrace. 

“I got you.” You repeated as he wrapped his arms tightly around your waist and buried his face into the crook of your neck. A laugh escaping his lips as his hair returning to a bright and luscious green. 

“I love you.” He said through muffled sobs. You intertwined your fingers with his hair, some of it still stiff from the hairspray, as you cooed into his ear. You had no idea what was going on. You had no idea why he was so upset. Wasn’t this perfect? 

“Beej, what’s wrong? You’ve been acting differently lately. Talk to me.” You pulled away from him and you carefully cradled his face in your hand. He looked so sad. Beetlejuice’s free hand held yours softly against his face as his free arm held you close to him. He let out a heavy sigh and sucked it up as tints of deep purple danced through his hair. 

“I don’t want to lose you and now that your dead I don’t want you to think you have to stay. I’d dragged you down when you were alive and now your dead. I don’t even remember a time in the past few weeks that you felt motivated to do much of anything. I feel like I’m sort of the blame for that because I can’t really do much of anything to help with the whole living thing. Y’know keeping the roof above our heads and all that other bullshit. You didn’t even get to really enjoy- wait.Why are you smiling? Stop smiling.” 

“You emotional bug.” You said as you brought your face to his in a soft kiss. 

“You weren’t going to lose me when I was alive and you aren’t going to lose me now that I’m dead. Yes, things were difficult but none of it was ever your fault. You never tied me to anything, well except the bed.” There you go, saying the right things at the right times. Beetlejuice snickered as you placed a kiss on his neck. 

“But that’s it. None of this is your fault, it was just my time. And honestly it couldn’t have come at a better time, love bug.” You looked up at him with hope and for the first time in the past few weeks Beetlejuice saw that bright gleam in your eyes. He rolled his eyes and clicked his tongue at the nickname. 

“You’ve gotta stop with the pet names, sugar.” His tears had dried and he calmed down enough to where his hair returned to a bright green. A couple strands of light pink spotting in his hair, but that didn’t need to be addressed. 

“Over my dead body, Beej.” You smirked as you rested your head on his chest. 

“We are over your dead body, babes.” You both laughed as he kissed your head. The doorbell rang and your head popped up. A wicked grin plastered on Beetlejuice’s face as he looked at you for approval. You just smirked, you might as well christen your death with a big scare. 

“I’ll creek the door open, but don’t scare them to bad. The dead body is going to be enough to scar them.” You said as you began to head towards the door but Beetlejuice grabbed your wrist pulling you back into his embrace. 

His face beamed with joy. The pink in his hair becoming more noticeable. Everything was okay and everything was going to be okay. He pecked a quick kiss on your lips before you pushed him away from you. 

“You are one lucky bastard.” You said as you headed towards the door. The Netherworld was in for quite a surprise after your death celebrations. Then the wedding after that, well after Beetlejuice asked.

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“Beetlejuice has been hired to bio-exorcise a house and a woman has been hired to exorcise him. But they’re attracted to each other and end up hooking up”

Each chapter will be marked sfw or nsfw, but the overall rating for this story is mature. 

Chapter 1: SFW @turtlepated , @anyamercury

“--and here you can see that the living room flows nicely into the dining room--”

Groggily, Beetlejuice opened his eyes.

“--the kitchen is older but functional! There’s a basement--”

Broken sentences and their words drifted though the house to him. He half wanted to listen and half didn’t care. He felt logy, his head full of cotton.

“--the bedrooms are adequate for a house this age. The main bath is upstairs, and you said you were an artist? Wait till I show you the light that comes into this room! It’s a bedroom, but could be used as a studio--”

The voice got louder, and the distinct sound of high heels tapping on the wooden floor accompanied it. There was someone else too, but their voice was quieter and less perky than whoever was exulting the virtues of this house. 

This house. This fucking house. It’d been his prison for so long now. He’d thought the purgatory of the goddamned waiting room of the Netherworld was bad; at least there he’d had other beings to talk to! Here there were just dust motes and endless days. The Maitlands, after Barbara’s little trick with the Sandworm--just how in the fuck did she manage to bring that beast into the living world, anyway?!--were granted more freedom, because it was obvious she had some special abilities no one deep in the red-tape bureaucracy had imagined. 

And since Mrs. Maitland managed to get him eaten by a fucking Sandworm on the living plane in this house, “killing” him a second time, he was stuck without recourse. When it was all said and done, he wasn’t re-assigned to assist anyone. That may have been preferable. Shit, there were moments in his deepest despair that he thought the Lost Souls room would be better than this. After years of waiting for his case to be processed, he was dumped back in here in this fucking house as punishment!

While he was stagnant and otiose, he had a recurring vision that he hadn’t been eaten by a Sandworm, but instead had been alive and impaled. He always clutched at his chest during those dreams, pressing a hand against the phantom pain. That couldn’t be the truth, could it? His head was so muzzy sometimes he didn’t know what his own history was. He supposed it didn’t really matter, in the end.

Either way--or both ways--he ended up being imprisoned here, he’d been hobbled and lost of much of his power. Beetlejuice ground his teeth till his jaw hurt just thinking about it. Even though it’d been so long ago, the wound still hurt. The standard conditions applied, but who knew enough to say his name? The Deetzes were gone, their little goth daughter was gone. Time passed differently in the Netherworld versus the living one; during the time he was in limbo there they could be dead here for all he knew. He was stranded for eternity.

Whoever owned this house now kept a ‘for rent’ sign out front permanently, it seemed. Over the years the house was never occupied long, though. It was in a small town with no hot rental market. The locals stayed away. Plus Beetlejuice put the skills he still retained to good use--because what the fuck else was he going to do?!--and no one who dared lease the place ever stayed very long. 

His anger towards his whole situation gave him short bursts of stamina, and he’d found that was enough to scare people out of the place. The longer they managed to stay, the stronger he got, siphoning off living energy. It was a double-edged sword, that way.  The vitality that rolled off people was seductive.

But he didn’t want to be around people. He’d given up on any living person saying his name and freeing him; it was hopeless and made him feel an ugly mash of wrath and deep sadness. So if he was going to be miserable, he may as well make breathers miserable too so they’d leave him alone. Then he could wallow even deeper in his misery.

It’d been so long since a person had come through the energy that he ate like a parasite seeped away, like water in cupped hands. Now he was drowsy and slow and felt like he’d been trapped in resin.

Luckily whoever was moving through the house came to him, instead of him having to track them down to get a look at them. He was invisible, of course; he had no reserves to become corporeal. 

A woman in a bright pink pants’ suit and too much foundation opened the door of the room he languished in. “Look at the windows! You can even see some of the town from here. It’s a nice little place, a good sense of community--”

Her high pitched, hard-sell voice grated on Beetlejuice’s ears and he grimaced; he hadn’t moved in so long he felt his face stretch awkwardly. Another woman, less flashily dressed in a peasant skirt and tank top and much less makeup, entered the room. Dutifully she went to the dirty, streaked windows and looked out.

“--nothing a little bit of elbow grease won’t clean up!” the pink woman, obviously a realtor, blathered on. “Those are original, double hung windows, and they’ve been kept up, so they provide just as good insulation as the new vinyl ones do--”

The other woman, the potential lessee, put an open hand to the dirty glass. She didn’t actually touch it, he saw, probably due to the grime. She spun in a slow circle, taking in the entire room. The quilt on the bed was faded and a thin layer of dust coated everything. Although it was obvious she noted all of that, her gaze slipped past Beetlejuice hovering in the upper corner above the door with no hesitation.

Being unseen hurt like a gut punch.

The woman in the skirt nodded slowly. “I think this will do just fine,” she said quietly. 

The realtor beamed. “Oh, that’s excellent! Let’s go back to the office and get started on the paperwork. I’ll also get a maid service to come and air the place out and give it a cleaning, it’s been a bit since anyone has lived here--”

The two woman left the room and the realtor’s voice became quieter the further they moved through the house, away from him. 

It’d been some time since anyone lived here, true, agreed Beetlejuice silently.

He’d have to dust himself off and get rid of this new tenant so there’d be no one living here again. 

tbc 

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Quarantine Q & A

Tagged by @curlicuecal

Are you staying home from work/school?

I am now. Up until last week I had a job that was deemed necessary, but they had to make budget cuts and as a newbie temp I was one of the first to get cut.

If you’re staying home, who’s with you?

I rent a room in a house, the landlord and two other tenants live here. We’re not close but it’s someone to talk to sometimes.

Are you a homebody?

I’m an introvert and I enjoy being home, but I find myself missing being able to wander around stores and people watch. My family and game group are trying to figure out video conferencing, hopefully that will make up a little for missing Easter dinner and weekly game nights.

What movies have you watched recently? What shows are you watching?

We Bare Bears has a new season up, Green Eggs and Ham is still funny, and I binge-watched Cells At Work in one day. I’ve also picked up some youtube channels, like How to Cook That, It’s a Southern Thing, Studio C, Drunk History, Characters Welcome, and rSlash. Some places are posting theater productions too. It’s good to mix it up.

Did an event that you were looking forward to get cancelled?

Yes, Sakura Con! It was going to be my first comicon up north and I was going to attend with @batneko. I have a bag of costume supplies in my closet for a Rapunkzel cosplay, I lost all motivation as soon as I got the cancellation notice. It’s too soon to say but I’m also guessing that the local Renaissance Faire will be cancelled, and any trips to visit home for Thanksgiving or have my sister come up for 4th of July are suspended until further notice. And the farmer’s market.

What music are you listening to?

Despite my dislike of creepy things I’ve been listening to the Beetlejuice Broadway soundtrack. I guess it’s more palatable when set to catchy tunes and animated by fans? This is my favorite so far (OC vid.)

What are you reading?

Lots of fanfic. Lots of webcomics. I might put together a recommendation list if people are interested, webcomics are a fun way to keep track of what day of the week it is.

What are you doing for self care?

Cooking and paperwork mostly. Right now self-care means disciplining myself instead of flopping and indulging, so making sure I wash my hair, get dressed every day, complete important tasks I’ve been putting off, and not wasting money on getting food delivered when I have stuff to eat at home is important. We’ll see how that evolves later, right now it’s still sinking in that this isn’t a long weekend. Also: moisturizing! Wash your hand AND lotion them!