#madison&brent

[cupidgnome]

date at the park + dinner at a sushi restaurant + mia & milo are now bigger dogs!!

[shadows-on-the-sky]

Wingmen as contemporary fiction!

[fbfh]

rodrick x hyperfeminine reader hcs 2

wc: 1.7k

genre: mutual pining, minor angst

pairing: rodrick x hyperfeminine!reader

warnings: houseparty, madison and heather aren't very good friends, one brief mention of alcohol/underage drinking but no one is obviously drunk, Brent keeps flirting with you and can't take a hint but it's annoying and inconvenient at most, minor miscommunication, sad roddy at the end

summary: after getting all dolled up for your party (which is really just an excuse to see rodrick and his band play) you spend the whole night not getting to do the one thing you want to do - see Rodrick.

song rec: teenage dirtbag - wheatus, and I imagine them playing put your money on me - the struts, basket case - green day, and of course, diper overlode - loded diper at the party

a/n: the long awaited part 2 is here!! and yes there will be a part 3 that takes place at prom lol

tags at the bottom (tagging all the people who asked for part 2 as well lol)

You’ve spent all week planning your party

Now it’s finally friday after school, and Heather and Madison are at your place, taking on the monumental task of deciding what you’re going to wear

You decide on the new pair of heels you got as your inspiration piece

They’re baby pink and strappy, with a butterfly shape made of little diamonds on the front

You’ve been absolutely obsessed with them, and the party seems like the perfect opportunity to break them in

You dig around in your closet, pulling a few of your other pink dresses

It’s not much of a contest when you see them laid out, and you choose the light pink satin one to go with your shoes

You listen to Heather and Madison gossip while you dig through your jewelry and nail polish, finding some coordinating accessories and your next mani pedi color

“Which earrings?” You ask them, holding up two pairs. 

“That one.” They say in unison, pointing to the one on your left

You were leaning toward that pair anyway, so you’re glad they agree

After finalizing some details and going over what they’re going to wear, all your party outfits are planned

Heather and Madison leave to get dressed, promising to be back within the hour so you can all help each other with hair and makeup

You’ve  practically become their personal beauty guru since you became friends

You always know just what to do to make their makeup look flawless and their hair cooperate when it’s being stubborn

You’re a big ball of nerves while you get the last details set up

Snacks are laid out, drinks are set up

Now all you need is the people

And more importantly

The band

As people show up, Heather drags you around to socialize

You swear, she must make you say hi to every single person there

If you were a little more cynical, you might pick up on the fact that Heather is trying to keep you away from Rodrick

Rodrick, who you’ve been thinking about non stop since you first saw him

You spend the whole time looking around for him and his band 

You think you see him across the room once, but it’s a girl with a dark brown pixie cut

It’s hard to tell in this lighting, and you’re glad you caught it before you made a really awkward mistake

You’re sure it would have been a funny anecdote that lead to you being friends after

On your way back, you get stopped by Brad

He insists on pulling you aside to talk, which Heather and Madison encourage

But right now all you want is to find Rodrick

And all Rodrick wants is to find you

They’re almost warmed up and ready for their set

And GOD he’s never been more excited for a gig

He’s so ready to go all out

To impress you

And to avoid all Justin Bieber songs to prevent another Heather’s sweet 16 incident

He fidgets with his drumsticks and looks around again

He still doesn’t see you

Which sucks, because he’s been thinking about this exact moment non stop since loded diper got this dream of a gig

He’s been making the boys practice way more than normal

Much to his parent’s dismay (even though they’re starting to sound pretty good)

To avoid another Heather Hills sweet 16 situation

But more importantly, to impress you

When Rodrick fell asleep every night this week, he had a variation of the same dream

Playing at this party, rocking the house so hard people talk about it for years afterwards, and getting to see you

You’re so beautiful, standing dead center at the front of the crowd, looking up at him the whole time

They barely finish their set when you weave your way through the band, and walk right up to him

His heart is pounding as you start praising him, telling him how good he was, how you want to be his little rockstar’s girlfriend

He usually gets so excited he wakes himself up after that

And now

It’s finally happening

His literal dreams are coming true

His band got a great gig

And he gets to play for you

This is probably the biggest opportunity since battle of the bands 

The guys know how much he’s been looking forward to this

It’s all he’s been talking about

He really thinks that if everything goes perfect, he might be able to shoot his shot with you

He just has to focus

Focus on playing a perfect gig, focus on figuring out how to woo you

Once they’re all warmed up and hyped up, they start their set

You can hear the band starting to tune up from the other room, and try for what feels like the millionth time to slip away from Brent

You’ve had to turn him down more times than you can count, and he still can’t take a goddamn hint

“I really have to go check on my friends…” you trail off, finally slipping into the crowd

You manage to find Madison, who signals to Heather, and soon all three of you are hiding in the bathroom

You catch your breath for a little while, touching up your makeup while Heather checks herself out and fluffs her hair

Madison sits nearby, texting someone

After a little while, you sigh, figuring you should all get back

Heather and Madison share a look while you straighten out your necklace 

Heather walks to the door with Madison right behind her

She pokes her head out of the door, then closes it quickly

“Brent is right down the hall,” she says, turning back to you as Madison nods, “we should wait in here a little longer

It feels like you wait in the bathroom forever while Heather occasionally sending Madison out to check

After a little while you hear faint music

Your stomach drops

You can’t miss the band, the whole point of throwing this party was getting to see Rodrick and loded diper play 

“Did they start already?” you ask, walking toward the door

Heather grabs your arm before you can open it, telling you Brent is still right outside, and sends Madison to go check if the band started yet

Madison comes back a minute later

“They’re still warming up,” she says, sharing a look with Heather

A little while later, the music gets louder and you don’t want to risk missing their show

You leave the bathroom before Heather and Madison can stop you 

You’re met with loud rock music reverberating through the house

Definitely not just warming up

You try to get to the other room where they’re playing so you don’t miss the rest of their set

Before you get very far, Brent catches your eye and cuts through the crowd

He follows you around and keeps trying to pull you aside to flirt and talk and get you to go out with him 

You manage to get to the doorway of the room they’re playing when he pins you against the wall

He’s going on and on about how you’d be perfect together, you’d be lucky to get with him, everyone at school wants him

But all you can think about is how great the band sounds

They’re like a perfect blend of all the best pop punk and rock groups you’ve ever heard

Right off the bat, you pick out influences from green day, my chemical romance, and metallica 

You’re really fucking impressed

You didn’t expect them to be this good, and you didn’t have low expectations to begin with

You just wish you could get away from Brent to really get to see the rest of their set before it’s over

When the song ends, you hear Rodricks voice and stretch up to try and see him as he leans into the mic

“Thank you, we are Loded Diper! Fuck authority!” he looks over at Chris, then leans back into the mic “And the patriarchy!” 

Your stomach sinks as you realize you missed most of their show, but you still cheer louder than anyone else in the room

Rodrick lets out a little puff of air when Chris taps his shoulder, getting his attention

“Uh, listen man…” Chris starts, but Rodrick doesn’t hear what he says after that

He looks over to where Chris is gesturing, and his heart sinks

Brent has you pinned against the wall across the room, and you two are looking awfully cozy together

“Shit…” Rodrick says

Once again, he looks like an idiot for thinking he has a chance with you

“C’mon, let’s get out of here,” Ben says, signaling to Ward to help them bring their stuff back out to the van

They wrap it up and leave quickly, and Ward, Ben, and Chris try to figure out how to help their heartbroken drummer 

You spend the rest of the party looking for Rodrick

You hope he stuck around, you really want to tell him how great he was

When the alcohol runs out and the party’s over, Madison and Heather sleep over, helping you clean up 

Technically Heather makes Madison help you clean up

All they can talk about is prom coming up, but your mind is still on Rodrick

And how you didn’t get to see him

You wish you could have told him how amazing he was

Even if he’s not into you like you’re really, really into him

You just want him to know that you could listen to his music all day and never get tired of it

“...coordinating dates, and-” Heather says, turning to you suddenly, “you’re going to help us pick out dresses, right?” 

You nod, flashing her a smile and hoping to disguise your disappointment at how the night went

“Yeah,” you answer as she goes on about finding you all dates

But you know that if you can’t go to prom with Rodrick, you won’t want to go at all

You just hope by some miracle you’ll get to dance with him, at least once

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Shipwrecked Comedy proudly presents: How to be a Ghost

Jacob Marley learns what it takes to make it in the afterlife.

Written & Created by Sean Persaud & Sinead Persaud Directed by William J. Stribling

CAST Jacob Marley - Sean Persaud Christmas Past - Mary Kate Wiles Christmas Present - Sinéad Persaud Christmas Yet to Come - Parissa Koo Narrator - Sammy Paul

Assistant Director: Nick Dugan Production Assistant: Matthew Pinkney

Executive Producers: Michael Walsh, Jane Leach Produced by: Sean Persaud, Sinead Persaud, Mary Kate Wiles

Director of Photography: Devin Hassan First Assistant Camera: Nic Palermo

Production Designer: J.P. Gagen Costume Designer: Morgan Gannes Hair and Makeup Artist: Hayley Orozco Choreography: Lauren Lopez

Edited by: Raymond Fraser

Original Music by: Dylan Glatthorn Original Lyrics by: Dylan Glatthorn, Sean Persaud, and Sinead Persaud Production Sound Mixer: Will Kioultzopoulos Re-Recording Mixer: Noah Hunt Audio Song Recorded at Noah Hunt Audio Song Mixed by Dylan Glatthorn

Special Thanks - Tom DeTrinis & the IAMA Theatre Company, Hugo's Tacos, American Black Market, Brent Madison, Brian Henderson, Matt Amys

Made possible by: Katie Adamczyk, Julia Arnold, Heather Attewell, Michael Baker, Anna Beale, Carrie Bouwman, Kaci Burrow, John Callender, Miles Collier, Janel Christensen, Kelsey Fink, Madi Flesch, Bernadette Kovacs, Alicia Lomas-Gross, Avalee Long, Erin Hawley, Mary Lyszczarz, Jill May, Desiree McLaughlin, Halle Merrick, Sharon Messmore, William Miller, Meghan Morris, Kelly O'Neil, Lisel Perrine, Viivi Pyykkö, Halsea Root, Rodger Samuel, Emily Scheerer, Deborah Shapiro, Lindsey Stewart, Rebecca Stockman, Emma Tulip, Annie Vaccaro, Abigail Vanderhoff, Justin Waterman, Kylie Wells, Christina Wentz, Cassie Wojcik

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STUPID GIRL

BLIND SPOT (3)

PREVIOUS CHAPTERS

THE LONG WALK (1)

JANE DOE (2)

18+ ONLY

SOFT DARK WALTER MARSHALL X READER

SUMMARY: YOU'RE JUST DOING YOUR JOB. TOO BAD SOMEONE DOESN'T AGREE.

(I moved the dates of this to the current year instead of 2018 so hopefully my dates match. I used what character information I could find for Walter and either filled it in with the actor's info or just winged it since no explanation was ever given for his accent. I did my best to research the neighborhoods and streets mentioned. If I made a mistake I apologize.)

SERIES WARNING: NON-CON/DUB-CON/GRAPHIC VIOLENCE/TORTURE/DEATH/DESCRIPTIONS OF DEAD BODIES/VAGINAL SEX/ORAL SEX/ANAL SEX/REFERENCES TO SEXUAL ASSAULT/REFERENCES TO MURDER/STALKING/CHOKING/SLAPPING

“Detective Marshall, Is this the 8th victim of the Hennepin Hatchet?” 

“No comment.”

The man bristled at the name, barely concealed disdain in his expression.

You didn’t like the name any better.

Giving murderers cutesy names took the focus off the victims.

But the Press, yourself included, had to call this psycho something.

“Get out of my fucking crime scene”

“I’m not in your fucking crime scene.”

You gestured to the yellow police tape, flapping in the bitter wind, which you were currently behind, barely. 

Detective Marshall grunted, clearly annoyed.

“I’m just trying to do my job. The public has a right to know if a serial killer is operating in Minneapolis.”

Crossing his arms, he fixed you with a bored stare. 

“What makes you think this is serial? Prostitutes get killed all the time. Hazards of the profession.”

“You’re joking right?”

You rolled your eyes.

“All the victims were last seen in the Hennepin area, all petite blondes, all sexually assaulted, stabbed and mutilated. There’s no way in hell this isn’t the same guy.”

“No comment.”

The dark haired Detective walked away, effectively dismissing you.

“Can you confirm Madison Harper was missing her left breast?”

Turning back he lumbered toward you.

Oh shit.

Detective Marshall was a veritable bear of a man, with a rumored temper to match.

And you?

You’d just poked him, big time. 

“Where did you get that information?”

“No comment,” you sassed.

 Apparently you had no sense of self-preservation.

“If you don’t get the fuck out of here,” he growled, “I’m gonna have your ass arrested for interfering with a police investigation.”

“C’mon. Give me something, anything.”

You tried your best to bat your eyes.

“Officer Barton,” he shouted to a uniform, “I need you to..”

“Ok, Ok,” you threw up your hands, “I’m going.”

You stomped to your ancient, beige Subaru. 

“Fucking prick.”

Driving away, you shivered, convinced the killer was just getting started.

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“I sincerely hope you're hitting submit as we speak.”

“I’m working on it.”

You glowered at your laptop, its blank Google Docs page taunting you.

“Uh, you know deadline’s in 3 hours?”

‘Yeah Brent, I know. I’m..I’m working on it.”

You hit the red dot, ending the call.

Brent was a great colleague, an even better friend.

SInce moving to Minneapolis a year and a half ago he was the only person you had gotten close to.

 Even so, the last thing you needed right now was more pressure.

FUCK FUCK FUCK 

Milton Turnbaldt, the editor of the Digital Division at the StarTribune, had finally moved you from Special Interest to the Crime Beat.

It was the next step in “THE PLAN” you’d mapped out since graduation. 

Imagining yourself a modern day Helen Thomas, visions of Pulitzers had danced in your mind. 

Reality had been a bit different.

Two years writing bar reviews for Bar Fly and one disastrous year at Chicago Suburban Family had been followed by a three year stint at the Chicago Sun Times, where the closest you got to reporting anything was letting Maintenance know a lightbulb was out in the Ladies room.

Getting hired at the  StarTribune had seemed like a dream come true, even if you’d had to move to Minnesota. 

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK 

It was obvious this woman was the 8th victim. 

Problem was every other reporter knew it, even if the cops refused to acknowledge the fact.

Your one advantage was your intuition. 

The women had to have been comfortable with the killer, therefore, he was most likely good looking, charming and came off as harmless. Every victim had voluntarily left their comfort zone, something sex workers usually refused to do. 

The pre- and post-mortem mutilation meant the killer felt confident enough in his surroundings to spend hours with the women, unconcerned about noise or the mess. His secondary location had to be isolated enough for his purpose but close enough to Hennepin Ave that the victims had been willing to take a chance.

Unofficial autopsy reports on each victim listed copious amounts of lube found in the vaginal and anal cavities. It wasn’t unusual for sex workers to use lube but this seemed excessive. The ME had attributed the internal micro-tears and bruising to the sexual assault. That, coupled with the lube, had you leaning in a different direction: The killer was having sex with the dying women. 

Too bad you couldn’t prove any of it.

Neither could you publish the information about the missing body part or lube without totally outing your source at the morgue, although that ship had kinda sailed when you showed your hand to the detective.

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK 

Praying for Divine intervention, you started typing.

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“What do you think Claude?”

The overweight Tabby cat yawned.

“Thanks for the support. I’ll remember that next time you want a treat.”

Looking at your reflection in the full length bathroom mirror, you critically assessed your outfit: short, pleated black polyester tennis skirt, metallic silver cowl neck top, dingy, thigh high, white spiked boots, and a cropped, pink fake fur bomber jacket.

Heavy eye makeup, red lips and purposely mussed hair completed the disguise.

This classy ensemble, courtesy of the local thrift shop, had cost you a grand total of $53.98, an amount you really couldn’t afford.

But since the police, one surly detective in particular, weren’t talking you were just gonna have to find someone who would. 

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Your feet were numb. 

Whether it was from the insanely high heels or the -2 degrees (F) windchill you didn’t know.

Or care.

After walking the Hennepin Ave circuit for 3 hours you had a whole lot of nothing. 

The sex workers definitely knew something.

Clustered in groups of 3 or 4, they murmured to themselves, cell phone cameras flashing, warning potential customers they were being watched, however, no one was willing to talk to a stranger. 

A midnight blue, extended cab pickup pulled up, idling at the curb. 

“Come here.”

“Uh, sorry, I’m..uh.. off the clock.”

He wasn’t the first guy who’d tried to engage you.

Maybe your refusal to leave with a client had given you away.

“Come here or I’ll bring you here.”

Tentatively you stepped closer.

“I said I’m not…Are you fucking kidding me Marshall?”

He sat hunched over the steering wheel, eyes blazing at you.

Beyond annoyed, you hissed, “Go away.”

“Get in the truck.”

“No.” 

“Get in the goddamn truck now.”

Mimicking his earlier behavior, you crossed your arms.

“You can’t tell me what to….”

The cab of the truck flooded with light as he opened the driver side door.

“Fine!”

In a huff, you climbed in, fastening your seatbelt before throwing him a scowl.

He ignored you, smoothly merging with the heavy Friday night traffic.

“Where’d you park that piece of shit car?”

You refused to answer, making a show of sulking.

“Answer me or..”

“Or what?” you interrupted, “You had no right harassing me, asshole.”

“Excuse me?” 

His harsh tone was  a clear indicator you’d pissed him off.

“Your car?”

“It’s at my apartment. I took an Uber.”

The Detective sighed.

“Exactly what the hell were you trying to accomplish out there?”

You shrugged your shoulders.

“You’re no help so I…”

“You what? You decided to play fucking dress up? Do you have any idea how dangerous the streets are? Some freak is killing prostitutes and your stupid ass is running around pretending to be one.”

“Are you finished?”

He clenched his jaw, cheek ticking.

“Contrary to your belief I’m not stupid. I can take care of myself.”

You reached in your bag producing a sleek, highly illegal taser.

“Plus I have this. And yes, I know how to use it.”

Taking a sharp left turn he headed South.

“Um, where are we going?”

“I’m taking you home.”

“How do you….”

“Born and raised in the Gold Coast area of Chicago. Only child. Undergrad at University of Chicago, Masters in Communication from Loyola, which your ridiculously rich mother paid for. You worked at two small time local papers then the Chicago Sun where you, what? Got coffee for three years? You took a job at the StarTribune 18 months ago writing online fluff. You live in the East Phillips neighborhood,  don’t drink, smoke or do drugs and generally have no social life. I like to know who I’m dealing with.”

Your mouth dropped open in shock, more than a little angry he’d checked you out.

“Pretty good,” you retorted, “My turn.”

“Born in the Channel Islands. Strict Catholic upbringing, four siblings, three boys, one girl. Attended St Michael’s Prep before transferring to Stowe School your Sophomore year, sorry, you call it Year 11. Joined the London Metropolitan Police Force in 2008, the same year you married Angie Stultz. She was interning for Warrener Stewart right?”

You rambled on, not waiting for an answer.

“Your daughter Faye was born the next year. Four years later you were promoted to the Criminal Investigations Department. You started out in Street Crime, then Organized Crime, until landing in Major Crimes in 2015. January of 2017 you and the little family moved to Minneapolis, where your wife was from but you didn’t start with the police department here for another 5 months so I’m assuming you were a house husband until your emigration papers cleared. Apparently you weren’t a very good husband, house or otherwise, cause your wife filed for divorce under “Irreconcilable DIfferences” a little over a year ago. You live alone, don’t smoke or do drugs and are generally recognized as a bully. I like to know who I’m dealing with.”

You flashed a Chesire grin.

Uh, oh.

If looks could kill, you’d be dead, buried 6 feet down, “Here lies a stupid idiot who wouldn’t keep her mouth shut” carved in the marker. 

“Um, this is me.”

You pointed to a two story brick building, an empty storefront on the first floor, your studio apartment on the second.

“Why do you live in this shithole? With mommy’s money you could be living in the Carlyle or Legacy.”

“I wanted to prove I can make it on my own. And this neighborhood? It’s not as bad as people think. The Pizzeria over there? The old, Italian couple that own it let anyone who needs to use the free wifi. On the weekends they stay open late and offer a free slice and drink so the kids have a safe place to go.”

You became animated, warming to the topic.

“Mrs Freemantle, in the brownstone next door, invites me over three or four times a month. Her oxtail soup and mac and cheese are freaking amazing. She doesn't get around too well so I run errands for her once or twice a week.”

You peered out the windshield.

“Those two guys on the steps, the ones you gave the stink eye to? Andre and Tony? They fixed my car for a six pack and a pizza the last time it crapped out.”

“Probably with stolen parts,” he mumbled.

“I bought the parts, you judgemental ass.” you spat.

Jerking the handle, you exited the vehicle.

Snow swirled in the open door.

“People here care more about each other than anyone ever did in the swanky condo’s I grew up in. Thanks for the ride.”

You flung the door closed with a thud.

Trekking up the sidewalk, you quickly unlocked the outside door, your mind already on a molten hot shower.

“Honey, I’m home,” you announced to the tiny studio, tossing your bag and coat on the fifth-hand orange and green couch. 

You stretched, exhausted, looking forward to…..

It happened so fast.

One second you were contemplating splurging an extra ten minutes in the shower, the next you were slammed against the kitchen wall, Detective Marshall’s forearm across your neck, other hand over your  mouth.

You flailed at him, hitting and kicking. 

It was like fighting a marble statue.

He leaned in, leg slotted between yours. 

“Taser ain’t much help now is it.”

You pushed at his arm.

“How fucking stupid are you? You didn’t even lock your fucking door. Anyone…”

You bit his fingers, drawing blood. 

He let go, surprised by your counterattack. 

“Get the hell out of…..”

His hand closed around your throat.

Your chest heaved from adrenaline, his booming heartbeat matching yours. 

Without warning, his lips crashed to yours.

The kiss was desperate, all consuming, his beard scratching your delicate skin.

His hand slipped under your top and cheap push-up bra, palming your breast, rough fingers pinching the already pebbled nipple.

The kiss deepened to something dark, Marshall taking control.

You rocked your hips against his muscled thigh, your core on fire.

Snaking down your belly, he slid his hand beneath the waistband of you skirt, callused digits gliding through your damp, plumped slit.

He circled your clit, applying light pressure with each pass, thumb randomly sweeping the bundle of nerves. 

Lost in a sea of sensation, you mewled, the sound swallowed by his warm, searching mouth.

“Tell me to stop.”

Afraid he wouldn’t stop, even more afraid he would, you remained silent as you unzipped his jeans, freeing his heavy cock.

Gathering the sticky wetness from the tip, you stroked his length.

“Fuck.”

The whispered obscenity went straight to your cunt, fresh slick coating his hand. 

He tore your black tights in one motion, leaving you bare.

Marshall lifted your leg, curling it around his waist, his cock poised at you sopping entrance.

“Last chance.”

You draped your arms around his shoulders, balancing yourself.

Taking that as a sign, he pressed into you, you channel stretching painfully.

You cried out, the burn almost too much.

His lips latched to yours, tongues sparing until his cock was fully ensheathed in your heat. 

He pulled out, briefly hesitated, before thrusting in again.

Breaking the kiss, you buried your face in his neck, fingers tangling in his dark curls.

He fucked you now, hips pistoning, his fingers digging into your flesh.

Marshall’s feral grunts mingled with your needy moans.

Tendrils of electricity surged along your nerves.

He lifted your leg higher, changing the angle of penetration, his cock hitting the soft, spongy spot repeatedly. 

“Please,..please..” you choked out.

“I’ve got you.”

You came with a sob, hips pumping in time with his, cunt clenching, the sheer intensity of your orgasm frightening, wave after wave threatening to drown you. 

He drove into you faster, chasing his own release. 

All you could do was hold on, tears staining his coarse, coal gray sweater.

You felt him swell, hips stuttering.

His muscles flexed as he came, pushing you against the wall, milky ropes of cum splashing your walls.

Fevered lust dissipating, he rested his cheek on your head.

Untangling limbs, Marshall fastened his jeans.

He didn’t stay, instead turning towards the door.

Hand on the brass knob, he paused.

“I’m sorry. This shouldn’t have happened.”

His words froze the question in your throat.

Door closed, you collapsed to the floor, head bowed, knees to chest.

“What the hell just happened.” 

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fave youtuber : triplets obv, coryxkenshin, sinjin drowning, daydrian harding, larray, nai, courtreezy, dorisxchi, kanal joesph and deb smikle :)

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fave influencers : triplets, larray, nai, quen, sophia birlem, alexis carrington 💗, madison beer, sab quesada, maddie ziegler, kenzie ziegler, hayley leblanc, madi f, jules leblanc, enya umanzor, and drew phillip !!

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.. the end 🧍🏽‍♀️

[starrysturniolo]

heyyyy ig this is a “welcome” to my account post!

about me!

- my name is ruby but u can call me ru if u want

- i’m 19

- my birthday is august 20th 🫶🏼

- i’m british

- i’m a matt girl 🦈🤞🏼

- i have social anxiety (rise w me girlies ✊🏻)

- i also have astraphobia (i’m not diagnosed but i have every symptom)

- i struggle with other mental health issues too but i’m not diagnosed so i will keep my lips SEALED 😋

- i love photography so if i see something pretty my phone is coming out

- i love memes so if u have any feel free to send them in my ask box 😚🫶🏼

-i have 3 other siblings (i’m the youngest)

- we have a dog & he has one eye

my favourite things…

my favourite youtubers are the sturniolo triplets, larray & sam & colby

i listen to a lot of music! like i cannot function without it i will literally go insane, i listen to a lot of genres but my main ones/ faves are kpop and r&b ☺️

kpop artists i like…

stray kids, le sserafim, itzy, bts, nmixx, riize & jini!

(there are others but i can’t think of them off the top of my head rn 😭)

western artists…

ariana grande is my main girl and has been since 2013. i recently got into brent faiyaz and frank ocean, they make amazing songs 😭 i also enjoy madison beer, chase atlantic & justin bieber ⭐️

writing…

i’m still debating if i should start writing for the triplets or not, there’s like a 65% chance that i will.

if i do start writing for them it would just be short ones and there would be no smut because i’m literally incapable of writing smut so i will be leaving that to my beloved smut writers LMFAOO 😋🫶🏼

i think that’s everything! if you wanna know more about me or just anything pls send in an ask!

[lovingmattysposts]

Whose type do you think I would be between Matt and Chris?

I'm 5'3, I have slightly auburn hair with lighter pieces in the front and green eyes. I have a slightly sarcastic personality and my energy can go from 1-100. I listen to Madison Beer, Olivia Rodrigo, Drake, Childish Gambino, Brent Faiyaz, and Tyler the Creator. I love reading. people either love or hate me.

(ik this is probably so cringe but I saw someone else do it and your my favorite writer so why not)

Matt 100

[naileadevoras]

─ it's our paradise & our warzone.

i. missin you crazy - acoustic russ ii. cavity vinnie iii. lullaby umi , yeek iv. dirty af1's alexander 23 v. the feels labrinth vi. favorite mistake giveon vii. you & i ( with zack tabudlo ) diego gonzalez viii. shouldn't be luke chiang ix. i don't wanna be okay without you charlie bug x. it's you zayn xi. 1000x jarryd james , broods xii. waste love ( feat. madison love ) machine gun kelly xiii. emotional highs vinnie , kenanbryon xiv. favorite mistake giveon xv. calling my phone lil tjay , 6lack xvi. luving u 6lack xvii. thought it'd be easy emanuel xviii. all girls are the same juice wrld xix. think about me dvsn xx. stuck on you giveon xxi. come on mess me up cub sport xxii. blue zayn xxiii. never felt so alone labrinth xxiv. poison brent faiyaz xxv. south galimatias xxvi. lost in your bed bestfriends xvii. pth emanuel xviii. after dark ( feat static major & ty dolla $ign ) drake xxix. you make me bv xxx. feeling like the end joji

listen to the entire playlist here

[cupidgnome]

quick stop at tomarang + hello foxbury university!!

[artisticlegshake]

RADIX NATIONALS RESULTS 2023

SENIOR PROTEGE TOP 31:

Makenna Miller - MATHER

Cayla Bennish - THE ROCK

Randi Moraga - DANCE XPLOSION

Iliana Victor - STARS

Ava La France - NOR CAL

Kenzie Robertson - CCJ

Isabel Joves - IMPACT

Brandon Torres - DANCE ACADEMY MONTERREY

Sabine Nehls - THE ROCK

Emma Mather - MATHER

Zoe Konhilas - DANCEPLEX

Alexis Schueller - THE DIFFERENCE

Sofia Posada - FOCAL POINT

Kaylyn Nelson - Z COMPANY

Solea Chaidez - NOR CAL

Hailey Nieva - DANCEPLEX

Keagan Capps - THE POINTE PAC

Ronnie Lewis - MATHER

Elle Dimos - BRENT STREET

Jordyn Green - NOR CAL

Sophia Albornoz - MATHER

Jaidyn Johns - PAVE

Levi Sherman - SUMMIT

Alex Dinero - DANCEPLEX

Emily Madden - MATHER

Kaitlyn Allen - STUDIO 19

Maile Cochran - THE ROCK

Anthony Ciaccio - THE BASEMENT

Lily Goehring - PRODIGY TRAINING

Madison Marshall - THE COLLABORATIVE

Tyra Polke - THE ROCK

[eomayas]

new thing playlist

girls need love — summer walker

fire & desire — drake

losing you — solange

washing machine heart — mitski

sure thing — miguel

kiss it better — rihanna

garden — sza

the 1 — taylor swift

save room for us — tinashe

coffee — miguel

silver springs — fleetwood mac

pretty little birds — sza

without you — lana del rey

all mine — brent faiyaz

baby — madison beer

cant take my eyes off of you — lauryn hill

ivy — frank ocean

like you'll never see me again — alicia keys

right side of my neck — faye webster

die for you — the weeknd

[thelittletsarina]

Thanks for all the great stuff you’ve shared! Can you gift the hamilton aus audio you have? Also are there any hamilton ldn audio you are allowed to gift please?

Hey! I have two London audios I can share in addition to the Australian one!

Jason Arrow (Alexander Hamilton), Chloé Zuel (Eliza Hamilton), Lyndon Watts (Aaron Burr), Akina Edmonds (Angelica Schuyler), Matu Ngaropo (George Washington), Victory Ndukwe (Lafayette/Thomas Jefferson), Brent Hill (King George III), Shaka Cook (Hercules Mulligan/James Madison), Marty Alix (John Laurens/Philip Hamilton), Elandrah Eramiha (Peggy Schuyler/Maria Reynolds) April 25, 2021; Australia

https://www.mediafire.com/file/f4ksjn65j5vt3r0/Hamilton+(Australia,+25+April+2021).zip/file

Ash Hunter (alt. Alexander Hamilton), Sifiso Mazibuko (s/b Aaron Burr), Rachelle Ann Go (Eliza Hamilton), Rachel John (Angelica Schuyler), Obioma Ugoala (George Washington), Jason Pennycooke (Marquis de Lafayette/Thomas Jefferson), Tarinn Callender (Hercules Mulligan/James Madison), Cleve September (John Laurens/Philip Hamilton), Christine Allado (Peggy Schuyler/Maria Reynolds), Michael Jibson (King George III), Johnny Bishop, Leslie Garcia Bowman, Jack Butterworth, Jon-Scott Clark, Kelly Downing, Lia Given, Leah Hill, Waylon Jacobs, Miriam-Teak Lee, Gabriel Mokake, Lindsey Tierney. May 19, 2018; London

https://mega.nz/folder/FglwQSjR#92Qo0PTI_2aWD1RsKAQn1A

Ash Hunter (alt. Alexander Hamilton), Giles Terera (Aaron Burr), Rachelle Ann Go (Eliza), Rachel John (Angelica), Obioma Ugoala (George Washington), Waylon Jacobs (u/s Lafayette/Jefferson), Tarinn Callender (Mulligan/Madison), Jack Butterworth (u/s Laurens/Philip Hamilton), Miriam-Teak Lee (u/s Peggy/Maria), Michael Jibson (King George) August 4, 2018; London

https://mega.nz/folder/I88EzRKQ#DbKhTdd9XP42ZU02EbezKg

[rudystree]

Wait do you have a link for it in America cause I’ve been looking everywhere for one and like I can’t find one

If you’re in the US / Canada / Mexico you can find it on Amazon, Vudu, Google TV, etc.

If you’re elsewhere (like me), it’s not available anywhere. 🙃

[sturn-wrld]

about me

✦ i'm tillie, she/they, aussie

✦ libra, infj

✦ i am a fan of the sturniolo triplets, vinnie hacker and hockey

✦ i'm a fan of nj devils (nhl), toronto (pwhl) and sydney ice dogs (aihl).

✦ i'm a music fanatic, i listen to;

SEA GIRLS

club halifax

brent faiyaz

laufey

tyler, the creator

madison beer

dominic fike

frank ocean

lil skies

sabrina carpenter

mac miller

cigarettes after sex

+ many many many more

✦ i'm a Chris girl

✦ shifter

✦ face reveal here!

✦ more info on me here!

✦ talk to me!

[statisticalcats2]

Statcat's official list of favorite Cats performers

(I'm horrible with specific ranking so performers are listed in alphabetical order gfiuedw)

Alonzo: Jason Gardiner, Matt Huet

Bombalurina: Erica Lee Cianiculli, Rosemarie Ford, Chelsea Nicole Mitchell, Christine Cornish Smith

Cassandra: Lexy Bittner, Emily Pynenburg, Mette Towley

Demeter: Nora DeGreen, Kim Faure, Juliann Kuchocki, Aeva May, Madison Mitchell, Cornelia Waibel

Electra: Lili Froehlich

Grizabella: Tayler Harris, Jennifer Hudson, Elaine Paige, Mamie Parris

Gus: Christopher Gurr, John Mills, Tony Mowatt

Jellylorum: Sara Jean Ford, Kayli Jamison

Jemima/Sillabub: Arianna Rosario, Ahren Victory

Jennyanydots: Eloise Kropp, Susie McKenna, Emily Jeanne Phillips

Macavity: Daniel Gaymon

Mistoffelees: Jacob Brent, Tion Gaston

Mungojerrie: Danny Collins, Max Craven, John Thornton, Drew Varley

Munkustrap: Robbie Fairchild, Michael Gruber, Matthew Pike, Kade Wright

Old Deuteronomy: Ken Page

Plato: Daniel Gaymon, Tyler John Logan

Rum Tum Tugger: Jason Derulo, John Partridge, Hank Santos, Siegmar Tonk

Rumpleteazer: Jo Gibb, Shonica Gooden, Bonnie Langford, Taryn Smithson

Skimbleshanks: Jeremy Davis, Geoffrey Garratt, Steven McRae, Christopher Salvaggio

Tumblebrutus: Daymon Montaigne-Jones, Devin Neilson

Victoria: Phyllida Crowley Smith, Francesca Hayward, Yuka Notsuka, Georgina Pazcoguin