#((aca awkward))

[oh-phineas]

Ah, the first acapella mixer of the year. There would be drinking. There would be dancing. There would be taunting of the freshers. And there would be many, many sing-offs.

Phineas tended to take place in all except the third thing, because he much preferred to be someone the freshers looked up to and trusted. And while he let his teammates get away with it sometimes, he did try to step in if it got out of hand. He could see that happening now. Billy really needed to take a seat.

"Yooo," Phineas said, rolling up to the group conversation. "What's goin' on, man?" He clapped Billy on the shoulder.

"I was just telling Kleo about the annual costume party tradition!"

Phineas winced. Yeah, the "annual costume party" was not a costume party at all. And every year, one fresher got pranked into thinking it was.

"Why don't I take it from here? I think your roommate's yacking," Phineas said.

"Oh shit!" Billy scampered off.

"Sorry about that. Kleo, right?"

@clio-of-hesiod

Aca-Awkward | Phleo

[userastarion]

not me scream-singing to new paramore songs that i don’t know well enough to be singing for like 30 mins before realizing my window toward my neighbors’ house is open.

[loosesodamarble]

Hi Erika? 💕

What about 1, 20 and 26 for that fandom ask game you just posted?

Hi Lola? (I'm trying to match your energy with the question mark, though I wonder if that was an accidental punctuation...)

Thanks for the questions. Now let's get the salt pouring, folks~!/lh+j

1. What OTPs in your fandom(s) do you just not get?

So I will lead this answer with the following statement: 99% of the time, I can objectively get why people have the OTP that they do. The logic and reasoning for the ship can be written out for me and I can understand that. It's just that I would have little to no emotional investment in it. In a way, the ships I list are only ships that I don't emotionally get.

With that said...

(puts on a suit of armor)

A necessary precaution for the hornet's nest I'm about to strike.

Black Clover: Dorothy x Nozel. Mereoleona x Yami. Secre x Asta. Jack x Yami. Ichika x Ryuuya. Vanessa x Nozel.

Demon Slayer: Douma x Shinobu. Akaza x Kyoujurou.

Hero Aca: Katsuki x Shouto x Izuku (that whole triangle in any combination).

A:tLA: Zutara. Toph x Satoru (that one dude in the comics with the factory).

Again, I can see where these ships are coming from objectively (like thematically or logic of character bonds). My heart is just apparently made of stone when faced with these OTPs. I'm sorry. And that's where the discussion is ending.

(Also I have a lot more BC ships that I don't get because it's the fandom I'm actually invested in.)

20. What is the purest ship in the fandom?

Lolopechka x Gadjah.

Both in-universe and on a meta fandom level, this ship is very pure.

Gadjah is the loyal guard to the queen who sees Lolo for everything she is: a regal queen, an unsure woman still coming into her own, a clumsy sweetheart, and a soul dedicated to her kingdom and her friends. Lolopechka is the benevolent queen who puts more trust in Gadjah than anyone else, even the other Spirit Guardians. It's clear she thinks highly of him too since his confession got her so worked up. Maybe it's just her being awkward but I'm pretty sure the intended understand is that she's thrown off by the man she loves saying he loves her too.

And in the fandom, I've never encountered anything negative about the ship. Most people support the couple. And even when shipping them (mostly Lolo) with other characters, there's never any dissing of the other character. It's smaller ship with side characters and so that make it easier for the fandom to treat the ship respectfully.

26. Most shippable character?

Finral Roulacase.

Ship him with Yami or Finesse or Vanessa or Gauche (I've heard in passing in once) or Kirsch or just anyone.

My obvious favorite option is Finesse. But one of my mutuals (@/sailor-muno [currently inactive for reasons]) has an oc (Mallory) she ships with Finral and FinMal has a permanent corner of my mind for itself. Legit, I had to shake my hands to get all my jitters out because I got to chance to bring Mallory up! BUT ALSO! Nacht x Finral. I... this pair has something to it that I just need to have. They're both big brother and failures in the eyes of somebody and they're both tired of the BB's antics and Yami causes them stress and-! AASJHFLJKAHETHAEIUTHUIAEHKBJRHLGIU!

Finral has an energy that works well with a lot of characters because he is so often playing the straight man to the wildness of others. And even when he's the weirder one in the couple (see Finral x Finesse), he's still a grounded person whose moments of wildness can bring excitement into a "quiet" relationship.

[monaisme]

Sicktember: Day 11

#11- Medieval Treatment

“Hey, Peter,” Ned called out into the boy’s locker room, “Are you still in here?”

Peter groaned from the stall he was currently sitting in. “Yeah,” he called out. “Can you tell everyone I’m sorry and to start without me?” Peter shifted in discomfort. “I’m definitely gonna be a bit longer.”

“Aw, man. That sucks.”

“I know.” Peter whined. “I don’t get it, Ned! Since the...  you know...” Peter’s voice dropped low for that part, “My stomach is just—” Peter tried to find the right word but, as though being summoned by its mere mentioning, Peter’s stomach gurgled. “fucked.” His face flushed red, not that anyone could see it. “Just go, Ned. You don’t want to be in here for this. I’ll come out when I can.”

Peter heard a couple of shuffled steps come closer, and then, “Have you thought about talking to Mr. Stark about this?”

Peter’s face flushed even more. “Yeah, that’s a hard pass. Gosh. He hardly talks to me now?! Can you imagine that call? Hi, Mr. Stark, it’s Peter Parker. So my tummy is rumbly and— oh gaw—” Cramps flashed like lightening across Peter’s abdomen. “Please go, Ned. We’ll talk later!”

“Got it,” Ned replied and hurried away, wishing he could figure out how to help his best friend, but at a complete loss.

The worry must have still shown on Ned’s face as he re-entered the gymnasium because before he could even make his way across the gymnasium, Abe had looked over to him and piped up, “Uh, oh. Something’s wrong.”

Mr. Harrington shushed everyone’s whispering with a look, but their attention still shifted as Ned walked over to the group. Ned kept his focus on Mr. Harrington. “Uh, Peter’s sorry, sir, but he’ll be a little late. He says he doesn’t think we should wait for him and to just get started.”

Mr. Harrington had picked up on the concern. “Oh, dear, should I go check on him?” he asked quietly.

But Ned knew better. “I think he just needs some time to work things out?” he replied awkwardly. How would one convey that his best friend’s digestive system was rebelling in the most horrible way imaginable for no reason that Ned could share? “He, uh, probably wants to be alone for it, you know?”

Mr. Harrington looked sympathetic. “Okay, then. I can respect that.” The teacher then turned away from Ned, and clapped his hands together to get everyone’s attention. “Alrighty, Aca Deca! Let’s turn our brains on to maximum output and get this practice started. Captain, the floor is yours.”

And just like that, everyone moved on.

It took longer than he’d hoped, but Peter joined everyone about twenty minutes into the hour long practice, looking pale and shaky enough that even Flash bit his tongue and left well enough alone.

Mr. Harrington cast a questioning glance at him, but Peter gave him a quick nod of assurance and practice was back on track.

Ned, however, needed to hear the words for himself, “Are you going to be okay, Peter?” Ned leaned over to whisper once Peter had sat himself tentatively in his chair.

“Yeah, I’m good.” Peter answered back softly. “I’m just gonna get through this and then head home and lie down for a bit.” He huffed a little laugh. “There are some soda crackers in the cupboard I’m praying my stomach won’t totally hate me for.”

Ned cringed, nodded, and gave Peter an awkward shoulder pat in support. What else could he do?

MJ cleared her throat and glared at the pair.

Peter must have looked really bad if MJ was letting their chatter slide with nothing more than that.

Crap.

It was all they could do to turn their focus fully to MJ and the remainder of the rapid fire Q & A that she’d prepped for their practice. It wouldn’t have done Peter or Ned any good to have MJ murder them for not focussing when those crackers were suddenly sounding so good.

Finally the last buzzer had been buzzed and the lot of them had proven their worth to MJ once more. To say that Peter was relieved that he’d redeemed himself with his responses was an understatement, especially after the debacle in D.C. Peter was determined to prove his worth—if only his stupid stomach would cooperate.

“Come on, buddy. I’ll walk you home, okay?” Ned patted gently him on the back and picked up both of their backpacks. Peter nodded and started the shuffle toward the gymnasium doors.

“Hey, guys, wait up a sec!” Betty Brandt had been speaking to Charles across the gym, it seemed, but called out to them as she bolted toward them before they could exit. “Peter! I wanted to talk to you!”

Both of the boys glanced at each other questioningly and stopped in their tracks.

“Oh! Good! Thanks!” Betty smiled brightly. “I’m not going to take long, I know you’re not feeling great. I just—” Betty, it seemed, had just realized what she had planned to say, “Oh, gosh. It’s just that we- I mean, I’ve noticed that you’re having some ‘stomach issues,’” Betty blurted, “and my uncle is a chiropractor, so...”

Peter was tired enough from all of the discomfort and overall grossness of what his life had become that he almost wasn’t bothered by her slip of the tongue and the newfound awareness that everyone was talking about this... subject... almost. Peter blushed, but needed to cut her off. “Uh. No offense, Betty, but what does my back have to do with my...” He couldn’t help but be suspicious.

“Well, my uncle took a couple of extra courses about nutrition and such and he swears that if you drink apple cider vinegar every day, it will help to regulate your digestive system. Like, in your stomach and intestines and all that. He explained it to me, and I was looking over my biology notes last night and, well, the science works in theory so I thought that maybe it was worth mentioning? Or you could maybe do some reading, too, I guess? Check it out?”

“Uh, thanks,” Peter smiled weakly. “We’ll definitely do that.” Peter looked at Ned then back to Betty. “So, uh, I guess we’ll see you tomorrow, then.”

Betty grinned big, obviously pleased with herself for performing her good deed for the day. “Awesome! See you tomorrow!” She nodded at Peter in farewell, then grinned even bigger for Ned, “I’ll see you, too, right?”

Ned shrugged, “Yeah, sure,” then hooked his arm through Peter’s and ushered them both away.

“That was weird, wasn’t it?” Ned whispered when he knew they were far enough away that Betty wouldn’t hear them. “I’m feeling like I’m missing something... it wasn’t just me, right?”

Peter chuckled. “Oh, that was weird, all right, but I wanna know if she was right about the—” Peter’s forehead scrunched as he tried to remember what exactly Betty had suggested. Focussing for MJ decathlon was one thing, but Betty had been a bit of an unexpected blur after the stomach talk. “I know she mentioned apples and vinegar?”

“That’s about all I got out of it, too,” Ned pulled his phone out of his pocket and opened up a search engine as they walked, “Huh? Cool beans! Apparently vinegar was used to treat the black plague during medieval times. It had to do with balancing the humours and all that sort of stuff.” Ned hefted the two backpacks he still carried a little higher then started scrolling down the page. “I need to look into becoming a chiropractor! This is straight out of D&D, Pete!”

Peter’s stomach did a warning lurch. “That doesn’t sound too promising.”

“I hear you, man, but Betty did say she checked it out and she is the go-to for bio notes. You know that computers are my thing. Anything else is gobbledygook until I have to study for a quiz... and then I go to Betty!” Ned thrust his phone in front of Peter, “But here. You can read the article while we walk and you can tell me what you want to do.”

Peter pushed Ned’s phone back towards him. “I just want to go home, crawl in a corner, and die.” Peter replied. His stomach swooped and he looked to see how close he was to home. “You know what, Ned?” Peter suddenly didn’t have time to waste. He pulled his wallet out of his back pocket, yanked out three one dollar bills, and passed them over to Ned. “That’s all the cash I’ve got. Gimme the backpacks. I’m gonna head back to my place before I become the stereotypical New Yorker. Please, Ned, just... I can’t take this anymore. Go find somewhere that sells vinegar. If it’s more than three dollars, I’ll pay you back when I get my next allowance.” Peter was on borrowed time. He took both of the backpacks and started walking faster. He couldn’t wait for an answer. The discussion was over. “Don’t forget about the apples! Thanks, man. I owe you!” And Peter was off.

/-/-/

It was only thirty minutes later that Ned arrived at the door to the Parker apartment carrying his bounty and executed his special knock.  

“Hey, Ned. It’s open.”

Ned frowned as he came in. “Dude? Come on! I get that you’re Spider-Man, but this is still the city,” he chastised his friend as he walked past the couch, into the kitchen, and pulled open the cabinet door hiding the glasses. “What if I’d walked in and decided to murder you dead—” Ned grabbed a glass and turned, intending to head to the dining room table, but caught sight of his friend. “Peter?”

“Hey,” Peter dragged himself up off the couch he’d been lying on. “You were way faster than I thought you’d be.”

Ned couldn’t take his eyes off of Peter, who had shucked his bulky sweatshirt, long sleeved tee, and jeans in exchange for a plain black tee and sweats. How had Ned not noticed that he’d started to lose weight? “Dude?” Ned was more than worried now. “Are you sure we shouldn’t call Mr. Stark? I’m starting to feel like—”

Peter frowned. “I already told you, he doesn’t want to hear from me.”

“But—”

“No!”

“But, Peter! Something’s wrong!”

“Yah! And we’re trying to fix it! So did you find the vinegar or not?”

Ned nodded. “Uh huh.” He lifted up his arm to show the plastic bag hanging off his wrist. “Mr. Delmar had some hiding on a shelf somewhere in the stockroom. When I told him it was for you, he went and dug it out.”

Peter’s dulled eyes brightened. “Awesome! And the apples?”

“One apple, and it is also in the bag,” Ned walked the last steps to their dinner table and placed the bag and Peter’s three dollars in front of him. “AND it was all free of charge, so you know. Mr. Delmar said the vinegar is about to hit its best before and he wasn’t gonna be able to sell it anyways, and he says you need to eat more fruit and vegetables so the apple’s on him.”

Peter smiled wider. “He’s so amazing. I’ll be sure to say thanks the next time I go get a sandwich.”

Ned didn’t say anything else as he pulled the dusty bottle of vinegar and the apple out of the bag, but there was no hiding the fact that he was second guessing this. “Maybe I should read another article before we get started?”

Peter frowned at the hesitation, “C’mon, Ned. How bad can it be? It’s vinegar. It’s in practically everything we eat... and I’m guessing the apple is to, like, get the taste out of your mouth?”

Ned shrugged. “Makes sense, but...” he moved to pull his phone out of his pocket.

Peter crossed his arms, getting frustrated. “Stop it, Ned. This’ll be fine.”

Ned crossed his arms, getting frustrated, too. “This could also be so bad, though.”

Peter tried to crook an eyebrow. (He was still working on perfecting that particular skill.) “How’s about this—” Peter pulled his phone out of his back pocket and placed it on the table next to their supplies. “As a precaution, if something goes wrong, you have official permission to try calling Mr. Stark. I am telling you that nothing will go wrong—but if it does... it’s not like he answers now, so.” Peter shrugged.

Ned did manage to crook his own eyebrow. (As the Guy-in-the-Chair, he had more downtime to work on it.) “I hear you... and if he doesn’t answer, I’ll call Aunt May’s cell and pray for mercy. What is Mr. Stark listed as in your phone... just so I’m ready.”

“Currently?” Peter attempted another eyebrow crook, paused for effect, and answered, “Dr. Dolittle.”

 Ned exhaled slow and loud. “That’s deep, dude.”

“I know,” Peter looked impressed with himself. “But we can talk about that later. I’m ready to get on the path to—what did you say it was? Balancing my humours?” Peter grabbed the bottle of vinegar and twisted the cap open. “Phew,” Peter’s eyes watered as the vapours escaped into the air. “Maybe we’re supposed to mix it with the apple instead?” He wondered aloud, then poured a small measure into the glass. “I think Aunt May picked up some juice boxes?”

Ned walked back over to the kitchen, already knowing exactly where they would be if there was, indeed, apple juice. “Aha!” He shouted out in victory. “One brand spanky new pack of ten apple juice boxes. Dude, your aunt is a goddess!” Ned pulled out a single juice box, set the remainder on the counter, and returned, triumphant.

“I know,” Peter smiled, “now hand that over.” He made grabby hands, “I’m so over this.”

“I’ve got you, Pete,” Ned removed the straw from its plastic and poked the box open. “Do you think a one-to-one ratio would be best?” Ned asked as he squeezed the juice through the tiny hole and added it to the vinegar.

“Did it say anything about it on your phone?”

Ned shook his head, ‘no.’ “Not that I saw?”

“Well then, let’s start with that and see what happens.”

“If you’re sure...?” Ned was looking hesitant.

“Sure that I’m ready for this to be over? Absolutely.” Peter picked up the glass and gave it a swirl. “Think I can do this all in one go?”

Ned cringed at the thought of actually consuming the concoction, “For the sake of your taste buds, I sure hope so.”

“Me, too.” Peter took a couple of deep breaths, mentally preparing himself before one last thought came to him, “Oh! If I die, you can have my Funko Pop collection, okay?”

“PETER!” Ned hollered at him, “Don’t even joke about that!”

Peter snorted laughed, “Okay, I’ll haunt you and Betty instead.” With a final nod, Peter exhaled, raised his glass to Ned, smiled, and downed the glass in one great gulp...

And then everything went to hell.

/-/-/

Peter came back to himself all at once.

And by all at once, he meant it was with an attempt at a deeper than normal breath once he’d apparently been taken off the ventilator. Instead of relief, he struggled to breathe through a coughing fit for the ages, while wondering how he’d been made to swallow glass while simultaneously drinking gasoline and then setting his stomach on fire.

“ugh.” Peter rasped, then curled into a ball—well, he tried to. The tugs of the IV line and various monitors stopped him in his tracks, and that was when he remembered his everything in a flash of jumbled memories, “Oh.”

Even the click of the leather heel of Mr. Stark’s shoes sounded fancier in what Peter could guess what the medical floor of... somewhere? “Oh?” Mr. Stark came up to Peter’s bedside. “That’s all you’ve got to say for yourself?”

“Uh. I guess vinegar’s bad?” Crap, did his throat hurt.

Mr. Stark laughed, “Yeah, you can say that again.”

Peter rubbed at his throat and shook his head, “Nope.”

The brief look of amusement on Mr. Stark’s face shifted into one of regret, “Kid...” Mr. Stark shifted from one foot to another as he tried to come up with something to say, then finally spoke again, “I think I owe you an apology.”

Peter blinked in confusion. “Wha—?”

“No! Please. Stop talking before Dr. Cho kills me for messing up what’s healed so far. Just...” Mr. Stark sighed. “Please know that realize now that I should have been around more to help you out with... things. And I especially should have made myself available for you when you starting having issues with your mutation. I’m so sorry.”

Peter frowned and opened up his mouth to speak again when Mr. Stark stopped him. “Wait, really! Let me get something for you to...” he glanced around the room, but found nothing, so he pulled his own phone out of his pocket and opened up a blank screen. “Just, no talking. Type... please?”

Peter typed, fumbled a bit in his exhaustion, backspaced, then typed some more before eventually handing the phone back to the man. “Does have something to do with the whole spider thing? Am I dying?”

Mr. Stark almost choked as he read Peter’s words aloud, “No. Why would you think you were dying?!”

Peter put his hand out for the phone. He typed back, “You’re THE Tony Stark—and apologizing?!”

Mr. Stark’s cheeks flushed in embarrassment. “Well, yeah. When my asshole ways almost get you killed because I can’t be bothered to answer your calls... I can admit that I screwed up. AND,” Mr. Stark kept going, “I’m going to do better. While Pepper won’t let me buy back the tower, I am going to set up a base camp of sorts, somewhere closer to home so when things go to shit, we don’t need to fly you outside of the city via the Iron Man express to get help for emergencies.”

“WHAT?!” Peter couldn’t help his reaction, but wished he had as the pain flared enough that his eyes watered.

“Whoa, kid, relax... deep breaths! You’re okay... just breathe.” Mr. Stark instructed as Peter tried to get the pain under control. “That’s it.” He’d obviously had little experience in comforting, but he was trying, even as he rubbed Peter’s back.

“Peter?” A younger voice called out from somewhere behind him. “Mr. Stark? Is he awake?” Ned popped up beside Mr. Stark. “Oh, thank god! I thought we’d killed you! Did Mr. Stark tell you about it all yet? It was like out of a horror movie, man, blood spewing everywhere! And vinegar! Did you know that vinegar kills spiders? And peppermint? And cinnamon? And lemon! Dude! Everything you were eating was making you sick! Did Mr. Stark tell you about that? Man, oh, man! Good luck finding something to eat at the cafeteria now...” Ned finally trailed off once he noticed both Peter and Mr. Stark staring at him in awe.

“Did you even take a breath there?” Mr. Stark had to ask.

Ned just shrugged his shoulders. “It’s a gift.”

“Well, I was just about to tell Peter,” Mr. Stark brought his attention back to the boy in the bed. “That we’re going to do some testing before we send you home so you and your aunt can keep you safe. Okay? If that means that I have to hire you a private chef to make you specialized meals, then so be it, but for now, we’re gonna keep things super simple and wait on your gut to heal a little more before we go too crazy.”

Peter nodded, then picked up the sound of a woman’s footsteps coming down the hall.

Oh, no.

Peter’s brain flew into survival mode. He frantically tapped something out on the phone. “ned howdid you ge there”

“Oh, yeah.” Ned was pickin’ up what Peter was layin’ down. “Mr. Stark grabbed you, and then Aunt May and I came together in her car and, uh...”

Peter knew he shouldn’t have put it off, but he hadn’t wanted to worry her with anything else and he had it all under control until they’d decided to...

Even Ned looked nervous, and he’s had a head start! “Yeah. Sorry, Peter. She knows about everything... and she’s pissed.”

[lizhly-writes]

utterly non-canon thing in my villain fiancee cnovel. in which i give our mc his original older sister back.

Yang Haoran had really thought he’d forgotten what Andrew Li’s family had looked like.  He had tried so hard to keep their faces in his memory, but they’d grown blurry, anyway.  Had his mother had short hair?  Long?  What was the shape of his father’s eyes?  The shape of his nose?  His chin?  

In the end, he couldn’t remember.

But the girl coughing smoke in front of him…

He hadn’t needed to even think for even a second to know who she was.

“Haha, this is not what I was trying to do,” the hallucination that is his older sister says in English, rubbing her temples.  “Bad idea, bad idea, bad idea, what even happened…”

“Li Yizhen?” Yang Haoran says blankly.

She jolts upright, flashing an awkward smile when she catches sight of him.  “Um!  Hi.  Yeees, that’s me!  You’ve, uh–” she switches to vaguely American-accented, vaguely Taiwainese-accented Mandarin “– you’ve heard of me?  Like, exclusively by my Chinese name?  That’s kind of funny, since I… have no idea who you are. Sorry.  Have we met before somewhere?  Like, ACA stuff, maybe?”

She smooths a lock of hair behind her ear, does it so not a strand is out of place.  She’d always been so careful about her appearance.  Hair always perfectly straight, clothes always wrinkle-free, as if she printed herself out on paper instead of getting ready in the morning.  That was just the kind of person she was – clinical perfection in her dress, as if to make up for the general imperfection of everything else about her, as if the perfect knife-edge of her eyeliner could hide the shadows under her eyes she never bothered to cover up.

Always the insomniac, his sister.

“You need more sleep,” he says.

Claire Li lets out an agitated groan. “Everybody tells me that!” she cries, throwing her hands up in the air.  “Why does everyone keep telling me that!  Do they think I don’t know?  I want to sleep, too!  It just doesn’t happen!” 

He really thought he had forgotten.  It had been so long.  But this – like this, all the memories are coming back to him.  

“Uh.  Hey, are you crying?” Claire Li says worriedly.  “I mean, that’s a dumb question, clearly you – I mean.  You know what, I’ll just shut up now.” 

…Well.  He supposes he really is crying.

“Um.  I mean.  Do you… do you need tissues or something, I’ve got a pack in my pockets if you want it?  Ah, here it is!”  

She holds out the pack of tissues like a lifeline.  Yang Haoran stares blankly at it.

“Uh, just… just hold out your hand.  Just take the tissues.  Here, I’ll just –” she inches forward gingerly, pokes tissues against his hand.    

It’s real.  

She’s real.

"Shit, are you crying harder.  Hahahaaaa aaaah no, help.”

[jules-has-notes]

Aca Top 10: Summer Hits 2014 — VoicePlay music video

After the whirlwind schedule of the first Sing-Off tour, completing several video projects it spawned, and then embarking on a series of cruise ship gigs, VoicePlay were ready for some summertime relaxation. For the first installment in their "Aca Top 10" series, they put together a countdown of recent chart-toppers. Recording it live meant that, once they got a good take, there was very little post-production required.

Details:

title: Aca Top 10 — Summer Hits 2014

original songs / performers: "Happy" by Pharrell Williams; [0:15] "Summer" by Calvin Harris; [0:32] "Turndown for What" by DJ Snake & Lil John; [0:42] "Wiggle" by Jason Derulo, featuring Snoop Dogg; [0:58] "All of Me" by John Legend; [1:13] "Stay with Me" by Sam Smith; [1:30] "Am I Wrong" by Nico & Vinz; [1:48] "Rude" by Magic!; [2:03] "Problem" by Ariana Grande, featuring Iggy Azalea; [2:22] "Fancy" by Iggy Azalea, featuring Charli XCX

written by: "Happy" by Pharrell Williams; "Summer" by Calvin Harris; "Turn Down for What" by William "DJ Snake" Grigahcine, Steve Guess, Jonathan "Lil John" Smith, & Martin "Tchami" Bresso; "Wiggle" by Jason Derulo, Ricky Reed, Andreas "Axident" Schuller, Jacob Kasher, Sean Douglas, "John the Blind" Ryan, Joe Spargur, & Calvin "Snoop Dogg" Broadus; "All of Me" by John Legend & Toby Gad; "Stay with Me" by Sam Smith, James "Jimmy Napes" Napier, William "Tourist" Phillips, Tom Petty, & Jeff Lynne; "Am I Wrong" by William Wiik Larsen, Nico Sereba, Vincent Dery, & Abdoulie "Abile" Jallow; "Rude" by Magic!, Adam "Messy" Messinger, & Alex Tanas; "Problem" by Max Martin, Savan Kotecha, Ilya Salmanzadeh, Amethyst "Iggy Azalea" Kelly, & Ariana Grande; "Fancy" by Amethyst "Iggy Azalea" Kelly, Charlotte "Charli XCX" Aitchison, George Astasio, Jason Pebworth, Jonathan Christopher Shave, & Kurtis "The Arcade" McKenzie

arranged by: Geoff Castellucci & Layne Stein

release date: 11 August 2014

My favorite bits:

Tony's aura of genuine enjoyment during "Happy"

Geoff and Layne's concerned reactions to the beginning of "Wiggle"

Earl and Eli whistling in flawless harmony

Layne gazing wistfully into the distance during "All of Me" because there's no percussion for him to do

the sincerity in their voices during "Stay With Me", and Earl's gorgeous high riffing

the cute "Did you know they were from Canada??" note on the sign for "Rude"

♫ "We're gonna give you some number 2." ♫ ::awkward pause::

the perfect fading echo effect at the beginning of "Problem"

Layne spitting bars once again on "Fancy"

Trivia:

Earl made the title-and-artist signs that Layne holds up. (I assume he also made the butts for "Wiggle", but that particular detail wasn't specified.)

"Rude" was part of the "aca-Disney mashup" VoicePlay recorded a few months later as part of the Disney on Broadway 20th anniversary celebration.

They later performed a full version of "Stay With Me" for their VIP sessions during the 2015 Sing-Off tour, and recorded a video for it while they were on the road.

"Wiggle" was also included in Home Free's "Butts Remix" medley, which Layne helped them arrange.

A very speedy creator made a My Little Pony fanvid using the audio from this medley in less than a week.

[secret-fairygarden]

aca-awkward!!!!!!

[val-daily]

Saturday, 18 March 2023

Well Done:

I overcame my uneasiness and asked people at the ACA meeting to speak up about powerlessness. When it came to me, I told what was actually going on in my mind instead of trying to be useful, well-put etc. Fighting perfectionism.

On my way to the meeting, I was scurrying, but when I bumped into one of the attendants, we had a really nice chat. It hadn't felt awkward or pleasing, it was a perfectly uplifting normal chat.

I managed to relax in the beauty saloon after a cosmetologist cleaned my face (that was quite painful, TBH). I even dozed off a bit.

To better:

When I started to realize that I'm going to be a bit late for the meeting, I haven't sympathized with me, but harshly attacked my planning skills, my stupidity, transportation system etc. I still have to make peace with this kind of powerlessness: Transport may go slower than I'd like, the world doesn't have to speed up, just because I need it too. My time-management mistakes are human, I don't have to be perfect and well-prepared at all times.

Delights:

I donated a few bags of my dad's clothes to charity. It appeared to be a cosy place with nice coffee, books and a quarter for a minor church. Diversity is always better than monotony.

Dry roads and sunny weather that reminded me of spring to come, of summer to come. It felt free and full of potential.

Delicious chicken roll at the moll.

A cosmetologist made me a very nice and relaxing massage.

[invisibleanonymousmonsters]

also! im down bad for that man (eris) he has me in a chokehold

can’t wait for his aca-awkward and shy moments. im gonna be eating that up

here’s a real video of me fainting ⤴️

😂🤣

[mayasdeluca]

ACA just a note, even when a writer is credited for the episode doesn’t mean that they came out with the story or dialogue, the writer room and especially the show runner (network and production obviously)are the one that green light or add suggestions and so on, I bet my ass they told him to chill with the “Jack is the lesbian savior” bullshit, Jack still has his awkward moment of importance as the support buddy, but this time they used it better imo even if Grey acting is atrocious!

Wait ACA you're back?!?!?! You can't just drop this! People have been asking about you! How are things? Have you watched Marina this season? People want your thoughts!

I'm sure that was part of it and also he got so much criticism from it last year when asking for feedback so I think he got the message. I'm glad Jack has taken a step back from their storyline recently and hopefully it stays that way!

[beesandwasps]

Wow, it’s almost like a law which deliberately requires people to purchase private insurance is an invitation to abuse by private insurers. If only the ACA had been based on a similar law which had already been in operation for years in, say, Massachusetts, so we could have had direct evidence that the whole model was defective, so we could have switched to single-payer instead (like nearly every country in the world with universal healthcare), which would eliminate these problems completely. If that had been the case, why, when combined with the admission that Obama had personally made sure that all discussion of even a Public Option was dropped, it might lead to awkward questions about, say, the intentions of the Democratic Party, or about why campaign promises like ending Bush’s Iraq war were deferred for the first two years of Obama’s presidency — at which point Democrats lost control of Congress — in order to pass the ACA at all costs.

[cld-n]

aca-awkward, dad pointed out amongst our family how much i don’t like my uncle’s gf at my aunty’s dinner today smh 🙄

[topleslilac]

Dear Harsya.

Mungkin terdengar aneh kali yaa aku bikin surat panjang lebar kaya gini, karna aku itu orangnya gabisa mengeluarkan banyak kata-kata ini saat ada moment berdua yang selalu bikin aku awkward tapi menyenangkan.

Oke langsung aja ya aku mau bilang makasi sama kamu karna udah jadi my first one who i loved setelah keluargaku yang sampe saat ini gabisa aku lupain. aku selalu mencari seseorang yang seperti kamu. yang selalu bisa bikin aku senyum bahkan tertawa lepas karna hal kecil dan simpel sekalipun. Itu berkesan buat aku, menambah memori indah buat di kenang. It's simple but it's precious moment for me.

Kalo boleh jujur, aku tuh sebenernya masih sayang sama Aca. Tiap aku denger kamu mau balik ke lombok, aku tuh luar biasa seneng banget. Memang kamu sekarang udah ada yang punya, entah kenapa aku tuh rasanya pengen egois, melupakan fakta itu. Like i wanna be yours again karna aku masih nyimpen rasa itu. Tapi aku sadar kini kita udah beda cerita dan udah beda juga life chapternya.

Last but not at least, sincerely i wanna say thank you so much for everything sekali lagi. Semua kenangan indah itu i'll keep it in special room in my heart. hopefully you happy with her dan doakan aku semoga aku bisa nemuin someone yang kaya Aca ya.

[loosesodamarble]

Lost in Translation

Class 1-A and 1-B: *together for a movie night*

Pony: Hey, can someone hit the lights?

Shouto: Alright, if that's what you want. *punches Denki across the face*

Izuku: AAAHHH! Todoroki-kun! Why would you do that?!

Shouto: Well Tsunotori said "denki o nagurouka" so I hit him.

Itsuka: *rubbing temples* Todoroki, she was asking for someone to turn off the lights. "Denki o kesouka."

Shouto: Then why...

Izuku: "Hit the lights" is an American way of saying to turn off the lights.

Pony: Oops! Guess literal translations of slang don't work well! My bad!

[maycanady]

[seijoh-soul]

Looks like you’re on thin ice there Shouto