#I swear Kelly gets left behind so much it’s insane. ‘why does he go by kline he’s a Winchester’ BECAUSE OF HIS FUCKING MOTHER WHOM HE LOVES

[soullessjack]

spn was really like

“hey what if the spawn of Lucifer was a mama’s boy and loved his mother so much but also she died in childbirth because of what he is so he has this entire guilt complex about inadvertently killing her by existing for half his life, and so he decides to save his friend dad guys’ mom bc he’s projecting his own loss onto them so he rips the universe in half to go find her and then they bond together until she sees him as one of her sons and he sees her as a mother figure and she calls him sweetheart and he swears to always protect her and they both truly genuinely love each other, and then he’s gonna actually kill his mother for real this time and spiral into even more self hatred and guilt over it because for the second time in his life he’s killed his mother just by being what he is”

and you expect me to be normal about it.

[danielxricciardo]

Hi there! I don’t know if you got my ask before😭 but I did sent one about Daniel being jealous type? Like Max is Reader’s ex and got bit too touchy and familiar to the reader at party, and like Daniel and Max got into a fight and where other drivers need to break them up. Angst story please! I wanna see Daniel super jealous and protective over his gf.🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

I am so sorry for not writing the last request!!! I had an extremely busy period and there will be a few more crazy weeks! At first I tried to write in order but I didn't have much inspiration so I started writing randomly! So sorry again!

Summary: You are Daniel's girlfriend and he is jealous on Max, your ex.

Warnings: angst, a little swearing

Word count: 1.7k

Jealousy is an insane feeling... It comes out when you are very affectionately attached to someone or that even the thought of its possession with someone else creates a rage in your heart.

It can be constructive or destructive depending on how you presume to take it.

For him, in any way, it feels like his heart is in a constant state of dropping, his legs get shaky, he feels a twisting in his stomach and all he wants to do is snap at people. It's a horrible feeling that he feels a lot.

Jealousy can come from the fear of losing one or more of the following: power, love, sex, and possessions. Jealousy is a powerful emotion. It exists for a reason, to protect ourselves, but can cause havoc if left unchecked.

A jealous man who feels insecure in himself believes he’s not good enough to keep another person attracted to him over time. He fears that someone better than him is going to make his loved one reconsider their relationship.

Daniel never showed you that he was jealous. Although you were Max's ex-girlfriend, Max should be the one upset and jealous of the two, right? Because after you two broke up, friendly, of course, you soon got together with his best friend.

"Hey, love!" Daniel called to you from the bathroom. "I know you won't let me see the dress, although it is bullshit to me because we're going to a gala, not to our wedding, but can you at least tell me what color it will be? I need to choose a tie."

"Red." you answer from the bedroom, focused not to ruin your nail polish. "And it's not bullshit. I want to surprise you."

"For all I care, you can come dressed in a sack of potatoes and I will still think you are the most beautiful woman in the world."

"Mmm I smell bullshit!" you joke.

The FIA Prize Giving Ceremony is an annual event promoted by Fédération Internationale de l'Automobile which honors the achievements of all drivers over the past season.

Although you are not new to this sport, going to Grand Prix as the girlfriend of a driver for more than 5 years, you have never been present at a gala. Of course, you were invited every year, only something always happened and you couldn't go. This year, however, you wanted to be present, especially since Daniel was going to receive the Action of the Year award.

Daniel left before you, he and the boys rented a limousine with which they would get there, and you and the other girls would arrive, also with a limousine. You're not the type to refuse a limousine, especially since you've never been in one, but Daniel and the other boys had to leave their personal cars at the gala because the limousine won't leave you at home, you'll each go to your homes with your own cars.

You were wearing a beautiful backless, tight-fitting red dress, having almost like a silk texture to it, perfectly shaped to fit your figure, strapless, having a corset that makes your breasts bigger than they really were.

When Daniel saw you, you were sure he forgot to breathe for a few seconds. His already large eyes seemed to protrude from his pupils. Your heart had started beating faster, and you had butterflies in your stomach. Even though you had been together for more than three years, you still felt like you were looking at him for the first time.

"You're splendid," he tells you when he helps you out of the limousine. He kisses your hand and you see the dozens of paparazzi flashes towards you.

"You don't look bad either," you answer and enter the building.

Inside were hundreds of people talking to each other and looking like they were having fun. Daniel leads you to your table where you two were seated with Max, Charles, Esteban, and Sebastian with their girlfriends.

"What do you want to drink?" Daniel asks you as he takes off his jacket and leaves it on the back of the chair.

"A glass of white wine."

Daniel kissed you on the cheek and went to get you your drinks. You look around to try to recognize someone and notice that Max is coming towards you.

"Hey, Y/N! Wow, you're so beautiful!" he says and takes your hand to spin you to see you well. "Daniel is a lucky man."

You giggle.

"I saw Kelly, she's gorgeous too! And you're a lucky man because you have her."

He laughs and takes a sip of his drink.

"Yes, you're right. She looks great," he says and looks after her.

Kelly was talking with two women you didn't recognize. It was as if she felt the two of you looking at her, she turned her head towards you and waved.

"Daniel will receive an award, right? Good for him."

"Yes!" you say joyful. "I'm so proud of him."

Max leans over and lightly touches your cheek. You look at him with wide eyes, not understanding what was happening.

"You had a fallen eyelash," he says. "Make a wish."

Before you even thought about a wish to make, you heard glasses breaking, then you saw Max thrown to the floor by someone. Not just someone. Daniel.

Your head was buzzing and you couldn't hear what Daniel was shouting. But you could hear the sound of his fists and the screams of several people who immediately came to separate them.

"What the fuck? Daniel!" Max said as soon as he was lifted from under Daniel.

Kelly immediately ran to him and took his face in her hands, looking for the wounds. He was going to have some pretty big bruises.

"She's my girlfriend!"

Your eyes widened and you immediately looked at Max, who mimicked your movements. What the hell was Daniel talking about?

"Yeah, and Kelly is my girlfriend too. Are we still getting to know each other or are you going to tell me what the fuck happened to you, dickhead?"

"And your girlfriend, Kelly, does she agree with this intimacy between you and Y/N? And don't pretend you don't know what I'm talking about. I saw you earlier, you almost kissed!"

"Do you hear what you're saying, jerk? She had a fallen eyelash! Get your head out of your ass and realize that no one is trying to steal your girlfriend. Neither I nor anyone else."

You snort and everyone turns to you. Your face had taken on the color of the dress: red. You were angry. You were shaking and you wanted to beat Daniel, but you were at a formal event; although that didn't stop Daniel from punching Max a few times. You take a step towards Daniel and slap him across the face, hard enough to sting.

"In the car. Now!" You command Daniel and head for the exit, all the people who had gathered around you now getting out of your way.

In the car, none of you had said anything. You didn't know if you had to start saying something or you should wait for him. You had so much to say, but how did you get started? You had so many curses prepared for him, but in what order did you tell them? You wanted to die of shame because of the little stunt Daniel did inside.

You snort, probably for the hundredth time in just a few minutes, and get out of the car.

"Where are you going?" Daniel shouted after me.

He's joking? Because it seems so to you. How dare he ask you where you're going, considering that since you got back in the car he hasn't said a damn thing. He even acted as if your presence bothered him. It's like he doesn't care about you.

You wanted to leave. Go home.

It's just a small problem. The building where the gala took place was in a part of town where you had never been before. You didn't know the way back to the house, you didn't have any money with you to get an Uber and you didn't want to enter the building you just left, ashamed, to ask someone to take you home.

Even though you didn't know where you were, you got out of the car and head for the gate you entered by car.

"Y/N!"

You snort angrily and hurry up. You try to keep calm and not run away, although you are sure that you could not run considering that you are wearing huge heels. You don't realize when he got behind you but now he grabs your hand and stops you. You try to jerk, but he only tightens his grip around your wrist. You face him, giving him the angriest look you're capable of, but he doesn't even deserve it.

"Let me go, please."

You frown. Daniel doesn't say anything and doesn't move, as if he were a stone sheepfold. He is tense and slightly agitated. Finally, he withdraws his hand, then passes it through his curly hair, then puts it in the pocket of his cloth pants.

"I am sorry," he says softly and you can barely hear what he said. "I was jealous."

"Jealousy? Why?"

He shrugs.

"I have no idea."

"You do not trust me?" you ask, feeling like you're about to cry.

He nods frantically.

"It's not like that at all... My jealousy does not come from a lack of trust. It comes with the insecurity when I thought that someone may take my place or was trying to take my place."

"But Max and I are in the past, you are my future..." you say and bite your lip. "You had to talk to me, not pull that little stunt inside. Do you realize what the papers will say tomorrow?"

"Do you think you can forgive me?"

"You need to apologize to Max. I won't have the whole face bruised tomorrow."

[caithelps]

Inspired by True Events by Tori Kelly RP Sentence Starters: Part 2; (feel free to change name(s), pronouns, etc as needed) Find part 1 here

8/28/1997

“Mom?”

“Yeah”

“Do some people sing in their bathing suits?”

“Sure”

“Can I do that when I'm a kid?”

“In front of people? I'm not embarrassed anymore”

“You could do whatever you want”

“Yes”

“Could you–um, be, be with me–um, and could I try them with my bathing suit on?”

“Where?”

“When I'm singing”

“You're gonna sing in your bathing suit in front of everybody?”

“Alright”

“This bathing suit, and they're saying, ‘Hey, look at that pretty girl dancing’” 

"I like her bathing suit"

"She's really good"

”Me?”

“That's what they're saying, huh?”

“I'm pretending there's audience right there”

“Okay”

“I'm practicing if I'm embarrassed”

Kid I Used to Know:

“Lost in this desert”

“Feels like a thousand years”

“Looking for water”

“Swear there was an ocean here”

“How do I get back where I came from”

“When everything has all changed so much”

“Feeling the pressure now”

“It's tying my heart down”

“I'm missing the empty skies of my youth”

“Every cloud on the ever bright blues”

“Just want that piece again”

“But the chaos is closing in”

“I know that I can't ever go back to the world when life was only playing, dreaming, dancing on my own”

“I keep trying to find that feeling”

“Something's running wild”

“With nothing weighing heavy on my soul”

“Looking for the kid I used to know”

“All of these voices”

“It's hard to tune them out”

“I should accept it”

“Things ain't so simple now”

“I wanna see whatever I want not even think about falling in love”

“Chasing the rainbows”

“Where did the time go”

“Yeah I know that I can't ever go

“No I can't ever go”

Pretty Fades:

“Hey little lover, do you see me”

“Oh I really care what you think”

“All dressed up and it's all for show”

“Gotta play the part just so you notice me baby”

“It's what you like”

“Lipstick ready, painted eyes”

“Oh I got your focus just for now”

“But I know it'll leave when it all fades out”

“When it all fades out”

“Gotta have it, think I need it, cause I want it”

“But hold up wait”

“When I'm looking in the mirror gotta tell myself that the pretty fades”

“When I'm older and I wake up with no makeup and my body changed will he tell me that I'm perfect”

“I want someone when the pretty fades”

“Hey television, can't think straight”

“Got me believing that I can't age”

“Try to convince but I know the truth”

“There's something more beautiful than my youth”

“Hey little darling, dry your tears”

“Don't be scared of another year”

“Soon we'll be laughing at our old mistakes”

“Loving every line on our wrinkled face”

“And it's all okay”

“All that's left will be hiding underneath”

“Just want somebody to love all of me”

“When the pretty fades”

“Will you love me”

“Will you love me when the pretty fades”

Sorry Would Go A Long Way:

“Don't seem to wanna hold me like you did before”

“You don't go out to dinner, ain't no flowers at my door”

“You do a lot of talking, there's a word you never say”

“Sorry would go a long way”

“I stayed up all night waiting, and you forgot to call”

"I feel so lonely, it's like you don't care at all”

“Maybe it's your ego or just your foolish pride”

“It's like I'm not on your mind”

“You never tell me that you love me”

“Oh, what a mess of me you've made”

“It won't make it all better, won't make it okay”

“I feel the times are changing, and maybe you are too”

“'Cause I'm the same old me, but you're a different you”

“So be a man about it, and admit you've done me wrong”

“I just wanted you all along”

“After the heartache, after the hurt”

“Why is it so hard to say that one word”

“If it's really over?”

Actress:

“She don't smile too much but when she does it's just enough to make you smile back”

“And she don't cry too much but when she does it's just enough to make you feel bad”

“She got dreams to be seen on screens by everyone but underneath truly just wants to be known by anyone”

“She's in the fast lane making big waves so there's no time for her heart”

“Can't slow down now”

“She said it's easier to be an actress”

“Call me insane or call me an addict but like champagne when it touches my lips”

“I can choose who I wanna be”

“Fresh tear stains I found on the mattress”

“Hide my pain I can never admit that I'm sick of all this”

“She don't fall in love cause that would mean gotta let em see behind the mask”

“And she don't know enough about how beautiful she is”

“Without all the magic tricks that she's hiding”

“But you gotta fake it till you make it”

“So there's no time to be real”

“It's easier...”

[builder051]

Hildur and Pierce part 2 (OC fic)

Pierce gazes down at the coffee table to give his eyes a break from the glare of the TV.  The half-finished dish of microwave mac and cheese stares back.  He’s not inclined to eat any more, and he really should put it away before the cat decides it’ll make a nice dinner for her as well.  But he’s even less inclined to get up from the old armchair that’s suctioning him down to the earth.  Pierce considers the fork sticking up from the bowl and wonders if he could sever his head with it if he really tried.

The throb circling his right temple is edging up to severe, and the pain is beginning to ricochet down to his stomach.  An isolated headache is easy to deal with.  A migraine, though, not so much.  It would be intelligent to turn off the TV and try to go to sleep, but the murmuring voices of Cary Grant and Grace Kelly are soothing under the screen’s obliterating brightness.  At least that’s what he tells himself.

Pierce lets his eyes float closed.  Has he taken Excedrin yet?  He can’t remember.  Jagged-edged neon yellow shapes dance on the back of his eyelids, and fog seems to be pouring into his ears, muddling his thoughts into a multi-sensory mish mosh.

The quiet sounds of the old movie taper into end credits music that lulls Pierce into semi-relaxation.  Vertigo bobs gently through his body, and with his eyes shut he can almost imagine he’s standing on the bow of an ocean liner, peering into a distant sunset…

Then his phone begins to ring.  Pierce scrambles to grab it from the coffee table and jam it to his ear.

“Hello?”  He thoroughly expects it to be his mother.

“Um.  Hi.  Peabody?  I mean, Professor?”

“Huh?”  Definitely not his mom.

“It’s, uh, Hildur.  From your painting class?”

Oh.  The day’s events speed back into Pierce’s recollection and collide like train cars behind his aching forehead.  The girl who’d gotten sick, left her coat.  The girl he’d called.  Left the weirdly romantic message.  Wished he could crawl under a rock.

“Hi.  Are you feeling better?”  Awkward for him to ask, given the current state of his own well-being.  And is he starting to slur?  He hopes it’s a hallucination on his end.

“I, uh, yeah.  I’m ok.”

“That’s…�� Pierce’s mind is fuzzy.  He knows what he wants to say; it’s on the tip of his tongue. But he doesn’t feel confident it’ll come out the way he intends.  “That’s goo…se.  That’s good.” Damn aphasia.  Pierce takes a stabilizing breath and tries to shake it off.  “I have your coach.  I mean, coat…”  His jaw’s starting to feel slightly unhinged.

“Are you ok?” Hildur asks, concern coming through the slightly staticky phone line.

“Yeah.”  Pierce realizes he may sound drunk.  “It’s a head…ace.”  That’s not right.  “Head…ace. Migr…ation.”  His own voice sounds like he’s underwater, gargling and spitting out bubbles with each word.

“Peabody?  What’s wrong?”

“I’m ff—s’a ok.  Head…oh goddamnit.”  Why is it he never forgets or stumbles over swear words?

“Are you having a stroke?”

Pierce exhales a strain of disconnected syllables which are supposed to mean that he’s absolutely fine, but betray pretty much the opposite.

“I’ll call an ambulance,” Hildur says with a note of fear.

“I—no.  ‘S fi…se. No.”

“No?  But there’s something going on.  You’re not well…”

“’s fine,” Pierce manages to whisper.

“What’s your address?”

He does his best to articulate 114 Bledsoe Street apartment 4b, but Pierce is pretty sure it sounds more like a groan.  Each breath is starting to edge up the throbbing in his head and push his stomach further into his throat.

“I can’t understand you.  I’m going to call 911.”  Hildur’s voice cracks, like she’s about to cry.

“No!” Pierce says with as much force as he can muster.

“Um.  Ok.  If you can text me your address in the next 5 minutes, I’ll believe you,” Hildur says. “But it sounds like you need help.  I’m going to hang up, and if I don’t hear from you, I’m calling 911.”

“Osh,” Pierce sighs.  It was supposed to sound more like ok.

The line goes dead against his ear, and he lets his hand and his phone fall limply into his lap.  If there’s one thing he doesn’t need, it’s an ambulance ride to the ER charged to his lame-ass university-provided health insurance and billed to him.  Pierce squints at the device’s over-bright screen and starts a new text.  The sparkles in his vision nearly block out the conversation bubble he’s typing in, and he’s having a hard time telling the 1 from the 7.  It takes what feels like an insane amount of time, and his street name is misspelled, but finally he sends the message that seems to heavily hold his fate.

The speech bubble on the small screen whizzes from the bottom to the top of the space, and watching it brings on a massive wave of nauseous dizziness.  Pierce leans forward to rest his elbows on his knees and bury his face in his hands.  He shoves his glasses up on top of his head, and he hears his phone tumble to the carpeted floor.  It chimes as a new text message arrives, but he doesn’t make an attempt to read it.  Pierce feels like he’ll float out of earth’s gravitational pull, losing his stomach contents all the way, if he so much as lifts his head.

And even sitting still, it’s not long before his mouth’s full of saliva and his jaw feels like it’s resting on the floor.  He heaves himself out of the armchair and makes for the bathroom, tripping over the cat in the process.  “Sorry, Mimi,” Pierce mutters, though the utterance brings on the first acidic gag.  He sinks to his knees and rests his forehead on the toilet seat.  The slight scent of bleach on the toilet water sends his sinuses into an explosion of pain, and he retches up a wave of undigested dinner and bitter coffee.

Pierce lurches forward to drape over the toilet as he vomits again.  Pressure builds in his head, and bile burns his throat, leaving him feeling even more awful.  He manages to disentangle the nose pads of his glasses from his hair and drop the lightweight frames onto the counter above his head. Pierce hears them clatter into the sink.

It takes what feels like forever for his stomach to empty.  Each retch seems to take ages to build up with a fresh layer of sweat over his brow and the feeling of his entire torso trying to force itself up and out of him.  Finally he begins to dry heave, which is good news for his stomach, but still bad for his head.  The pain in his temple is akin to the strike of a hammer against a stubborn nail, and it continues to ripple out over his entire head and down into his body.

Someone’s knocking on the door.  Pierce starts, and vertigo assaults him as he reaches up to use the towel rack to pull himself upright.  He’s initially confused.  It’s night.  No one ever visits him.

“Peabody?!”  The shout is slightly hysterical, and definitely feminine.

Then he recalls the phone call, the text message.  “Coming,” Pierce grunts in a hoarse whisper. Hildur won’t be able to hear him from this distance, but it’s a small comfort that his ability to form words seems to be at least somewhat functional again.

His hand is trembling as he reaches out to open the door, and Pierce leans heavily on the polished brass knob as soon as it’s swung inward.  Hildur’s standing there, panting, on the doorstep, but she looks nothing like he’s seen before.  Her face is ashen, and the long hair poking out of the front of her hood is pure white.

“H…Are you ok?” Pierce asks before he has to forcefully swallow what feels like more stomach acid creeping up his throat.

“No, I, uh, it doesn’t matter,” Hildur mutters.  “What happened?  You’re really unwell.”

“It’s just a migraine,” Pierce sighs.  He can’t hold back a gag, and he presses the thumb-side of his fist to his mouth.  “Damnit.  Hold on,” he manages before returning to the bathroom.

Pierce belches wetly over the toilet.  A trickle of bile comes up and clings to his lower lip.  He paws at the toilet paper roll and tears off a piece to wipe his mouth, then does a double take. Hildur’s followed him in, and is now sitting calmly on the mat in front of the sink.

“You don’t—you should go.  I’m not, uh, I’m not sick.  You’re sick, you should go home…”  He’s rambling a bit.

“I’m fine,” Hildur assures him.  “What do you need?  I, um.  Are you sure you don’t need to go to the hospital?”

“It’s ok,” Pierce whispers through the square of toilet paper he’s loosely holding over his mouth. “I just get bad migraines sometimes.  Aura, aphasia, it’s all scary stuff, but it’s, uh, it’s not serious.”  He leans into the corner between the wall and the bathtub and tips his head back to see if it has any effect on the dizziness.  It doesn’t.  But when he looks back at Hildur, there’s a hint of color in her cheeks, and her hair is pale straw gold.

“Whoa,” Pierce breathes.  “Is, um?  Sorry, I might be seeing things.  Is your hair a different color?  Than it just was?”

Hildur looks down.  “Oh.”  The soft curls seem to shine and lighten before settling back to thesunkissed shade.  “Um.  Yes.”

“What…?”

“It doesn’t matter,” Hildur says.  “It just happens.  It’s, just, I don’t know.  Kind of embarrassing.”

“’S fine,” Pierce murmurs.  He suspends his face between his hands as a fresh wave of vertigo splashes up from his feet.  “You really can go.”

“Yeah.  You, um.  You don’t seem like you should be alone like this.”  She gestures a bit toward his huddled frame.

“I promise, I’ll be fine,” Pierce says.  Though at the same time, he thinks he should creep closer to the toilet again.  He reaches out and uses the toilet seat as an anchor to drag himself across the tile before the heave materializes.

Pierce’s face is hovering below the ring of the toilet when he hears Hildur say softly, “Well, maybe I want to stay.”

[londonspirit]

One Last Time...

... for this year, that is! (Hopefully they sort their Brexit shit out soon, otherwise I have no clue when I can be back!) 

Anyhow, this trip was wonderful, mad and all around fantastic! (the usual then! *grins*) 

Flew over with my friend S., and naturally we had a one hour delay to start our vacation (we do have a bad travel karma, me thinks, not the first time). And sadly that was the reason I (again) didn’t managed to meet up with my L, cause she only had about an hour between engagements, and that was exactly the hour our flight was late. (Here’s hope we’ll manage another meet-up soon’ish before she goes back to the States, it’s been too long and I really miss her!) 

Upon arrival it was raining! Boo! But after dropping off our luggage and finding us dinner, we didn’t want to go to bed (afternoon flight there, evening arrival) so we decided to have a quick wander around. It had stopped raining which was perfect for a nightly walk.  Wow, even wet London is beautiful, and even more so at night. Streets were mostly empty (not empty enough to be scary tho) and we took much longer than expected.  Stumbled across filming by the side of the river - there were a few people in safety vests and we were already wondering when one approached us. He told us they were filming in a side alley, and not to worry, we could just walk past but shouldn’t stop. Of course we walked very slowly but we didn’t see much or anyone we knew. It was pretty dark, and all we say was a huge projection into the air. *shrugs* Still curious as to what was filmed there (we went there on the last day but no signs at all).  We were in bed way past midnight... (my usual London bed time!) 

Monday was HAMILTON DAY! But in the evening - we had the whole morning and early afternoon to explore some more!  So we went to Greenwich - by BOAT!! That was soo cool. I’ve taken one of the boats two years ago with Sis but only for a few stops, this time we went all the way. And even thought it’s not cheap (Oyster card does make it a bit cheaper tho), it’s totally worth it - the view from the water is amazing! And since the weather was still not very tourist friendly, we had the entire back to ourselves.  I can def recommend it - you see so much from that side. Plus, it’s quick, we were in Greenwich within 15 minutes!  Found coffee and walked up that hill to the observatory! The view was foggy but still amazing. And since the coffee didn’t want to go back to the city with us, we wandered inside to find a loo.  Did you know that you can go inside and check out a few of the rooms without having to pay? Cause I did NOT! And boy, is it cool inside. Loads to see, and touch, and just perfect for a grey and misty day. We spent 3 hours or so in there, bought souvenirs, checked out the old telescope inside, climbed small stairs, looked at all the time measure methods humanity had invented over the centuries, and had a great time!  After that we returned to the hostel to get ready for the evening. 

The smile on my face when I saw the Victoria Palace Theatre again was HUGE! I fucking LOVE this place soo much!!! Especially when it’s all lit in the dark!  Getting inside was just as smooth as ever! (And this time we even saw the dog, didn’t meet it tho as we arrived and were inside like 2 minutes later, despite a pretty long queue!)  Inside we walked around, looked at the Pretty all around and then we went to our seats. 

DUDE!!! I had booked a box back in January, but I had no idea that we would’ve had one all to ourselves. It’s just for TWO seats (not four as I expected), and it’s the coolest thing ever!  We got us drinks to pass the time (you can only take so many pics of that beautiful stage!), and once again the staff showed why they deserved all the praise! I got us two bottles of cider but since bottles aren’t allowed inside, two of the ushers made sure to fill it all into plastic cups! And when it all didn’t fit into two cups, they held the doors for me to bring it to the box and when I returned for the rest, they were already waiting for me! Those people are the real heroes! And everything with a smile and the loveliest attitude!!! 

And when it finally was time, I might have made noises. Being this close (with nobody in front of you, or behind you for that matter), being able to lean forward and chairdance, is the best thing ever!!! 

I was a bit sad that we didn’t get Obi or Jason, but Gabriel and Waylon did so well, it didn’t last long.  And boy, Mondays are an amazing day to go and see it! Every single soul on that stage was on FIRE!!! (Not sure whether that’s because they have the Sunday to recharge, or because some will have their last performances in the next weeks, but it was WORTH going  on a Monday!) 

I had booked that because I wanted to see Ash, as people kept raving about him (and I had seen Jam twice now). He did NOT disappoint.  His performance differs so much from Jam’s; not in a bad way, no. But he’s so into it, so ... THERE?! More intense?! Can’t really describe it. He’s fantastic. And being this close, seeing all those expressions, the cheek, the sass, the sadness, made this time so much better than the last two times.  Ash is incredible and sooo worth seeing! (although I missed the height difference between Jam and Rachelle, Ash is her height.) 

I was very happy that we got Giles, cause I’ve fallen fast and hard for his Burr!!! He’s put such a different twist on him, and once you got used to him, he IS Burr. What I love is that you can see all those little physical actions, he’s doing a lot with his body, and also with his face. Small things you miss when you’re further away. A raised eyebrow, a bitten lip, a suppressed grin. GOD, I will miss him soo much!!! There are times when I wanted to hug him and then there were times when I wanted to slap him. He’s such a great actor, and I will fight anyone who says differently!!!!! 

As for the rest of the cast, they were brilliant as usual; even though I really had the feeling everyone was giving even more than the 500% they already do!! SO DAMN AMAZING!!!  There was a big cheer for “Alexander Hamilton” in the beginning (as it should be), but weirdly NOTHING at the “Immigrants” line!!! O_O That shocked me a bit! I’ve been three times now, and I’ve had a different reactions every damn time! So weird!  Yorktown got an in between applause which I never seen/heard! Was very nice.  The King got all the laughs, naturally.  What else?  Oh, so Tarinn and Cleve are basically themselves in costumes on stage: they kept goofing around and grinning like idiots at themselves, which was adorable.  And I now know why people are shipping Laurens and Ham - the gazing loving at each other was INSANE!! *lol*  Rachel is madly talented but that you already know. That woman’s voice, her acting - GEEZ!! HOW?? So soo good!!!  Christine... god, that voice! Melted chocolate, poured over warm coals, making one feel all warm and fuzzy (and very sinful)  inside. GUH!!  Also: the ensemble blew me away, the perfection they put on that stage (night after night) is MAD!! I found myself watching them more and more, wondering how the human body is capable of the things they do and make it look easy as breathing!! WOW!!! 

It was over way too soon, and I even cried in the end. I have no idea where that came from but Rachelle really made me tear up during the last song. Never had that before. (And she’s the only one I’m still not fully convinced with; she’s good but this is NOT the perfect role for her)  So yeah, I did my final applause in tears!!! 

We stuck around towards the very end, and for the very first time, they let down the safety curtain!!! O_O (They did in the interval as well for a moment). 

And then it was stage door time. It’s all well organized and sorted, and we queued up and waited. It wasn’t cold so that wasn’t too bad. Didn’t take long for the first to come out. I didn’t want anything signed, only asked for pics which seemed fine with them all. Although they were all well prepared with sharpies! Kelly is TINY, and so very sweet, and sadly the only one of the girls who came out :-(  Waylon was a bit shy, but also very nice. Gabriel was dressed for artic temps which made me giggle.  Tarinn and Cleve are... well, Tarinn and Cleve! They’re always goofing around, being super sweet to everyone and really taking their time. Cleve enjoyed being the birthday boy, and wishing him a great one, got me a tight hug! Tarinn smells really good, by the way! *hehe*  At some point the security made an announcement. I think he said they were all gone, or nobody wouldn’t come out anymore; we could stay but at our own risk, or something like that. We were at the end of the queue and didn’t catch everything.  Since we didn’t have anywhere to go, we stayed. Which was the right thing to do!  First Giles came out, and that’s when I got a bit nervous! He’s so good, and I never managed to get a pic with him. He took his time, chatted to everyone and was all around the sweetest. Once he came to us, I told him how incredible he was and how much I loved the Muse Of Fire documentary he did ages ago. I think he blushed a bit ;-p When I asked for a pic, he pulled me real close and thanked ME afterwards!! O_O  Hach, he’s amazing!!  And then Ash came out as well (lots had left already so we were only a few people). And the silly man did NOT have a pen!  The ladies behind us asked if we had one. When I pulled out my assortment of sharpies (three: black, silver and bronze!) I ALWAYS have on me, they laughed so hard.  Hey, you can never be prepared enough - as that night taught us!!! Once again, we only asked for pics, and praised him, told him how fab he was, and that we booked a Monday just for him,, which made him laugh. “Heard of me, did ya?” he said, cheeky bugger. But yeah, we did. So we got another really tight pic - that cast is so touchy feely, I swear! I love them all to pieces!!! SO SWEET!  He chatted a bit before moving along.  We waited a bit longer but that was it so we reluctantly left towards ‘home’. (Once again, it was LATE!) 

The next morning we got up early to have one last walk around, and London was gracious and got out the sun and basically summer weather!  We didn’t want to leave but sadly we had to.  So long, my beautiful! See you next year - in February, for sure. After that... well, that depends on how you get your shit sorted!  Once more, a fantastic time was had, with the best company I could’ve wished for! Thank you, S, I know why I love traveling with you - here’s to our next time!!!