#I was in this show in middle school and for some reason the music stuck in my brain

[100blueberries]

This is going to be VERY niche (and long) but like

I’ve been listening to the album for the stage musical version of Prince of Egypt and I keep thinking about it and then hearing Children of Eden songs in my head instead of the song I was thinking about, because they are VERY similar musically. The songs from the movie adapted for the stage do not remind me of Children of Eden.

(This is not a bash on Prince of Egypt OR Children of Eden OR Stephen Schwartz I am just Confused)

I know Stephen Schwartz wrote the music for Children of Eden and worked on the music for the Prince of Egypt musical, which explains a lot of the similarities, but did he work on the movie? If so, why do the songs from the movie not sound like his style? Did Hans Zimmer work on the music for the musical? If not, why not? He’s still alive and working. If so, why does it sound like Children of Eden?

And if it’s because of Stephen Schwartz, why did he choose that style? Because not all Stephen Schwartz musicals sound like that, Wicked is a very different sound, I haven’t listened to Pippin in a while but when I do I don’t confuse it for the other ones? My guess is that they’re both biblical? (I don’t know the music from Godspell well so idk if that music would also fit into this biblical musicals by Stephen Schwartz that kind of sound like each other thing)

Has anyone else noticed the similarities or is my brain just making random connections?

[taliesin-the-bored]

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Last song: At the moment, I have "Losing Your Memory" by Alan Star stuck in my head, which I suppose makes it my current song, not my last song. Hm. I get songs stuck in my head very easily, but the last one I had there for a significant amount of time was a mashup of different language versions of "Les Rois du Monde" for about a week. "Lehetsz Király", the Magyar version, is probably my favorite of them. It's worth a listen.

Currently watching: Normally, the answer would be "random mostly terrible old movies/shows" or "nothing much", but I currently have a hyperfixation on the musical Roméo et Juliette and have been watching it in multiple languages. (Thus, the song).

Three ships: This is hard. Maybe as a result of being on the ace and aro spectrums, I'm more likely to care about which characters are interacting than whether it's romantic or platonic. Here goes:

Kedivere/Bedikay. It can be romantic, platonic, or queerplatonic, but whichever way, I'm here for it. I probably spend too much time thinking about how in Cullwch and Olwen, when Cai gets mad at Arthur and marches out, Bedwyr stays behind, keeps acting like nothing's happened, and isn't the one to avenge Cai's death. The feeling of betrayal on both sides has a lot of unexplored potential. And the version where Bedivere dies and Kay fights to bring his body back safely while mortally wounded himself... And the version where Bedivere survives Camlann and Kay isn't said to fight in it, so they might be left together after their world has fallen apart...

Platonically or queerplatonically, Galahad and the Grail Heroine. I really like the tragic Grail Quest friendships, but I like theirs most, maybe because there's something weird and otherworldly about them both. I like it when characters are strange and endearing and doomed by the narrative.

Ever since reading John Matthews' retelling, which I read before the original, I've had a soft spot for Caradoc and Guinier. The Story of Caradoc is very disturbing, and I have some major qualms with Caradoc over a detail Matthews cut out, but all the same, there's a reason these two have the best track record with magical fidelity tests. Each of them would go to the ends of the earth for the other, and together, they're stronger than any curse.

Favorite Color: Blue, particularly royal blue and some teals.

Currently consuming: Black licorice with chocolate.

First ship: This is a hard one, since through elementary and most of middle school, I tended to go along with whatever I thought the author's intentions were and was more likely to unship something. The first non-endgame ship I got invested in was Sonya/Nikolai in War and Peace. I didn't like Nikolai, but Sonya did, and she was my favorite character, so I wanted her to be happy. The first non-canon couple I thought was meant to be together was also in War and Peace: Marya Bolkonskaya and Julie Karagina. My eighth grade self did not think their letters could be interpreted platonically. I still don't.

Last movie: If the musical doesn't count, the last movie I watched was Quest for Camelot, which was awful. Though not Robot Monster-level bad, Robot Monster has an elegance to its simplicity which Quest for Camelot lacks.

Currently working on: Various fics, most of them Arthuriana or CotRK-related (I am woefully behind on the Badfic Bingo), and (theoretically) an epic-style poem, though I haven't gotten much of it written for quite a while now.

Tagging: @gawrkin, @emperorcandy, @wildbasil, @gorewound, @knightsofsomethingorother, @ladyminaofcamelot, @tasosotaso, @amashelle, @gingersnaptaff (I have no idea who's been tagged so far, apart from the people on @oneshoulderangel's post, so I apologize for any multi-tags)

[snailmail444]

Can I get a headcanon of the bachelors and how they'd be sexy with you when you're down? Like, if they're trying to cheer you up and be a little goofy with it but also tryna HIT. THAT. 🤣🤣🤣

Thanks Snail, ILU.

Bachelors Goofing Their way Into Your Pants

18+ 🌱 MDNI 🌱 NSFW (-ish)

This one was a tough ask Libby but I’ll do nothing if not stand and deliver 🫡 Honestly might be my favorite head cannon list for the bachelors I’ve ever done so THANK YOU for this prompt icon. NSFW? -ish under the cut (lewd?? Idk lol)

Harvey-

💚 Perhaps the goofiest about this

💚 He would not try to come onto you when you’re down unless he KNOWS it’s going to pick you up

💚 So once he’s confident let’s start there

💚 It’s a song and dance

💚 Dissappears, and when he’s back he’s got his med kit

💚 He gets out the stethoscope and all. The whole nine yards.

💚 That’s right folks. We’re paging Dr. Love

💚 Will NOT let you stop this routine. Dr. Love WILL be completing the full assessment. Listening to your heart rate, checking your throat and ears, somehow always having to complete a chest exam

💚 (M or F he will be groping your tits for this one)

💚 The diagnosis is in

💚 There’s Only One Cure for What Ails You

💚 You guessed it! You need a little lovin’ (Dr. Love’s catchphrase)

💚 Important note: Dr. Love is not a licensed medical practitioner

💚 This works a little too well perhaps. He’s so confident for no reason at all LMAO

💚 Lowkey want to write a Dr. Love oneshot now because this is really fun and cute

Elliott-

❤️ If you’re feeling down man will preform the absolute worst ad lib poetry

❤️ Silliest lymrics you’ve ever heard

❤️ Dumb dumb dummmmmb

❤️ Very dirty and stupid bad poems about you

❤️ Specifically about his favorite parts of your body

❤️ Or his favorite things you do during sex

❤️ The worse it is, the better as far as he is concerned

❤️ Raunchy dirty filthy

❤️ But like. In the most grade school mother goose style he can manage

❤️ No flowery language here

❤️ Takes off your clothes to expose the parts of you the he’s referring to

❤️ When you do x thing (then tries to make you do x thing)

❤️ Will be proving his point. Period!!!

Alex-

🤎 Physical touch legend

🤎 Wrestles

🤎 Winner gets whatever they want from the loser

🤎 Has a wrestling name and all

🤎 Does the John Cena theme

🤎 His hands end up in all sorts of places that they don’t need to be

🤎 Most wrestlers aren’t grabbing ass 🤨

🤎 Gets you in some really tight, close pins, but somehow you end up winning anyway

🤎 No I didn’t let you win don’t be ridiculous I respect the sport too much to ever—

🤎 He let you win

🤎 You can take your prize now 😌 Whatever you want 😌

🤎 And if his hard on is pressing against you? Well. Maybe he has some ideas about what your prize should be

Shane-

💙 Gets you through the hard stuff first, so once you’re on the mend he’s goofing to the max

💙 KING FLEXER!

💙 Aw babe come on? How can you be so sad when you have these guns to look at?

💙 Runs through a series of absurd poses to show off his muscly farm boy arms

💙 Lays it on really thick about being a stud

💙 “No matter what at the end of the day you have a trophy husband” (even if he’s not married to you. ESPECIALLY if he’s not married to you)

💙 STRIP! TEASE!!

💙 Showing off everything you’re so lucky to have with a big goofy grin on his face

💙 Throwing his clothes across the room and everything

💙 Making the music sounds with his mouth

💙 You HAVE to whistle or hoot at him or clap or something

💙 He demands applause from his audience if he’s not getting some singles at least

Sam-

🩷 Another song and dancer

🩷 This man was born for the stage I fear

🩷 Genuinely and truly putting on a SHOW about it all

🩷 The drama of it. Uh oh, he’s compromised!

🩷 Will end up ‘stuck’ under the couch or table or anywhere else

🩷 Uh oh! I hope nobody takes advantage of me 👀 When I’m so exposed 👀👀 and vulnerable 👀👀👀

🩷 The worst stage acting you’ve ever seen in your life

🩷 Starts stripping in the middle of the living room because he “didn’t see you there!”

🩷 Pretends to be scandalized when you finally succumb to his advances

🩷 What are you doing?! Huh? What do you MEAN I was coming on to you? I always take off all my clothes in the kitchen, that’s ritual

🩷 insists he’s been objectified and taken advantage of

🩷 That kind of turns him on though let’s be so fucking real

Sebastian-

🖤 Okay so we’re going blunt king here

🖤 Two possible options

🖤 Uses it as a way to hard reset the system mid breakdown

🖤 Full crying, upset, whatever, he’s been holding you and trying to calm you down but it’s not working

🖤 “Wanna have sex?”

🖤 DEADPANNNNNN delivery

🖤 It never fails. Tried and true

🖤 Option two?

🖤 This is ONLY if mans is super comfortable in your dynamic

🖤 A classic

🖤 Whips it out

🖤 Thinking about that one tweet of the boyfriend who was in the mood and just put his dick on her shoulder while she was watching tv

🖤 Like that but buried under sixteen levels of irony

🖤 “I know what’ll help” and then he pulls his dick out

🖤 Probably the least likely to actually hit with these methods

🖤 However, he’s maybe the most likely to help improve your mood substantially

🖤 Through sheer presentation if nothing else. Man can deliver, and knows when to hit with the absurd to make it the most impactful

[jihyoruri]

wow!ym fun facts PLEASE I MISS MY GIRLFRIEND

★WOW!YN FUN FACTS

wow!yn, is an ex yg trainee and was supposed to be in babymonster

wow!yn, is a vocalist and has a very soft singing voice which is a complete contrast to her natural speaking voice which is on the deeper side

wow!yn, has the biggest obsession with stars which is why wonyoung calls yn her stargirl

wow!yn, is really close friends with giselle, keeho and yunjin

wow!yn, is a brand ambassador for vivienne westwood and ck

wow!yn, has about six tattoos (including a big one on her back) and a belly piercing

wow!yn, has a big playgirl reputation in the industry

wow!yn, has a little sister apart of new jeans (nwjns!yn)

wow!yn, is a introvert

wow!yn, is a 02

wow!yn, when ive first debuted wow!yn was known as the cute girl with the bow

wow!yn, has had a lot of flings but she has had only had four girlfriends (yuna, haewon, isa and winter)

wow!yn, was a fan of iz*one and her bias was chaewon

wow!yn, written a couple songs for other artists such as wicked love by yena

wow!yn, is known for having crazy fangirls who make up half of the fandom and are crazy involved in sales and views and votes for music shows

wow!yn, is known as the nation’s sweetheart (when she is little anything but that)

wow!yn, is known for her cover of 10 minutes by hyori

wow!yn, is literally the queen of fan service if there’s one thing she knows how to do it’s fill her fans delusions

wow!yn, has a sick look to her like she’s ill but for some reason people like it

wow!yn, is probably the most trustworthy person ever but it never looks like that from the outside

wow!yn, and wonyoung like to walk in the rain with no jackets or umbrellas when the weather is nice, its been a tradition for them since ive summer

wow!yn, had been close friends with yujin for a couple of years before debut

wow!yn, met wonyoung through yujin and the wony ended up taking a huge liking towards yn and convinced her to leave yg and move to starship and she’ll guarantee that they’ll be in a group together (yn ended up training at starship for year before debut during iz*ones last year as a group)

wow!yn, has star tattoo on her neck that she let rei do on her when they were trainees

wow!yn, has a lock necklace from rei that she never takes off

wow!yn, and lesseo fight like siblings to the point that people question if they really like each other (they love each other)

wow!yn, loves to make yujin her target when it comes to teasing

wow!yn, doesn’t like crying and has only cried around two of her members liz and wony and her closest friend giselle

wow!yn, likes to go on late night walks alone but wony never lets her go on her own and always ends up walking with her

wow!yn, is the biggest goof unintentionally and always has her members dying of laughter

wow!yn, has the biggest middle school boy humour which is why she’s the top favourite for the younger boy dives because they connect with her the most (one of them told her a your mom joke at a fansign and had yn laughing for a good five mins)

wow!yn, isn’t a bad girlfriend in the many relationships/flings that she has she treats them like royalty which is why they’re always so stuck on her even after she breaks up with them BUT don’t underestimate her because many times after yn finds out how bad her members and even one of her friends ex partners treated them she will go out of her way to get with them and then treat them like actual shit in the relationship maybe even worse then they treated her members/friends (she’ll become the most toxic person to exist)

wow!yn, gets easily flustered by her member wonyoung who takes pride in that since no one ever flusters yn

wow!yn, can play the electric guitar really well

wow!yn, is a comic nerd and has a whole marvel collection even with one signed

[louloulover]

─ ⊹ ⊱ 𝓕𝓪𝓶𝓮 𝓓𝓻 ⊰ ⊹ ─

≫ʜᴇ ʜᴀꜱ ᴘʟᴀʏᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇꜱ, ꜱʜᴏᴡꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴜɴᴡᴀʏ

-Movies, Shows, and more are watched everyday. But what if you were the center of that attention? let's make that happen.

-I seem to have a large amount of Fame Dr's, But this is one I always come back too.

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:⠀ *⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆

.｡.✧〖 𝓑𝓻𝓾𝓽𝓾𝓼 𝓡𝓾𝓷𝓮 ✘ 𝓗𝓮/𝓗𝓲𝓶〗✧. ┊ 

★Info about him - He goes by Rune, as he was called that during his childhood because his brother's name was close to his so it was just easier for people to just say Rune. He is used to the name, but he prefers people who are close to him to call him Brutus when he got older.

★Important - He has Poliosis. Mainly on the front of his black hair. Part of his right eyebrow, right eyelashes, even part of his mustache if he grows it out.

★Body - Muscular, same height

★Features - Black hair, Hazel eyes (light), sharp canines

★Career - Brutus tends to do musicals/plays or model since he was young, Until he found a script he was intrigued by. The Shows name is "Master of the air" it was his first time acting in front of Cameras and filming for months. After filming the long show his friend Austin gave Brutus a script, again he liked what he saw so he filmed in a movie. Murder mystery starred in the early 1800's. Him playing the other lead along side Austin. It is his first time playing the "bad guy". He also posts small vlog videos, mostly for aesthetic but people love it.

↶*ೃ✧˚. ❃ ↷ ˊ-

｡･ﾟﾟ･〖𝓐𝓾𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓷 𝓑𝓾𝓽𝓵𝓮𝓻 ✶ 𝓐𝓬𝓽𝓸𝓻〗 ･ﾟﾟ･｡

★Info about him - He is a old soul. He loves to cook and give time to his loved ones. He finds small hobbies he always wanted to do and goes for it. Austin and Rune are very close friends, the chemistry between them is crazy. Austin likes eye contact, he tends to always lock eyes with Rune even if others speak.

★Important - He still plays in the Dune 2 movie (Feyd is so hot). But I changed a few things. Also he has not had a girlfriend since the Elvis movie.

★Body - Muscular, same height

★Features - Blue eyed Blonde, tends to have facial hair

★Media - Playing in "masters of the air" gave him close friends Austin Butler and Callum Turner who will always be in his life. Once they made the movie it was a hit, a little bit to much in some peoples opinions as it grew popular for the ''friendship'' between Austin's character and Rune's. The two character's were shipped so hard, fanfics, edits and everything spread across all platforms. The two characters originally had no romance other then friendship, but the way Rune and Austin acted the characters just them staring at each other had such emotion. But that's because Rune has a massive crush on the other star. 💫

*ੈ✩‧₊˚★FRIENDS

Mel - My bff in every reality, He is a comedian who is often here for the ride.

Dylan O'Brien - close friends since middle school, and has been friends since then.

Brittany Broski - Like come on I love her, also I want to be on Royal Court.

Timothée Chalamet - brother like relationship weirdly, we just met one day and he stuck to me for some reason. People joke saying we look like brothers so he just tends to call me brother. we are both French/American.

Others to be added because I can't think right now,,

[whoisshel]

Stuck on You

Honey was given the nickname for a reason; she’s sweet and sticky like honey. Memories of her will stick with you forever, and after meeting her, you’ll want to stick by her side. Most people know her by Honey more than they do her own name. The whole town of Hawkins was surprised when they learned who she allowed to stick by her at all times.

If there was ever a person to be considered an opposite of Honey, it was Eddie “The Freak” Munson. Eddie wore black and leather while Honey wore white and soft cotton. Eddie lived in a one-bedroom trailer with his Uncle, Honey grew up with both her parents and was surrounded by siblings in the house neighboring the Harrington’s. Eddie couldn't care less about the number of eyes that fell on him for being loud and different than everyone else in town, and Honey tried to shield herself from the eyes that peered at her being the town's sweetheart.

Yet, besides those differences, and more, the two found each other and haven’t left that feeling behind. Eddie and Honey started dating during Eddie’s second senior year and Honey’s first. They both knew of each other, of course, from being Hawkins’ freak and sweetheart. They officially met in their English class when Honey noticed Eddie looking confused while reading Catcher in the Rye, so she went over to see if she could be of any help.

“Hi,” Hones shyly said standing over the desk he sat at, “I saw that you seemed confused by the book, and was wondering if you’d like some help. Catcher in the Rye is one of my favorite books, I’ve read it like a million times.”

Eddie just stared at Honey as she rambled on. He took in her shy appearance as she swayed nervously with her hands linked behind her back. Eddie was mostly surprised that a girl who was dressed in a white sweater and short plaid skirt would willingly want to help him, not to mention this girl was loved by everyone in town.

“Yeah, yeah,” Eddie finally sputtered out, “I would love your help.”

Not long after that, the two began to date, and the town erupted. Everyone talked about how surprised they were about the two teens dating. No one’s opinion was split though, it was probably the first the town could agree on something, Honey was too good for that “Freak.”

The town didn’t care to get to know Honey, because if they did they’d see that she’s not that different from Eddie.

Honey loves Rock music, what else is going to tune her parents’ shouting. She also enjoyed reading The Hobbit, she and Eddie loved reading The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings series over and over again together. While Honey didn’t know anything about Dungeons and Dragons before Eddie, she loved to listen to him talk about it and watch him play. Maybe she loved it because he loved it and would enthusiastically talk about it, or maybe because the game was actually fun.

The Dungeons and Dragons club members were very surprised when Honey showed up to one of the meetings. They heard the rumors but didn't believe them until the day they showed up to what was supposed to be a regular meeting but there Honey was all smiles and sitting comfortably on Eddie’s lap. The members were also surprised by how much patience Eddie had when teaching Honey the game. Usually, Eddie hated newbies that knew nothing, trying to play but when it came to Honey he was calm and collected, helping her every step of the way.

“Hey Eddie,” Honey unknowingly interrupted Eddie in the middle of telling another member his damage.

While everyone else froze, Eddie turned to Honey with the gentle list smile, “Yeah, babe?”

“Can you explain her powers to me again?”

Everyone assumed Eddie and Honey wouldn’t last longer than two months, but they were so wrong.

They’ve been together for three years now, Honey has graduated and is now a Junior in college while Eddie took another year to graduate High School where he met all their new friends. Eddie now works as a mechanic at a shop near Honey’s school. The two had even saved up enough money to move into an apartment and seemed like they weren’t going to be breaking up any time soon.

Honey and Eddie were happy that their place would give them space from the talk in their town but not too much that they couldn’t see friends or family. They would make the trip to visit Wayne and Honey’s siblings when they had time and would occasionally visit friends but most of the time they prioritized family. Their friends would visit them so much that they never needed to worry; especially when it came to Dustin, Steve, and Robin. Dustin practically lived with them from how often he would visit, and now that it’s his Junior year of High School all he can talk about is that once he graduated, he wants to go to the same college as Honey so they always be together.

“And then, I can get an apartment in the same building as yours so we can visit each other every day!” Dustin enthusiastically ranted.

Eddie looked over at Honey with wide eyes, while she just continued smiling. Eddie turned back to give Dustin a strained smile along with a nod, “That sounds great.”

The sarcasm was dripping off of Eddie’s extended “great” but that just went past Dustin as he continued with his plan.

“Oh, oh, even better idea. We should all move in together.”

It actually wasn’t too long after this conversation that three familiar faces became their neighbor six doors down.

Robin did attend the same college as Honey, and at first, she was just commuting but she wanted to live a shorter distance away. Robin and Vickie started looking for close apartments when Honey told her about a place that opened up in her building. One problem was that the place was a bit out of their price range and a two-bedroom. The place was really nice though and in walking distance to school so they wouldn’t have to pay for the parking pass. That’s when the third familiar face named Steve Harrington joined and now Honey and Eddie lived next to their friends.

Maybe living next to Dustin wouldn’t be so bad. Wrong!

In the morning, everyone stayed in their own apartments, giving Eddie and Honey time to enjoy each other's company. Every morning was pretty much the same for them. Honey was a big morning person, she loved to sit on the couch, placed perfectly near a window so she could watch the sun change from dark blue to orange to pink while she sipped on her Earl Grey Tea in her favorite Golden Girls mug. This gave Eddie time to sleep in because once the sun was shining Honey had nothing else to do but get Eddie up.

Eddie was not a morning person like his girlfriend but he couldn’t afford staying in bed; literally. Eddie had to be at work by nine a.m. which was luckier than the opener. Getting up at seven was made easier by the beautiful sight he saw every morning and the coffee that came with it.

Eddie stirred at the light caress he felt on his cheek, and what sounded to be an angel calling his name, “Eddie, it’s time to get up.”

When he realized what he was hearing, he scrunched his face in protest keeping his eyes shut tight trying to bring his sleep back.

“Come on, Eddie,” Honey chuckled at the cute face he made, “I’ve already let you sleep in. You’ve got to get ready for work.”

Eddie ended his protest, opening his eyes. As soon as he saw his beautiful girlfriend, a soft smile made its way on his face and to his eyes, “Good morning, beautiful.”

“Good morning, handsome.” Honey still had a hand on his cheek, stroking a thumb across his cheekbone, “I brought your coffee.”

Eddie sat up, leaning against the wall their bed was against. He reached over to the bedside table and grabbed the mug filled with coffee, taking a small sip, His face filled with disgust, pushing the mug towards Honey, “Bleh, not sweet enough.”

Honey just rolled her eyes, trying to hide the smile creeping its way onto her face. Eddie made this joke every morning; and yet, Honey never grew tired of it. Neither did Eddie, seeing the same reluctant smile turn into one of joy. So Honey did what she does every morning, and stuck her finger into his coffee.

Taking the mug back, Eddie took another sip, “That’s better.”

The two have heard everything there could be said about how they would never make it and they were too different from each other. Even though Honey continued to dress in white sweaters and Eddie in his black leather vest, the two could never be more alike or in love.

Eddie knew that, and so did the small felt box he kept stashed away.

[friend-crow]

Hi Crow! Sorry for the late ask but I'm sending you 2 stories and they're both weird for different reasons. For some backstory, Weird Shit™ has been happening to me since I was ~4. Not regularly (and I don't have any conditions where hallucinations/delusions are symptoms) but every once in a while something weird and unexplainable happens. But because of that, I have a lot of weird stories. One of the entities/phenomena that has stuck around is that something moves and finds things for me occasionally. I think that this story is one of those times.

This story happened when I was in high school and tentatively getting into witchcraft. High school wasn't a great time for me and to cope with stress I would carry around some crystals with me as worry rocks. One day I was in my favorite teacher's trailer for class and fiddling with my only piece of angelite in the pocket of my hoodie. The class ends and I leave the trailer, before realizing my hoodie has a hole in the pocket and the angelite is gone! I rush back and look around with no success before running to my next class. At this point I was pretty bummed out because I knew that I was just not going to get that angelite back. One, that class trailer was a black hole in terms of lost stuff (in the 4 years I was there that trailer was only cleaned out and sorted through once at the end of my sophomore year and it was full of lost things) so I knew I was never going to be able to find a little blue rock in there. Two, my teacher kept his room fairly dark (lamps/fairy lights instead of the overhead lights) and anyone else could've pick up that angelite and just kept it. Tldr the angelite is gone and I'm never getting it back. So I went home and then over the next few days I was able to get a new angelite that is totally different than the one I had lost because what else was I going to do?

The following week comes and as I'm grabbing something from in my bedroom before I rush onto the bus for school, with the new angelite already in my bag, I see the angelite that I had lost sitting on my made bed. I lived in a 3rd story apartment miles away from my high school and had made my bed (and hadn't noticed the rock while making the bed). When I asked my mom she had no idea what I was talking about. Anyways, I just picked up the angelite, thanked whoever brought it back, and I've had it ever since. The picture below shows the angelite that came back circled in purple with the replacement piece. I still can't explain how I got it back.

This second story happened when I was living in a (now-demolished) house when I was in middle school. The house was in an area of woods that was just...odd (we had previously lived in a different part of those woods where I saw a shadow person for the first time). The house was this big, old three story house in the woods and was always kinda dark and sleepy. Some parts of the house felt like you shouldn't go into them or like they 'belonged' to someone else (specifically, the third floor felt like being stuck with a territorial dog if you were alone) and otherwise sort of felt (to me at least) like energies or spirits would pass through every so often. I had a fair amount of one-off or random odd occurrences happening there.

On this particular night, I was staying up late waiting for my mom to come back home from her job (she was working nights) and reading/listening to music in my room. I had heard what sounded like an adult man's footsteps coming down the hall to my room. My light was off but I could see into the hallway, so I sat up thinking my mom had gotten home and checking on me. I couldn't see anything so I laid back down and the footsteps started up again. This time I noticed that whatever was walking would take a few audible steps, pause as I looked into the hall or reacted, and then start back up again. The first few times I would look, but eventually whatever was walking got past all the other rooms in that half of the hall and got to my bedroom door and I still saw nothing. At this point I'm freaking out. Then the footsteps entered my room, made their way around my bed to the opposite side of the bed, and almost walked into the middle of it? Like if it was a person it would have been standing where the middle of my bed should be. Not wanting to find out if anything else was going to happen, I ran out of my room at that point and my poor parents had to deal with a terrified 12 yo at 1 in the morning. How fun for them :)

I hope these were weird/spooky enough for you Crow! Happy Halloween🎃

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Y/n Y/l/n-Han 💖: 03’ liner. Studying history at HYBE University. Has never dated anyone in her 20 years of life and is quite oblivious when it comes to anyone showing interest in her. She lives with her little brother all alone in Korea because her step mother (Yujin’s bio mom) left the family and her dad moved back to the States for better work to support their family now that he was left alone with two kids, doing his best to come home as often as possible for them.

Nakamura Kazuha 🦢: 03’ liner. Studying business and ballet at HYBE University. She’s a ballerina and has been since she could walk, she’s known as the mom of the friend group. Her and Chaeryeong are roommates in the university campus dorms. She’s really pretty and Minjeong tried to recruit her into her group of minions but she refused because she could see through their bullshit. Has a lot of secret admirers and just people in general who have a crush on her but she only sees one guy… Kang Taehyun.

Kai Kamal Huening 🐧: 02’ liner. Studying music at HYBE University. The gentlest of giants who loves collecting plushies but is a feral little beast when it comes to defending his friends. He’s Beomgyu’s roommate at the campus dorms and has known him since they were in middle school. He also can’t keep a job because he’s hella clumsy so he’s always broke and mooching off his friends, in exchange for his brain since he’s incredibly smart. By that I mean he does his friends homework in exchange for free food and them buying him things.

Kang Taehyun 🐿️: 02’ liner. Studying financing at HYBE University. Used to be apart of Minjeong’s inner circle but eventually grew tired of them and their negativity. Tried to peacefully leave the group but Minjeong wouldn’t allow him to go without a bang and did something really messed up to him, her and her other boy toys. After being exiled from that group he joined this one because despite being annoying he enjoys their company. He is a loyal and strong friend. Oh did I mention he’s a gym rat and is hot as hell? Also may or may not be a little bit in love with Y/n…

Choi Beomgyu 🐻: 01’ liner. Studying communications at HYBE University. Used to date a girl named Kim Minjeong who thinks she’s some sort of Queencard but in reality she’s just a mean girl stuck in high school. He’s recently been dumped and is a shell of who he used to be. Very much heartbroken and likes to drown himself in alcohol to heal his broken heart. He’s the definition of a green flag and the best boyfriend to ever exist but for some reason he keeps attracting girls who only want to use him. He’s also gone through another heartbreak of sorts because he found out his online bestie heedeungie aka Ethan/Evan is the guy his ex girlfriend started dating pretty much right after they broke up.

Lee Chaeryeong 🦊: 01’ liner. Studying history at HYBE University is a transfer student from JYP University. Is kind of aloof and blunt, a bit rough around the edges. Y/n’s number one best friend since they’ve known each other since grade school. Has crushes on nearly everyone/anyone including her friends at least for a couple days/weeks. Her latest crush is Choi Soobin even though he’s apart of Minjeong’s whipped goons.

Han-Y/l/n Yujin: 07’ liner. Currently a high school student in 10th grade and is apart of his school’s archery team. He’s an angsty teenager and acts like he’s grossed out by his sister Y/n and her affection but he loves it. He’s actually really protective of his sister even if he doesn’t want to let her know about that. He lives and breathes archery and much like his older sister has never dated anyone in all his life.

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[ghduck]

The Art of Shit Stirring: The Story of My Life

by Troglodyte

CHAPTER 3

It had been apperent that by second grade, there were a few concerns about my behavior; negatively speaking. Second grade had been an interesting ride I'll say. It was around this time that I had got a new music teacher.

Whos name was Mr. AdCOCK (Laugh all you want)

My new friends and I, as well as other students in my grade at that point would normally make fun of him for his bald spot, horrid singing voice, and his teeth, which were extremely yellow.

I don't care if he sees this writing someday. He can fucking kick it.

I had a massive obsession with video games around this age, usually gushing over Mario and Sonic games whenever I could. That's how I found my best friend at that point, who had the name of Knowledge.

There was also I girl in which we hated each other, and I would casually attempt to start a fight or argument with her for no reason. This happened almost every single day. Somehow my parents never got called over this, and I'm still in shock.

Anyway, our teacher at the time, is still one of my all time favorites, mostly because she got hilariously angry to the point of breaking her own possessions.

FUNNIEST. SHIT. EVER.

I believe the only real time I got in trouble in second grade, was when I said something inappropriate in the school bathroom (which I will not repeat). My teacher ended up calling my Dad over the situation, which I don't remember how it ended.

When third grade hit around, this is when I had my first "crush".

Oh christ.

At the time, I was in the third grade, while she was in the second. I recall getting playfully bullied for this interest, to the point of my cousin telling her herself. Later in the year, we became closer friends, but we were too young for relationship s anyway. I haven't seen her since 4th grade.

Throughout third grade, I also had many mental meltdowns, to the point of destroying school property (Which leads to question myself on having an anxiety disorder mostly later on in life). This was the last time my crying phase stopped, as well as temper tantrums.

My brother had revisited the popular game "Alien Hominid" on the Xbox 360 at this time. I remember being around 3 to 4 years old watching my brother play the bloodiest, most vulgar flash games on newgrounds.com, and alien Hominid was one of them. Although it was mildly gory, it was helly fun to come back too. Even nowadays, I still come back to this game.

That's how I aslo discovered the game Castle Crashers.

Third grade was also when I learned about sexual content on the internet. (We won't talk about that)

Then when fourth grade spun around, this was when I started switching classes. My math/science teacher was very cool though. She had a great sense of humor, and we often had a great relationship. It has become known to me that my behavioral issues also stopped in this grade.

During the middle of the year, I struggled with a few things mentally, constantly thinking I was a failure, due to me don't ng quite poorly in my grades. But, that got sorted out within a month. My friends at this time were very "show offy" I'll say. They often got in more trouble than I ever had at any time before hand.

Then things all went to shite months later.

When the month of March came around, BOOM. Pandemic takes a chokehold of our life's and we are all stuck at home.

Here are some artifacts from 2018-2020

[farenmaddox]

Ask game: I have been taggéd and must answer summons!

favourite color: various shades of green with not-incidental amounts of blue. like teal and sage and mint and such.

last song i listened to: hmmmm I was listening to my "why can't music be as good as it was in my early 20's" playlist yesterday and I think it was something by the Foo Fighters. I was at a party last night with music on but I didn't really pay attention to it and recognized only like 2 songs anyway. the kids these days, I tell you.

last film i watched: I am mostly watching tv shows recently and few movies. Last movie I watched for fun, I think was the Guy Ritchie "King Arthur" movie, because I was watching a couple of things in my Netflix queue before cancelling my Netflix subscription. I also watched "Zone of Interest" for academic reasons last week, which. huh. what do you even say about that film.

currently reading: I have been stuck at the halfway point in Notorious Sorceror for ages, even though I like it so far. It's giving me V.E. Schwab with a dash of Liveship Traders. I think I'm reading it so slowly because it actually requires my attention span and I'm in the middle of a school semester and don't have one. In the meantime, I've started and finished This Is How You Lose the Time War (oh my god?????) and started Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier.

currently craving: Oddly nothing. Will probably eat the last of the leftover potato salad soon though.

currently watching: I am in season 7 of Supernatural, season 7 of X-Files, season 7 of 9-1-1, and approximately 5 episodes behind on the current campaign of Critical Role. I neeeeeed to catch up on CritRole real bad because I already know what's going on in recent episodes and I need! To see! My boi! (I should probably also get farther in Supernatural since I am now apparently writing fanfic for it.)

coffee or tea: Coffee. Black, strong, scalding hot, thanks. Oh,wait, I just made some. Yum.

tagging: hmmmm it sure would be nice to get to know a few of my followers better and I am a big ol' fan of getting to talk to people about what they're reading/watching! no pressure whatsoever, but Imma tag @stars-that-are-born-and-then-die @kaze-no-tsubasa @assistant-blogkeeper @chocolate-smash and anybody else who feels like it!

[10hourshift]

Girl help the au is getting out of hand haha

Feel free 2 ignore this

For some reason I have spent quite some time doing some "world building" (if it can be called that) that I probably won't add in the comic, so, gonna dump it all here.

The school is not the best of all, not even by public school standards, if anything, the school is often a second choice, and most of those who enter there are mostly bc it has little requirements to get in, and is very lenient to special cases.

Some examples of these people would be Freddy (he enters after the classes started) Bon, Julian (both didn't enter the private school they were going to at the last minute, so they got "stuck" in that school, there's more to them later)

For the school itself, it's not that bad (there's a reason that many ppl prefer to go there as a second choice in comparison to other schools) the classes are fairly decent (though, some teachers are prone to not show up to class), and it has a bunch of academic and sports programs, even though it kinda lacks on the cultural aspect. Until a new benefactor steps in.

So, after Julian failed miserably during his entrance exams for the private school he was going into, his father got him into the school he is in now, and to "cover up" the incident his dad decided to become a benefactor of the school, and bc of that, now the school has more budget, with the condition of using it for the whole "art" section (idk how to call it). And out of the blue, the school now has an improved auditorium, a bunch of new material and instruments, and, of course, a variety of new activities for the students, starting with a brand new band contest where everyone can participate, who knows what might happen next, maybe there'll be an official school band, or a chorus or something, (this is all really just testing how the students might take the new situation)

**Julian exposition time again!. Let's go. He basically burned himself out for trying to study for the entrance exams, finish middle school, and all that. It was bad, like, forgetting weeks worth of studies the moment you start the exam bad, like staring at the questions for the whole 3ish hours of the test while none of the questions make sense bad, like, flunking so embarrassingly that it's basically a secret, to the point your dad makes up an elaborate plan to hide the true reason you're going to a certain school, and forces you to take a different path than the one he had already set up for you bc you couldn't keep up bad. Like, that bad. (Poor guy, every time I check on what his deal is, I add more to it. I'm sorry but I like it when the characters'actions are part of the setup of the story, idk how to explain but is Fun)

Now, onto the ppl behind the music contest.

Lana*- secretary- the one actually in charge of the contest

Vincent (yes, the waiter/presenter*) - intern teacher- the one who is supposed to do most of the work

Owynn- student 15 yr old- he helps out every now and then bc he has nothing better to do w no ulterior motives :)

Bon's dad*- music teacher (I'll get to that, hold on)- he has to set up practice sessions/ music classes for whoever enters the contest

[insert OC name here] (an oc wow)- student/intern 17 yr old- the one who ended up doing most of everything

*giving them roles bc I'm lazy 4 ocs, even [insert OC name] is almost the librarian, yeah he's another different character

The arrangement goes like this: Lana is the head of the project and the one who reports back to the boss (between the principal and Julian's dad idk). The planning of events, the coverage, and those administrative details get solved by Vincent, and Bon's dad is supposed to manage the music rooms and instruments, as well as make schedules for using those for practices. [Insert OC name] does most of the hard labor, checking registrations, putting up the signs, etc., since their job as an intern is basically to help w anything that needs to be done. And also basically doing all of Bon's dad responsibilities since he doesn't actually have the time to do his job as a teacher.

[chaotic-starlight24]

My Dear Dahlia Chapter 1

Summary: Just a little bit of background to Dally and her daily life.

This ain't my best work and the coming chapters will be better I promise :,)

Whenever Spot is rude to Race he don't really mean it, he's just acting tough

Newsies

Word Count: 2.5k (Long I know)

Warnings: Mentions of abuse but not much else

Characters mentioned are a mixture of all the newsies (musicals and movie) They also aren't completely accurate because most of them are built of headcanons and random info

Random: I'm not sure how popular this will be but I just draw and write stuff depending on how much inspiration I have

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The young girl sat sobbing on her bed. The academy was worse than anything she had ever experienced. She may have lived in a poor farm in the middle of nowhere, but at least she had a family! Now she was stuck in an itchy dress in a stuffy room with a bunch of other girls she barely knew. The only thing they shared was their hatred for this dismal place. If her parents were still alive, they would have never sent her here!

Her father wasn’t very kind to her brothers, but he had shown some care for her. While her mother tried her best though she wasn’t very sane. Now her brothers are somewhere on the streets and her mother and father were 6 feet under. Dahlia wished she was working some exciting job with other kids who actually liked her! Instead here she is, getting beat for things like eating porridge the wrong way and sleeping the wrong way! One day she was going to get out of the academy. Suddenly, a guardian came in. Dahlia quickly wiped her tears so she wouldn’t get beat for crying. The woman looked at the letter in her hand and looked back up at Dahlia.

“Your aunt and uncle have sent you a letter, child.” She told her, the women's expression completely dead.

They never did have expressions. Dahlia walked towards her with her head down. Then politely grabbed it and went back to her bed. The woman left and Dahlia tore open the letter. Maybe this was her ticket out!

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My dear Dahlia,

I’m still terribly sorry we could not get back to New York for your birthday! Me and your uncle miss you so very dearly. But your uncle could not get away from his work, Chicago is a busy city. He is also being asked to travel farther out west to set his businesses up there as well! We hope the city is treating you well, we shall return next year! Remember to not get mixed up with the dirty children of the streets, the academy treats you well so you don’t have to be like them. Your brothers did not get that same chance, all because of your parents. So remember it is because of us you get this great opportunity! We know you miss your family farm, but we hope the city treats you well. We hope your 12th birthday is a grand day!

With love,

Your Auntie Lisa and Uncle Ralph

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Dahlia, or how she liked to be called now Dally, chuckled at the letter. Then placed it under her pillow with the rest of the postcards. That was the only reason she kept the letter, for her collection. Her “so very loving” aunt and uncle had never returned for her. And it would be in vain anyways, at 16 she was living a much more exciting life. The academy may have given her a roof over her head and an education, but she was miserable there. It was basically the refuge, if the refuge had funding and a school mashed with it. Now she was going day to day, hawking papes and lighting shows. Which she much preferred. She escaped at the age of 13 and did several jobs. Working the docks and washing dishes was honest work, not what she wanted to do though. But at 14, she met the independent and strong boy, Spot Conlon. Now she was a newsie by day and a stagehand by night. And was pretty well-respected by Brooklyn newsies.

“Ey sleepin beauty! Best ya get outta bed!” A voice called, shaking her from her drowsiness. 

“I’m up, I’m up!”

Dally stretched out her arms and jumped out her bunk. Several fellow girls were standing by the door, already ready. She wondered how she had slept in! Dally quickly pulled on her shirt and high-waisted pants. One of the girls started making tick-tock noises. She tucked her wavy, dark brown hair into her cap, though messy strands were haphazardly sticking out, and out the doors she went! There Spot and a couple of the gang waved her over.

“We was worried youse weren’t eva gonna wake up!” Hotshot teased, placing his hand on her head.

Dally ruffled his hair in return and then took his hat, sprinting away as she did.

“Hey! Get ya butt back here!”

“Gotta catch me first!”

Spot sighed as the two ran off in childish glee. But didn’t stop them. Dally seemed to be able to remind people that they were still kids, which was something they definitely needed. But after a while of running, she was pulled back by the back of her shirt. She laughed expecting it to be Hotshot but instead she heard a familiar voice.

“Dahlia?”

She spun around, clenching the cap. Few called her by her given name.

“It-it’s you!” Her aunt gasped as their eyes met.

The man holding her arm must have been her uncle Ralph. Spot and the gang hung back a bit, ready to fight but letting her talk to them.

“Auntie Lisa?”

“Yes, yes it’s me.” Her aunt confirmed her eyes filled with confusion and some form of…disgust?

“When did you all come back…” Dally questioned, raising an eyebrow.

“A year or so ago, we thought you’d be at the academy! What did you do to your hair?!” Her aunt answered and reached for her cap.

Dally swatted her away, “Get away from me! You never cared where I was! You all just dumped me and left! Didn’t even try to find my brothers!”

“You’ve got scars all over you! And your hair, it’s a mess!”

Spot and the gang began to get closer.

“Dahlia! Get behind me, it’s those newsies!”

Dally rolled her eyes and stalked back over to the gang, “I’ve got a work day to get through, please leave me be!”

Her aunt and uncle sneered and took a couple steps back. Ritz looked the two up and down. The others joined in staring them down. Eventually her uncle began to walk off, but her aunt stayed. She reached out to Dally but quickly pulled back and straightened her posture.

“Nice to know you're so scared of me now that ya won’t even go near me,” Dally spat, “I don’t want to eva see youse again.”

Her aunt swallowed hard and walked back to her uncle. Dally sighed and walked ahead of the group.

Spot looked back at them and then caught up with her, “I’m sorry, but ya have brudders?!”

“Yes, haven’t seen them in forever, probably dead.” She answered with a bite.

Spot took another quick glance, “How did they even know youse was here?”

“I dunno, probably got tipped off by one of the teachers, maybe they want their money back from the time I spent…there.”

Spot let it go. He was one of the few who knew about her time at the academy. It may have not been as bad as the refuge, but it took a large mental toll on anyone who grew up there. Dally still slept perfectly uniformed, not able to sleep otherwise. The group reached the gate as the distributors opened it. That was one of the nice things about being a Brooklyn newsie, the goons wouldn’t mess with you. Dally looked up as the headline was swiped across the board.

“Trolley Strike Drags On For 3rd Week.”

Stray huffed and so did Ritz. Spot rolled his eyes. The writers needed to come up with something more creative! Maybe the newsies needed to start making the headlines. Dally still grabbed her stack of 50 papes and walked out. Then Spot stopped her.

“Youse is sellin at the sheepshead today, right?”

Dally nodded, a bit confused.

“There’s a ‘hattan newsie who keeps showin his face there, chase him off if ya can.”

“Alright, I can do that.”

The Sheepshead had some of the best foot traffic in the borough. They couldn’t have any Manhattan newsie stealing their sales! And it didn’t make it any better that the racetrack was especially full that day. She shoved her way through the crowds, shouting exaggerated titles while doing so. Also stopping a few women and talking about her dream of an education. She was making good sales! Until she reached the middle of the stands. Several men and women already had papes! And then she heard him.

“Extra Extra! Strikers beat to death! You heard it right here folks!”

Dally looked up and saw the boy. He was about her age, but his clothes made it clear he wasn’t from Brooklyn. With his hat clumsily placed on his blonde curls and buttoned shirt and vest. Most newsies from Brooklyn had a simple undershirt and suspenders. 

“Hey you! What are ya doin on Brooklyn terf?!” She yelled to him, hoisting herself onto his platform.

He glanced at her with a stupid grin, “Hey sweetheart! Just here to watch the horses and make my rent for tonight!”

“Don’t call me that.” she growled, “This isn’t ‘hattan, I suggest ya run back to Jacky before I soak ya!”

He held up his hands and stepped back… Onto the very firm floor of air. He let out a yelp and Dally quickly grabbed one of his hands before he tumbled off the back of the stands.

“Thanks, sweetie. Though moving a bit fast?” He smirked, raising his eyebrows. 

She began to loosen her grip on him and he quickly grabbed onto her waist.

“I think I’m still gonna drop ya.” 

“NO! I mean, uh…Please don’t?”

“Leave.” She demanded sternly.

He shrugged and began to walk towards the exit. Until he saw someone and swiftly turned back towards her.

“Hey, uh, Spot just walked past here, I don’t feel like gettin soaked…” He said sheepishly, “Would ya mind walking me to the bridge?”

Dally sighed but grabbed him by his shirt collar, “Fine. Let’s go.”

As they walked the crowded streets of the borough he enthusiastically rambled about the newsies in Manhattan and horses. Not that Dally was listening much. It sort of reminded her of herself before the academy. 

“Hey, I never caught ya name.” He suddenly asked.

She blew a hair out of her face, “Dally.”

“Nice ta meet ya! Name’s Racetrack!”

“Racetrack? Where’d ya get that name?”

“I’m really fast, and my whole thing with horse races.”

Dally nodded her head and kept on walking. She didn’t want him to turn the conversation to be about her. But it seemed her luck was down that day.

“So how’d you become a newsie? We don’t got many girls in Manhattan.”

“Escaped from the academy, worked a couple of jobs and then met Spot.”

“Huh, say youse is not a native New Yorker are ya?”

That made Dally stop and turn to look at him, “Um, yeah no I’m not. How could ya tell?”

He chuckled, “Well the fact youse said “yeah no” confirms that. Ya have an accent!”

“Says the New Yorker… I spent my childhood in Ohio, on a farm.”

“Youse a funny girl, ya know the Delanceys have a similar accent!”

Dally made a sound of acknowledgement. She was more surprised she had grown comfortable enough to drop her fake accent.

“Ah no, Spot Conlon is right over there!” Race squeaked, his eyes widening.

Dally looked over and sure enough he was. Spot was selling papes to a nicer gentleman and hadn’t noticed them yet. 

“If we just tell him I’m escorting ya he won’t give us no trouble!”

“I guess youse is right… But he’s still a little intimidating…”

“And where did ya learn that big word?” 

Race got ready to shoot back but Spot had finally turned their way. And he didn’t look happy.

“So what are ya doin up here, Dally?” Spot smiled, crossing his arms with feigned politeness.

“Just takin that ‘Hattan newsie you warned me about back to his terf.”

Race took his cigar out of his mouth with a dopey grin, “Wow Spot! Cared enough to warn her about me!”

He rolled his eyes and sighed, “I think I can take him from here, Dals. He’s caused ya enough trouble.”

Race’s face dropped. Dally understood why, Spot wasn’t exactly in a joyful mood right now. But Race quickly went back to his happy self.

“A personal escort, Spot? You must be in love!” 

Spot stalked forward a couple feet to wait for Race, who turned back to Dally.

“Thank ya, miss. It’s been a grand time with ya!” He winked and tipped his hat. 

Then he joined with Spot who started lecturing him. Dally was just happy she could be rid of him and get back to selling. But something about him stuck with her for the rest of the day. Not exactly in a lovey dovey sense, but man did Race have blue eyes! Something must have seemed off cause Hotshot started laughing at her while they were playing poker at the lodging house.

“Penny for ya thoughts?”

“Show me the penny and we’ll see.”

He rolled his eyes, “I heard ya met the ‘Hattan newsie at the track today~”

“Yeah, his name is Racetrack and he kept flirtin with me while I was takin him to the bridge. He’s charming, but he probably does that to everyone he meets.” 

“Gasp! The stone-cold Dally has admitted someone to be…Charming?!” Hotshot put a hand over his mouth.

“She finds who what?” Spot asked, sticking his head through the door.

“Spot! How long did it take ya to get him to the bridge?” Dally inquired.

“A couple hours, Race likes to talk so Ise ended up standing at the bridge for another hour before he left!”

Hotshot placed his hands under his chin, “Dear Dally just admitted to him being charmin!”

Dally placed her reddening face in her hands as Hotshot giggled like a small child.

“Ise didn’t mean it like that! I’m just sayin, he has…um…”

Hotshot snickered, “And now she’s at a loss for words!”

Spot gave her a look of disapproval and pulled out a chair.

“I’ve gotta say though, he has stamina.” Spot conceded, “It’s a 18 mile hike from the bridge to the races. And without the trolley workers…”

Hotshot and Dally mumbled sounds of agreement and once again focused hard on the game. The two revealed their hands, Dally flashing a royal flush.

“Guess I win!.” 

Hotshot threw his cards to the ground, “I’m neva playin with youse again!”

“And what’s the reason for the sudden tantrum?”

“I can neva read ya!”

Dally made a dramatic evil laugh and placed the cards together. Hotshot huffed and grabbed his off the ground.

“Ise is going to bed guys, try an get a early start.” Spot yawned.

Hotshot flopped face first on the table with a sigh, “mmkay…”

Dally shook her head with a smile, no one would ever think the Brooklyn newsies would be some of the most dramatic. Yet here they were. 

“I think I’m too tired to think straight…” Hotshot mused.

“Go on to bed then! It’s best if I sleep now too.”

Hotshot mhmmed and stumbled down the hallway. Dally climbed out of the window and made her way up the fire escape. This was the only somewhat peaceful place in Brooklyn. But she didn’t come out there to look at the stars, something about watching the nightlife was more soothing. She dozed off to the quiet hummm of the streets.

[inkois]

uh idk man i just really like Akito

WARNING: EVENT SPOILERS FOR THE SOUNDS OF A SUMMER FESTIVAL, FIND A WAY OUT, STRAY BAD DOG.

Elementary school Akito(SF!Akito), Pre-BAD DOGS Akito(PBDS!Akito), BAD DOGS Akito(BDS!Akito), and to some extent, early VBS Akito was such an anxious, insecure mess.

Well, current day Akito is still a mess, but less of one.

SF!Akito started the perfectionism issues that we see in him today. He played one soccer game, one that meant a great deal to him, and lost the game, despite how hard he worked. Now, that might not seem like a huge deal on the surface, but that game meant a huge deal to SF!Akito. He’d put in so much time and effort in order to win the game, only to get completely destroyed by the opposing team. The feeling of disappointment must have been immense for him, the ace of the team, the one that everyone’s supposed to rely on. And he failed them. He couldn’t pull out a win. This is where his perfectionism issues started(1).

When SF!Akito decided to dive headfirst into music, he had no support systems from anyone. His parents, from what we can tell, are absent from his life during middle school, not even showing up once in the event(The Sounds of a Summer Festival). Despite Ena pushing him into music, she had her own issues(cough cough her dad and entrance exams to art school) to deal with and it’s not her fault in the slightest(4). SF!Akito also cut off contact with Shota, his middle school soccer friend and only remeets him later on when he invites current day Akito to the summer festival event(2).

So without any support, he took on this new world he’d discovered, alone.

This is how we ended up with PBDS!Akito. An absolute mess of perfectionism and anxiety issues. He was without a support system who could only do his best to try and fit into a street culture he knows almost nothing about. He went in blindly, singing loudly and caring far too much about how he sounded. He needed to be good at what he was passionate about, so he stuck around for hours, practicing till his voice became hoarse and longer work(4).

PBDS!Akito was desperate to prove to himself that he was able to stick with something he was passionate about. This desperation in trying to prove himself would have him lashing out at anyone that questioned him(4). To the older musicians on the street, he came off as arrogant and disrespecting RAD WEEKEND(4). Ultimately, his refusal to back down(even though he knew he wasn’t prepared or experienced enough), his desperation to prove himself, and the older musicians’ pushing him around led to PBDS!Akito being humiliated at CRAWL GREEN(4).

After getting humiliated, he hated himself for not being good enough for the venue, even if he knew that he wasn’t experienced enough to perform there(5). He became so frustrated that all his efforts amounted to nothing, just like SF!Akito’s efforts did when he played soccer.

When Ken started a conversation with PBDS!Akito, he had been mentally preparing himself to be told to quit singing and quit trying.

“Junior High Akito: (If he tells me to quit singing like the others…Then, I…)”(5)

But Ken subverted his expectations and told him that hitting setbacks is okay, feeling frustration is okay, and being afraid of not being good enough is okay, and that he can break through that wall if they fight against their self doubt and continue on the best they can(5).

This was PBDS!Akito’s first time experiencing someone who supported him and the sole reason he continued singing. If Ken had said anything that discouraged PBDS!Akito, we would have ended up with a Niigo!Akito. Jokes aside, Akito would have probably given up his dream of surpassing RAD WEEKEND and ended up in that same directionless state he was in when he quit soccer. Because of the support of a single person, Akito fought past his insecurities and continues to sing.

PBDS!Akito continues to sing and meets Touya. His partner and his other major support system. We don’t have much information about their original partnership’s dynamics, growth, and progress, but I’ll work with what I can glean from their partnership with the statements from one of the NPC’s, Mita Koutaro, during the events of STRAY BAD DOG.

When they team up to form BAD DOGS, BDS!Akito is in awe of his partner’s musical abilities. Touya has a deep understanding of music theory, has perfect pitch, and a steady sense of pulse, which are all things that someone can’t gain in a short amount of time. Despite having a supporter in Touya and being close friends with him, BDS!Akito can’t help but compare his own abilities(and feel inferior!) to his partner’s. This, combined with people in the crowd claiming that BDS!Akito is piggybacking off his partner and not putting in work,(6) leads to BDS!Akito working even harder to make up for his lack of knowledge(5).

“Kotaro: He kept at it, even when you weren’t there. Day and night, regardless if he could physically sing.”(6)

“Kotaro: I couldn’t get much out of him, but I think he was trying to keep up with you…”(6)

Later on, BDS!Akito seemingly calmed down after seeing that Touya won’t leave him. This is implied by Koutaro’s statement of “I don’t know how to put it, but it’s like he’s his old self again, you know?”(6) and “You know?, when you guys just became the BAD DOGS? I mean seriously…”

Despite having a better support system(KEN and Touya supporting him!), early in their partnership, BDS!Akito was still insecure, anxious, and worried about his partner leaving him because of his lack of skill. So he worked himself to the point of exhaustion in order to prove to himself(and possibly to other musicians on the street) that he deserved a spot at Touya's side.

When Akito eventually meets VBS, he’s still reluctant to open up and accept their help, but his insecurities doesn’t truly show up until the events of STRAY BAD DOG, when we meet another NPC, Tono Arata, who points out that Akito is the weakest of the group. He winds up overworking himself in order to try and prove that he’s not the weak link and deserves a spot at VBS’s side. 

“I have to keep getting better, so please, I need some time alone…”(5)

At the end of the event, the rest of VBS shows up to help him in his battle against Arata. At this point Akito realizes that he now has people that will support him, no matter what. But the dynamic of him playing catchup and working so much harder to feel worthy to stand by his teammates’ side still remains(this includes his newest JP server focus event, even if that event is him growing past his insecurities). However, current day Akito has grown into someone who is far more grounded, more willing to accept help from others, and less worried about constantly proving himself.

 (and no I will not be talking about BURN MY SOUL in this essay, it’s too long as is, but lemme know if you want one bc i deff be very happy to ramble about my greatest kinnie)

SOURCES

- The Sounds of a Summer Festival Ch 1

- The Sounds of a Summer Festival Ch 2

- The Sounds of a Summer Festival Ch 4

- Find a Way Out Ch 5

- STRAY BAD DOG Ch 5

- STRAY BAD DOG Ch 6

[theydontknowabouthem]

hiii L here! (and yes i love the death note reference of it all it's fun. the fact that L was your first blorbo!!! amazing. i only read a few of them back in middle school but i remembering having the time of my life.)

i need more clues to guess where you're from pleaseeee. are you from a country which language is in your top five songs???? if so, oh boy. that would be entertaining for reasons i will explain then 😂 EDIT. ACTUALLY NOW THAT I'VE SEEN YOUR WHOLE SONGS SCREENSHOTS I'M GETTING FAR MORE SUSPICIOUS are u french or from a french speaking country👀

1b. my top fives artist are the 1975, sabrina, chappell, laufey and olivia rodrigo. i regret the mainstreamess of this but i must face the facts🫡 i listen mainly to songs in english, then spanish and french too, there might be the occasional german and arabic songs but unfortunately i am not much more varied than this. and yes my nationality is from one of those languages!

2. your spotify wrapped is rlly cool! i don't know some of those so i will have to listen to it. harry made it there!!! i gather from this that his music from all the boys is the one you like most but i must ask for the sake of it, are you a harry girl and if so, have you always been or has it changed over time?

3. also!!! stuck on the puzzle is one of my faves turner songs. / also i saw u had malamente in your top so PLEASE if you haven't yet listen to despecha by rosalia cus i have been sooo obsessed with it those past few months.

4. so how was your day today? mine was much better than yesterday! thank you for the virtual love and hot chocolate especially it's v me-core🥹 which shows are you rewatching at the moment? and what is your timezone.... asking for science not at all for clues nationality-related,,🙏

lots of love!!! xxxx

hi L!!!

omg, loving death note was such a big part of my identity when i was younger—i’m so glad you’ve enjoyed it too! i reread the manga this summer (i still cry every time l is killed).

1.about the clues—yes, my language is in the top five, and "i will explain then"?? the suspense!!! that’s so diabolical of you! i need answers!! i need to know!! no, i’m not from a french-speaking country, but french is quite common here. yay, you’re picking up the right clues!! i’m cheering for you!!

1b. that’s cool!! we also love pop in this house!! i know three of your top five: the 1975, sabrina, and olivia, but i don’t think i’ve listened to their songs—maybe the 1975, but i can’t tell. if i’ve heard the others, i must not have recognised them. (i don’t live under a rock; i’m just not active on social media… okay, maybe i live under a digital rock). also, mainstream or not, if it’s good, it’s good!! xd can you recommend some of your favourite songs by the 1975?? i’d love to get into them; i saw they’re pop rock, and i like this genre!! the clues are not clueing—i can’t tell!! starting with the negative: i think you’re not from an english-speaking country. "the occasional german" is throwing me off more than arabic. i think you live in either europe (most likely) or latin america (keeping my options open).

2. thanks!! <3 about the boys: it changes each year for me, music-wise. louis used to be in my top five a lot, and songs from icarus falls and flicker always made it into my wrapped. that’s just for their music, though. i’ve been a louis girl since day one, and that hasn’t changed!! zayn was the runner-up. what about you?? did your fave change, and if so, why??

3. it's such a good song, isnt it?! that submarine ep owns my heart! and rosalia is my wifey!! i love her!! of course, i’ve heard it—it’s amazing and so fun!! it always cheers me up!!

4. i’m glad you’ve had a good day and liked my special hot chocolate!! i’m a bit under the weather, so i’ve started rewatching hannibal—one of my favourite series ever!! what’s yours?? and how’s your day going?? and cos i never say no to science: it’s +1GMT.

much love!! xx

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In order to not give it away since any of the bands that might be all-time favorites would probably be a blaring spotlight. I am going to go with a band that I have gone back to over and over again throughout my life.

KIX!

I think the first song I heard from them is Midnite Dynamite when I was in elementary school. I remember hearing it on the radio late night in the car, falling asleep. I listened to them like crazy all through middle school and high school. Being someone with untreated depression most of my life the song "Don't Close Your Eyes" has always stuck with me. Not only is it a truly beautiful ballad, the song is literally about the guy rushing to a friend/girlfriend who called him in a panic. He is trying to keep her awake after she O.D.s on pills from the pressure and depression at home. The part where he desperately screams "WAKE UP! Don't go to sleep" in the song always gets me . Donnie Purnell (The bassist of Kix and the main songwriter on it) and Bob Halligan Jr have confirmed this meaning in a couple places... so does the music video. (If you go watch this video it does show the girl in it taking the pills, passing out, etc so trigger warning?)

What I really love about all their music, whether it is a ballad or a more sexual song, the emotions are high in their music. The sexual innuendo in their songs and the word play really makes me happy too. Also I think Steve Whiteman (the singer) and especially Brian Forsythe (the guitarist) are really hot. I had such a crush on Brian in high school. I also love their stage fashion. The tight pants, silk shirts, dress vests, torn denim jackets, and leather jackets are like my absolute fashion goals.. both as a teen and now.

Some of my favorite songs by them in no specific order:

Cold blood (Probably the one I listen to most now)

Blow my fuse (the one I listened to most as a teen)

Get it While It's Hot (or this one all the time)

Hot Wire

Tear Down the Walls (the vocals in this are beautiful)

Bump the La La

Dirty Boys

Cold Shower

Rock & Roll Overdose

Pants on Fire (Liar Liar)

Body Talk

They have been one of the bands I have loved, seen several times, and now.. sadly they are retired after 46 years which is amazing to have that kinda run.

Sorry this took a bit for me to think through. What band would you say fits for you as a band you always find yourself going back to over and over again?

-Jake

Oh yeah, Kix is a great band, excellent choice! As someone who's also had untreated depression practically their whole life, I also feel that way about Don't Close Your Eyes. That part gets me every time too. I've already seen the music video multiple times and it's never bothered me, but I appreciate you giving me the warning nonetheless.

I love that about their music too! I like a band that pours all their emotion into their songs, regardless of whether it's fast paced or not. And I'm a lesbian so I can't weigh in on whether they're hot but I will say that I love their hair and fashion lol.

Great song choices! My favorite by them is probably Midnite Dynamite, but I also like Cold Blood, Blow My Fuse and Scarlet Fever. It's cool that you got see them, and more than once at that!

You don't need to apologize, I understand! For me, a band that I always go back to over and over again is Skid Row (as you might be able to tell from my icon lol).

I was aware of a couple of their songs since my local rock stations play 18 And Life and I Remember You on a frequent basis, but during quarantine I decided to really get into them because a couple of my mutuals at the time were obsessed with them and for obvious reasons I was bored and wanted to get into some new bands. I think I spent the next few days just listening to their first two albums on repeat and laying there in awe at how amazing they sounded.

The song Quicksand Jesus really connected with me, and it's not only my favorite Skid Row song, it's one of my favorite songs ever. The guitars on that song are just so hypnotizing and I love the lyrics. While I know it's not the "real" meaning, I think it's about losing your faith in religion, which I absolutely have experience with. In A Darkened Room resonated with me too, and almost everything I said about Quicksand Jesus I can say about In A Darkened Room. Some of my other favorites include Into Another, The Threat, Forever, Psycho Love, Wasted Time and Midnight/Tornado.

I've always gone back to this band ever since discovering them, and I think a big part of that is because it's one of the very few bands my mom and I both love. To the point where we even named one of our cats Sebastian after Sebastian Bach lol.

Speaking of that, do you have any pets? Any pets you want?

[brooklyndadshow]

One step further for the white rabbit

I've gotten some reactions to the beginning of the white rabbit story from middle school so I thought I'd take one step further on at least writing the story. Not sure exactly where this will go - but let's go down the rabbit hole.

With my daughter going to middle school this fall it definitely has me thinking back on my own middle school experiences. Middle school was rough for me. I feel like I learned a bunch of life lessons that I've held on to, probably a few narratives that I should let go. It's funny how the mind works there are three mini stories from me starting middle school, two that stuck with me and one that I completely blocked out until my parents told me recently.

What I remember learning most is about popularity, cliques, and norms. I went to a small school and had been there for years so I had some middle school street cred. What I remember most is losing street cred for befriending kids that we're new and not in the in crowd. I remember saying the phase - "Why does Jamil think he can be friends with them and us? " I'm lucky - I have always have had the ability to fit in, but I hate that need for people who fit in to exclude others - with a passion. I've always believed in bringing people in - that in almost every situation, if people want to be part of the collective that is focused on common good and justice, we are stronger with every individual we can bring in - stronger in the sum of our parts. If I think back on my life, it's middle school where this part of myself developed and hardened in being a core part of who I am. Is it really this time, or more the collection of experiences - hard to say - and really does it matter - I know that's a core part of my personality.

The second story is the Alice in Wonderland musical. Frankly as awkward 10 and 11 year olds, the fact that we were in tights was a bigger deal than me being in white face. In fact, me being in white face was zero deal. It's just now looking back and telling other people and seeing their reactions, that I reflect on the dynamics of a white teacher putting a black child in white face - and I have pause.... I have this idea for a video sketch I might do for the show where I do this monologue or a promo for it while I paint my face white... I feel like it will make some people very uncomfortable and I like that... It's like an itch I want to scratch in my art - are you uncomfortable just reading about me slowly painting my face white? Instructed by an older white woman... why are you comfortable?

Also everyone should re-watch Bamboozled by Spike Lee.

I'm going to have paint my face a few times and remove the paint before I get to the bottom of the white rabbit rabbit hole...

Last story that I blocked out and had no memory of. The same teacher that put in me white face, also put me in the lower math class when I entered 5th grade. I was devasted. I had always been in the top level of math and all of a sudden I wasn't. My parents noticed that I was noticably upset. They inquired and discovered the reason. They went to the teacher to advocate for me and find out what was going on. Apparently there was no reason, I'd been put in the lower class and was moved back to be among my peers. I have zero recollection of any of this. I do remember always being in the highest math class, I do remember going on to Stuyvesant High School, the top math and science magnet school in New York City, I do remember scoring significantly scoring higher on my math SATs than my verbal SATs. I do remember going to Engineering school at Columbia and continuing to be in technology for the rest of my 25 year and going career...

So reflecting back on the white rabbit and his journey to this point.... What are my thoughts.... I remember singing "I'm late"... and having an awakening to my stage presence, my love of singing and performing - the memory itself is pure - later in life I begun to think of the minstrel show that black entertainers have to endure, wrote a show about it, still have more to say about it... Where does my original minstrel show performance fit into my journey? I think every person of color who entertains- especially with comedy - faces that moment. Are they laughing at me or with me? The disturbing truth is sometimes you never know. That's a creative minefield - am I the minstrel or the auteur... I guess I'm still figuring out. Guess it's time to go on Amazon and look for some white face paint.