#Lost Watch Theatre Company

[concreteangel92]

The Angel Of The Night

AU Noah Sebastian x female reader

18+

Warnings: smut, PiV, oral (female receiving) praise kink, slight obsessive/stalker elements (this is based off of the ghost of the opera house himself 🤣) talks of the death of loved ones, dark romance, I’m pretty sure that’s it

So this has been in the works since August when I watched the phantom of the opera in Greece on my first night there haha I’ve always loved this show (west end and film!) and I even have a tattoo dedicated to it so it was a no brainer to me that Noah would fit perfectly into this aesthetic!

The mask (especially the new one!!) the glove, his voice all mixed with an old theatre and gothic aesthetic and atmosphere? Hell fucking yes!!

Remember that this is an inspired fic so you’ll see familiar names, themes, etc but it’s not the actual whole story! But if you’re a fan of the soundtrack, you may recognise a few lyrics here and there 🤭

I hope you all enjoy it, it’s a long one so grab yourself a cuppa and I’ll see you on the next fic. Also please let me know your thoughts!! I’d love to know what you all think as this is definitely the longest I’ve ever spent writing one story haha let me know, you can always message me anonymously if you’re shy 🖤

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You’d been with your theatre company since you were a child, having lost your parents at a young age, the opera house is all you have ever really known.

You loved it here, the old theatre was your home. You knew every wing like the back of your hand, every creaky floorboard backstage, how the orchestra pit echoed when no one was in it, you knew the creepiest parts that no one like to venture into. You loved it all, it was your sanctuary.

There was something about the theatre that made you feel at peace, standing up on the stage in front of a huge audience, hearing their cheers and cries that made your heart swell. The heat of the spotlights, the magic you felt as you danced to beat of the live music, everything about it made you feel so alive.

The year was 1870 in Paris and you were currently playing the leading role in the current opera ‘Hannibal’

It was your debut as the leading lady and to say you were nervous was an understatement.

You walked quietly around the empty stalls of the theatre, taking in its musky smell, the beautiful architecture of the building and the huge crystal chandelier that hung high above your head. You ran your fingers across the old red velvet on the chair in front of you and sat yourself down in one of the seats near the pit.

The stage was empty but you could hear the hustle and bustle backstage of the cast and crew getting everything ready for opening night tonight, although there was still hours to go, there was still much more that needed to be set up.

You fiddled with your fingers nervously in your lap, taking a deep breath, you couldn’t help but speak aloud softly.

“Please….please let tonight go well”

You kept your eyes closed as you leant back in the chair, allowing a moment for yourself to process the evening that you knew lay ahead. You were certain you had been alone….until you heard his voice.

From high up above your head, in the gods, you heard his beautiful, ethereal voice humming down to you.

With a small gasp, you opened your eyes and looked up into darkness, and there amongst the ropes and pulleys of the backdrops and lights, you saw his silhouette and instantly a small smile appeared on your lips.

“There you are”

Your words were barely a whisper, your angel of music was right there with you. You should have known he wouldn’t be far away.

“Y/N what are you doing down there? You need to get ready for tonight!”

You tore your eyes away from your mysterious friend and saw your teacher/guardian Madame Giry standing in the wings on stage left.

“Yes Madame”

You casted up eyes up once more to the heavens to see that he was gone, like a ghost who was never there in the first place.

•••••

He was nicknamed the ‘Opera Ghost’

No one in the theatre ever questioned that box 5 was always left empty so no customer could use it, people ignored the eerie echoes of his angelic singing that seemed to come from no where all around the old building. No one had ever seen him fully, only catching glimpses of his shadow in the night.

No one, but you.

You were the only person to have had any interaction with the ghost. He had started visiting you when you were a child, you were 8 years old when your parents had met their tragic end and you were fated to the theatre. It wasn’t long after that you started to hear his voice in the night.

It started off with just singing, he comforted you when you were crying yourself to sleep, not having come to terms with the loss of your parents and the change that was about to happen within your life. You had felt so alone, you hardly knew anyone within the company, the only reason you came to be here was because Madame Giry was a close friend to your mother and she had agreed to take you in when they died.

But in those long, lonely first nights and weeks, his beautiful voice helped you drift off to sleep.

As the years went on, the beautiful voice became deeper and he started to talk to you quietly from within the walls, the mirror, you never knew exactly where he was but you always knew he was there.

In recent years, he had been singing your songs with you, helping you train your soprano skills, a patient teacher and a loyal companion is what you knew him to be.

Although you knew people had dubbed him the ‘opera ghost’ you felt that wasn’t a suitable title for this angelic creature so you called him your very own ‘angel of the night’ which was a nickname you often heard him whispering back to you.

Your angel wasn’t just a teacher to you anymore, he had become a friend. You told him all your hopes, dreams and your darkest fears. You’d talk to him until you heard the faint sound of the birds chirping and saw the first rays of the morning sun rising over the horizon through your window.

He would still sing you to sleep on the nights you struggled, when the past traumas returned in the forms of nightmares, he was always there to help take your fears away.

His voice was like nothing you had ever heard before. He sounded almost like a siren calling out to his awaiting victims and just like one, you felt the pull within your soul every time he called.

Tonight was the opening night, your big debut, but that wasn’t the only reason for your nerves. You knew he’d be there, watching from box 5, hidden within the shadows, but always there.

“Will he be impressed? Will I be everything he hoped for?”

These thoughts plagued your mind as you walked down the corridor, your heels clicking with every step, until you reached your dressing room/living quarters.

You wrapped your hand around the old doorknob and turned it so your door swung open with a creak.

In front of you was your dressing room, your bedroom was through the door at the back of the room, the walls were a beautiful shade of red, almost matching the seats in the theatre stalls out front. There were beautiful paintings in gold frames on the walls of your favourite artwork, a huge mirror that took up one wall, a rail of costumes and props lined another, you had your changing screen next to that and then you also had your beautiful make up vanity, surrounded by candles and all your make up and jewellery that was laid out for you on the counter.

But what caught your attention was the most beautiful bouquet of flowers, roses of the darkest red lay across your chair with a hand written piece of paper on top.

You walked over and picked up your present, inhaling their beautiful scent while you read the note.

‘To my beautiful angel’

You couldn’t stop the smile that spread across your face, you knew it was him, he had left you a good luck token in preparation for tonight.

You felt your nerve’s ease, you knew you could do this, as you knew your angel would be watching over you.

•••••

The sounds of a standing ovation, loud cheers and clapping filled your ears as you took your final bow, flowers of all kinds being thrown onto the stage around your feet.

The show had gone without a hitch, your solo performance had been an absolute triumph that brought the audience to their feet. Throughout the production you had tried glancing up at box 5, hoping to see a glimpse of him but of course, nothing. Just the sight of the curtains moving gently when it was take to take the bows, almost like they had been caught in the non existent breeze.

Your vision was blocked completely as the main house curtain fell to the stage, muffling out the sounds of the audience still cheering from the other side.

You felt yourself being embraced by your fellow cast and crew members, all congratulating you on your performance.

“That what incredible!”

“Bravo!”

“Y/N you were sensational!”

You felt your cheeks go warm at all the compliments, the adrenaline still fully pumping through your body as you tried to catch your breath.

You thanked everyone and helped pick up the flowers littered across the stage to take back to your dressing room.

“He was there, I know he was! I wonder if he liked it?”

You felt butterflies start in your stomach at the thought, you would never want to disappoint him, you craved to know how he felt. You couldn’t wait to get back to your room.

You once again gave everyone your thanks and made your leave, half jogging down the corridors behind the theatre.

Once you entered your room, you put down all your flowers, taking note of even more bouquets that had been sent here from different admirers that were now spread around and all the lanterns and candles were burning beautifully, giving the room a beautiful golden glow.

You walked behind your changing screen and started to remove your heavy dress, a costume you were relieved to be out of, finally feeling like you could breathe normally once the corset was gone. You settled for a simple white lace dress that fell to floor. You removed all the pins from your hair and allowed it to cascade down your back. You were about to remove the make up on your face when you heard a knock at your door.

You called out for them to enter and you looked up into your mirror and saw Madame Giry standing there with another body behind her.

“Sorry to disturb you Y/N but there is someone who would like to meet you?”

You turned around and glanced behind and saw a handsome young man standing almost nervously on the spot with his top hat in his hands. He had short dark hair, was an average height and was wearing a formal dinner suit fit for the theatre.

You nodded and Madame Giry stepped aside so he could walk forward.

“Miss Y/L/N, it’s a pleasure to meet you”

You smiled politely, stood and offered your hand for him to grasp in his own as he bowed his head gently.

“My name is Henry Edwards. Do excuse my intuition miss, I was just so captivated by your performance that I wanted to give my congratulations in person. I’ve actually seen many performances here at this theatre but tonight was by far the best I have ever seen”

You smiled wider at his words, his face definitely looking more familiar now that he’s mentioned he’d been here before. You’d often seen him admiring your dancing in previous productions.

“Thank you Mr Edwards, you are too kind”

“If I was to be so bold Miss Y/N, I would love to be able to discuss your performance further, perhaps over tea or a stroll around the park?”

You were taken back by his proposal, not used to men being so forward with you or even desiring you at all really.

“Oh erm…yes, I…I think that would be a lovely idea”

You panicked, you knew you weren’t particularly interested in the man in front of you but what harm was there to be courted for an afternoon.

Henry looked very pleased as he fumbled over a thank you, his next words were lost on you as you suddenly felt a presence within the room, the presence of someone who wasn’t happy at all.

You turned your head to the big mirror behind you and watched as a few of the near by candles flickered angrily before going out completely, leaving nothing but whips of smoke behind.

“Mine”

The word was whispered so low and dragged out that it almost sounded like the wind, but you knew better, the realisation sending chills down your spine.

You turned back and caught Madame Giry’s gaze, it was as shocked as your own, she knew.

“Well Mr Edwards, I’m sorry but that will be all for tonight, Miss Y/L/N is extremely tired and needs to rest her voice. Come back in a couple days to arrange this meeting?”

Madame had already started pulling gently on his arm and gesturing for him to leave, he looked baffled at first but soon composed himself.

“Oh erm…yes, yes, of course. Goodnight Miss Y/L/N and I’ll pop by in a few days?”

You nodded with a forced smile as you watched as he slipped his top hat back upon his head and walked out of the room, Madame Giry giving you one last look before shutting the door behind her, the sound echoing through the empty room.

But you knew you were far from alone.

You turned around to face the mirror, staring at your own reflection, the sound of his quiet humming started once more and you felt pulled towards the mirror.

Almost like you were in a trance, you stepped forward, your eyes glued to your own reflection until you noticed another pair of eyes staring back at you from over your shoulder.

You should have been afraid, you should have called out for help, but you didn’t.

Dark almond eyes gazed back into your own, his face becoming more clearer the closer you got. But it wasn’t his whole face you saw. It was covered by half of a white mask, almost like he was trying to hide his true identity.

You stood frozen in place as your angel came fully into view, it was like he’d appeared from the mirror itself, like he truly was a mystical creature from another world.

His song was hypnotising, the melody causing your head to feel so light and airy, like you were floating on a cloud.

You looked up in your dream like state to see him standing in front of you.

You reached your hand out without a thought and was met with a hard, firm chest, your angel was truly here.

Taking in his appearance, he was even more beautiful than you ever could have imagined. He was tall, extremely tall and towered over your small frame and was just as broad in his chest and back. You could see he had shiny, brown hair that was falling down to his neck, it looked so soft that you felt the urge to run your fingers through it.

Your angel was wearing a black suit with a long black cloak over the top and of course the half mask, you had never wanted to remove something so much in your life, his face was absolutely perfect, why would he hide? His eyes appeared darker now he was in front of you, he had the most intense stare that you’d ever seen, it was like he could see into your very soul and read your every thought.

The last thing you took note of was his tattoos that were peaking out over his collar and on his right hand, his other being covered with a black leather glove. It was unusual to see a man around these parts that had tattoos, you’d never seen any before.

He moved around your body slowly, his hands running up through the air next to your arms, not touching but still your skin felt like it had been set alight. As his hands came up near your face, he gestured for you to look ahead.

“Look at your face in the mirror, I am there inside. I am your angel of music”

You inhaled deeply as you took in the sight of him standing directly behind you, his whole presence was consuming you.

His face suddenly looked angry as he whispered his next words.

“Insolent boy. Does your young suitor really think that he can take what’s mine?”

You turned to face him, the thought of your angel being angry with you was too much to bare.

“Angel my soul is weak, forgive me! Yours is the only one that calls me”

He stood staring down into your eyes, like he was trying to find a lie but he would find none. You knew your heart belonged to him, it always had.

“Hide no longer from me”

Your words were hardly audible but you knew he’d heard. No words were given in return, all you could hear the was sounds of his beautiful song again as it’s filled your mind. He walked back around your body and backed himself up towards the mirror, that was when he held out his hand to you, you took it without hesitation.

Your head light as a feather, you followed him willingly, you hardly paid attention to where you were going or how you got there, all that mattered was that you were with him. His siren song never once stopping as you made your way down the dimly lit corridors heading down to the catacombs beneath the city.

The walls were lined with candles, all lit up, the air was damp and cold against your skin.

You couldn’t take your eyes off of him. Your beautiful angel in front of you, he could have been leading you to the pits of hell and you wouldn’t have cared. He kept looking back at you every so often, as if to make sure you hadn’t vanished.

Coming up to the waters edge, you noticed a small boat ready, he stepped into it first and one again extended his hand out, you took it and stepped into the boat after him.

The foggy feeling never left, you felt so free, so light, like nothing could touch you ever again. It was almost like you’d become a spirit of another realm, not of this earth but not quite moved onto the next.

You continued to listen to his voice, just as he always had done, he soothed away any of your fears. You took note of all the burning candles, the way the water lapped up the sides and casted a beautiful rippling reflection up on the walls.

As you rowed further into the catacombs, you saw your destination. This could only be his home.

It was breathtaking, even more candles lit the area and it was living space in the middle of the caves. Artwork, statues and musical instruments of all kinds surrounded you. And roses, dark red roses everywhere.

You closed your eyes as you felt the inner peace of contentment washed over you, you couldn’t describe it any other way, it was like you were in a dream.

The sound of his voice gently stopped as he got out of the boat and you stood to follow, allowing him to place his hands on your waist and lift you easily onto the floor.

You started to turn your head around to take in your surroundings but you felt his fingers grasp your chin gently but firm and pulled your face back to meet his.

You tilted your head and glanced down at his lips, wondering if he would lean down into you.

Gazing up into his face, you really took in his features, he was absolutely perfect. Your eyes wandered to the mask and your hand reached up slowly to push it off of him before you even truly thought of your actions.

Your hand was stopped by his gripping onto your wrist sharply and tightly, his eyes first the first time showing any sort of vulnerability as he shook his head slightly.

“Why do you hide from me angel?”

He brought your hand back down gently and took a deep breath.

“Because I would repulse you, you’d run from me”

You brought your free hand up and held onto his cheek, the pads of your fingers gently caressing his smooth skin.

“I could never, you’re my guide, my guardian…my friend”

His eyes soften at your words, you watched the candles fire reflecting and dancing deep within his irises as you waited for his response.

Your angel stood slightly straighter, he let go of your hand and he reached up until the base of the mask was between his fingertips. He hesitated for a moment before he ducked his head down and slid the mask off, his hair falling back into place as it was removed.

When he looked back up, the sight that greeted you was a shock. The whole right side of his face and into his scalp was burnt and had deep scaring. You would have believed it to be painful but it was clear to see that these were not fresh wounds.

You gasped quietly but you didn’t recoil. Instead you raised your hand and held the right side of his neck gently and leaned up and kissed his jagged skin softly, not missing the low moan it pulled from his throat as you did.

“Those that have seen your face draw back in fear. I do not”

“I do not frighten you little one?”

You shook your head and continued to gently stroke his scars.

“Never. Please tell me angel, do you have a name?”

“Noah”

His name left your lips in a whisper, your eyes half lidded as you looked up at him. It was a beautiful name that was well suited to the man before you.

His hand came up to brush your hair from your face, you couldn’t help but softy sing his own song back to him, not missing how his eyes darken.

“Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams”

Your eyes fell shut, the next feeling was his lips upon yours, gently moving with you.

It was electric, both of his hands came up to cradle your neck, holding close as he pressed his body into yours.

Pulling away, his hands slowly wandered down your body, your breathing was starting to quicken within your chest.

“Trust me?”

You nodded without hesitation, your eyes never leaving his. Noah then picked you up bridal style and carried you over to a huge king size bed that was covered in red sheets and was surrounded by a black lace canopy.

He set you down onto your feet and moved behind you to start undoing the ties on the back of your dress, letting his fingers trace the skin beneath as he did.

“Where does your soul long to be?”

You turned to face him, your dress loose over your shoulders.

“With you, I belong to you, I have always belonged to you”

He lowered his head down to you and once again captured your lips between his own, this time more passionate than before. Noah slipped his hands into the fabric at the top of your dress and continued to slide it off your shoulders as he moved his head down to start ghosting kisses along your collar bone.

You moved your hands into his hair and finally felt how soft it really was, it was like silk moving between your fingers.

You felt your dress starting to fall off of you, fully aware that your top half was completely bare underneath. You felt the material pool around your feet and his hands settled onto your hips as he continued to kiss and gently bite your skin, moving further down.

Your stomach was starting to tighten, the feeling that was washing over you was like nothing you’d ever felt before.

A soft moan escaped your lips as he started to moved his head lower and gently sucked one of your nipples into his mouth, feeling his warm tongue flicking over the harden bud while his hand came up to caress the other, rolling that nipple between his fingers.

You tried to hold back the noises that your body wanted to make, feeling self conscious of how you must have sounded, something Noah seemed to pick up on easily.

“Savour each sensation my little angel, let me hear you, let your darker side give in to me”

You watched as Noah stood tall and removed the cloak from his shoulders and his jacket and carelessly let them fall to the ground, he then moved you back until your legs hit the bed and he guided you down onto the plush mattress and your body sank into the pillows, his body following yours swiftly after.

You felt his hands running up your bare legs up to your underwear, toying with the waistband teasingly before pulling them off slowly, he was clearly savouring every noise or squirm your body was making under his touch.

“You’re mine my little angel, you belong to me”

You nodded, unable to form any words due to the feeling of him ghosting his lips across your inner thighs, spreading your legs apart slowly.

“Say it”

“I’ve always been yours Noah”

The sound of his name felt so right, he had always been there and you had always been his.

Noah used his hands to push your legs further apart, opening you up for him. A low groan came from deep within his chest as he leant down and licked one slow, long strip up your centre, the feeling sending shock waves through your body and your back to arch off the mattress.

You felt his fingers move to your outer lips to part them gently so he could flick his tongue inside, loving tasting you for the first time.

The sensations that were flooding your body was nothing short of pure ecstasy, Noah continued to eat you out slowly and let his thumb move upward so he could start rubbing firm circles against your clit.

“Oh my….Noah, please!”

You didn’t know what you were begging for, your body felt alive, your stomach was twisting beautifully and your hands found themselves running through his hair, pushing him closer into your centre.

The pleasure that you felt was overwhelming, your thighs were starting to shake, tears were forming in the corners of your eyes as you couldn’t stop the cries that left your mouth.

Noah didn’t stop, he moved his fingers faster and continued to devour you until your legs squeezed around his head and the breath was pulled from your lungs as your orgasm washed over you and you felt like you were floating and falling all at the same time.

Once you started to come back down, you saw that Noah had stripped himself of the rest of his clothes and was settling himself down in between your legs. The sight of how many tattoos he truly had was astonishing.

“I’ve waited so long to feel you around me my little dove”

Noah reached down and gripped himself and ran his head along your folds, your wetness gathering onto him, before he slowly pushed his hips forward, the feeling of him stretching you open was almost sinful.

Your head fell back into the pillows and his head fell into your neck as he growled from the feeling of you. Your hands came and found themselves wrapped around his arms as you adjusted to his size.

“You’re perfect…it’s like you were made for me”

Your cheeks became warm at his words, his praise making your core throb with need.

Noah started moving his hips against yours, it was a torturously slow and deep pace that caused you to feel every inch of him against your walls, your body instantly reacting to his movements.

“You feel incredible around me angel, fuck…you’re so fucking perfect. My perfect little angel”

You moaned loudly, his words mixed with his deep thrusts was intoxicating, your heart was swimming with so many emotions, you never wanted this moment to end.

You reached your hand up and placed it onto his scared skin, wanting to show him that he was beautiful in your eyes. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he started to thrust harder, a layer of sweat had now coated both of your bodies and the room echoed with the sounds of your cries and skin slapping onto skin.

“Noah…I..I feel…”

You couldn’t finish your words, you didn’t need to, Noah knew you were near your end. His hips moved faster, the motion pressing your body into the mattress as your nails dug into the skin on his back as your body wound itself up tighter.

“Cum for me, I want to feel you”

Noah’s own hips started to falter as your body was suddenly convulsing underneath his and you screamed out his name, you squeezed your eyes shut as you rode out the waves of your high, feeling Noah’s release deep inside of you as he groaned loudly into your shoulder.

You felt Noah kiss your skin softly as he slipped himself out, the loss leaving you feeling so empty. He brought you into his chest and wrapped his arms around you tightly as if he was frightened you’d leave.

“Stay with me?”

You looked up with a smile and kissed his lips.

“Forever”

Noah smiled back and he pulled the covers over your naked bodies and he started to hum his song once again, the song that you’d known since you were young.

It was beautiful, it was haunting but most of all, it was comforting. You snuggled into his side and allowed your angel of music to sing you into a beautiful, deep sleep.

[multifandomfanfic]

Meeting and Falling in Love with the Easy Company Boys (x f!reader)

A/N: These headcanons are my Secret Santa gift for the wonderful @hxad-ovxr-hxart (for @hbowardaily!'s yearly exchange)! I hope you enjoy them—this is the first thing I’ve ever made for Band of Brothers, despite being such a big fan. I had a lot of fun writing them! (BTW, I haven't watched BOB for a good six months, so I struggled a little with remembering what Talbert was like. I hope I did him justice.)

Characters: Joe Toye, Bull Randleman, Ronald Speirs, Joe Liebgott, Floyd Talbert

Joe Toye

This man is my short king (there is no way he is 5'10")

He may seem tough on the outside, especially toward his friends, but I know he would be the most caring person in the world to you. I mean, he broke out of the hospital in Bastogne to rejoin Easy Company–can you imagine what else he would do?

I figure you two would meet while he was in the hospital in Bastogne or after Market Garden. You would be doing your daily rounds, changing bandages and making beds when you come to him. He immediately thinks you’re the most beautiful girl he has ever seen, and thanks his lucky stars he ended up in your section.

He keeps requesting to see you, whether it’s under the guise of needing more medicine or needing someone to write his letters home for him (God, he thinks your handwriting is so pretty). It gets so tiring that your supervisor automatically sends you whenever he has an issue.

Of course, in an army hospital, there isn’t much Joe can do to try and be romantic, especially with a hundred other men needing your undivided attention. But he makes do with his pure charm and charisma, good looks, and maybe some candies he wrote home for. He makes sure to show you his brass knuckles and his plans to celebrate Joe Toye Day.

“Say, Y/N, when this war is over, how do you say we go out to dinner together? My treat.” Despite being bedridden, Joe’s affability shines through for you. You can’t help but laugh.

“Sure, Sergeant. I’d love to.”

As the war progresses and Joe goes back to active duty, you two exchange dozens and dozens of letters. They persist even as you’re both transferred to the most gruesome areas of the European theatre. He doesn’t sugarcoat it for you, but his stories of his friends and back home manage to light up your days. And he could say the same for the perfume and red lip-sticked kisses you leave on your letters.

He asks you to marry him in one letter (which he tried to keep hidden from the other men, until George found it and spread the news to all of Easy Company), and you immediately write back with a resounding YES!

Suddenly, though, the flow of letters to you goes cold. It isn’t until a few weeks later that his mother writes to you: Joe had lost his leg in Bastogne and was recovering in a hospital in Atlantic City. 

It was difficult getting through the latter months of the war knowing that an entire ocean separated you and Joe, but the letters and love continued. Once the war ended, you knew where you were going, and surprised him by his bedside in late May. 

“This is like déjà vu,” Joe chuckled, looking at you with all the adoration he could muster. The sun was setting over the New Jersey skyline, and the last of the hospital visitors were shuffling out into the night.

“Except you’re not leaving me this time,” you smiled, squeezing this hand, “And I’m not changing your sheets.”

Bull Randleman

BULL BULL BULL BULL (sang to the tune of “Bill Nye the Science Guy”)

I already know Bull is a big softie; I mean, not only does he look like he gives the best hugs on this here Earth, but we already know he is one of the best NCOs in Easy Company.

I think you two would meet prior to D-Day at Aldbourne. You’re a Donut Dolly helping the Red Cross lift the men’s spirits, and boy, do you certainly lift one paratrooper’s spirits. Bull comes back to your Clubmobile on a regular basis, sometimes multiple times a day, even if it is just to chat. 

Due to the Red Cross’ discouragement of Dollies having romantic relationships with servicemen, you can’t reciprocate the kind man’s feelings, despite how much you want to. However, it doesn’t go unnoticed that Bull gets his coffee and donuts for free whenever you’re working the station.

There’s an unmistakable tension in the air before D-Day, which inspires you to break the rules a little and accompany Bull to a local pub. Hours and a dozen endearing Southern phrases later, you are wrapped in his arms, dancing, as Glenn Miller plays on the jukebox. 

“Thank you for this, doll,” Bull said, as you swayed in the middle of the dark pub. Several other Americans were there, trying to drown their fear away. They were aware you were a dolly, forbidden from socializing with Bull in such a way, but they knew the gravity of the situation, and would never say a word.

“Don’t say that, Bull. We’ll see each other again.” 

A few days later, D-Day was in full swing, and the men you had spent the last months with were across the channel. However, you did not have to wait for Bull to come back for you, as you came to him. Within a week of the invasion, you and your clubmobile walked onto the Normandy beaches, footlocker in hand. 

You can not imagine the look of surprise and joy on Bull’s face when your truck joined Easy Company outside of Ste. Mere-Eglise; witnesses say it was the only time his cigar ever fell out of his mouth.

Everyone knew you had a thing for each other, but the rules were the rules, and they were enforceable now. So, you had to exchange letters and glances in private, with conversations and hand-holding reserved for when no one was around.

When VE and VJ Days were finally declared, it was like a load off your shoulders. Your first “official” dates together include swimming and walking in the Austrian mountains, and enjoying the left-behind alcohol and cigars. And let's not forget those hugs!

(A/N: Can you tell I've had a fixation on WWII Clubmobiles recently?)

Ronald Speirs

This man actually scares me, but that’s ok.

Speirs’ infatuation with you definitely comes from a place of respect. You work somewhere on the frontlines, whether it’s as a nurse, photographer, or another paratrooper in an alternate universe. While he may not vocalize it, he really admires your drive and bravery.

You two are acquaintances, having known each other since the early days of the Normandy invasion. You brush shoulders once in a while, but to your disappointment, nothing seems to develop between the two of you. His lingering glances go unnoticed.

He wouldn’t outright approach you. You would begin to notice small things added to your rucksack or station: chocolate, money, pawned jewelry, clothes–an entire set of fine china once appeared on top of your footlocker. You had no idea where it was coming from, and several attempts to find your secret admirer were to no avail. Whoever he was, you thought, he must be the most caring man in the world; who else would go out of their way to give gifts to a woman they barely know?

Someone would notice something, though. All the rumors about Speirs’ cruelty led some men to have a heightened interest in him and his daily happenings. It would be Luz who finally sees him bring a stolen pair of heels into your tent and exit without them–all while you were out doing your job.

“Hey, Lieutenant? You got a moment?” Luz called out to his superior. He walked across the ruined town square to Speirs, who responded with nothing but a blank stare. He had been caught and by no one less than George Luz.

“What do you want, Sergeant?”

“Well, I just wanted to say…” Luz looked around, half-jokingly making sure there were witnesses, “If this leaving stuff in Y/N’s tent is an attempt to ‘woo’ her, you might want to leave a note. Or just talk to her. How else will you know it’s you leaving her gifts and not Major Winters or Lieutenant Dike?”

With that, Speirs immediately goes out to find you. From the outside, he may appear to have all the confidence in the world, but he can not fathom you thinking all the gifts he has left are from the man he replaced. Speirs spots you mailing something back home; he pulls you outside, away from the attendant, and confesses that he has been the one leaving you gifts because of the feelings he’s been harboring. You quickly embrace him, causing Luz to whoop and cheer, which is only stifled by Speirs’ scowling.

From then on, you become the “First Lady” of Dog and Easy Company. You’re untouchable. Most of the men will bend over backward for you to stay on Speirs’ “good side.” You are treated with the utmost respect and courtesy, and privy to all the going-ons of the division. 

Toward the end of the war, Sgt. Grant is shot, and Speirs goes into full-blown protection mode. You accompany him as he locates the German doctor before initiating the manhunt for the soldier who shot Grant. You try to calm him down to the best of your abilities, but its no use. He hardly leaves your side after that night.

At the end of the war, Speirs decides to stay in the military, and despite the ups and downs that come with that, you stay with him. You celebrate with the rest of Easy Company as the men slowly start to return home with Speirs by your side. Not to be cliche, but you do live happily ever after, even if you’re never truly settled in one place.

Joe Liebgott

Call me David Webster, cause I would die for Joe Liebgott. He was my OG.

I think its safe to say that Liebgott is very tru cocky. I wouldn’t call it a superiority complex, perse, but he knows he’s good-looking and suave, and he’s confident enough to put it to good use. He can wine and dine any nurse and WAC he wants in a matter of moments. It’s a foolproof strategy; that is, until he sees you.

It’s Aldbourne, 1944, and he spots you in a pub while playing darts. He is immediately captivated by your looks, as even the drab green of your uniform manages to compliment them. He’s too busy staring at you and completely misses the target on his next throw. It costs him a pack of cigarettes, and you giggling at him, but man was it worth it.

You spend the evening huddled up together in a booth, him trying every one of his usual pick-up lines, and you shrugging them off like they’re nothing. It confuses Joe to no end that the one girl he wants doesn’t fall prey to his anecdotes. In reality, they do work, as you fall more and more in love with him throughout the night; you just want to hear him work for it.

He walks you back to your barracks, dizzy from infatuation (and dancing). You leave him with a peck on his cheek, and it's there he promises you will be the last girl he chases.

Before D-Day, Joe asks for a picture of you to keep during the war. You happily oblige, signing your love on the back of it with a kiss. He keeps it with him until the very end of the war and can not count the number of times he has shown you off someone else. By May, everyone in Easy knows what you look like.

Despite his addiction to Dick Tracy comics, Joe isn’t much of a poet, but this doesn’t keep him from writing to you daily. Sometimes the letters don’t contain more than an “I love you” or ramblings about how terrible his rations tasted or German lessons. Other times, they were more macabre, even though he attempts to sugarcoat things for you. Your favorite letters are when he describes life back home in California and everything he hopes to show you one day.

Obviously, the war was hard for Liebgott, even more than other soldiers. But knowing you are waiting for him and will stick with him helps get him through the hard times. I imagine Liebgott turns into Harry Welsh now that he’s smitten with you. He tells everyone about you, and wherever he goes, he looks for something to ship back to you. 

After the war, the two of you find yourselves a nice house in California. No matter what happens, you are there for each other through thick and thin. The picture you gave Joe in Aldbourne is framed in your living room for years to come.

Floyd Talbert

Unfortunately, I don’t remember Tab that much since it has been so long since my last rewatch. But if I know one thing for certain, I know he’s a cutie pie. (But I’m very sorry if these headcanons don’t match the character well).

You two would definitely meet while Floyd is recovering from being bayonetted by Private Smith in Carentan. You tend to his wounds and listen to him recall the harrowing story of how he received his injury. Its only when Easy Company returns to England and you meet his friends that you learn the injury was a simple mistake. Of course, Floyd is embarrassed, but you find it endearing.

Much like with Toye, you return to Tab’s bedside innumerous times. Since you’re in England, you can relatively safely go out for a “date” once he is healed. You enjoy the best British food the two of you can afford, and when that gets too sickening, you stroll through London like tourists.

He insisted you be there when he returns to Easy and informally receives a Purple Heart. His beams with pride, and in his confident state shows you off to the rest of the men as his fiancee. Well, that isn’t exactly true until a couple days later, when Floyd pops the question hours before departing for the war again. You wouldn’t think of saying anything but yes.

Like the other men, you exchange letters for months. You remain stationed outside of London, and despite wartime rationing, send him anything he needs. Cigarettes? Bought and shipped. Pictures of you? Taken and sent. Some baked goods? Consider it sent. If he could, he would reciprocate the favor, which he tries to do whenever they stop through a somewhat intact town. The tulips he sends you from the Netherlands are permanently placed by your beside, even if they arrive a little dried.

Once the war ends, Tab can not wait to see you and shows up unannounced in your ward. The excitement and love is palpable, and you marry within days. After that, he feels no rush to end the honeymoon phase, and you dawdle getting back to the states to begin life together.

[rakurairagnarok]

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Reconnecting with an old friend? That's adorable.

You heard rumors about a life changing company making its rounds in town. Your childhood friend seemingly got their hands on some stuff so you've been looking around town for the past few days.

So you were quite surprised to find a package stuck to your door, with the logo you've been hoping to find across it ; Rakurai Inc.

You hurry inside to find a damp cutoff tank top . You take it out and the stangy musk drills its way into your nostrils.

Reluctantly, you put it on your skinny frame and take a look in the mirror.

It looks ridiculous on you, hanging off of you like a dress, your stick like arms in stark contrast to your big pectorals.

Your pectorals??

You frown as you see your torso broaden, muscles forming where there were none before. You watch in awe as abs push into being, your arms tripling in size as your hands explore your growing body.

You look down to see your legs stretch upward giving you an imposing 6'4 in length.

Your quads thicken, and looking down you notice your glutes filling the back of your pants.

A wave of pleasure notifies you of your dick springing to action and slithering down your legs.

Looking back up to the mirror, your mind glazes over. Memories of theatre and studying get replaced by Memories of working out , skipping school and making out with your best friend.

Your dick stirs in your pants as you remember the first time you made out.

As you rub your dick through your pants , your boyfriend walks in, smiling at your stature and quickly pulling you towards the bedroom.

A classic childhood friends trope.

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[inkwolvesandcoffee]

TF!141 hearing you sing for the first time

CoD ML

John Price

John always chimes in when you’re listening to jazzy music like Frank Sinatra’s and Michael Bublé’s.

Despite claiming otherwise, he’s guilty of giving many a home concert when he thinks you’re out the door. So more often than not, it’s you catching him singing.

John loves singing to you while slow dancing in the kitchen. The most stupid grin will break out on his lips when he does. But, honestly, can you blame him? He’s on Cloud Nine whenever you’re in his arms.

(Or balancing on his toes as he guides you through the dance)

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley

Ghost leans against the fridge while watching you quietly sing to yourself. Usually it’s him cooking dinner, but after much debating you finally managed to convince him to let you do it (for the first time in two months).

Now, the only time Simon will allow for Ed Sheeran is when you’re singing along to his songs like this evening. Although, he also doesn’t turn off your music when you’re listening to the singer-songwriter while cleaning the house (another daily debate because he’s actually a bit of a neat freak).

He likes it better when you sing something else, however. In fact, a proud warmth spreads in his chest when he notices you’re singing along to one of the playlists he’s made for you. Sure, he doesn’t expect you to scream your lungs out during certain parts of songs by Sleep Token or Bad Omens. But he does like that you’re listening to and evidently liking the songs he likes.

It’s difficult for Simon to express himself and to communicate with you (at times). However, he’s glad he’s found a way via music.

Little do you know how much your voice comforts him, puts him at ease.

It’s his guide to you.

And he wants to hear every single note.

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick

Gaz immediately joins you in song, phone in hand and iTunes on if he doesn’t know the lyrics. Fight me on this, but I dare to bet he kinda sounds like Pharell Williams.

Kyle flat out refuses to participate in karaoke, though. Simon knows not to pressure him any further when he does (he’s lost microphone rights after one song the first time you and the lads went), but Soap and John don’t take ‘no’ for an answer as easily. Eventually they do… after you’ve told them off for the third time. He’ll never admit it, but Kyle’s glad you come to his aid. Although, he’s not so sure the men would listen as well out in the field. Then again, he still recalls the furtive glances around the table the first time he introduced you to the task force and you asked them to come over for dinner.

He still doesn’t know how you did it, but whatever magic you worked to keep things lowkey, casual, relaxed, and civil (not a single swear word or cuss to be heard the entire night) was impressive.

To be fair, you’re always enchanting to Kyle.

And as enthralling as a siren when you sing to him

Soap McTavish

Most of the time, he’s the one initiating a veritable home concert. Or, rather, musical.

Yes, you read that right.

MUSICAL.

Johnny loves musical songs and you often catch him watching replays on YouTube of Hamilton, Phantom of the Opera, or some other show in the West End (Boys from the Blackstuff, anyone?). That being said, though, if he’s on leave, he’ll occasionally book a weekend in London for the two of you so he can drag you along to one of the many theatres. Of course, to repay the kindness, he takes you out for lunch if the show is in the early afternoon or a nice restaurant for dinner. 

Now, you tagging along is a given which wouldn’t need compensation whatsoever. Nevertheless, Johnny feels guilty about making the days down south about his passion and fun rather than yours. So the least he could do is treat you.

Though his company is already enough.

The shared moment, away from the battlefield, away from army life, seated in a theatre to immerse in a play, is enough.

Your man being Johnny McTavish rather than Soap is enough.

It’s plenty. 

[blueiscoool]

Century-Old Clara Bow Silent Film Believed Lost Forever Found

Long-Lost Clara Bow Silent Film Found in a Omaha Parking Lot.

The Pill Pounder, one of the key titles in the CV of the iconic flapper, has enjoyed a belated revival at the San Francisco Silent film festival

A century after she first began to turn heads, Clara Bow is “It” once more. The iconic flapper of the silent film era inspired Margot Robbie’s character Nellie in Damien Chazelle’s Hollywood epic Babylon, is namechecked on Taylor Swift’s forthcoming album The Tortured Poets Department, and yesterday at the San Francisco Silent film festival, one of her earliest films was shown for the first time since the days of bathtub gin.

The story of the film’s discovery has already caused excitement online. Film-maker Gary Huggins inadvertently snapped up a slice of lost silent film history at an auction in a car park in Omaha, Nebraska, that was selling old stock from a distribution company called Modern Sound Pictures. Hoping to bid on a copy of the 1926 comedy Eve’s Leaves that he had spotted on top of a pile, Huggins was informed that he could only buy the whole pallet of movies, not individual cans. The upside? The lot was his for only $20.

Huggins soon discovered that his new pile of reels included 1923’s The Pill Pounder, a silent comedy that had been thought to be lost for decades. It is a short, two-reel film, shot on Long Island, New York, and directed by Gregory La Cava, best known for later classics such as My Man Godfrey (1936) and Stage Door (1937). The film stars rubber-faced vaudeville veteran Charlie Murray, the so-called “Irish comedian” who was actually from Laurel, Indiana. He plays a hapless pharmacist, the “pill pounder” of the title, who is trying to host a clandestine poker game in the back room of his drugstore. What few realised until Huggins watched the film, was that it also features 17-year-old Bow in a supporting role. She plays the girlfriend of Murray’s son, played by James Turfler, who had already appeared with Bow in her second film Down to the Sea in Ships, directed by Elmer Clifton and screened in 1922. Turfler’s character is the butt of some bizarre gags. At one point, he chugs a jug of effervescent “fomo seltzer” and Bow watches in horror as he floats up to the ceiling.

In this, one of her earliest surviving performances on film, Bow looks even younger than her years. Although she lacks the sleek Hollywood glamour she later acquired, she has the charisma to turn a thankless bit-part into something of a scene-stealer. The critics took note: based on the evidence of this film, the Exhibitors’ Trade Review described her as “perhaps the most promising of the younger actresses”. In his introduction to the film at San Francisco’s grand Palace of Fine Arts theatre, Bow’s biographer, the screenwriter David Stenn, speculated that the actor may have forgotten that she made the film, as she never talked about it. It was made during a traumatic period in her life, only a few weeks after her mother’s death following prolonged mental illness. He invited us to imagine how Bow might have felt appearing in a lighthearted slapstick comedy in such circumstances.

The film, which has been restored by the festival’s organisers and was screened with accompanying music from composer Wayne Barker, now looks remarkably good for its age. The festival’s senior film restorer, Kathy Rose O’Regan, said it was in great shape when they received it. She added: “We imagined it was screened maybe a few times, but there’s hardly any damage – a few scratches here and there, some dirt, but overall in pretty stellar condition.”

Now it has been freshened up and looks its best, but it is still incomplete, being in what Stenn called a “beta version”.

That’s because the copy Huggins found was not from the 1920s, but a 35mm print from the 1950s or 1960s of an edit of the film that was destined to become part of a 16mm compilation of old silent films with a comic voiceover poking fun at its archaic aspects. The intertitles have been removed and there are a few scenes and shots missing, too.

This process is deeply unflattering to old movies, but it has been responsible for preserving versions of silent films that would otherwise have been lost, including the Lois Weber melodrama Shoes from 1916. And the lack of titles are no barrier to following the film.

“For me, it is a pretty perfect 14-minutes of fun,” says O’Regan. “It would be nice to know what the titles were, but you can certainly get the gist without them.”

Stenn called the tale of the film’s discovery “miraculous” and led a round of applause for Huggins, who was in the audience. He explained that there was reason to believe that some of the discarded material was among the other cans that were sold at the Omaha auction. The hunt is on to round out The Pill Pounder, and several people have joined in the search, combing through thousands of reels. One Omaha-based film-maker and silent film enthusiast, Alexander Payne, was quick to offer his support.

The film fills in a brief blank period in Bow’s filmography. She shot the role – probably in just a couple of days – in the early “false start” phase of her film career. Bow, a tomboy from a troubled home in Brooklyn, made her debut after winning a magazine talent competition in 1921 but struggled to get her career off the ground.

“I wore myself out goin’ from studio t’studio, from agency t’agency, applyin’ for every possible part,” she later recalled. “But there was always something. I was too young, or too little, or too fat. Usually I was too fat.”

In 1923, she found her way into a handful of films, including The Pill Pounder, where she had the chance to shine in supporting roles, and this is when she finally got her ticket to Hollywood and Paramount.

“She’s not the star of the film, but you can’t take her eyes off her,” says O’Regan. “For the few minutes she’s there she’s divine, she’s fun, she’s full of energy.”

The festival screened The Pill Pounder alongside another new restoration. The feature film Dancing Mothers directed by Herbert Brenon in 1926, is a flapper drama that Bow made for Paramount, in one of her last supporting roles. She plays the reckless daughter of a lonely woman (Alice Joyce) who tires of staying home while her husband and daughter party hard in New York and steps out to go nightclubbing. Bow completely pulls focus from the grownups around her, playing a hedonistic minx, whose body spasms with pleasure when she sips a cocktail.

Stenn described the later film as “like watching a star being born”. Finally, Bow was able to make good on her early promise and start her career as a leading lady. With the breakout comedy It directed by Clarence Badger in 1927, she became a genuine star for the ages. It is easy to look back and assume Bow was destined to become a sensation, but her overnight stardom took a good five years of hard work. The Pill Pounder offers a fascinating glimpse into the route that she took to get there.

By Pamela Hutchinson.

[piggyinparadise]

Okay, this is far from being perfect and it’s a bit too long, but here’s my take on the Wilmon Version of the Falsa Boda event, inspired by this post from @grapehyasynth

Tonight was his first gig with this improv theatre company. A “Fake Wedding” event where guests paid to experience a night of laughter, dancing, and the thrill of watching strangers “tie the knot.” It was all scripted, with assigned roles and lines to make the celebration feel real, but Wille’s heart still pounded at the thought of performing in front of so many people.

He was supposed to meet his “groom” for the first time in just a few moments when they’d both walk up to the makeshift altar. All Wille knew was that his name was Simon. They hadn’t been given time to rehearse together; the company believed that spontaneity made the whole performance feel more genuine.

Just then, the coordinator gave him a nod, signaling it was time. Wille took a deep breath, straightened his suit, and stepped forward, moving through the curtain and into the warmly lit hall. The guests cheered, leaning forward with bright smiles and whispers as he walked toward the altar. And then, emerging from the opposite side of the hall, was Simon.

Wille’s breath caught. Simon’s dark curls framed a face that was as striking as it was kind, his gaze sincere, even a little nervous. As their eyes met, a warm smile softened Simon’s features, and Wille felt his heart skip a beat. He wasn’t expecting that kind of reaction. He wasn’t even sure what it was.

They reached the altar together, and as part of the scene, they were supposed to act like they’d been waiting for this moment all along.

The officiant, dressed in a flamboyant suit and speaking with exaggerated theatrics, introduced them to the crowd, his voice booming, “Tonight, we witness the union of Wilhelm and Simon, two souls who have been chosen to celebrate love with us all. Now, let us hear the vows these two lovebirds have written for each other!”

Simon turned to him, amusement dancing in his eyes. “Guess this is where the ‘love at first sight’ thing comes in?”

Wille chuckled, feeling his tension ease in Simon’s presence.

They faced each other, holding hands as instructed. Wille was prepared to fake his lines, but standing here, looking into Simon’s eyes, it suddenly felt like less of an act. Simon’s gaze was open and unguarded, his expression curious, as if he, too, felt something unexpected in this moment.

Simon was the first to speak, his voice soft yet steady. “My Wilhelm, I promise to always laugh at your terrible, terrible jokes. And, uh… I vow to remember that you’re always right — except when I’m right,” he said, his eyes twinkling with mischief. And then looking into Wille's eyes he added “And to share this moment with you, even if it’s only for tonight.”

Wille felt a warmth bloom in his chest, surprised at the weight of Simon’s words. He swallowed, heart pounding as he knew he had to keep acting funny but not get lost for words. “Simon, um… no matter how ridiculous you look with bed hair, I swear I’ll still choose you. And…” he swallowed again, “I vow to be right here with you,” he murmured, “to make this night something we’ll both remember.”

The crowd erupted in cheers as they finished, swept up in the magic of the moment, but Wille could barely hear them. All he could see was Simon, the world fading into a soft glow around them. As they leaned in for the traditional “kiss” to seal the act — a playful peck to sell the moment — their eyes met, and everything around them seemed to slow, like they’d slipped into their own world.

Just as their faces were inches apart, a loud gasp rang out from the crowd. A woman, dressed in a dramatic red gown with an expression of utter shock, pushed her way to the front, pointing a trembling hand at Wille. It was Felice, Wille’s fellow actress. He didn’t know she was going to be part of the show either, so his gasp was a real one.

“Nooooo!! Wilhelm, how could you?!? After everything we shared?” she cried, clutching her heart theatrically as she pretended to faint onto the shoulders of some guests, her voice carrying across the room with all the intensity of a soap opera heroine.

The guests collectively gasped, some smiling at the unexpected twist while others leaned in, wide-eyed with excitement.

Wille and Simon exchanged a look, both of them barely holding back laughter as they tried to stay in character.

Felice turned to the audience, gesturing dramatically. “How could he abandon me for another?”

The crowd’s reactions ranged from chuckles to gasps, with many whispering excitedly, fully absorbed in the spectacle. Simon raised an eyebrow at Wille, his face alight with amusement.

“So, is this where you confess your eternal love to her?” Simon teased, a hint of mock jealousy in his voice.

Wille shrugged, a playful smile tugging at his lips. “Sorry, but I’ve kind of moved on" he replied.

And feeling a burst of confidence as he looked into Simon’s eyes, he added "Besides...you’re definitely hotter”, the crowd cheering even louder.

[pininghermit]

Roses of Night

AN: This is my new Roman Empire. Expect a part 2 maybe?

Genre: DRAMAAAAA

Pairing(s): Adrian Tepes x Reader Vs Adrian Tepes x Trevor Belmont

Summary: Like every ending of the music that echoed in these halls, this song too shall dance on the tip of your fingers.

Phantom

He was beautiful from the very first moment of existence. Possessing the inhumane grace of the undead while holding onto the light of humanity.

You watched him from the hidden windows and nooks of your theatre. The alluring ballerino, who never in any practice was left alone by a throng of giggle women.

But he, was yours. Unknown to all, the diamond of Opera belonged to you. It was your voice he craved not of others.

Late at night, after tiring shows, your hands were the ones he sought, even with the curtain of his blindfold.

You, who, he called his angel, in a reverent whisper. Adrian Tepes was yours.

His voice sang to you, his phantom, the ghost he clung to. Denied were his eyes, but your darling held on strong.

Denying any suitors with a firm rejection, unknown to the Theatre, their ballerino had already gambled his heart away.

And soon the day would come, he would be yours. When the world would no longer keep your apart from him. Soon enough you would wrap him in your arms, whisk him away to your world. Where you could both sing together. Where he saw you without the shackles of a blindfold.

At last, the curse of your isolation would fade. Your diamond, will free you off the prison that traps you and in return, Adrian will have all that you offer.

Adrian

Adrian loves his ghost. He all but melts under the solid touch of their fingers. His feet thrum with their presence under the stage. His ghost who is a part of a thousand whispers.

He had come to know the ghost as any other stary-eyed dancer of the company. The owner of the box, that remained empty no matter what show.

He had followed the rules of the theatre, left the box and it's owner alone. Until one night. When in the drunk stupor of an after party, Adrian Tepes stumbled into the changing rooms. All but snatching on to the trill of a fading song.

Smitten by the first notes, his feet leaped to the source, falling into the arms of a blurry stranger. His inebriated mind slipping away as the voice of his dreams filled his ears.

And so it came to be, the signs of his ghost invaded his life. A presence that extended beyond the box. The ghost, who now became his ghost.

From a backstage dancer to the main, his ghost led him to new heights. Holding in at nights, while showing him off in the evening of company's shows.

Trevor

And came he, the Belmont. He, who leapt at the sight of Adrian. A long-lost friend of the past. His eyes filled with a past that burned the theater.

Jumping backstage, the Belmont embraced his friend. Holding him with the intimacy of an unforgotten past.

He stared at Adrian with the pang of a story waiting to be finished. And Adrian, in return, stayed in his arms, staring into his eyes.

Finally, the fates had reunited them. After all that had passed, there were no Dukes or Counts separating them.

Phantom

From the shadows of your maze, you glared at the reunion. A thorn in your bleeding heart. Alas, the final act of your script had come to be.

But this was your theater, your company, your notes, and your ballerino. The Belmont was set to lose what was not his to possess.

Like every ending of the music that echoed in these halls, this song too shall dance on the tip of your fingers.

Leaving a gleaming red rose on your beloved's vanity, you vanished into the depths of the night. With a raging fire in your heart that was set to burn everything in your path.

[jovenshires]

endless au edits: smosh theatre's seasonal lineup (1/4)

SMOSH'S SEASONAL LINEUP: A COMPLETE GUIDE by mac kahey smosh theatre, a musical theater company known for its diverse and inclusive productions, has just announced its show lineup for the year, and it is safe to say that fans are far from disappointed. starting off strong, the company kicked off its announcement with its winter showcase: a production of hadestown, led by stars damien haas and jacklyn uweh, and directed by none other than returning smosh co-founder, anthony padilla. padilla made his comeback to smosh a little over six months ago to collaborate with his fellow co-owner on their spring and summer musicals. this will be padilla's first solo show at the playhouse in nearly six years - and what a show to start off on. coupling this tragic tale of love lost with padilla's edgy direction style is a bold move, and fans are, rightfully, excited. the casting choices are also impeccable. the star-studded lineup includes previously-mentioned damien haas, an openly neurodivergent and queer actor making waves for representation everywhere. he'll be taking on the role of orpheus, a hopeless romantic, poet, and musician, and as someone who had the pleasure of sitting down with him for an interview last spring, all of these qualities describe haas to a t. this will be his first time leading a show with smosh in his near-six-year run at the company, and his first time working with padilla as a director. the actor shared the show to his instagram and expressed his excitement for the production, saying, "anthony is such a great director. it's been an honor to work with him and my amazing castmates." speaking of his castmates - his leading lady is none other than superstar jacklyn uweh. returning from her recent stint touring with the cast of spring awakening, she has rejoined the smosh cast for another performance that's sure to be amazing. the actress is known for advocating for women of color in theater spaces and never being afraid to speak her mind. she also, notably, has one of the most incredible singing voices of our generation. taking on the mysterious yet powerful role of eurydice will be no easy feat, but somehow, i think she has the power to manage it. just with this one casting, smosh has shown that when the perfect cast falls into their lap, they aren't foolish enough not to utilize it. the stacked cast doesn't stop there, though. playing hermes, the play's narrator and father figure to young orpheus, is ify nwadiwe, a booming comedic actor who has been known to feature in smosh productions. his fun-loving demeanor and natural swagger are sure to bring a natural carefree energy to this rendition of hadestown. he, too, spoke of the production fondly on social media, posting on x: "this is one of the greatest things i've ever been a part of. come see us next december to february at the smosh playhouse for one of the most incredible, f***ed up things we've ever done." long-time smosh player keith leak jr is taking on the role of hades, the rich, powerful, and egotistical king of the underworld, and his friend and partner in all things theater, olivia sui, will be beside him once more as persephone, hades's free-spirited yet suffering wife. watching these two together is always a delight, and i cannot wait for their dynamic to shine through the characters that they play. as far as the winter production is concerned, the community's shared high hopes for padilla's return may very well turn out to be grounded in reality. with an all-star cast and an incredible crew, such as returning stage head erin dougal, it is easy to see that padilla knows what he's doing. though only time will tell, i am confident that this production will be a huge success, and very well may be my favorite show of the year - although, i must mention the other productions first - because they all have incredible potential.

[0wldn0]

I could see some stunticon - terran interactions during the time period the stunticons are still figuring out their revenge on megatron. Giving the terrans (or even just one terran) a quick insight into how they actually behave on their own, and maybe even a hint that MOtormasters largely the driving force when it comes to getting revenge on Megatron.

lol I can actually see a scenario where some of the terrans try to go "spy mode" on the stunticons when theyre running around just experiencing Earth with Breakdown. (I like to think they see a drive in movie theatre and stuff lol) Only.. the stunticons arent actually, like, doing anything? They're just kinda.. hanging out?

Anyway Motormaster is aware theyre there the whole time and largely just sorta... lingers close by to make sure they dont attack or anything before revealing she knew they were there the whole time and that they "not that great" at recon.

Before giving them maybe a stern warning to stay out of their way in the future. Their beef is pretty much entirely with megatron and the autobots. The terrans and the Earth as a whole dont really come into it.

AFDHJFD OMGGGG ANON!! YOUR BRAIN!!! I LOVE THIS SO MUCHHH 😭😭😭 I was thinking about ways for the Stunticons and Terrans to interact before the attack on Megatron, but wasn't sure what to do. You absolutely nailed everything with this ask!! Thank you!!

I can see the Autobots warning the Terrans about going out on their own after the Stunticons' arrival. Especially Bee would be so serious about like "You are. NOT. going to leave the house until we figure out what to do. And you will PROMISE me." And they do promise him, with fingers crossed behind their backs. 😩Poor Bee, whenever he thinks he knows how to deal with kids now, they do something else to prove him wrong.

The Terrans would be SO proud of themselves the whole time they're stalking the Stunticons. They think they are being master spies!! Of course like you said, Motormaster is aware of them the whole time. And whenever she hears them whispering among each other like "You're stepping on my servos!!" she would let out an internal sigh. 😭"They aren't being subtle at all..." ((At least they're still subtle enough for the rest of the Stunticons to not notice. Then again I think the Stunticons would be so lost in each others' company and happy to be together again that they forget Autobots even exist for a while.))

Motormaster warning them beforehand was an idea I was thinking about, but never properly decided how to put it into the AU. I think it fits perfectly here!! The Stunticons would decide to go back to the ship to rest, and since Motormaster always keeps a fair distance from them, they don't notice it when she is staying behind. As the Terrans watch the Stunticons leave, Motormaster comes up behind them. Of course the kids take guard immediately, but MM doesn't do anything to attack them, doesn't even go near them. Just says they need to work on their spying skills, making the kids grimace and look around at each other. Then of course, tells them that the Stunticons want nothing to do with them, they're free to keep living their lives. They are not enemies, nor allies. But if they do intervene with the Stunticons' business, then they won't hesitate to harm them while swatting them out of the way.

I can imagine the kids to get a LOT of scolding after accidentally blurting out that they talked with Motormaster. We got Dorothy, Alex, AND Bee giving them a whole lecture. 😭

[evans23]

RICKMAS 2024 - DAY 21 - HEARTFELT CONFESSIONS

Pairing : Alexander Dane x OC (Catherine)

Summary : Alexander is back in his village to spend Christmas with his family. He met an old friend, an old friend who could be his second chance to have something who worth living.

Tag(s)/Warning(s) : Mention of depression. Sadness.

Also read on AO3 - Wattpad

Alexander Dane was depressed. It was nothing new. He hated his role as Dr. Lazarus, yet that was what put food on the table. He couldn't stand all those stupid conventions, those stupid fans, and most of all, he missed the stage.

Theatre, his first love, which unfortunately would never pay as much as this role. Not that he had an extravagant lifestyle, but he liked his little luxury.

This year, he didn't know what had gotten into him, but he had agreed to go home to the United Kingdom for the holidays. No doubt it was his old mother's insistence that had played on his heartstrings. Except that Christmas made him bitter.

As he watched his mother peel potatoes, he noticed a young woman outside, busy taking a shopping bag out of an old red Ford.

"That's the Staffords' daughter, Catherine," his mother said, following his gaze.

"Didn't she live in London?" Alexander asked, frowning.

Catherine... he remembered her well. She had been his accomplice when he was a child, he had no one to play with after school. She had been his best friend when he was a teenager, no one believed in his acting dreams, she had been his biggest disappointment when he had bullied him one evening when she had pointed out to him that he had gotten a big head and had hurt her with words he had not been able to hold back.

"Yes, she worked as a secretary for a small company, but they went bankrupt. She found herself unemployed, the crisis did not allow her to find one quickly enough and she ended up on the street."

Alexander sighed. He had always had the impression that life must be more complicated for Catherine than for others. Yet she was kind and brilliant in his memories. But the universe had seemed to hold it against her from the moment she had dared to say the forbidden word "study at Cambridge". From then on, she had never gotten anything she wanted.

"She's not married ?" Alexander asked as he watched her cross the blue fence that led to his parents' house.

"No. No known man in her life, no children. A very lonely girl if you ask me. No wonder she looks like she's about to burst into tears every time you see her," his mother said as she savagely cut a carrot.

Catherine, the beautiful Catherine who had come to all those plays when he was in London, Catherine who apparently still got nothing from the universe.

Later that afternoon, he was desperately trying to fight the winter cold that invaded every corner of the house, lost in his memories of the past. He was looking forward to New Year's, which he would spend in London... alone, as he often did. But at least he would be far away from this place he had despised since he was a misunderstood child.

That was when he saw her again. Catherine was crossing the road with the same awkward, hesitant gait she had had as a teenager. She slipped on the icy ground, dropping the box she was holding. He hesitated for a second, then decided to leave.

"Always dropping things, Catherine," he said, pulling his coat tighter around him.

She spun around, her eyes wide with surprise.

"Gosh, the great Alexander Dane," she said, straightening up, "I didn't think I'd see you here again," she added with the same captivating smile of their fifteen years.

"Me neither," he admitted, handing her a pouch that had escaped from its box.

"It's a package for a friend. She lives in Scotland and I was supposed to go meet her, but all the trains were cancelled because of the snow," she said, holding the box tighter against her.

"My mother told me you moved back here."

She looked down, blushing slightly.

"Yes, at my parents'," she said, not daring to look at him.

"Hey, there's no shame in it. Think of it as a time to take care of yourself."

"Who are you and what have you done with Alexander?" she asked, her smile returning.

"The years have given me some wisdom," he said, smiling back.

"Are you staying for the holidays ?"

"Only for Christmas."

Well, he wasn't so sure all of a sudden. After all, spending New Year's alone or spending it with his mother, his idiotic little brother, and his aunts was pretty much the same thing.

"Are you and your parents doing anything special for the holidays ?"

"No. Just the three of us."

His mother was right, Alexander thought, Catherine was terribly lonely, and her tired eyes made him nervous. They weren't tired from lack of sleep, no, they looked tired from life.

"I have to go, the post office is closing soon," Catherine said, interrupting his train of thought.

"Sure. I'll probably see you later," Alexander replied, watching her get into her car.

He would see her again, that much was certain. CatherineStafford. The beautiful and sweet Catherine. The girl he had loved all his adolescence without ever daring to admit it to her for fear of losing their friendship. A friendship that he had broken himself one evening when she had needed support and not the sharp blades that had been his words.

He saw her again no later than the next day. She had been hired in old Harry's tea room. He had never imagined his oldest friend as a tea waitress and he was certain that she had neither. It was all a waste, a waste of everything she had to offer, if only she could have had her chance, just once.

"Be careful," she told him as she sat him down at a secluded table, "there's a young fan of Dr. Lazarus here," she said as she pointed with her head to a young boy who was eating cookies in front of a man that Alexander guessed was the child's grandfather.

"Oh no, please..."

"Too late," she said, not hiding her amusement.

The little boy approached him with wide, wondering eyes.

"Where's your costume ?"

"I..."

"To the laundry," Catherine answered for him, stopping him from curtly replying that he didn't spend his life dressed like a stupid alien.

"Can you say it ?"

"Say what ?" Alexander asked gruffly.

"You know, your line."

"He won't let you go until you say it," Catherine sneered, handing him the tea and pastry menu.

"By Grabthar's harm," Alexander said, rolling his eyes.

He hadn't put much conviction into it, but it seemed to suit the child, who returned to his seat.

"He'll be back for a picture and an autograph," Catherine warned him.

"Catherine, can we stop pretending for a moment ?" he stopped her.

"What are you talking about?" she asked, genuinely surprised.

"I know I was an idiot, but I was young, I was scared, scared of getting stuck here and..."

She looked at him without blinking.

"And what, Alexander ?"

"I... I'm sorry."

He had almost told her, but at the last moment, he had changed his mind. Their relationship was too fragile, he knew, to venture into such dangerous waters. He didn't miss her almost disappointed look, but he thought he had imagined it.

"That's the past. I don't blame you anymore. And I'm glad you're here."

She had said it without bitterness, with a disarming sincerity before walking away.

After that, he became one of the most regular customers of the tea room, which was not complicated in such a small village. He spent more time talking to Catherine than eating cakes and drinking tea, and he soon realized that she soothed him.

"Are you planning to go back to London ?" he asked her as he hung a string of lights in the living room window she had just closed.

"I'd like to. Life is more... interesting there," she said as she wiped down a table.

"But ?" he guessed.

"But... I don't know. I feel too old to try anything new and at the same time I don't want to be a prisoner in this village all my life," she admitted.

"Too old ? You're going to be 40," he said, rolling his eyes.

"39 !" she protested.

"Okay, 39. It's not old, you silly girl."

"I know, but it takes money, no matter what you want to do. Not everyone gets to live their dreams, Alexander," she said softly.

"You could live in my apartment. Save yourself rent."

"Oh, now Dr. Lazarus feels sorry for me, great," she mumbled.

"First of all, don't ever call me that again, and secondly, I don't feel sorry. I'm helping my best friend get a fresh start."

"I always felt like you were out of my league, Alexander."

The simple confession made him freeze.

"What do you mean ?"

"I... I don't know. That I expected more from you, but... well... life."

"Catherine..." he said softly, getting down from the stepladder he was perched on.

Could it be that she, too, had feelings for him in the past ?

Had they both missed out on a great story because they didn't have the courage to reveal themselves at the time ?

"Oh, it's already late," she said, looking at her watch, "I have to hurry, I promised my mother I'd bring her some eggs and the grocery store is closing soon. Nothing's open after 6 here."

She offered to take him home, but he declined, saying he'd rather get some fresh air. The truth was, he needed to think because since he got back, he'd been questioning everything: his dreams, his career, what he really wanted in life.

Christmas Eve came all too quickly for Alexander's liking. His parents' house was packed. Aunts, cousins, his idiot little brother... it was all too much for him.

How ironic for an actor, he thought wearily. But in the end, one of those stupid science fiction conventions seemed less difficult to bear than this family gathering.

He managed to escape between the main course and dessert. Outside, sitting on the low stone wall his father had built long ago, he watched the house across the street. Everything seemed silent, except for the diffuse light that the television reflected against the windows of the Staffords' living room.

Without thinking, he got up and went to knock on their door, as if he was no longer the master of his body.

The door opened to reveal Catherine's father who did not immediately recognize him.

"I would like to speak to Catherine, Mr. Stafford," he said with a lack of confidence that irritated her to the highest degree.

"Alexander! How you have changed. Of course, I will get her."

Catherine appeared in the doorway, dressed in pyjamas decorated with a gingerbread man who looked happier than she was at that moment.

"Were you asleep ?" Alexander asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No, I was reading. My parents are watching a show on the BBC," she explained, a little embarrassed that she hadn't taken the time to at least put on a pair of sweatpants and a sweater.

He shook his head. Alone. She was alone. Like him, who felt so alone no matter the world around him.

"Are you okay ?" she asked, intrigued.

"I... I have to tell you something."

He swallowed hard before starting.

"I was in love with you when we were teenagers. And when I saw you again, I realized that I still felt something strong for you."

Catherine's eyes widened in surprise, but she said nothing, letting him continue.

"I've spent my whole life running, and I realize that I wasn't running after the right things. I went to the ends of the earth to find that something, while you were here all this time."

"Alexander," she whispered, not hiding her emotion.

"I want us to try. I've always loved you. I still love you. I'm sorry I was an idiot and hurt you, I'm sorry it took me so long to understand, but I'm here now. So, if you'll have me, if you'll try..."

"What about your career ?"

"Can you keep a secret ?"

She nodded, her arms tightening a little around herself to suppress a shiver from the biting cold that surrounded them.

"They're going to kill Dr. Lazarus."

"What a tragedy," she said, not believing it.

"Yes, a terrible tragedy. And after that, I plan to return to London and resume my career on the stage."

She looked at him without saying anything, a silence that began to make Alexander uncomfortable.

"So, what do you think ?"

"I say I've always had feelings for you too, big fool. And yes, I want to try."

He gently pulled her towards him, enveloping her in his warmth, and he placed his lips against hers, kissing her for the first time, but certainly not for the last time, he knew it.

"By Grabthar's harm, it seems that the universe has finally offered us our Happy Ending," he murmured against her lips.

And he was still far from the mark. If only he had known, that this heartfelt confession would bring them both so much happiness, he would have stopped running much earlier.

[padfootagain]

Something Good (XVII)

Chapter 17 : Somewhere in My Youth or Childhood

Hello! Here is a new chapter for my Ben Barnes series!

THIS IS IT PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THEY ARE FINALLY GETTING THEIR SHIT TOGETHER!!!!!!! I’m so excited, I hope you like this chapter so much! Tell me what you think!

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Pairing: Ben Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Fluff,  Slow burn, professor AU.

Summary: Coming out of a divorce and trying to get used to being a single mom, while teaching your classes at University, you thought your life could not get more complicated than it already is. But when you are asked to take care of the theatre club with the colleague that you really can’t get along with, you realize that everything can still get ten times more complicated in your life. And when you start actually liking Professor Barnes, the troubles only grow exponentially…

Word Count: 3342

Masterlist for the series – Ben Barnes’ Masterlist – Main Masterlist

There was so much to do for the theatre club, still. So much to do and so little time.

Booking up the theatre so you could work on stage was a brilliant idea, and you were grateful to Ben for thinking about this. It helped tremendously settle the songs, write the scenes, imagine the placement of the actors.

Still… Something Good remained a tough song to stage. You didn’t have enough time to finish planning the scene with the students, but Ben and you agreed to spend a part of the afternoon working on this, just the two of you. So, at the end of the afternoon, you stayed a little longer, asking your mother to watch over your daughter for you while you and Ben worked on the song.

You had decided with the whole group to add the song at the beginning of the relationship between Satine and Christian. Before the real troubles hit them both, while their love was still a secret. It was a hopeful tune, after all. One of love, and there was no reason to change that fact. Still, the staging, the intention, the movements of the actors… it was still a struggle, as Ben and you stood there at the edge of the stage, staring blankly at the empty space.

“Alright… then maybe we can have the two characters coming in from this side…”

“It won’t do…”

“I know.”

You looked at Ben, who was remaining perfectly calm while you were losing your patience bit by bit.

There ought to be a way to play this scene and to make it look good. You simply had to find it…

“I think we should have a very simple choreography for this,” Ben said, looking around the empty stage. “Maybe they shouldn’t even dance before the second half of the song.”

You looked around as well, imagining the staging, with full set and costume, lights, music…

“What if they’re on opposite sides of the stage,” you suggest. “When the song begins they’re staring at each other, and then they slowly come closer and closer in the first half.”

Slowly, Ben nodded his head.

“And then they meet at the centre,” he went on.

“They can start dancing together during the instrumental part.”

But Ben shook his head.

“What if they barely danced at all. Maybe just turned.”

“Turned?”

“Yeah, like…”

But Ben wasn’t sure how to explain his idea.

“Like they both walk in a circle, and follow each other so they keep the same distance.”

“Chasing each other, almost… it fits,” you nodded, thinking hard. “They could come closer and closer during the second part.”

You walked to the centre of the stage, in an attempt to imagine the position of the actors, play out the scene in your head…

This should be highly romantic. A song you had added with your entire little company to showcase this love between Christian and Satine…

“There could be other people on stage like… dancing during the party. And the lights could go down all around the couple, so the others would disappear, until there’s no one left but Christian and Satine. Like… they love each other so much… there’s nobody else in the world for a moment…”

You were lost in thought, you seemed almost dizzy, staring at an empty spot before you. And Ben didn’t know why but he was so fond of you at this moment. You looked… breathtaking… maybe it came from the dreamy expression painted upon your features….

He wished you could look at him like that. Because you were right, that would be how he would feel with you. Like everything else could disappear. Like the whole world was gone, for as long as you would stare at him and pretend you loved him, even if for just a minute…

He struggled to swallow, tried to clear his throat, but it had tightened so quickly, he had barely noticed before it was already too late.

Ironic. The same way he had fallen head over heels for you…

“And then, they could walk in a circle, like you said. Turning, turning…”

You imitated the movement, walking across the empty stage.

“… and coming closer. Should they kiss?”

“Everyone is on stage, the scene is set during a party, they can’t be openly affectionate,” Ben answered, trying to shake some sense back into his brain. “Maybe they could touch hands instead.”

You seemed to consider it for a second.

“But then they could walk back where they were before, the lights could go up again, as if it was just some kind of… dream… you know what I mean?”

Ben nodded.

“A moment just between them, that no one notices.”

“Just by looking at each other.”

“And that we would translate through the song.”

Ben smiled.

“It could work.”

But you still seemed bothered, Ben could see it in the mild frown digging a line between your brows.

“Could we walk around the stage to decide on the placements?” you asked Ben, turning to him with this same adorable frown he adored, the one brought by focus and thinking too hard.

His smile was soft, charming, when you turned to him. Your heart skipped a beat at the sight. He looked dishevelled after a long day at work, but you liked it. You liked the way his hair was messier than usual, the way his glasses were a little lopsided, the way his white shirt was crinkled…

You forced yourself to look only at his eyes again, but they were so dark, so intense, so magnetic… it didn’t help at all…

“Of course,” he nodded, voice warm and soft and terribly charming even if he didn’t do it on purpose.

He walked to the right side of the stage while you took position on the left. You tried walking around for a few minutes, trying to decide on a distance to stop, one to dance to, and finally the closest the characters would stand by each other.

It was hard to imagine it all without music though, and you tried again using your phone to listen to the tune while you moved.

“Too fast, too fast,” Ben shook his head as you walked towards him. “You need to cross the stage and get in position throughout the first part, before the instrumental section kicks in.”

He gestured you to start all over again, and you did. After a few tries, you found the right rhythm, and tried to walk with Ben.

“How do they touch hands? Like this?”

You brushed your fingers against his without any warning, and your shy touch was enough to make him blush, to make his heart stumble in his chest, to make him forget his damn name…

“Huh… yes,” he nodded, clearing his throat, trying to hide his reaction but he couldn’t imagine to be discreet. “And maybe they could properly hold hands when they’re standing very close.”

“Both hands?”

“Yes… maybe?”

“Okay, sounds good.”

“And then we can decide with the rest of the club if they should kiss or not.”

“Okay, perfect!”

“Do you want us to rehearse the whole song? Like… fully playing it as it should go?”

“Yes, that sounds like a good idea, let’s do that.”

You walked back into position, starting the song again, but Ben stopped you as you took your first step.

“You’re not even singing!” he complained, playfulness making him smile. “Come on!”

He saw you shying away, but it didn’t matter. He loved listening to your voice. He would not let you get away with this.

“Alright,” you grumbled, clearly unhappy, but he merely shot you a grin.

“Come on, I’ll sing too.”

That was a pretty good argument, given his pretty voice.

Fair enough…

You started the song over again, from the beginning.

Slow movements walking across the empty stage. Ben was staring at you, his gaze intense, never letting go for a second, as if he was afraid you would disappear.

But then again, you were staring at him the same way. Moving to the rhythm of the music, in slow movements, made it all even more intense like… like it was all real…

You were singing without noticing, words passing your lips, but each syllable seemed to slow down time, make you more focused on Ben’s dark eyes, on his slightly parted lips, on the light shining against his glasses, on his dishevelled hair, on his beard that called for your fingers…

The universe was shrinking, shrinking, shrinking down while you sang.

Perhaps I had a wicked childhood

Perhaps I had a miserable youth

But somewhere in my wicked, miserable past

There must have been a moment of truth

You noticed the way Ben closed his fists, opened them again, flexed both his hands, as if he were nervous, as if he couldn’t quite breathe anymore, as if he felt the same as you did now…

… hanging by a thread. Struggling to keep the air inside your lungs, your heart beating so damn fast, and lost… lost in his damn dark eyes, so dark under the velvety light of the theatre, so dark you could only fall into them, so dark you couldn’t see where they would end…

Still, your feet advanced, just like his, in perfect rhythm to the song and to his movements, but you barely noticed. You barely noticed when you kept on singing too.

And your voice… Jesus, the soft, tender sound was driving Ben absolutely mad. He wished you could never stop. He wished he could keep on listening to your voice forever, no matter what you would say or sing or whisper, it wouldn’t matter, for as long as you kept going…

His heart was beating so damn fast, how was that even humanly possible?

For here you are, standing there, loving me

Whether or not, you should

And as you spoke the words, your throat tightened, your heart sank because they reminded you that your feelings were crazy. Ridiculous, almost. If it hadn’t hurt so much, you would have taken it all as a twisted joke. It was too painful to be a joke, though.

You were a mess. You struggled. You were a mother. You had so many responsibilities, so many things to do, and in all of that, how could you manage any time for yourself? It wasn’t fair, but it was the truth. And Ben? Why would Ben ever love someone like you? Perfect opposites. Bantering friends. Tender words. And these dark eyes that looked at you with such patience, such warmth… You hoped, despite all odds and all reason, that his gaze meant more, so much more.

You were too uncertain of yourself to see it. To see that Ben looked at you as if you had hung the stars in the sky yourself, as if you were the very essence of beautiful things, as if you were everything he had ever wanted. Because you were. You were so much more than that, even. And he was too uncertain of himself to tell you, but now more than ever, as you walked towards him, your singing voice barely audible at all but still there, still hanging in the air, while you stared at him with these beautiful eyes of yours he saw every night in his dreams… now more than ever, he couldn’t deny that he loved you. That he loved you so much, it was crazy, it was ridiculous. And he couldn’t help it.

So somewhere in my youth, or childhood

I must have done something good

Just a few more steps to take. You smiled, all shy, and he reciprocated the gesture, although his was brighter, a little less hesitant. He wanted to come closer, to skip the song and the music and to reach out for your hand, to reach for your cheek, to reach for your lips…

He took a deep breath instead, raspy and uncertain, but it did ground him enough to keep his feet on track.

Nothing comes from nothing, nothing ever could

So somewhere in my youth, or childhood

I must have done something good

You were standing in position now, and you both stopped. The short instrumental part started playing, both of you silent. You forced your feet to move, and Ben followed your movements, walking in a circle with you, slowly getting closer, and closer, the circle shrinking, and shrinking, and shrinking, until you were in arm’s range. Until you were close enough to smell his perfume, something of oud and citrus and midnight talks on the phone. Until you were close enough Ben could feel your breath across the side of his neck.

You had both slowed down your pace down to a full stop. You weren’t supposed to be standing so close, but you both felt so attracted towards the other, like two magnets struggling against impossible forces. And who were you to fight this type of law, anyway? It would have been as unnatural as fighting gravity.

When he started singing, he reached to brush his knuckles against yours. Soft, delicate touch.  A breeze in summer. Barely there at all.

Your heart stumbled into your chest, crashed against your ribcage.

You were still staring into his eyes, but now up close, where you could see perfectly their darkness through his glasses, the small crinkles at their corners, the beauty spot under his right eye…

When he brushed his fingers to yours again, you held them back, before they could escape.

For here you are, standing there, loving me

Whether or not you should

And you shouldn’t. As he sang the words, they sounded a little too raw on his tongue, a little too bloodied, as if they were already stained by the sorrow they announced.

Because you shouldn’t. Ben didn’t think you felt the same, and he shouldn’t wish for these feelings upon you, because every ounce of reason in his mind screamed that it was a terrible idea. He was a mess. He struggled. You were a mother, and he couldn’t let you down. What if he did? What if he couldn’t be enough, just like he wasn’t enough for Julia? What if you left? What if he gave you and Sally everything, and you took it all away? But then again, why would you ever love someone like him, anyway? You deserved so much better than his bruised self. Besides, you were perfect opposites. Silly friends. Soft smiles. And these beautiful, tempting lips of yours, he couldn’t help the way his gaze fell onto them now that you were so close. Because he wanted to kiss them. Wanted to run his thumb along their curve to feel the tender skin. Wanted to know how it felt, how you tasted…

He was so out of breath, he barely noticed when you spoke again, only the movement of your mouth made him aware that you were singing the next verse.

So somewhere in my youth, or childhood

I must have done something good

Your lips remained parted, you moved your fingers to hold properly on his, and the tender gesture made him look up at your eyes again. He enlaced your fingers together as he whispered the next words, more than he sang them. And when you joined him, you were both so lost into each other’s gaze, there seemed to be nothing else in the entire world but your two bodies.

Your eyes. Your warmth. You…

Nothing comes from nothing

Nothing ever could

You missed the beginning of your verse, but you didn’t care. Your heart was beating so fast, you could barely hear the music anymore over its crazy rhythm.

So somewhere in my youth

He smiled, a crooked one, just for a second, as he noticed that you had skipped a couple of words. It was tender though. So tender…

God, he loved you so much… if it hadn’t been so painful, he could have laughed at himself for falling so hard. A stupid teenage boy all over again…

When he spoke his verse, he raised his hand to your cheek. Your skin so warm… it was burning his fingers and palm. So soft, he was certain none of this could be real…

Or childhood

You closed your eyes under his soft touch, all delicate and feathery, as if he was scared you’d run away, as if he feared to hurt you somehow. As if you were the most precious thing in the world…

You spoke with your eyes still closed, leaning into his touch without noticing, your skin on fire under his fingers.

I must have done something

He let go of your hand, and your eyes snapped open, thinking he would push you away, that the dream would be over…

But he merely reached up to your other cheek instead, holding your face in both his hands, leaning closer, dangerously so. Your hands reached up to hold onto his arms, in search for any kind of support. You could feel his warm breath fanning over your lips…

Your legs were shaking.

You both whispered the last lyrics, neither of you could summon anything more than a murmur.

Something good

You had barely spoken your last syllable that he was leaning closer, impossibly closer, until his lips brushed against yours, the feeling making you both gasp and close your eyes.

How many times had you dreamt about this?

How many times had he hoped you would let him do this?

But his lips had barely touched yours, just the ghost of a caress, before he pulled away. Not much, just enough to look into your eyes as you lifted your eyelids once more.

A silent question. A frightened one, yet tainted with desire.

Do you want this as much as I do?

Your response was a smile, a gentle pull on his sleeve to draw him closer again, a lean upwards towards his lips.

His hands held your face a little more firmly to guide you to him, and this time when he leaned down, he didn’t stop.

His kiss was a little shy still at first, hesitant. But then your lips moved against his, and the remnants of worry and rationality fainted away from his mind. When your hand moved from his forearm to his hair, he pressed his lips harder against yours, more passionately, and he let go of the last bit of control he had left.

One of his hands settled on your waist, drawing you closer, and you leaned in without a second thought. How could you not, when he was kissing you with so much passion, it almost tasted like desperation, until none of you could breathe and yet you kept on kissing, and kissing, and kissing despite your shallow breaths, because you couldn’t get enough, and neither could he…

How could he pull away? How could he stop kissing you when your lips moved perfectly over his, when you tasted so good on his tongue, when you pulled just a little on his hair, when your scent was so intoxicating…

You were kissing, and kissing, and kissing… despite all reason, despite all odds.

And it felt so right.

When you pulled away just for a second to look at him, knowing you would dive back in, his eyes had darkened. And he looked at you like he couldn’t get enough. Like you were everything to him. Like he…

No one had ever kissed you like that…

You hoped he could read the same thing in your gaze, because you felt the same. And he did. The grin that tugged at his lips was the final proof.

When you kissed him again, the gesture was a little more unhurried, a little more certain. Like he took his time now. As if he was reassured.

He still tasted the same though. Like coffee, like the chocolate biscuits you had eaten together, like he couldn’t get enough of you, like tenderness and desire, like…

…like love.

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Taglist : @reg-arcturus-black @sergeantbuckybarnes @wolfmoonmusic @idek-what-to-put @kpicard @rhapsodyonthethames @friendly-philosopher

[haddonfieldwhore]

scary dog privilege pt3- ethan landry

ethan landry x alt! reader

❤️🔪 spoilers for scream 6 🔪❤️

❤️🔪 spoilers for scream 6 🔪❤️

1.6k words // part 2

warnings: mentions of death, language, blood/gore, violence

❥ taglist: @breadbowser @lillunna @fanboyluvr @wroetoslut @gojosbucket @not3rracha @homebyeleven

the six of you that had made it through the night were sitting outside the apartment, those of you with injuries getting patched up in the back of an ambulance. you hadn’t let go of mindys hand since leaving dannys apartment- trying to comfort her at least a little, and you were a little surprised that she didn’t pull away. the paramedics had patched up the cut on her arm, as well as bandaged your shoulder blade and put a small piece of tape on you cheek to hold the cut closed.

you watched as detective bailey, quinn’s dad, came out of the apartment, and started to break down after seeing quinn’s body. sam and tara went to talk to him, and you heard chad mutter under his breath. you looked up to see ethan approaching, ducking under the police tape.

“fuck-“ ethan muttered under his breath.

chad walked over to him and slammed him against the side of a car by his backpack straps.

“where were you man?!” chad demanded.

“wha-when?”

“last night!” chad yelled.

“i - i had econ- you know this!” ethan stuttered.

“bullshit man, you disspapear and my sister almost gets killed!” chad yelled in his face.

“i was in a study hall with a hundred other people. ask any of them,” ethan pleaded, his eyes wide as chad stared him down, before he let go of him. “who…?” ethan asked, noticing the ambulances and the body bag in the alleyway that held anikas body.

“anika- and quinn.” chad told him. his eyes scanned around until they landed on you, and you sent him a small wave. he started walking towards the ambulance.

“mindy, im so sorry-“

“step the fuck back. you’re at the top of my list.” she said.

“i had econ-“ ethan insisted, but she just looked away from him, finally removing her hand from yours. slowly getting out of the back of the ambulance, you walked over to ethan. “a..are you okay?” he asked. “i was in study hall i swear.”

“i believe you.” you said, and a few tears formed in your eyes. “i just … i was so scared.” you admitted, wrapping your arms around his neck and tucking your face into his shoulder. careful not to hurt your bandaged shoulder, ethan’s arms wrapped around your lower back as you cried.

“i’m sorry- fuck, i should’ve been there with you guys.”

“no i- i’m glad you were somewhere safe.” you stuttered. even after only knowing ethan for one day, you cared about him.

“i’m glad you’re okay.” he said, stroking your hair gently.

you and ethan watched as detective bailey, talked to sam and tara, who were then joined by kirby reed, from the fbi, and gale weathers. they motioned for everyone to come over to them, and explained that gale found something related to the first two victims. with mindy shooting a death glare at ethan as she walked by, you grabbed his hand reassuringly, and he smiled slightly, before you followed after the rest of the group.

•

the group arrived at dark movie theatre, clearly not having been in use in years. as the lights came on, you saw display cases and mannequins wearing bloodied clothing, and you noticed morbid drawings next to the cases.

“what is this place?” someone asked.

“it’s a movie theatre”, tara replied.

“not just a movie theatre,” gale added. “it’s a shrine.”

a large garage-like door lifted over a stage at the other end of the room, revealing 9 mannequins wearing ghostface costumes.

“how did they get all this stuff; i mean isn’t this evidence?” tara asked.

“cops like money,” you replied, and detective bailey shot you a look, but you shrugged it off.

“present company excluded of course,” gale added. “but they’re right. and evidence can get lost pretty easily.”

“chad- this is uncle randy’s,” she said, pointing to a video store shirt.

“uhh what exactly am i doing here?” ethan asked. “my alibi checks out.”

“so i can keep an eye on you, roomie,” chad explained, and mindy gestured that she was watching him by pointing her fingers at her eyes and then towards him.

“and… i want you close to me so i can protect you,” you teased, grabbing onto his arm.

“why do i need protecting? what if i need to protect you?” ethan countered, and you heard chad snicker.

“dude,” ethan exclaimed.

“i’m sorry - i’m just saying… i’m a little more scared of ..” chad pointed at you as if you couldn’t see him.

“yeah… a lot more scared,” mindy agreed.

“i’m gonna take that as a compliment,” you said, and mindy smiled.

“i would expect nothing less.”

everyone looked around at the different displays, before sam went over to look at her father, billy’s costume, displayed in the centre of the stage. tara followed after her, and eventually everyone stood on the stage.

“if this was a normal stab movie, this would be the killers lair,” mindy said.

“which means this isn’t a normal stab movie,” kirby decided. tears began to fill tara’s eyes before she ran out of the room, sam chasing after her. mindy and kirby sat on the edge of the stage, and began talking about horror movies, leaving you chad and ethan alone to walk around the theatre displays. chad was occasionally staring at the two of you, and you gave him a death stare when your eyes finally caught his.

“can i help you?” you asked, and you stopped walking, as ethan continued down the display cases, leaving just you and chad.

“no i just… didn’t expect you guys to..”

“to what?”

“i mean at the party when he was checking you out…i didn’t expect someone like you-“

“someone like me? what does that mean?” you snapped, starting to get annoyed, and you could tell that chad regretted saying it.

“i’m sorry,” he said sincerely. “all i meant was, you two seem like.. pretty different. not- not that there’s anything wrong with that!” he stammered after your eyebrow raised. “i didn’t think ethan would actually talk to you, i thought he’d chicken out. he’s been checking you out for months you know,” chad explained, and your expression softened, looking across the room at the curly haired boy who was oblivious to the whole conversation.

“he has?” you asked, kinda more to yourself.

“look, i don’t know you, and these last 2 days have been- really intense. i always thought you were kinda scary or mean- “

“because people think that’s how i am. or they treat me like i’m different and i’ve just….grown tired of it,” chad looked at you sadly,

“i was going to say; but you actually seem pretty cool. and i wish we got off on a better foot,” he extended his hand for you to shake, as a false sort of do over, but he pulled it back teasingly. “unless you’re the killer in which i take it all back.” he smiled, and you shook his hand.

“it’s nice to meet you,” you played along. “and.. yeah same for you.” you laughed. ethan walked back over to you guys, a small smile on his face at the sight of you and chad seemingly getting along. he was going to say something, when detective bailey interrupted, walking into the room with gale.

“i think i have a plan that might help us turn the tables on this creep,” he announced, and you noticed tara and kirby sat up in the balcony seats. sam walked back into the room as well, and everyone listened as bailey went over the plan.

��

the plan, for lack of a better word did not go as planned. you were all sat in the lobby of gale weathers’ apartment building, after the paramedics had taken her to the hospital. using sam and tara as bait in central park, bailey and kirby had tried to get a trace on the killers phone to catch him, but he had anticipated the trap, and went after gale instead; the only one who wasn’t there.

“i’m scared you guys,” mindy admitted. “i really don’t wanna get hurt again.” chad and tara rested their heads on each of her shoulders, curling into her from either side. “i don’t want you getting hurt again either,” she said to chad.

“i know. i know,” he mumbled. ethan wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into his lap.

“maybe he gets to win this time,” sam said, her eyes filling with tears.

“what?” tara asked, sitting up and staring at her sister.

“he wants to punish me. so maybe i let him,” she cried.

“we’re not doing that,” tara shook her head.

“if this is what i have to do to keep you safe, it’s worth it.”

“no, sam. every day you make the decision to protect us. we wouldn’t even be alive if it weren’t for you. you need to let us protect you this time.” chad and mindy nodded in agreement.

“he’s gonna keep coming after us,” mindy spoke.

“isn’t there somewhere safe we could hole up?”

“he’ll just find us again,” tara shook her head. “we could use that though.” she pulled out her phone, calling detective bailey and telling her the plan to trap him somewhere and execute him. your hands fiddled absentmindedly with ethan’s fingers, trying to distract yourself from everything going on.

“hey.. i won’t let anything happen to you,” ethan whispered in your ear, and you smiled sadly before sam announced that you were all taking the subway to the theatre. you just hoped you all made it there in one piece.

[thealogie]

I’ve read Good for a uni course twice, and remember it being quite uneven. It felt tonally disjointed, and like it dragged in places while leaving important things out as well. First reading was ok because of all the emotional impact, but second time it felt really murky and not that well-constructed to me.

Now I watched it on BBC and idk if it was significantly trimmed or what, but it felt much more concise and solid. I read a couple of reviews while it was running, because I thought I might be able to go, and they seemed not excessively enthusiastic about the staging and direction, like they were not clear enough. I thought the opposite! Yeah, maybe the reduced cast plays better in close up than in a big theatre where at least nuances in Sharon Small’s acting might be lost, but overall I really thought it made the play much more understandable and impactful.

Acting was really on point, and it felt so well constructed between the three of them, for lack of a better word.  Like, they all had different ‘jobs’ to do in the play, different challenges, beautifully tuned into each other’s. Sharon Small had to be this incredible chameleon and provide some air to the show, which could’ve felt too tight and claustrophobic with only 3 player, I think. Elliot Levey was absolutely the heart of the whole thing, he provided the immediate emotional impact and he got to be as touching and vulnerable as any actor could be on stage, he was the one who made you tear up. And Tennant had the overarching job to show this steady, nuanced, slow descent into moral hell, which was the one that made you think. He was the chilling one. I thought it was so well shared between the three of them, kudos to the director who thought of that, and of course, to the company who managed to become so attuned to each other and do such a wonderful collaborative job!

This is the type of theatre review I eat up with a spoon. I genuinely love when a play is kind of eh on paper but then a smart director is able to cut and reshape it into something with intent and a smart cast is able to bring different angles to it. Elliot Levey/Sharon Small/David Tennant is such an insane cast. I feel like they could breathe life into anything. Cannot wait to watch it.

[stillshehauntsme]

Alice in Wonderland - Movie archive

(This has sat in my drafts since 2018 but *somebody* wanted to see it and I can't link to unpublished drafts so here we are)

I think there is a list out there somewhere but when I last saw it it was rather outdated so I thought I’ll make my own.

I tried to gather all the movie adaptations of Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland here.

1903 - Alice in Wonderland

First ever movie adaptation, directed by Cecil Hepworth. Alice is played by Mary Clark. About 9 minutes survived out of original 12, sadly.

Language: silent   

Watch here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zeIXfdogJbA

1910 - Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland

This one is often said to be lost but it’s on youtube... Made by the Edison Manufacturing Company, stars Gladys Hulette as Alice. The character designs are Tenniel-based, they are live-action versions of the original illustrations.

Language: silent  

Watch here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aJxPDs8Q--Y

1915 - Alice in Wonderland

First American adaptation. Viola Savoy as Alice, director W.W. Young. The animal costumes are pretty amazing in this one.

Language: silent

Watch here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eSQ2w9WeNDQ

1931 - Alice in Wonderland

Small budget film. Stars Ruth Gilbert as Alice, who is really sweet and stares at the camera a scary lot. Never got popular but it’s great...

Language: English

Watch here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jH24yRuHfEU

1933 - Alice in Wonderland

A Paramount Pictures production, it was the ,,official live action version”. It was big really when it came out. Charlotte Henry as Alice.

Language: English

Watch here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WY7M42Fk9Qo

1934 - Betty in Blunderland

A Betty Boop film. Betty falls asleep while doing an Alice in Wonderland jigsaw puzzle, end up in Wonderland and sings and dances with the classic characters.

Watch here (original): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lf6RohRVKBY

Watch here (colorized): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SRhBtRaIKc4

1949 - Alice au Pays des Merveilles

This might be the first colorful Alice movie. Really interesting animation. Was banned in Britain for a while because they thought the Queen of Hearts was a mockery of Queen Victoria. Carol Marsh as Alice.

Language: French / English

Watch here (Fr): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4jPbelf_-XM

Watch here (En): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rA-WJFK3DgU

1951 - Alice in Wonderland

The good old Disney classic. Not much to say here. I was horrified to death by this movie as a child, fun fact.

Language: Originally English

Watch here: https://kisscartoon.ac/Cartoon/Alice-in-Wonderland/Movie?id=1967 (warning, site is full of ads, don’t click anything - most of them will be very NSFW)

1954 - Kraft Television Theatre’s Alice in Wonderland

A recording of a live performance, but still technically a film. The Kraft Television Theatre was a TV series that presented different plays each week. Robin Morgan as Alice.

Language: English

Watch here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w-ka4honG5s

1955 - Alice in Wonderland

A TV adaptation of the 1932 Broadway version. A shame that most of it is lost, it looked lovely based on the couple of minutes of it I could find.

Watch here (first three minutes): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d1dkSEULhkU

1966 - Alice in Wonderland (or What's a Nice Kid Like You Doing in a Place Like This?)

I could find the audio but not the animation of this one, apparently it has never been released on video or dvd or anything. The usual story, characters singing and stuff.

Listen here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RY1y36Eks6Q

1966 - Alice in Wonderland

Jonathan Miller’s Alice is something else. It’s surreal and creepy and confusing and beautiful, all that without any costumes. Now I might be a tiny bit biased because I love the heck out of this movie, haha.

Watch here: https://vimeo.com/84173613

1972 - Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland

This one is very fairytale-like, and instead of fictional Alice, Alice Liddell herself is the one dreaming the dream. We even get to see Carroll as a character.  It won a whole bunch of awards.

Watch here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kz6YdGgGoYA

1973 - Alice in Wonderland (Festival of Family Classics episode)

A little animated thing that used to air on children’s TV channels.

Watch here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PVxw4MFSQWQ

1976 - Alice in Wonderland: An X-Rated Musical Comedy

Exactly what it says on the tin. It’s porn but it’s Alice in Wonderland and they sing. Goes without saying, don’t watch if you are underage.

Watch here: https://www7.fmovies.se/film/alice-in-wonderland-an-x-rated-musical-fantasy.7798/m  (don’t click on ads or anything if you don’t want your computer dead)

1981 - Alisa v Strane Chudes

An animated film from the USSR. Really pretty art, surreal colors.

Watch here (Russian with English subtitles): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5oym9aw-Iso

1982 - Alisa v Zazerkale

Second part of the previous on the list, based on the second Alice book, with the same peculiar animation.

Watch here (Russian): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dEP4vX0ISHI

1982 - Alice at the Palace

A TV recording of Elizabeth Swados’s musical. Stars Meryl Streep as Alice.

Watch here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=90Y15Crljk4

1982 - Alicja

A very odd live action musical adaptation of the original story. It only took the symbolism of Wonderland, not the plot. Alice is all grown up, and falls for a man named Rabbit. The plot is difficult to follow, oftentimes makes no sense. TW: suicide attempt.

Watch here (English with Polish subtitles): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OgZYzG96RKQ

1983 - Alice in Wonderland

The old Broadway version. Very true to the original book. Young Kate Burton as a lovely Alice.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=69BootOOHLk

1983 - Fushigi no Kuni no Arisu

An anime series based on both Alice books. Was very popular in Asia.

Watch all episodes here (English): https://kissanime.ac/Anime/Alice-in-Wonderland-Dub/

1985 - Alice in Wonderland

Anglia TV’s miniseries. Live action meets puppets. Uses the original dialogue and word from the books.

Watch here:

Episode 1: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bwugRCVjBIo

Episode 2: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zs7GgvU-15g

Episode 3: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-erJ-2TYJn0

Episode 4: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lkvpTLnCv7s

Episode 5: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hKG4EJc653A&t=2s

1985 - Alice in Wonderland

This one was made for television, colorful and lovely sets and costumes.

Watch here (English with Portugese subtitles):

Part 1: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BKkv3pAJ0x0&t=5s

Part 2: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OThIhfsUnHI

1985 - Dreamchild

This movie is from the point of view of old Alice Liddell (now Mrs Haregraves), and how she begins to remember her childhood, Lewis Carroll, and Wonderland. TW: pedophilia - nothing explicit, but it made me very uncomfortable so thought I’d mention.

Watch here: https://www7.fmovies.se/film/dreamchild.jv1q2/1zyv4p (again, don’t click on ads or anything if you don’t want your computer dead)

1986 - Alice in Wonderland

A BBC miniseries in four parts by Barry Letts.

I could not find it online.

1987 - Alice Through the Looking Glass

Only slightly based on the book, an Australian animated film.

Watch here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lS24PF182V0

1988 - Alice in Wonderland

Another Australian animation. The same company produced it as the 1987 Through The Looking Glass.

Watch here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=86p1eC6IPCE

1988 - Něco z Alenky / Alice

A Czech movie. Not a sweet fairytale, but something actually out of a dream. Surreal, creepy, strange. Personal favorite. :)

Watch here (Czech with English subtitles): https://www7.fmovies.se/film/alice.n1zk/pw23xj (again, don’t click on anything)

1995 - Alice in Wonderland

Another animated version, by Jetlag Producions. Alice wears pink. The animation style is exactly the same as in the old My Little Pony movies, or at least that’s what it remind me of...

Watch here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qfRAL0AgzGs&t=68s

1998 - Alice Through The Looking Glass

Family fantasy movie, very true to it’s genre, colorful, a bit tacky. This time Alice is a mother who falls asleep while reading a bedtime story.

Watch here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tGM7aiQkAAI

1999 - Alice in Wonderland

The special effects are slowly starting to catch up to Carroll’s imagination. They tried and they succeeded but I feel like they tried too hard... Oh also it’s nearly three hours long.

Watch here: https://www7.fmovies.se/film/alice-in-wonderland.xjpo3/my13jz (don’t click the ads)

2010 - Alice in Wonderland

Tim Burton’s version. ,,Nineteen-year-old Alice returns to the magical world from her childhood adventure, where she reunites with her old friends and learns of her true destiny.”

Watch here: https://watchcartoonsonline.la/watch-alice-in-wonderland-2010-full-movie/ (don’t click ads and close pop-up windows quickly)

2015 - CBeebies Alice in Wonderland

A TV recording of an Alice in Wonderland children’s show.

Watch here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dq6FO0Q3D6w

[laidee-flegman]

30 cute date-night ideas that won't break the bank

Picnic in the Park: Grab a blanket, some snacks, and enjoy the great outdoors.

DIY Pizza Night: Make your own pizzas with all the toppings you love.

Netflix & Chill (Literally): Build a fort and binge-watch your favourite shows.

Board Game Battle: Dust off those old board games or grab a new one for some friendly competition.

Stargazing: Head to a spot away from city lights and get lost in the stars.

Food Truck Frenzy: Hit up some local food trucks for a mini taste adventure.

Artistic Adventure: Try your hand at painting or pottery together.

Hiking Excursion: Explore nature trails and enjoy each other's company.

Bike Ride: Pedal your way through the neighbourhood or a scenic trail.

Trivia Night: Find a local pub or join an online trivia game for some brainy fun.

Thrift Store Treasure Hunt: Seek out unique finds in a thrift store.

Ice Cream Sundae Bar: Get creative with toppings and make your own sundaes.

Movie Marathon: Pick a theme and binge-watch a series of movies.

Outdoor Movie Night: Set up a makeshift outdoor theatre in your backyard.

Cook-Off Challenge: Have a friendly competition to see who can cook the best dish.

Bookstore Browse: Explore a bookstore together and pick out books for each other.

Karaoke Night: Belt out your favourite tunes at a karaoke joint or in the living room.

Farmers Market Date: Discover fresh produce and unique goodies at a local farmers market.

Mini Golf: Putt your way through a mini-golf course for some light-hearted fun.

Home Spa Night: Pamper yourselves with DIY spa treatments.

Volunteer Together: Give back to the community by volunteering your time.

Fondue Feast: Dip your favourite foods into a gooey pot of melted goodness.

Coffee Shop Chat: Grab a cup of joe and have a cosy conversation.

Beach Day: Enjoy the sun, sand, and each other's company.

Photo Scavenger Hunt: Create a list of items to find and snap pics together.

Binge-Worthy Podcasts: Listen to interesting podcasts while chilling at home.

Outdoor Exercise Class: Join a free outdoor yoga or fitness class.

DIY Sushi Night: Roll your own sushi for a delicious and interactive dinner.

Visit a Free Museum Day: Check out local museums on free admission days.

Fishing Fun: If you're near water, try your luck with a fishing adventure.

[lukethompsondaily]

He is best known for Netflix hit Bridgerton, but Luke Thompson’s theatre pedigree encompasses Shakespeare, Greek tragedy and Ivo van Hove’s marathon A Little Life. He talks to Fergus Morgan about his passion for the stage and his worries for its future

Luke Thompson might have shot to stardom thanks to his role as Benedict in Netflix’s smash-hit series Bridgerton, but the 35-year-old actor is most at home on stage.

“I spectate on myself,” Thompson says. “I always have done. It’s been a bit painful in my life. And the only place on earth it doesn’t happen is on stage when someone else is spectating instead and so I don’t have to worry. You’re watching me so I don’t have to watch myself. I feel free. Those are the best moments of my life.”

Fortunately, Thompson has not been short of stage work. Born in Southampton in 1988, he grew up just outside Paris, returning to the UK to study English and drama at the University of Bristol, before training at RADA. He landed his first job almost immediately after graduating in 2013: playing Lysander in Dominic Dromgoole’s staging of A Midsummer Night’s Dream at Shakespeare’s Globe in London.

Since then, alongside screen roles in BBC One’s In the Club and Bridgerton, Thompson has starred in Julius Caesar at the Globe, Oresteia and Hamlet – opposite Andrew Scott – at London’s Almeida, and King Lear and A Little Life in the West End. Both he and co-star James Norton were nominated for Olivier awards for their performances in Ivo van Hove’s acclaimed adaptation of Hanya Yanagihara’s hard-hitting novel.

“A Little Life was such an intense experience,” Thompson says. “Intense in a good way, I mean. The material was very bleak, but acting is always pleasurable because you are indulging in a fantasy, even if it’s a dark one, and that is inherently fun.”

Thompson also thinks that theatre has lost some of its belief in itself. “Theatre is supposed to be provocative. I’m not on social media, but I think it can be very aggressive and vicious, and I think theatres cave to that a bit. Deep down, theatre is the opposite of social media. It is about people being in a room, exchanging opinions and emotions. I worry that social media is spoiling that a bit, which is a shame.”

What production made you fall in love with theatre?

I remember standing in the Yard at Shakespeare’s Globe in 2009 and watching Thea Sharrock’s production of As You Like It, and thinking: ‘Oh, wow, this is really funny and it actually works. When done simply and confidently, Shakespeare still speaks to us today.’ For my first job to be at the Globe a few years later was magical.

What are you finding inspiring at the moment?

I love watching Ivo [van Hove]’s company do stuff. There is something so wild about the acting in his shows. We get very bogged down with facts in this country, but Ivo understands the dream logic of plays. Some of the most moving things I’ve seen don’t completely make sense. I find that inspiring.

What do you wish you could change about the performing arts industry?

I wish theatre had more confidence. Right now, it feels unsure about how useful it is and about how taboo, complex and provocative it should be. I feel as though theatre has lost confidence in its societal function.

What is the worst thing that has happened to you on stage?

There was a scene in A Little Life in which James ran around naked for a bit, then I would bring him clothes. During one show, I couldn’t find his underpants, so I just brought him his trousers and he put them on. But I forgot that people pulled his trousers off again later and they were expecting him to be wearing underpants. James knew it was coming and I knew it was coming and we couldn’t look at each other for the rest of the play. I hope he doesn’t mind me telling that story. It was so funny.

What is the best thing that has happened to you on stage?

There are so many. That sounds naff but I don’t care. I love the challenge of going on stage night after night and trying to make something feel alive in front of an audience.

What role do you really want to play?

I would work with Ivo again at the drop of a hat. And there are loads and loads of roles I would love to play. I did a reading of a rewriting of The Seagull the other day. The role of Konstantin is really beautiful. I’d love to play that. I’d love to play Iago one day, too. Of course, I’d love to play Hamlet but it’s boring to say that.

What projects are you involved in at the moment?

I’m playing Berowne in Emily Burns’ production of Love’s Labour’s Lost with the Royal Shakespeare Company. She has set it on a Polynesian island owned by these big tech billionaires like Mark Zuckerberg or Elon Musk, of which I am one. It’s a really smart concept that unlocks a lot of very interesting stuff in the play. Season three of Bridgerton is coming out in May and June, too. And we will be filming season four soon after that. There’s a lot still to come.

Source: The Stage