#When i make all my writings on here based off bea songs then what.

[fairysongs]

yall this song…. my brain is buzzing a spencer reid fic rn….. Will Be Working On This Tonight After Work…

[streetkid-named-desire]

Who else would ever stay?

In the Writers of Night City server we're doing weekly writing challenges based around songs from our various OC playlists. The first one was Marked for Death by Emma Ruth Rundle. (743 words, it's short so not linking just under the cut if you wanna read it)

<You're not doing this alone, V. Yeah, I wanted to be in my own body or at peace. But knowing I wasn't killing you anymore?> V swallowed hard and looked across at Johnny. <I don't wanna kill you again.>

"I'll give you a moment alone, V. Please, read it," Dr. Yamamoto squeezed V's shoulder once, an attempt at reassurance, before gently closing the office door behind him. V rolled the small shard across his knuckles. He didn't have the courage to slot it in.

<It's my fate too.> Johnny flickered into the chair across from V and kicked his feet up on the desk, stacks of paper files phasing through his body.

V let the shard rest on his thumb knuckle and looked down at it. The red and black piece of plastic held the whole world for V, his future, his happiness, his fate. Johnny's fate.

He had started getting Relic attacks again. He was able to ignore them and hide them from Bea. Until she woke up and he was half off the bed, unconscious, dried blood from his nose and mouth caked on his face and the floor. One hand outstretched like he was crawling, clawing at something.

<You're not doing this alone, V. Yeah, I wanted to be in my own body or at peace. But knowing I wasn't killing you anymore?>

V swallowed hard and looked across at Johnny.

<I don't wanna kill you again.>

V slotted in the shard and read the report that displayed on his retinal field.

And Johnny disappeared.

The waiting room was empty except for a receptionist typing away at a terminal and the woman he'd kill for, die for, and live for. Bea was bouncing her leg up and down, a nervous habit she picked up from V. She was the one that called Dr. Yamamoto and she was the one that convinced him to come back to his clinic. Her face brightened into a false optimism when she saw him walking towards her. They'd both been close to death before, but the way she looked down at him from the cold shower, both fully clothed, slapping his face to wake him up. The cold water masked the tears, but it didn't hide the puffiness around her eyes or the red across her nose and cheeks.

She stood up, but he motioned for her to sit back down. He crouched down in front of her at first before the weight of it all crashed into him and he sat on the floor and put his head in her lap. He wrapped his arms around her legs and she stroked his hair.

"My metabolism can't keep up with what amounts to both of our brains in one," V started.

Bea placed her other hand on his shoulder and continued stroking his hair back. Her nails lightly scratched his scalp as he liked, but his body couldn't muster the chemicals of comfort and pleasure that triggered goosebumps in response.

"I have to choose," V said and Bea's breath hitched.

"The doc can try to re-route it, make it eat Johnny's more than my own, but you remember what he said. They're all so packed in, ain't no brain surgery advanced enough to precisely…" he trailed off.

Johnny flickered to life in the chair next to Bea and rest his head on her shoulder. V looked up at him, realizing how soaked her pants were from his tears.

"Or we see how it plays out. Roll the dice and see whose neurons fry the most."

"Look at me," Bea said.

V got on his knees and she cradled his face in both of her hands. She wiped the tears from his cheeks with her thumbs. "What does he want?"

V looked over at Johnny. <Your call. I said it from the beginning, I don't want you to die.>

"Would you be upset if I said I wanted to roll the dice?" V's lower lip quivered.

Bea shook her head, "I'm here to the end, Eitan."

V's shoulders shook as he choked back a sob hearing his Hebrew name.

Bea held his hand as they checked out at the reception desk. A cold metal hand slithered its way into his empty one. V looked over at Johnny who gave a reassuring squeeze.

<Wanna bet on who wins?> Johnny flashed a grin, genuine mischief back in his eyes, and V hadn't felt more sure of a decision since he fell in love with Bea. Because he realized he loved Johnny, too. Never in a romantic sense, but something deeper, deeper than his love for Bea.

<Brothers in arms, V.>

V, Johnny, <and Bea>, against the world.

[blueeyedgrlwrites]

Alright kids. I spent 24 straight hours watching RWRB on loop (not kidding). And the only reason it wasn't more was because my dog decided to lay on the remote and turn the TV off late last night. She got glared at rather harshly for all of 3 seconds before my rational brain kicked in and told me, "Yes, Meg, you do actually need to sleep. You are closer to 40 than 20."

So with that, as I once again rewatch the RWRB movie, let's have some thoughts on book to movie adaptations from a fandom grandma, shall we?

First, Casey's book is beloved by so many and for all the right reasons. They gave us an iconically beautiful and unapologetic queer love story with characters that you love, get frustrated with, laugh both at and with, cheer for, and roll your eyes at as they stumble around figuring out this whole queer-in-the-public-eye thing and I don't care who you are, I'd imagine that's going to be tough for any public figure at any age.

Casey also gives us fleshed out and sometimes interwoven storylines with June, Nora, Pez, Luna, Bea, et al. Because writing allows for that to develop. There's no time or page limit on a book. The only limit to the book is the writer's imagination. It's an artistic medium that allows for more intricacies and interactions between the various characters (looking at Alex and Ellen and the PowerPoint, and Alex and Bea and "I love him on purpose").

I loved the book first, and I will continue to love the book above all else.

But book to movie adaptations are never going to be the same. They simply can't be the same. They have a finite amount of time to fill. They can't develop intricate storylines, which is why we see no June, no Luna, little of Percy, Alex's parents being married instead of divorced, nothing on Bea's addiction, and why we have little bastards like Miguel to still fill the main event that brings both Alex and Henry out into the public as their true, authentic selves.

The best book to movie adaptations are those that stay true to the plot. It's going to be faster paced because there's 2-2.5 hours in which to tell the story and all the main events have to be hit in that time. It's why we see the texting montage, and why the emails are done via voice over.

They honor the characters by not only keeping them as they are in the books, but in doing right by them as well. That includes casting the right people, and Taylor and Nick were far and away the best Alex and Henry.

Any creator who has ever created anything based on a book, movie, TV series, video game, etc. knows that when you take something that is already out there, you put your vision to the story. And that's what Matthew did with the movie. He made it his love letter to Henry and Alex, and Henry and Alex only. And while he surely had input from Casey, ultimately it was his vision that had to be realized in the movie.

Movie adaptations can also give you some wonderful added moments. And here we get to see Henry's struggle as well as Alex's. Because movies can be told from different points of view, even if the source material isn't. Ellen's powerpoint wasn't included, but it was referenced and that is just as important.

So many moments, from Alex and Henry's first kiss, to the conversation with Alex's dad, to Henry's soliloquy to Alex in the middle of the night at KP are still pulled word-for-word straight from the book.

We may not have "I love him on purpose." But we do have, "I'll break the sound barrier for you."

We don't get "Your Song" but we do get "Can't Help Falling in Love" and both are equally appropriate for what Alex and Henry have.

We get to keep, "history huh? Bet we could make some."

And we get to see Henry fight for himself and question why the established norms of a 21st century monarchy need to continue the way they've always been, rather than have his mum swoop in and save the day. And that is fucking brilliant character growth my friends.

No movie is ever going to be a scene by scene rehash of a book, no matter how beloved it is, and no matter how enthusiastically all of us shout that we would absolutely sit for a 10 hour movie of every little thing TYVM. But as long as it is there to be an ode to the original, to compliment it, then that's all you can ask for. And it's all you should ask for.

[moondustaeil]

If your moots (or blogs you want to be mutuals with) were fanfics, what would they be? I personally think you'd be a 'royalty au, protective brother king!Kun × princess/prince!reader × suitor!Sangyeon' fanfic! 📚

You just seem very mature and put-together to me.

hihi, my love!! This was so nice to do even if it took a long time, I loved it so thank you. Also thank you for saying what fic I would be, I wish I could live in that fic 🥺💙

If you’re not in here, I’m so sorry, I’ll still add you if you want or next time someone asks me this, I’ll add you!

you can find the fics and moots under the cut! I didn’t go in any particular order, just who popped in my mind at what moment and émi last bc she’s my world yes. This is way longer than expected

@sunhyuck

Au: soulmates 

Pairing: wanderer!Haechan x Kei 

Backstory: ever since Donghyuck accidentally met eyes with a stranger on the street, he is greeted with sunflowers scattered along his path. Young sunflowers dance under the sun, turning to the source of warmth and light. Just like the sun is all you've been gazing at ever since you walked on the same path as your soulmate. 

Why: because I truly think of Kei as one of the people I'll always go to and when thinking about soulmates, I think of people who find each other and accept each other despite different lives. That I will connect to the weird variety of subjects we talked about. I love you, my angel (if you're reading this). 

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@neo-cult-ure 

Au: demonic entities , haunted house , roommates 

Pairing: composer!Taeyong x journalist!Ley 

Backstory: Taeyong has been shouting over his music to you for over half a year, almost begging you to dedicate a column to him and his music. When his equipment starts picking up the strange noises coming from the house, it becomes clear that the clock hasn't been stopping at 3:19am for nothing. With Taeyong discovering the entity living among you, you decide to dedicate the article to Taeyong and your invisible roommate. 

Why: do I even need to explain, this queen owns horror and the horror concept. She's the one I'll bow to because I owe her a lot and she's freaking talented.

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@ceruleanskies 

Au: secret relationship 

Pairing: soloist!Yuta x stylist!Kai 

Backstory: ever since Yuta appeared on the red carpet with a short haircut, fans hunt for the person that made the decision to get rid of his mullet. All fingers point towards you, stylist of Nakamoto Yuta, from each finger a new opinion flows into your ears: too short, not the right colour, better looking with the mullet. Though one finger shoots the arrow right in the heart "they're dating." 

Why: because I truly adore Kai even though I'm way too scared to actually tell, I don't want to mess up and make her think that I'm some kind of weird person. In my eyes, she sparkles through my screen. 

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@neonun-au 

Au: dating app 

Pairing: photographer!Johnny x Mads 

Backstory: just like he with a button alters between the different pictures on his camera, Johnny alters between the different profiles, swiping them in his desired direction. That's how you strand in his life and mostly his camera roll: the pictures he takes, one by one, capture you. 

Why: because even though we don't know each other well, I truly want to capture her in my memory and think about the smiles I had on my face when reading her messages. 

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@flowerhyucky 

Au: arranged by fate (you can call this soulmates but I'm calling this arranged by fate)  

Pairing: Hendery x Ana 

Backstory: one day, the flowering plant amaranthus caudatus settles itself in the middle of an empty field. Another day, someone else's birth flower is planted next to the amaranthus caudatus. The young miracles of nature grow just as their owners do, however, they don't bloom until the love between you and Hendery starts to bloom. 

Why: I really like Ana and her URL actually inspired the story, I could write so many adorable aus to fit her but nothing would compare. I truly like her vibes and her personality is so beautiful, like wow. 

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@smileyjaeminies 

Au: university , writer 

Pairing: writing student!Jaemin x student!Alex 

Backstory: exam season is closer than expected for you, with only a few days to go until you scribble your knowledge down on the exam sheet and a week to go until you need to hand in your paper. However, someone is willing you help you with that paper. Na Jaemin, student and writer who seems to have more control over his life than the earth has over global warming. As the word document increases in pages, so does your liking towards the young writer. 

Why: I met Alex thanks to thesunnyshow that we're both co-admins of, and it immediately felt as if we were friends. Alex helped me through the screen when I fell off my bike (yes haha, a 21-year-old one took the wrong brake) and I try to make it work when she's busy with uni but we have a shift. So I think we're a great team and that's why I picked this au. 

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@fruityutas 

Au: broken relationship 

Pairing: Taeil x Emily 

Backstory: "Can I go on?" Taeil asks himself every morning, gazing upon your sheet-covering body as you drown in the world of sleep. The wind howls outside the window, and Taeil wishes the wind would push you towards him, but the soft blowing only pulls you further away from him. You feel a soft breath against your neck, the soft lips murmuring "without you, there's no way." 

Why: I don't know why I chose this particular plot, maybe it was because I was listening to a song and based it on that. Initially, I wanted to go for a cheerful and happy plot that reminded me of her URL, but I ended up with angst. I remember we had this talk about angst and went from that. Also, I adore her so much, I probably expressed that once in a gc already but I'm saying it again. 

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@afishcalledfatin 

Au: friends to lovers

Pairing: Jungwoo x Fatin 

Backstory: for as long as you can remember, you've been friends with Kim Jungwoo. In your childhood and teenage years, the term BFFs would be engraved in each object you gave to each other, but now that you two are adults, life is different. You want to give him the world because he deserves everything, he wants to give you love because his heart is longing for yours. 

Why: because she feels like a friend that I've had for years, we don't always talk but when we do, it just feels like we've been friends since forever. I love that a lot about her and I love how easy she is to approach and talk to, she's a true darling. 

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@heartyyjeno 

Au: strangers to lovers 

Pairing: Sungchan x Alesha 

Backstory: trainee life is tough for Sungchan, even thinking about having to walk for over half an hour to get to the dance studio is something Sungchan stopped looking forward to. However, he meets you on his way, walking along the same path to get to a different location. One step a day with you along his side is all it takes for him to look forward to it again, to walking with you and getting to know you better. 

Why: because Alesha is a great friend and we, unfortunately, don't talk as much as we used to, but that doesn't take away I'm always there for her and she's always there for me. Sungchan's walk resembles the many different talks that we had together and not all of them were fun, but we walked the path together.

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@jimjamjaemin 

Au: youtuber , vlogger 

Pairing: vlogger!Mark x vlogger!Mona 

Backstory: Mark and you have been a couple for over a year, with the growing interest in your relationship, you and Mark start a YouTube channel. From a look in the life to fun challenges, you and Mark take over the crown of cute YouTube couples. 

Why: Mona and i didn't meet in the best situation, we started to talk when there was quite some drama in the fandom. But I love Mona and the thing she made me for my birthday reminded me of an editor which led me to a youtuber au!

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@chaoticdeobi 

Au: bakery/coffee shop (bc how can I not, she kicked me out of the coffee queue) 

Pairing: soft-spoken!New x coffee shop owner!Bea 

Backstory: the coffee quote that hangs inside your coffee shop, is something that Chanhee cites every day. With a soft voice, he orders his coffee and then flashes you his smile when you proceed to tell him that the cookie is on the house. As you bring the coffee to his table, the last minute of your shift ticks by, and when you sit with him, you start your shift as girlfriend. 

Why: I literally love love love Bea, sometimes she reminds me of a soft-spoken person and other times she reminds me of a chaotic deobi. I still laugh to myself thinking about our talks, thinking about having fun together. We don't get to talk as much as I'd like, but when we do, I wish we could talk forever. 

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@juyeonzz

Au: criminal , badass , something chique  

Pairing: criminal!Jacob x partner in crime!Qiu

Backstory: pointing the gun at his future victim, Jacob awaits your return. You explore the house: tugging at knobs of money-filled drawers, opening jewellery-clad treasures. But you are looking for the key to Jacob's heart, a golden key dusted with scratches, poisoned with old blood from when someone else locked his heart and pulled the key out harshly. 

Why: because Qiu really gives me chique and sad vibes, when I think about her, I think about a longing feeling described with poetic words. Qiu wasn't my first mutual but if I need to mention my first mutuals, there's a big chance I'll include her because it feels like she was one of the first people I got close to. 

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@atbzkingdom

Au: dream 

Pairing: Haknyeon x Dee

Backstory: if Haknyeon were to have one more day on this earth, how would be spend it? He would make a timetable of which you are the only returning factor, because he would like to drown himself in time with you. Twenty-four hours in which he is the sun that illuminates each part of the world, the world that is you, rotating until the sun is replaced by the moon. 

Why: I don't know Dee that well because we haven't talked overly much, but whenever I think about her, I think about references with the earth, sun and moon or natural things. She's just a sweet person, and it seems really natural to talk to her! 

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@127-mile

Au: muse , painting 

Pairings: Ten x Émi (but there's also Renjun in here)

Backstory: from the brush that Renjun manoeuvres, droplets of paint colour the blank canvas in a self-made story. Ten, the master that learned Renjun how to portray his muse, is now standing next to Émi, the young woman returning in each painting of Ten. Never had they stood next to each other: artist and muse. Never had they consciously smiled at each other. Never had they been real. Until now. Immortalised on the canvas, Ten hugs his Émi, they might both be droplets of paint with a shadow, but behind the canvas Renjun bids farewell to his last painting. His tear streaks the painting, blurring the line between reverie and reality 

Why: because Émi and Renjun are both my muses in life and writing, creatively but also in daily things. I proclaim my love for Émi a lot but that never takes away how genuine it is, because I genuinely love her and sometimes it seems so surreal that she's in my life. Sometimes I'm afraid that she's a dot, a droplet of paint that will fade by time until I have no more remains of her. But however long we have left, I will cherish and love her each day just like she loves Ten (isn't that a sad love story, I literally cried for like five minutes after this 😂)

[zettasserda]

How the Mighty Fall (in love) - (1/2)

Poppy x MC

words: 1,662

rating: m (swearing)

a/n: alright so as i’ve said in the sneak peak, i’m not a writer and when i do write, it’s rarely so bear with me. i had this idea concept of a confrontation between poppy and mc that happens in the bathroom while mc is being already late to kingsley’s class and poppy wants to have some fun with her. 

i hope ya’ll enjoy

Sitting on the toilet and doing her thing, Bea looks around searching for any trace of vandalism. A graffiti here, a renaissance inspired dick drawing there and maybe even a letter plus another letter carved into the wooden bathroom stall - the ultimate modern symbol of love. All of the artistic things she had easily found in at her previous college and grown to love.

She zones back in as she hears someone enter the bathroom, stopping at the sink. Realizing she was done with her thing, she dresses back up and pushes the door open, exiting the stall.

And the person that stands in front of the mirror like on a fucking fashion show, is none other than the Bloody Mary herself. It makes Bea suppresses a shudder, as she approaches the sink.

"I wouldn't want to inhale radioactive particles emerging from your way, villager." Poppy states not even bothering to look at the other girl as she puts her fabulous cherry lip gloss on. Bea rolls her eyes at that, but moves to the next sink in the row. She does a small curtsy in Poppy's direction, which makes the blonde glance annoyingly at the girl's reflection in the mirror.

"Weren't those outlawed in the eighties for being totally lame? I mean, your whole look is so depressing. I may actually be dead right now." The Queen B points the tip of her lip gloss at the new girl's brown sneakers as she gestures at them.

Bea lets out a low hum of disappointment as she turns the faucet on and starts washing her hands, but doesn't ever bother to glance at the blonde.

Her lack of response brought a certain amount of impatience and displeasure on the shorter girl's face, as she taps her foot a few times disapprovingly against the bathroom floor. She checks herself out in the mirror as she starts speaking again.

"Everything about you screams pig mud. It's exhausting to look at you." Poppy pushes, continuing to delicately trace her lips using her favorite beauty weapon. Bea sighs as she finally gives in and pleases the girl with a remark and a question of her own.

"Do you ever get tired tearing other people down?" She prompts the blonde.

"No, not really." Poppy answers nonchalantly as she finally finishes putting her lip gloss on, not before letting out a small pop. There is a short-lived silence between them, until surprisingly Bea cuts the haunting but weirdly satisfying tension first.

"What, no oompa loompas in their Loubuttons following your spoiled ass around today?" Bea throws a curious glance over at the Queen B, wiping her hands with a paper towel nearby.

Poppy glares at the taller's girl reflection on the mirror, shoving the lip gloss in her handbag more hastily than intended. God, this woman infuriated her. Realizing that silence was her only answer, Bea continues pushing and the roles reverse, as they always do. She thrives on testing the other girl, knowing she is the only one who can put her back where she belongs. And it is beautiful and freeing - a great revelation in Bea's life.

"Are they finally aware of the fact that you sleep in a casket and live off the blood of villagers?

She smirks at the blonde after disposing the used paper towel in a trash can, never letting her gaze wander off of the other girl. Bea expects an answer - no, not an answer, more of a snarl, an animalistic growl. She certainly had a lot of training from all that yelling at the poor maids.

"Or maybe they're still chained up at the wall in your hidden dungeon." The new girl folds her arms over her chest as turns to fully face Poppy, lifting her left brow, "When do you take them out for a quick walk?"

This gets her attention, as Poppy turns almost too quickly around to finally lock eyes with Bea.

"Don't be jealous at the fact that I actually do have friends here. And your only known way of making them is snorkeling with Becky the cow in vicious, underhanded local gossip and rolling around in mud." She belts it out like a song and Bea lets herself chuckle at that, because how can she not at the bratty girl?

But the bratty girl doesn't plan on stopping there.

"Also that lame version of Janelle Monae girlfriend of yours is gonna drag your rep down like an anchor to the depths of Freaksville." Bea's sudden smug smile turned cold stare can cut Poppy's petite figure in half, as the blonde only snickers at that motion.

"I mean, how damaged does a girl have to be, to be into someone as annoying as you, Fetus Face." She snorts as she concludes her voiced thoughts.

This fucking girl, both of them think at the same time.

Bea continues staring at her as if she was analyzing a brilliant cut diamond, until she opens her mouth.

"Oh wow, pretty little liar isn't even aware of the fact that her minions don't see her as anything more than a self-proclaimed magnet for popularity and reputation based on levels of fear factor." Bea uncrosses her arms and starts waving her hands in the air as if she was demonstrating a rather unknown history fact to her class. Across from her, Poppy furrows her eyebrows down so hard luckily they don't combust on the girl's face right there.

"What the fuck are you babbling about, treasure trail? They're my friends, they listen to me, they care-" She tries to simultaneously stop Newbie from saying whatever next she had planned and anger-management her way through the girl's sarcastic tone and elaboration.

This time, Newbie doesn't plan on stopping herself.

"Do they really listen to you? Maybe your wallet more? Or maybe you offer some weird sexual fantasies equal to dark fetishes of a sloppy divorced businessman in exchange for a rank level up." She moves a step towards Poppy, who doesn't back down yet, even if she probably wants to vomit at the already close proximity between the two of them. Bea continues pushing, "Maybe the possibility of you throwing a hissy fit when it doesn't go your way which results in somehow expelling innocent students and your so called friends, lingers in their mind every time they look at you, Tinkerbitch."

Poppy seems distraugh as she looks at the brunette hesitantly.

Struck a nerve.

"You don't know what you're talking about, Lumps." She says finally through gritted teeth, after finishing stabbing Newbie with a stiletto in her mind.

Bea decides to do the ultimate move and get up all in the other girl's face as she moves yet another step forward. Now she is standing in front of her, the edges and tips of their clothes almost touching. Their faces inches away as they share the same breath, making Poppy's worst nightmare come true. And Bea's reveling in the feeling.

"Did I struck I nerve? Because make no mistake, Legally Blonde. Every time you open your bitchy mouth to shit on someone for no reason at all except your own dissatisfaction and low self-esteem, you take one step closer to everyone seeing that you are actually pathetic."

Bea doesn't smirk or smile this time after ending her sentence. She gazes down at the girl in front of her with a more sad kind of look. It's pity and Poppy can smell it, making her lower lip tremble in rage.

It takes all of mother nature's willpower and strength not the end the pig girl right in that moment, to take her by her disgusting lice infested curly brown hair and completely destroy her in the academy's meticulously clean bathroom. What a sad death that would be though. For the bathroom's tiles surface, not for the pigsty standing in front of her.

"First of all, your hideous sneakers are provoking me." She composes herself after snapping out of her thoughts, but doesn't back away, "Second, your mustache is thicker than Borat's", she throws a glance at the taller girl' lips and lingers a bit longer than intended before quickly looking up at Bea's eyes again, "so you might want to do something about that." She smiles proudly, thinking of how spot on that reference was on and Bea rolls her eyes at that.

"And third," the blonde continues, "you fucking rustic scarecrow, ship yourself back to Losertown or whatever sad country you came from. You don't know me and you don't know what you're talking about."

Bea doesn't say anything at that. Poppy celebrates her victory.

The taller girl stays mute as she just looks at her curiously for a bit, which unsettles Poppy as her stomach drops a little. Any kind. Then Bea does something that probably almost no one at Belvoire Academy dared to. She glances at the blonde strand of hair on Poppy's forehead that moved there while she was going all berserk with her speech. She casually grabs it between her fingers and softly tucks it behind the blonde's ear.

Poppy blushes uncontrollably at the action as they lock their gaze once again.

"Let me write you a reality check, Ritchy Bitch. Your two apostles? They don't give a fuck about you. Honestly, no one at this academy does." She ends it with a shrug and Poppy hisses, "You don't fucking know anything, you filthy skank." She almost spits at the brunette in front of her, boiling with frustration.

"Do you really think the foundation of a relationship is based on fear and disrespect? How fucking dense can you be?"

"I don't give a fuck about your free lessons on ho-" A hand covers her mouth suddenly which startles Poppy, but keeps her in her place as intended. Dark brown eyes appear even more closer than they were before, as Bea's face was inches apart from the blonde's own.

"I'm talking, shut up." Bea orders and Poppy complies.

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tagging people that wanted to be tagged and shamelessly tagging those who i think might enjoy this fic:

@uhh-the-green-thing @origmansello​ @ save-me-the-last-dance @ ognenniyvolk @ imdreamingof-you @ nias-missellarious @ uselesslesbianfr @ jkeiontheworks  @somewillwin @kamilahtrash @poppysminion @captain-hanadeleine @simpforpoppy @poppysmc

also happy queen b day!

[novannna]

I Dare You

based on a pin I saw on pinterest where i use a song and write a story sing every single word. I used I Dare You by Bea Miller to write this fic. 

here's the song (:

It takes place mid supernova, when Nova has Danna caught in a jar. She struggles with her guilt for trapping Danna, and questions her loyalties to the Anarchists. This was a bitch to write bc trying to fit lyrics in order is a pain, so please leave likes and reblog!

Wc: 3440

Nova rubbed her eyes, collapsing onto the bed in her and Honey’s room.  She groaned, kicked off her shoes and fell backward.  

She was so fucking tired of the anarchists.  She knew that they had done so much for her, but they expected too much.  And she was exhausted.  They wanted her to keep the charade up with the Renegades.  

And she hated it.  She hated having to pretend to love Adrian.  She hated having to spend every single second of her day with Adrian, Oscar, and Ruby, getting as close as she could when, in the end she knew she would betray them.  

And that was going to make her feel miserable.  Even more miserable then she already was.  

A flutter of black and orange caught her eye, and Nova pulled herself up.  

In her moment of self pitying, she had completely forgotten about her butterfly friend.  

That was another thing weighing heavy on her consciousness.   

She walked over to the vanity, and picked up the small jar.  

“I can remember a time when I was so afraid,” she said to Danna, “maybe the first time I ever felt real, true fear.  A man entered my apartment.  He killed my mom and dad right in front of me.  He killed my sister,” she said with a small sob.  “I couldn’t save her.  But maybe… maybe if I had tried harder I could have.  That was the first time I felt fear.  When I went to a place even my shadow wouldn’t follow me.” 

Nova slumped down to the floor, and cradled the jar to her chest.  “I don’t know why I’m even telling you this.”  Nova groaned.  “I’m a fucking mess.  But I feel like I can talk to you.  Is that weird?”  She laughed, and shook her head.  “I don’t even know if you can hear me.”    She looked at the butterfly.  It was still for the first time in days.  It seemed as if it was looking straight at Nova.  She groaned again.  “I’m sick of being a tool.  I’m sick of being just another step in my uncle’s plan.  But they are my family, and I have to help.  Don’t I?”

Danna barreled into the wall, then flapped her wings adamantly.  

Nova breathed in deeply.  “I’m so sorry Danna.  I can’t imagine what it must be like in there for you. I- I would hate it.  I’m sorry for being an anarchist.  I know you wanted to believe in me.”  

“Nova!”  Honey’s shrill voice yelled.  “Get your ass down here!  We need you!”

Nova grimaced.  “I guess I’m picking up my sword.  Thanks for listening, Danna.  You actually helped me a lot.”  She set the jar back on the vanity, and scattered a few pins over it, making it look like nothing had been disturbed. 

And she was struck by an urge to shatter the jar.  Let all the pieces scatter, and let Danna free.  Then Danna could go tell the Renegades.  

And Nova could stop pretending.  

She could go back to the person she was before.  Before she met Adrian, and Oscar, and Ruby.  Before she met Danna.

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“Nova sweetie, what took so long?”  Honey asked.  She dipped her finger into a jar of honey, and lazily stirred it around.  

Nova ignored her, and sat down around the table.  “I thought we were done.  What else do you need?”  She was in a bad mood.  A very bad mood.  She couldn’t handle Honey and the others right now.  

“So snappy,” Honey sniffed.  “I thought you wanted to get back at the renegades for killing your family.  

“I- of course I do!”  Nova said, annoyed.  

“Well you're certainly not acting like it.  I’m beginning to think you’d rather be with that Everhart boy than us.”

Nova sighed.  “Honey, I would never choose Adrian over my family.  His parents basically killed them.  I am one hundred percent committed.”

“Good.”  

Leroy cleared his throat.  “The window of time to rescue Ace is closing.  We have to act soon.  So, we need you to figure out whatever you possibly can about Cragmoor.”

Nova sighed.  “You want me to go talk to Adrian.”

They both nodded.  “Sorry Nova, I know you just got home.”

“Listen, I want to rescue Ace as much as you guys do, believe me.  But give me a break.  ‘Cause I… I- .”  Nova took a deep breath in, and out.  “I’m worth fighting for too.”  Honey started, and stared at her in complete shock.  “Just for… for..”  nova sighed and stared them straight in the eyes.  “For once in my life, give me a break.  Yes, I know what the Renegades did.  But don’t play innocent.  I know you’ve manipulated me my entire life.  And I let it happen.  So just… leave me alone tonight.  I have a lot to think about.  We can overthrow the Renegades tomorrow, alright?”  

Before Honey could respond, Nova stormed upstairs.  She threw the window open, and was half-way out before a thought crossed her mind.  She ducked back in and put the small jar with the golden butterfly into her pocket.  

She pulled herself to the roof, and leapt off.  She bounded across the rooftops, until she had reached an old office.  She scaled to the roof, and pulled the jar out of her pocket.  

“So they can put me in a cage,” she muttered to herself.  “Lock me in a room and throw away the key.  But they get mad at me when I try to stand up for myself.”  She flipped onto her back, and looked at the setting sun.  The sky was alight with colors.  

“I know you hate me,” she said to the butterfly.  “I’ve done terrible things.  I hurt you.  But I’m not sorry for what I did.”  Nove realized she had started to cry.  “I dare you to do something else if you had been in my place.”  

She sniffed, and wiped her tears away.  “I’ll break down the walls trying to keep me down.  I’ll be a higher wrecking ball then the Renegades.  I’m gonna hurt them the way they hurt me.  And I won’t let them tear me down.”  No.  Oh, Nova would never let them win. Oh, she would never let that happen.  They could lock her away at Cragmoor, and throw away the key, but Nova would never stop fighting.

“Danna, I dare you to spend a day in my shoes.  Oh, someone like you?  So used to freedom and choices?  Oh, you wouldn’t last a day.  And I won't let you tear me down.  No, the Renegades will never best me.”  Nova wiped her face again.  

She looked at the small insect.  

“At least I know the Renegades are bad. The anarchists…”  Nova sighed.  “They pretend they're so much better, but I know they’re just using me.  They don’t actually care about me, just what I can do. I had an opinion, but I never spoke my mind, and I wouldn’t argue, even when I knew I was right.  I was too fucking scared of what would happen.  What Honey might do.  But I’m not that girl anymore.  I can stand up for myself.  I can say what I want now.”  The sun had now fully set, and a speckling of stars covered the sky.  

Yeah, Nova had lost almost every battle against Honey and the other Anarchists.  She never won an argument so she had stopped trying.  But she was determined to win the war.

“I’m worth fighting for, Danna.  For- for years of my life, I watched the Renegades abuse me and the Anarchists.  And I know that you and Adrian, and the others want me to be good and do the right thing, but that's not gonna happen.  I’m not changing who I am because it’ll get me farther in life.  So if the Renegades do end up winning, you can put me in a cage, you can lock me in a room and throw away the keys.”  She leapt to her feet, and strode around, her mind too crowded to enjoy the starry sky.  

“In fact I dare you.  I dare you to lock me away, because I’ll break down the walls.  I will be a higher wrecking ball.  And I won’t let you tear me down, no.”  She breathed out heavily.  “But I am sick of this guilt I have.  Sick of convincing myself I’m doing what needs to be done.  I’m fucking sick of having to see you every day, just to be struck by another wave of guilt at seeing you trapped because of me.  I’m so sick of being confused and torn between everything.”  Nova scooped the jar up, off the ground and held it to her chest.  

“I want to throw away the key to my heart,  make it so I can never open it.  So no one can ever open it.  I don’t ever want to give anyone power over me again.  Look at what it’s fucking doing to me!”  She sobbed, to the butterfly.  “I dare you to go to the Renegades.  Bring them here, let them catch me.”  Nova turned to the edge and screamed, “I am done being the double agent!  I am fucking done!”  But no one responded.  No one cared.  Who would?  

“I won’t let you tear me down?  No what a fucking joke.  Danna, you’ve already torn me apart.  With guilt.  With your hate.  With the knowledge that when you’re human again, you'll hate me!”  Nova collapsed back onto the hard roof.  

“I just keep running, running, running.  Trying to find my place in the world, and it always ends back at good vs. evil.  Villain vs. hero. Just like you and me.  Monarch vs. Nightmare,” Nova spat, still crying.  “I’m still fucking trying to find who I was.  Am.  I don’t know.  I would go the distance to find out, but it’s never far enough.”

She held the jar up to eye level, and looked at the delicate golden insect.  

Nova knew exactly what she wanted, but she knew that would never happen.  She knew what she wanted for once.  Yes, she wanted to destroy the Renegades for what they did to her and her family.  Yes, she wanted to tell the Anarchists that she was done being their tool.  Yes, she wanted to save Ace from his fast approaching death.  Yes, she wanted to have it all be over.  

But in that moment, the one thing she wanted, wanted more than anything was to see Danna right in front of her.  To stop that constant guilt from devouring her.  It might mean the end of her freedom, but it was worth it.  To see Danna one more time.  

“But now, Danna, I'm standing straight and I think I know exactly who I am.”  Nova breathed in.  She smiled a little and laughed amid her tears.  

“My name is Nova Jean Artino.  I’m not a Renegade or an Anarchist.  I’m just Nova.  Yeah, I was raised as an Anarchist.  Yeah, I pretended to be a Renegade.  But that’s not important.  Because I’m Nova, and that’s all that matters.”  She carefully unscrewed the top and let the gold insect fly out.  

As it disappeared, Nova whispered to herself, “I can remember a time when I was so afraid.  I trapped a golden girl in a jar so she wouldn’t hurt me, and by doing that, I hurt her.  So now, now I’m terrified she’ll hate me forever.”  

Nova sat down on the rooftop, and waited.  For what though, she wasn’t quite sure.  Common sense told her to run.  Run far, and hide.  Danna would tell everyone, and she would spend the rest of her life behind bars.  

A flicker of orange caught Nova’s eye.  A swarm of brilliant monarchs were flying across the night, heading straight for Nova.  She sprang to her feet as they cycloned in front of her.  

They consolidated into a form still in a Renegades uniform, blonde dreadlocks wild and crazy, brushing against warm brown skin.  Danna.  

“Nova,” she whispered, before pitching forwards.  Right into Nova’s arms.  

Nova hugged her tight against her body, and inhaled the scent of flowers.  She gently lowered the unconscious girl to the ground, using her leg as a pillow for Danna’s head.  

Danna’s eyes flickered open.  “Nova…” she croaked.  

“Hey Danna,” she replied through a blur of tears.  “I’m sorry…”

Danna cut her off by reaching up and cradling Nova’s head.  She kissed her firmly, stopping anymore words from leaving Nova’s mouth.  

“I wanted to do that from the moment I saw you,” Danna breathed.  

Nova sprang to her feet, Danna right behind her.  

“Danna, I’m a bad person.  You should turn me in.  Find a better person to be with,”  Nova said softly through tears.  “I’m tired of living a lie.  Please… just do it already.”  She screwed her eyes shut and held out her hands, expecting Danna to handcuff her, or call Adrian and the others.  

Instead, warm arms enveloped her.  

Nova broke down sobbing, crying into Danna’s shoulder.  It wasn’t pretty or cute, it was an ugly cry.  Tears and snot ran down her face.  

“I’m so so sorry,” she sobbed.  “I trapped you.  I betrayed you.  How are you not mad?”

Danna sighed, and rubbed Nova’s back soothingly.  “In the beginning I was.  I was so mad that you had been spying on us, using us.  I was pissed that I was stuck in swarm mode.  But then… I saw how you lived.  The way the other anarchists used you, and the way you were manipulated.  I know that the Renegades messed up your life a lot, and I understand Nova.  I don’t agree with what you did, but I do understand.”

Nova sobs gradually ceased.  “You should go.  I don’t want to get you in trouble for helping me.  Thank you for everything Danna.”  She pulled herself away from the warm hug.  

“Nova,” Danna said sharply.  “You can put me in a cage, or lock me in a room, however much you want.”  She inhaled sharply.  “You can do whatever you want to try and convince me you're a bad person, but I know the truth.”

Nova turned to look at Danna’s wide brown eyes.  

“You can throw away the key to your heart, but you can bet that won’t stop me.”  Danna smiled at Nova.  “I dare you to let me into your life.  Because I'm in love with you.  And if you think that we can’t be together because you think you're a villain, then I’ll break down the walls guarding you.”  Danna smirked, her soft lips curving into a smile.  “I’m a higher wrecking ball, and you can’t stop me.  Nova Jean Artino, you are going to have to accept the fact that I love you, and I don’t want you to turn me away because you think you’re a villain.  I understand if you don’t want me, but I need you to realize that I want you as who you are, villain or not.”  

Nova shook her head.  “But what about my uncle?  I can’t just let him die, he’s done so much for me.  I won’t let you tear me down, away from my goal, and my family.  No, oh no.  He’s all I have left.  ”  

“Nova, it's too late for him, but it's not too late for you.  Throw away this pointless hope that he can survive this.  I agree the renegades need to change, and you are key to that, not him.”  Danna reached out to grab Nova’s hand, and pulled them together.

Nova pressed her forehead against Danna’s, their warm skin touching together.  

“Nova, I dare you to forget everything.  Forget the Anarchists and the Renegades.  Forget everything, and just think about me.”  Danna smiled at Nova.  “Do you want me the way I want you?”

“Yes,” Nova breathed.  “Oh, more than anything.”

“Then what are you waiting for?  We can leave.  Start a new life, just us.   Forget renegades and anarchists.  There would be no Nightmare and Monarch.  Just Nova and Danna.”

“We can’t…”

“Why not?  What’s stopping you?   Is there anything for you in Gatlon?”

Nova shook her head.  “But Ace…”

“He’s already dead.  We can’t do anything for him.  But we can do something for you.  I know how huge this is- asking you to leave everything and start a new life, but I love you Nova Jean Artino, and I never want to see you caught by the Renegades, or used by the Anarchists ever again.”  Danna looked straight at Nova.  “Will you leave with me?”

“Okay,” Nova said, surprising herself.  “Okay,” she repeated with a small laugh.  “You’ve been thinking about this for a while.”

Danna’s face darkened.  “Everyday when I was in the jar.  When I saw the way you were treated, I knew I had to get you out of there.”

“That must have been terrible for you to be stuck in there,” Nova murmured.  

“You helped me.  Whenever I saw your face, or heard your voice it made me feel better because I knew nothing had happened.”

“You helped me too.  I’ve never had anyone I could talk to, but for you it felt like you were listening.  And understanding.”  Nova shrugged.  

“I was. Well not listening exactly, but I did understand.  And I wanted to form so I could wrap my arms around you, and kiss you until you were better.”  

“You can do that now if you want,” Nova said lightly.  “I hear it’s good to practice.”

Danna raised her eyebrow.  “Well, we’d better make up for years of missing out then.”

Nova’s face flushed a brilliant shade of red.  “You’re not the first person I kissed,” she mumbled.  

Danna laughed brightly.  “Really?  Who else?”

“Narcissa Cronin.  The Librarian’s daughter.  I don't think you've met her.”  

“Interesting.  But I still think you need more practice,”  Danna grinned, and cupped Nova’s face in her strong hands.  

Danna pulled them together, and they kissed.  

It was like nothing Nova had ever experienced before.  Small fireworks shot through her mind as she wrapped her legs up around Danna’s waist, and they tumbled down to the hard ground.  

They didn’t care.  

Danna ran her hands through Nova’s choppy hair.  

“We should go,” Nova said, breathless.  “If we really want to leave.”

“Yeah,” Danna said, equally out of breath.  She tucked a loose piece of hair behind Nova’s ear.  “We should.” 

She reached up and pulled Nova back down, Nova straddling her hips and leaned down over Danna again, her hair a thick curtain.  

“You’re beautiful Star,” Danna said thickly.  

“You too, lepidoptera,” Nova chuckled.  She leaned back up.  

“Oh stop it.”  Danna pretended to glare at Nova, and leaned back up.  

“Never.”  Nova smirked.  “So you really want to leave?  We can’t come back.  This is a forever decision,” Nova said, her expression souring.  

“Nova, I want you to be my forever,” Danna said, rubbing Nova’s hand.  “I love you, and I’d give up the world for you.”  She stood, and offered a hand to Nova, which Nova accepted.  

“I love you too, but I don’t want you to throw your life away.”

“I’m not throwing it away if it's with you.  I’m just making it better.”

Nova went up on her tiptoes, and brushed a kiss against Danna’s chin.  “I want to leave Gatlon forever and never look back.”

“Me too.”

“Ready then?”  

“Ready as I’ll ever be.”  

Danna burst into her swarm, and followed Nova closely as she made her way down the old building.  

She solidified, and together the two of them walked through the city, hand in hand.  

Nova thought back to the Anarchists, the way she was just leaving them.  They would not last long without her.  But Leroy was smart, and they knew how to survive.  

“Thinking about the others?”  Danna asked.  “I know I don’t like the idea of leaving our team by themselves, but I’d rather you be safe.” Danna squeezed her hand reassuringly.  “They’ll be okay.”

“I hope so,” Nova responded, thinking about the Anarchists not the Renegades.  

As they walked past the cathedral ruins, Nova whispered, “I won’t let you tear me down, Uncle.  You did what you could to mold me to become your perfect soldier, but now I'm becoming my own person.  And I say no more heroes and villains.  Just me and Danna forever.”  She looked back at the tall girl and smiled.  “She feels better than revenge will ever feel.  And I want her to be my forever.”

Together, hand in hand the couple left the city, and never returned.  

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[alexlabhont]

I didn’t mean to fall in love with you

Chapter Three.

Book: Queen B - Choices (Universe)

Pairing:  Poppy Min-Sinclair x Trans!Male MC (Beck Hughes)

Genre: Canon re-write (Because I can)

Rating: Anyone can read it, really

I´ll be posting this one over here because Tumblr, for some reason, thinks my secondary blog is a bot...

This is me trying to write by and for the Trans community, specially FTM community, meaning, trans guys, but I actually took the liberty to use They/them pronouns for everyone out there who´s interested (Also, the name Beck was the most neutral one I could find, trying to use the cannon Bea Hughes)

Now, about the PAIRING... I will be using choices style, kinda, because I want to give you choice at some point. If you have any comment, PLEASE BE RESPECTFULL and patient with me. This is also my first english fanfic and english is not my mother language, so... i’m sorry fo the grammar errors

CHAPTERS

The beginning

Chapter one 

Chapter two

ONE-SHOTS

Just a dance (Zoey x MC)

—————————————————————— 

A truce.

That’s what she said she wanted and for a moment, all their fears disappeared.

“I really hate to admit this, but I personally asked for you to be my partner on this project. I'm familiar with your music, and I actually wanted to work with you.”

She also said. Beck didn't know how to feel, really. Poppy Min-Sinclair heard their songs, or, at least, she saw their videos.

And she liked them.

Or not? They never knew with her. She has been acting pretty weird these days. Giving them a “compliment”, smiling at them, asking for Beck to be project partners…

Open up with them.

That was beyond weird.

Beck couldn't stop thinking about what they saw back at the “Alpha-Zeta deluxe cabin” or whatever it’s called. Poppy really looked hurt… sad… like…

Like she has feelings.

“I don’t know, Beck. I don’t think is a good idea letting you guard down.” Zoey said, playing with their hair, both of them resting on the couch, Beck’s head laying on her thighs.

“Yeah, I get it. But…” Beck took a moment, remembering the sadness in her voice, the betrayal in her eyes… Did she really care about Chloe? “I wish you had been there to see it, Zo. It was so real my head exploded… Like... She was really hurt.”

“Babe, I know what you’re trying to say. And I believe you that she was in pain. But you have to remember she's still Poppy. And even if she’s a… uhm… human who feels, it doesn't mean she's not a bitch.”

Beck stood up, sitting properly while scratching their neck.

“Yeah, I know that.” They replied. Zoey had a point they couldn’t forget. From all people, Beck understood what it felt like to be judge by a cover, but as Megamind's Roxanne said once: Checking the content was what matters, and the inside of Poppy´s book was not so good.

The time on the wall clock pointed it was the moment to go, it was Saturday and Poppy and Beck agreed to meet her in front of an Animal Rescue from downtown around noon. He didn't want to be late, after all, Poppy was capable of start the project without them and argue that they didn't show up.

“Anyway, I have to go now. The sooner we end this, the better.” Beck put on their shoes and leather jacket, ready to impress thanks to Zoey fashion sense.

“I want you far~ away from trouble, Beck Hughes. Do you hear me?” The protector side of Zoey appeared and, again, they were confused by it.

Zoey always had that effect on Beck, she could warm their chest, sculpt a smile on their face. Honestly, after all these years in a toxic environment, bullying and harm, having Zoey´s concern on them was something new, something welcomed, something that made them happy.  Laugh a little if Beck thought about it closely.

“I can take care of myself.” They said. After all of those fake friends, after all of the pain they went through, it was still hard to trust completely.  However… Beck looked at Zoey, the only one who Beck felt relaxed with. Their best friend, the first one to treat them as what they were even after knowing the truth. Beck didn’t miss Farmsville at all. “See ya later, beautiful.”

“I´ll be waiting right here”

~~X~~

They won’t ever admit it, but after they heard Poppy saying that the project was in the Downtown Animal Rescue Beck was excited. Puppies, kitty cats, animals! Beck love them greatly, wholeheartedly. They were their weakness; their adoration was so much so Beck considered seriously taking the vet path almost all their life, if having not found music, their story would´ve been completely different right now. That´s why they couldn’t refrain themselves of stopping at each enclosure to coo over the animals, losing all sense of self-respect over them. Especially after a pup ugly, dummy looking like showed up with the most adorable face they ever seen.

“Oh boy, you’re so ugly I luv ya Tushie-face! Who’s a precious ugly-boy? Uhm? Who’s a precious ugly-boy~” The little pug barked happily, enjoying the attention. “You’re perfect! You’re…”

“… nice to see so many new additions.” Beck heard, stopping them at the moment. Beck was sure it was Poppy, but she sounded… “I guess that means a lot of these little guys are being adopted?” … different. Again.

“Yes, Ms. Min-Sinclair.” A young voice answered, without fear, with respect. A good kind of respect. “We have a ten percent higher adoption rate than last year” Uhh, that sounded good. For some random reason, Beck showed the thumbs up to the ugly pug, flashing him a stupid smile at which the pup moved his tail as if he understand what it meant and agreed.

But then… Poppy laughed.

A real laugh. A nice, non-threatening, actually kind of cute laugh. So honest that they felt terrible attracted to it.

“No… Oh, no, no, no… No. Don't you even think about…”

As if their body was its own person, Beck rounded the corner, wanted so badly to see how a laughter so sincere looked like in Poppy´s face, like some weird kind of siren song they had to see with their own eyes. Instead, Beck saw her talking to one of the shelter’s employees, hugging and stroking a bichon frise puppy´s tummy softly, lovingly. Their heart stopped just a second, running wild immediately after.

“God… she’s so…”

“DON´T!” And they slapped their self. Hard. Beck deserved it. They couldn't… they won’t… They refused to…

The sound where so loud it called the attention of both Poppy and the other guy, while Beck felt the stinging and burning on his now red cheek. Ok, maybe~ they didn't have to do that, actually, the expression on Poppy´s face the moment she saw them, a sour, angry one, was the only thing they needed to feel normal again towards her.

“You're late” Why, hello to you too.

“I´m sorry, it's just that I was playing with Tushie face and…”

“Tushie face?” Beck couldn’t tell if she was amused or making fun of how stupid they were. “That´s how you pet-name?” Poppy added, raising an eyebrow. Beck shrugged.

“If you have a tushie face, then you are a tushie face. Simple as that” Based on Poppy's smirk, they should’ve stay quiet.

“Uhm… Alright, tushie face.” Damn it! “Come with me.” She then gave them a wink, smiling as if they both had now a new secret, before walking toward the back of the kennels.

Fuck.

“So… how do you knew about this place?” Beck asked, very willing to replace the topic to literally anything.

“If you must know, my parents bought me this shelter when I was eight.”

“What?”

“Really? Why?”

“I wanted a dog. Mommy and Daddy didn't want pets in the house… Et, voila”

Beck looked around, the place had now a new light after what they just learned. All this place was Poppy's, just because her parents didn’t approve animals at home. Unintentionally, Beck chuckled, feeling Poppy’s gaze on them almost immediately.

“What’s so funny?” She asked, irritated.

“We’re really very different but the same at once” They said. “Ever since I was a kid, my parents taught me to work with every single farm animal. Cleaning them, feed them, love them… I even helped bring life into this world.” Beck told her, twisting their lips. “I had a lot of different pets back at home. So do you right here. You see?”

“You’re forgetting about the fact the whole point of a place like this isn't for the animals to stay forever…” She said, vulnerable. Beck did actually get that, the hollow feeling that comes after something like that.

“Well… at least they’re not dinner”

Surprisingly, that comment made her chuckle just a little and Beck felt so good to be the one to take away that fragile expression in Poppy’s face. She was definitely more beautiful when she was happy. When she was laughing.

“You are right, that's even worse.”

They both looked at each other for a moment, some complicity in their own way, as if they both shared something, a sentiment that almost nobody felt, both understood each other, at least in one little but significant thing: They both learned very young what it's like to love innocently and truly, to have an unconditional companion, just to lose it to the “greater purpose” again and again. Both learned to never get really attached to anyone.

“But whatever, it gets the humanitarians off our back.” Just as if the conversation never happened, Poppy went back to the factory mode. “Which is why we’re really here. I’m fully aware of your popularity in YouTube, especially after your little performance, so hopefully this project we’re doing will get some good press for us to get the adoption rate it to, at least, 20 percent this year.”

“So this is why you wanted to work with me…” Beck didn't know why, but a little part of themselves felt disappointed… what was them expecting anyway?

Soon they both reach the back of the room, and while Poppy walked in as if it was completely routine, Beck had to stop for a second. A whole crew was already set up, cameras, microphones, lights, everything. A lot of cute pups and cats of all ages were also there looking adorable, sure they were the real stars of all this, but Beck couldn't help but feeling intimidated.

However, it was Poppy’s attitude the one thing that took all Beck’s attention though all the day.

She was kind, professional, caring… making sure of one thing above it all: to have the best commercial of all times for an animal shelter. The way she treated the employees, the animals, people around her… it was like a completely different side of her they never seen before. Poppy even, against all odds, treated Beck as what they were: her project partner. Giving them a fair share of lines, taking care of capturing their best angle, how happy they looked between all those cute little animals. Directing Beck to make sure every detail was perfect, being polite and respectful while doing so.

She was acting as a selfless but powerful leader, and Beck couldn’t take her eyes off of her the whole time. She even managed to convince them to adopt that tushi faced puppy, pointed out that they both had choose each other right at the moment they meet.

“Just look at the way he's watching you!” She said playfully. “You two are really connected.”

“Do you really think so?” Beck asked, playing with the pup. They really wanted to take the little guy home, be able to give him a good life, having another friend in their life. One not farm related at least. Beck felt Poppy coming closer, resting her hand on Beck's shoulder while watching little tushi face with a soft smile.

“I know so. But the real question is: what do you think?”

And now, Beck had a dog named Pepes.

~~X~~

Once they knew every detail was taken care of, and the adoption paperwork were all right, Poppy, Beck and little Pepes walked out the shelter. Personally, they felt drained out, because although they were used to cameras, it was always under their own terms and time, their own edition, their own personal rhythm, but after that day, Beck was seriously considering the idea of being backstage musician, unlike Poppy, who actually looked as fresh as a cucumber.

“Damn, Pops. I have to admit it: you were awesome there.” They said, Pepes barking enthusiastic, agreeing.

“Were you expecting something less?” She said, some mischievous sparkle in her eyes Beck couldn't quite place. “Now, take me to lunch.”

“I'm sorry? Why would I do that?”

“Because…” She started to say, sassiness taking over her. “… I acted, arranged, produce and direct a fully perfect commercial to our project while you just played around with puppies and looked cute. The very least you can do is buy me lunch. I'm starving.”

“Oh, so you think I'm cute?” Beck flirted. It was impossible to let it pass by.

“Like it was a secret” Poppy smirked.

“… What?”

“I’m not blind, Hughes. You are actually very good-looking. It´s not a secret.” Beck was shocked, did they really just heard a compliment from the one Poppy Min-Sinclair that wasn’t commercial related? They looked at her, expecting some irony or double meaning, maybe some hint of a trap, but no…  She was being completely sincere. Beck snorted, it was cool they guessed.

“Now, that's a compliment.” Poppy rolled her eyes evidently, pretending to be irked, but that little smile on her lips proved to be the opposite.

“Hello? My lunch?” Beck laughed, how can she be so rude and yet so cute at the same time? Maybe she wasn't so bad after all.

Maybe.

“Whatever you want, bossy-ass”

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A Channel of your Peace

Summary:Following Henry being outed, the election, and the end of the book, Henry and Philip slowly start to fix their relationship. There's blood that can't be unshed, but there's also a chance that things could get better.

Chapter 1: Make me an Instrument of Your Peace

It starts with Bea, like so many things in Henry's life have. In this case, it's her dragging him and Alex to a musical because one of her friends saw it and said she just had to see it in New York, so they join her to watch people from around the world come together to deal with tragedy. They watch a man from England and a woman from Texas fall in love in a tiny town in Canada, and they listen to instruments that have Bea rambling about soundscapes for the rest of the night. The next morning, Alex is humming a song from the show as he gets ready for a meeting. He hums it all day, until eventually, Henry comes up to kiss his cheek and ask him about it. "Oh, it's... well it's an earworm, but it's got a prayer I grew up with. St. Somebody. Francis, maybe? Or Stephen? Francis I think; I'm not sure. And they changed some of the words so it would fit the hymn, but you know. It's the same thing, sort of." "Do you remember the words?" "Just the first bit." "Tell me?"

"'Make me an instrument of your peace. Where there is hatred, let me sow love; where there is offense, pardon; where there is doubt... faith? Where there is despair, hope; where there is darkness, light; where there is sadness, joy'. There's more, but that's all I remember. My Abuela has it hanging in her house; it's at the end of the guest bed and I used to read it in the morning when I didn't want to get up." "It's beautiful. St. Francis, you said?" "Yeah; I think so." "Remember the V&A? That little chapel?" "How could I forget?" "That was from a church of St. Francis." Alex smiles, wrapping Henry in a hug and humming in his ear while Henry ties his tie so they can go out to dinner with Bea and Nora, the song now firmly lodged in both their heads. -- Make me an instrument of your peace -- Henry goes back to Kensington with Bea when she leaves, leaving Alex behind to finish a final before he'll join them for a dinner with ambassadors and a few other appearances. The first night back, the travel and time change put Henry to sleep almost immediately. But the next night, he's adjusted to the time, but he hasn't adjusted to an empty bed. He's not used to the fact that, without Alex, who runs unnaturally warm and could probably heat a sauna all on his own, no number of blankets will ever get him truly warm. So, eventually, he abandons his attempt at sleep and wanders down to one of Kensington's courtyards. Someone's there, and it takes him a second to recognize Philip. Alone on a bench, without any sort of guard up, he looks like a different person from the one Henry's used to seeing at public events or meetings. "Pip?" he asks quietly. Philip turns with a start, relaxing a bit when he sees Henry, though he keeps some of his armor on. "Hi, Henry." He sounds like he wants to stop after the first letter of Henry's name, but he's not sure he's earned that nickname yet. He's been sounding unsure about a lot of things ever since he and Henry established their tentative peace. "Everything alright?" Philip sighs, and when he chews his lip, Henry sees a mirror of his own nervous ticks. "Mazzy's not feeling well." "I'm sorry." "It's probably nothing. Just she's back at Anmer, and I wish I could be there." Henry's taken aback for a second. Philip doesn't seem like the king of person to worry about something like this, at least not to the point of being up late. When they'd been sick as kids, Philip had always been the big brother pushing them to do things anyway, first because he was bored but quickly because it was what would make Gran happy, or it was what they needed to do. But he's worried now, and Henry isn't quite sure how to deal with that. "Have... have you talked to her?" "Of course." There's a snort of laughter with it, like Henry is an idiot for even suggesting he might not have. Henry hasn't realized he's moved closer and started to relax until then, but he automatically pulls back and straightens up. There's a moment of silence, then Philip seems to process his tone. "Sorry. I'm sorry. I didn't... I don't mean... I'm not upset with you; it was a good question. Mazzy and I... we talked earlier, but she went to bed early because she said she hoped that would help her feel better. I'm sorry."

"It's alright." Henry makes himself relax a bit, joining Philip on the bench. "I... I'm worried when I have to leave Alex alone and he might get sick, so I... I know it's hard. Have you touched base with her PPOs? They might be able to let you know how she's doing. Especially if you think she might not tell you; I have to do that with Alex's security sometimes because he won't actually tell me if something's wrong."

"That's... yeah, that's a good idea. Maybe they can convince her to relax a bit, too; she's been working really hard recently. I know if they let her, she'll just work through this and feel worse for it. Thank you. I... I mean it, really. I'm sorry for earlier."

"It's alright."

"How's... how's Alex? He's doing law, right?"

"Yeah, he's liking it. Overworking himself, probably, but that's... that's him."

Philip nods. "He sounds a bit like Mazzy. I... I know he doesn't like me, but maybe he'd like her."

Henry realizes suddenly that he's relatively comfortable. More than that, Philip doesn't seem nearly as stressed as he was when Henry came down. They've both settled into a sort of uneasy comfort when Henry yawns, then says, "I should... I'm going to call Alex to say goodnight, then try and get some sleep."

"That's smart. I'll call Mazzy's PPOs and see if they can tell me how she's doing. Thank you. And again, I'm... I'm sorry."

"Philip. It's okay. You... you were stressed; I understand. I'll see you in the morning. Goodnight."

"Goodnight. If... if you think it's alright, tell Alex I say hello? And wish him good luck on his finals?"

He looks so unsure, and Henry isn't sure if he'll end up saying anything to Alex, but he nods anyway. "Alright."

It's awkward. Every conversation with Philip feels awkward for at least a bit right now. But it's not nearly as awkward as it could have been , and Henry has the distinct feeling that he's helped Philip feel better.

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And we're off on a new adventure! The musical referenced is Come From Away, which is incredible and wonderful and would absolutely hit different in New York than it would in the UK. I saw it in Iowa back in February and have been listening to "Prayer" a lot recently, and in looking for a way to write about Philip and Henry sort of trying to fix their relationship, the lyrics felt right, especially given Henry and Alex's connection to St. Francis.

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LIZ WRITES A SONG

January 27, 1950

“Liz Writes a Song” is episode #73 of the radio series MY FAVORITE HUSBAND broadcast on January 27, 1950 over the Armed Forces Radio and Television Service. 

Synopsis ~ Liz is convinced that she is a musical talent, but when a music professor tells her she'll never be a singer, she decides to take up songwriting.

Portions of this script were later used as inspiration for “The Benefit” (ILL S1;E13) filmed on November 30, 1951 and first aired on January 7, 1952. The premise of the foursome gathering around the piano for a night of singing and discovering Lucy cannot hold a tune is identical to this radio script. 

This was the 22st episode of the second season of MY FAVORITE HUSBAND, the second of the new year and of the new decade (1950). There were 43 new episodes, with the season ending on June 25, 1950.

“My Favorite Husband” was based on the novels Mr. and Mrs. Cugat, the Record of a Happy Marriage (1940) and Outside Eden (1945) by Isabel Scott Rorick, which had previously been adapted into the film Are Husbands Necessary? (1942). “My Favorite Husband” was first broadcast as a one-time special on July 5, 1948. Lucille Ball and Lee Bowman played the characters of Liz and George Cugat, and a positive response to this broadcast convinced CBS to launch “My Favorite Husband” as a series. Bowman was not available Richard Denning was cast as George. On January 7, 1949, confusion with bandleader Xavier Cugat prompted a name change to Cooper. On this same episode Jell-O became its sponsor. A total of 124 episodes of the program aired from July 23, 1948 through March 31, 1951. After about ten episodes had been written, writers Fox and Davenport departed and three new writers took over – Bob Carroll, Jr., Madelyn Pugh, and head writer/producer Jess Oppenheimer. In March 1949 Gale Gordon took over the existing role of George’s boss, Rudolph Atterbury, and Bea Benaderet was added as his wife, Iris. CBS brought “My Favorite Husband” to television in 1953, starring Joan Caulfield and Barry Nelson as Liz and George Cooper. The television version ran two-and-a-half seasons, from September 1953 through December 1955, running concurrently with “I Love Lucy.” It was produced live at CBS Television City for most of its run, until switching to film for a truncated third season filmed (ironically) at Desilu and recasting Liz Cooper with Vanessa Brown.

MAIN CAST

Lucille Ball (Liz Cooper) was born on August 6, 1911 in Jamestown, New York. She began her screen career in 1933 and was known in Hollywood as ‘Queen of the B’s’ due to her many appearances in ‘B’ movies. With Richard Denning, she starred in a radio program titled “My Favorite Husband” which eventually led to the creation of “I Love Lucy,” a television situation comedy in which she co-starred with her real-life husband, Latin bandleader Desi Arnaz. The program was phenomenally successful, allowing the couple to purchase what was once RKO Studios, re-naming it Desilu. When the show ended in 1960 (in an hour-long format known as “The Lucy-Desi Comedy Hour”) so did Lucy and Desi’s marriage. In 1962, hoping to keep Desilu financially solvent, Lucy returned to the sitcom format with “The Lucy Show,” which lasted six seasons. She followed that with a similar sitcom “Here’s Lucy” co-starring with her real-life children, Lucie and Desi Jr., as well as Gale Gordon, who had joined the cast of “The Lucy Show” during season two. Before her death in 1989, Lucy made one more attempt at a sitcom with “Life With Lucy,” also with Gordon.

Richard Denning (George Cooper) was born Louis Albert Heindrich Denninger Jr., in Poughkeepsie, New York. When he was 18 months old, his family moved to Los Angeles. Plans called for him to take over his father’s garment manufacturing business, but he developed an interest in acting. Denning enlisted in the US Navy during World War II. He is best known for his  roles in various science fiction and horror films of the 1950s. Although he teamed with Lucille Ball on radio in “My Favorite Husband,” the two never acted together on screen. While “I Love Lucy” was on the air, he was seen on another CBS TV series, “Mr. & Mrs. North.” From 1968 to 1980 he played the Governor on “Hawaii 5-0″, his final role. He died in 1998 at age 84.

Gale Gordon (Rudolph Atterbury) had worked with Lucille Ball on “The Wonder Show” on radio in 1938. One of the front-runners to play Fred Mertz on “I Love Lucy,” he eventually played Alvin Littlefield, owner of the Tropicana, during two episodes in 1952. After playing a Judge in an episode of “The Lucy-Desi Comedy Hour” in 1958, he would re-team with Lucy for all of her subsequent series’: as Theodore J. Mooney in ”The Lucy Show”; as Harrison Otis Carter in “Here’s Lucy”; and as Curtis McGibbon on “Life with Lucy.” Gordon died in 1995 at the age of 89.

Bea Benadaret (Iris Atterbury) was considered the front-runner to be cast as Ethel Mertz but when “I Love Lucy” was ready to start production she was already playing a similar role on TV’s “The George Burns and Gracie Allen Show” so Vivian Vance was cast instead. On “I Love Lucy” she was cast as Lucy Ricardo’s spinster neighbor, Miss Lewis, in “Lucy Plays Cupid” (ILL S1;E15) in early 1952. Later, she was a success in her own show, “Petticoat Junction” as Shady Rest Hotel proprietress Kate Bradley. She starred in the series until her death in 1968.

Ruth Perrott (Katie, the Maid) was also later seen on “I Love Lucy.” She first played Mrs. Pomerantz, a member of the surprise investigating committee for the Society Matrons League in “Pioneer Women” (ILL S1;E25), as one of the member of the Wednesday Afternoon Fine Arts League in “Lucy and Ethel Buy the Same Dress” (ILL S3;E3), and also played a nurse when “Lucy Goes to the Hospital” (ILL S2;E16). She died in 1996 at the age of 96.

Bob LeMond (Announcer) also served as the announcer for the pilot episode of “I Love Lucy”. When the long-lost pilot was finally discovered in 1990, a few moments of the opening narration were damaged and lost, so LeMond – fifty years later – recreated the narration for the CBS special and subsequent DVD release.

GUEST CAST

Hans Conried (Professor Krausemeyer / Mr. Wood, the Cooper’s neighbor) first co-starred with Lucille Ball in The Big Street (1942). He then appeared on “I Love Lucy” as used furniture man Dan Jenkins in “Redecorating” (ILL S2;E8) and later that same season as Percy Livermore in “Lucy Hires an English Tutor” (ILL S2;E13) – both in 1952. The following year he began an association with Disney by voicing Captain Hook in Peter Pan. On “The Lucy Show” he played Professor Gitterman in “Lucy’s Barbershop Quartet” (TLS S1;E19) and in “Lucy Plays Cleopatra” (TLS S2;E1). He was probably best known as Uncle Tonoose on “Make Room for Daddy” starring Danny Thomas, which was filmed on the Desilu lot. He joined Thomas on a season 6 episode of “Here’s Lucy” in 1973. He died in 1982 at age 64.

Conried uses a German accent for the role of the Professor. He previously played Krausemeyer in “Piano and Violin Lessons” (aka “Professor Krausmeyer’s Talent Scouts”), episode #26, broadcast on January 14, 1949. Professor Krausmeyer is likely the inspiration for Professor Gitterman on “The Lucy Show.” It is unusual for Conried to play back to back characters in one episode, but he regularly plays Mr. Wood and listeners would know his voice. 

Hal March (Radio Host) first appeared on the "I Love Lucy” in “Lucy Fakes Illness” (ILL S1;E16) using his own name to play an actor posing as the doctor who diagnoses Lucy with ‘golbloots.’ March got his first big break when he was cast as Harry Morton on “The George Burns and Gracie Allen Show” in 1950. He eventually lost the part to Fred Clark who producers felt was better paired with Bea Benaderet, who played Blanche, and here plays Iris Atterbury. He stayed with the show in other roles, the last airing just two weeks before his appearance as Eddie Grant in “Lucy is Matchmaker” (ILL S2;E27). In 1966 he was seen on “The Lucy Show.”

Norma Zimmer (Radio Singer) was one of the citizens of Kildoonan in “Lucy Goes to Scotland” (ILL S5;E17). She also appeared as a chorus girl in Singin’ in the Rain (1952). She would become famous as Lawrence Welk’s Champagne Lady and 20 years later introduced the episode “Lucy Meets Lawrence Welk” (HL S2;E18) on the “Here’s Lucy” series 2 DVD. 

EPISODE

ANNOUNCER: “As we look in on the Coopers, it’s evening and Liz and George are entertaining George’s boss, Mr. Atterbury, and his wife. Dinner’s over and the group is in the living room having coffee.” 

George suggests they listen to the radio, but Mr. Atterbury hardly knows what the word means since he got his television set.  George flips on the radio and here’s a singer (Norman Zimmer) performing “Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo”. 

“Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo" (also called "The Magic Song") was written by Al Hoffman, Mack David, and Jerry Livingston for the 1950 film Cinderella. Coincidentally, it was first performed by actress Verna Felton, who would go on to play the Ricardo’s maid, Mrs. Hudson, and star in the Desilu sitcom “December Bride” as Hilda. The song was nominated for the Academy Award for Best Original Song in 1951 but lost out to "Mona Lisa" from Captain Carey, U.S.A.

Mr. Atterbury doesn’t understand the song’s nonsense lyrics. Liz explains:

LIZ: “It’s ‘Mairzys Doates' sung sideways.” 

“Mairzy Doats” is a novelty song written in 1943 by Milton Drake, Al Hoffman, and Jerry Livingston, two of the same writers that would create “Bibbidi-Bobbidy-Boo.” The song made the pop charts several times, with a version by the Merry Macs reaching No. 1 in March 1944. The song was also a number-one sheet music seller, with sales of over 450,000. Bing Crosby also had a hit with the silly song. 

George flips the radio off the radio and Mr. Atterbury complains that they don’t write songs like they used to. Iris sarcastically reminds him of his youth by asking him to sing ‘Vo-do-do-de-o.”

Iris is probably referring to “Vo-do-do-de-o Blues” a novelty song written by Jack Yellen and Milton Ager in 1927, although the term “Vo-do-do-de-o” was common slang in the 1920s and was found in a number of songs of the time.

Mr. Atterbury says that there was nothing like “When Francis Dances With Me” and “The Sheik of Araby” - even singing a few bars. 

“When Francis Dances With Me” was written by Sol Violinsky and Ben Ryan in 1921 and covered by The Andrews Sisters in 1958. “The Sheik of Araby” was written in 1921 by Harry B. Smith and Francis Wheeler, with music by Ted Snyder. It was composed in response to the popularity of the Rudolph Valentino feature film The Sheik.  On “I Love Lucy,” Lucy’s mother was a fan of Valentino and even sang a few bars of this song in “The Hedda Hopper Story” (ILL S4;E21) in 1955. 

Liz notices Mr. Atterbury’s good singing voice. George chimes in with a few choruses of “Yes Sir, That’s My Baby.” 

"Yes Sir, That's My Baby" was written by Walter Donaldson and Gus Kahn in 1925.  The title inspired a 1949 film of the same name starring Donald O’Connor and Gloria DeHaven, who will be reunited by Lucille Ball for “Lucy Moves To NBC” in 1980. 

The foursome settle on spending a night singing around the piano, starting with a chorus of “When You Wore A Tulip”. 

“When You Wore A Tulip And I Wore A Big Red Rose” was written in 1914 by Percy Wenrich and Jack Mahoney and popularized by Dolly Connolly (1888-1965).  It was part of the 1942 film For Me And My Gal sung by Gene Kelly and Judy Garland.

It becomes apparent that somebody is out of tune.

MR. ATTERBURY: “One of our songbirds has gravel in his beak!”  

No one will confess to being the clunker, so they sound one note at a team till it is revealed that it is Liz who has a tin ear!  Iris suggests they sing “Button Up Your Overcoat,” but their quartet has become a trio.  Liz must “button up her lip.”

"Button Up Your Overcoat" was written by Ray Henderson, B.G. DeSylva and Lew Brown in 1928, and was first performed by Ruth Etting, who appeared with Lucille Ball in Roman Scandals (1933). However, the most famous rendition of this song was by Helen Kane, the inspiration for the voice of Betty Boop. Jack Haley and Zelma O'Neal sang it on Broadway in the musical, Follow Thru (1929). They reprised the song in the film version in 1930. It has since been heard in nine films and multiple television shows. 

Next day, George says good morning to Liz, who went to bed early while George and the Atterbury’s sang the night away.

LIZ: “Well, if it isn’t Al Jolson. What time did Bing and Dinah go home?” 

Singer, comedian, and actor Al Jolson would die 9 months after this broadcast. He co-wrote and introduced the song “California, Here I Come” which was famously sung on “I Love Lucy” in an episode of the same name. Bing Crosby (1903-77) was one of the most successful multi-media stars of his time. He was mentioned by Ricky Ricardo on “I Love Lucy” in “Ricky’s Contract” (ILL S4;E10) in 1954. Dinah Shore (1916-94) was the top-charting female vocalist of the 1940s. Shore guest starred as herself on a 1971 episode of “Here’s Lucy” (HL S4;E7) and Ball made numerous appearances on her talk and variety shows.

Liz tells George that Professor Krausemeyer is coming over to give her voice lessons.  

LIZ: “Don’t be surprised if I’m singing on radio before long.” GEORGE: “Liz, television hasn’t hurt it that much!” 

In early 1950, television was still considered an upstart medium, inferior to radio. the idea that television might woo listeners away from the radio was being voiced, but most were still skeptical. As is evidence from the above TV program grid for January 27, 1950, CBS and ABC had no new programs up against “My Favorite Husband” on radio at 8:30pm. Many early television shows, including “I Love Lucy” were aired on both radio and television well into the late 1950s. 

GEORGE (leaving for work): “See ya at Carnegie Hall!” 

Carnegie Hall is an iconic concert venue in Midtown Manhattan in New York City. It is at 881 Seventh Avenue, occupying the east side of Seventh Avenue between West 56th and 57th Streets. It was built by philanthropist Andrew Carnegie in 1891 and it is still considered the epitome of a vocalists career to sing there. 

George bets that Liz will never sing on the radio - even going so far as to promise to roll an egg down main street with his nose if she does!

Katie the Maid opens the door to Professor Krausemeyer (Hans Conried).  His theory of singing is that if you can talk, you can sing.  The Professor is astounded just how tone deaf Liz really is, but he forges ahead.  He tells Liz to just sing something for him.  She choses “Stardust” - one of her favorites. Needless to say, she is terribly out of tune. He stops her. 

PROFESSOR: “You love that song?  LIZ: “Yes.” PROFESSOR: “I’d hate to hear you sing something you hate.”  

"Star Dust" was composed in 1927 by Hoagy Carmichael with lyrics added by Mitchell Parish in 1929. The song became an American standard and is one of the most recorded songs of the 20th century with over 1,500 recordings.  In “The Saxophone” (ILL S2;E2) in 1952, Ethel requests Lucy play “Star Dust” but it keeps coming out as “The Glow-Worm.”  

Professor Krausemeyer finally declares that there are two kinds of singers: those who sing, and those who listen. Liz is in the latter category! In Part Two, Liz is crying to Katie that she will never be a nightingale. Katie says her sister writes songs and lets others sing them. She wrote the ‘hit’ songs: “Think of Your Friends as Bananas and Count Me as One of the Bunch” and “I Call My Little Boy Tripod Since He’s Grown Another Foot.” Katie tells Liz there’s a weekly song-writing contest at the local radio station and Liz intends on entering it. 

LIZ: “Carrie Jacobs Cooper writes again!” 

Carrie Jacobs-Bond (1862-1946) was a songwriter who composed some 175 pieces of popular music from the 1890s through the early 1940s. She is perhaps best remembered for writing the parlor song "I Love You Truly", becoming the first woman to sell one million copies of a song.  The song was sung by Elizabeth Patterson when Lucy Ricardo renewed her vows to Ricky in “The Marriage License” (ILL S1;E26) and briefly by Viv Bagley in Chris Goes Steady (TLS S2;E16) in 1964.

After several hours of song-writing, Liz is going crazy repeating rhymes to write lyrics for her songs. Her neighbor, Mr. Wood (Hans Conried again) comes to the door and strikes a deal that they will be co-authors of songs for the contest. Liz plunks out the tune she has been working on. It is identical to “My Country ‘Tis Of Thee”!  Mr. Wood tells her that this also happened to him. He was once accused of stealing a tune from Tchaikovsky. but he didn’t. He actually stole from Freddy Martin who stole it from Tchaikovsky!

Freddy Martin (1906-83) was a bandleader and saxophonist who appeared as himself on a 1971 episode of “Here’s Lucy”. His theme song, “Tonight We Love,” was adapted from the first movement of Tchaikovsky’s First Piano Concerto. It sold over one million copies by 1946, and was awarded a gold record. 

Mr. Wood says they should should seek inspiration on songs from the past. Liz reckons that their song should have a girl’s name in it.

“Look at “Margie”, “Dinah”, “Laura”, “Sweet Sue”.

"Margie" (aka "My Little Margie") by Benny Davis, a vaudeville performer and songwriter. The song was introduced by the Original Dixieland Jazz Band in 1920.  

"Dinah" was written in 1925 by Harry Akst, Sam M. Lewis and Joe Young. One singer, Fannye Rose Shore, became so identified with the song that a DJ called her "Dinah Shore", which then stuck as her stage name for the next 50 years.

"Laura" was composed by David Raksin for the 1944 movie Laura, which starred Gene Tierney and Dana Andrews.

"Sweet Sue (Just You)" is a jazz standard of 1928, composed by Victor Young with lyrics by Will J. Harris. On “I Love Lucy,” it was one of the few songs Lucy Ricardo could play on the saxophone, next to the previously mentioned “Glow Worm.” 

Mr. Wood says there should be a city in it, too:

“Like Chicago”, "Chattanooga Choo-Choo", "Meet Me In Old St. Louis.” 

"Chicago" was written by Fred Fisher and published in 1922. The song has been recorded by many artists, but the best-known version is by Frank Sinatra. It was heard on screen in The Story of Vernon and Irene Castle (1930), Roxie Hart (1945), and Oh, You Beautiful Doll (1949).

"Chattanooga Choo Choo" is a 1941 song written by Mack Gordon and composed by Harry Warren. It was originally recorded by Glenn Miller and His Orchestra and featured in the 1941 movie Sun Valley Serenade. It was the first song to receive a gold record in 1942.

"Meet Me in St. Louis" is a song from 1904 with words by Andrew B. Sterling; and music by Kerry Mills. The song was the centerpiece of the 1944 Judy Garland movie, Meet Me in St. Louis.

Liz says it should also be a western, citing: 

“Ghost Riders in the Sky” and “Mule Train.”

"(Ghost) Riders in the Sky" is a cowboy-styled country / western song written in 1948 by Stan Jones. A number of versions were crossover hits on the pop charts in 1949, the most successful being by Vaughn Monroe.

"Mule Train" was written by Johnny Lange, Hy Heath, Ramblin' Tommy Scott and Fred Glickman. It is a cowboy song originally recorded by Ellis "Buz" Butler Jr. in 1947. The song was featured in the 1950 film Singing Guns (sung by Vaughn Monroe) and nominated for the Academy Award for Best Original Song in 1950, but lost to "Mona Lisa".

LIZ: “All we need is a girl  who is going to a city who falls in love with a ghost writer who beats her with a whip.  Let’s get started!” 

The day of the contest, Liz is nervously pacing by the telephone waiting to hear the results.  Mr. Wood went down to the radio station to see what he could find out. Mr. Wood phones and tells Liz the good news that they won!  They will both have to sing it on the radio that night, although Liz insists she will just stand nearby and look pretty while he does the singing. 

Arriving at the radio station with the Atterburys and George in tow, she finds out that Mr. Wood has developed laryngitis. The radio host (Hal March) introduces Liz and Mr. Wood, and tells him that she will have to sing for Mr. Wood, who has lost his voice.  Their song sounds suspiciously like “Home on the Range,” if Liz can only sing loud enough to be heard, that is.  

The host volunteers sings with her to boost her volume. 

LIZ & HOST (singing): “Oh, I’ve got a girl Her first name is Pearl She comes from Pittsburgh, PA. She looks like a witch, But her old man is rich,  and her last name is yippy ki-yay!”

Liz wins the prize and George realizes he will have to roll an egg down main street with his nose!

In the bedtime tag, Liz wakes up George, who is snoring. She puts a pillow over his face to stop his snoring, but then fears he has stopped breathing - until he gives another great, big snore. 

GEORGE: “Goodnight, Liz!” 

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Hamilton AU! | Zen x Musical actor!reader

The casting call | Helpless

Prompt: MC is acting in an on-screen adaptation of Hamilton, her role is Elizabeth Schyuler and she has to sing Helpless, ends up singing it to Zen either one day when she came over to rehearse in their apartment or at actual rehearsals and the cast swooning over them because their chemistry/relationship is so damn believable.

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A new chatroom has opened

Ever since Jaehee had found out that y/n was a musical actress as well, she had been sending MC a lot of open script readings and try-outs from C&R’s affiliates. She was real grateful because she was only starting out in the musical scene, having only acted in one to two plays. Of course, Zen was ecstatic when he found out that his girlfriend was also in the same field of work as him, immediately grabbing the opportunity to sing a duet with y/n at the RFA’s celebratory after-party. y/n had been warming up and practicing her scales when the new chatroom had opened.

y/n: Hey, Jaehee! Jaehee: Y/n. Perfect timing Jaehee: There’s this new play that’s going to be adopted into a film by one of C&R’s subsidiaries Jaehee: You and Zen should try out for a role, you never know Jaehee: It’s a popular musical overseas called Hamilton.

The name rang a bell. It was the breakout musical that got really popular in America with the genre mainly being hip-hop and rap. It was pretty far from your usual style but you figured it was worth the challenge.

y/n: Ooh, sounds good y/n: Can you e-mail me the details? y/n: it’s a bit far from the genre’s Zen and I have gone for… y/n: But I’m up for a little challenge ^^ Jaehee: That’s what I hope too ^^ Jaehee: The auditions are three days from now, I think. Jaehee: I have to go… ;; Jaehee: Mr. Han’s calling me to his office. ;; y/n: Good Luck, Jaehee!  y/n: And thank you for showing me the audition ^^

Jaehee left the chatroom.

As you left the chatroom, you smiled, sending Zen a quick text with all the details to the audition and a quick text cheering him on.

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A phone call with Zen later and he was over the moon with the thought of auditioning with you. A quick message to Jaehee texting her Zen was also willing to audition and an hour later, your email notification went off. Opening it, you find Jaehee’s e-mail containing the information about the auditions.

To: MCy/n@cheritz.com From: KJaehee@CandR.cheritz.com

y/n and Zen, Here’s the link to sign up for the auditions: http:// hamiltionthemovieauditions.com/korea/auditions I’ve already input your names, you’ll be receiving the confirmation e-mails soon.

Here’s the names and contact of the director. Director Lee Heungmin xx-xxxx-xxxxx

The audition pieces were also attached to Jaehee’s e-mail. Since it had been a year since the musical was released in America y/n had plenty of material to base her interpretation of Elizabeth Schyuler off of.

You spent an hour on your couch, researching yours and Zen’s character, watching clips of the musical from MeTube and “slime tutorials”. By the end of the day, you were practically hooked on the musical, slowly mouthing the words along with the musical actresses. You didn’t realize it was already dark outside, Zen was supposed to be coming to your apartment for dinner. Jumping up, you open the audition song you were supposed to be singing and play it on repeat as you scramble to get dinner ready.

The door opened just as you were taking the chicken breast out of the oven. Smiling over your shoulder, you hear Zen calling out your name.

“y/n? Babe, I’m home!” grinning at his words, you dust off your hands on your apron, before walking towards the apron. Sure he was only coming over for dinner and maybe a little movie, but it had become a habit for the both of you to act like a married couple, annoying the other RFA members to no end.

“Zenny!~ How was meeting with the directors today?” you ask him, pecking his cheek. Zen grinned.

“I’m happy that musical’s finally done, it was a lot of fun, but that role was pretty awkward.” He says, while walking the both of you to your kitchen. “How’d your day go?”

“I barely made dinner in time today, I was researching the roles for the musical Jaehee gave us.” You admit sheepishly, when he did a double-take at the stack of papers on the dining table.

“I didn’t get to listen to the tracks yet, but what do you think?” Zen asks, reading over the scattered papers and cleaning them up. You thanked him with a quick peck on the cheek, laying out the utensils ready.

“The tracks are amazing, I looked it up, and the musical is really famous overseas. The characters are also pretty amazing, I’ve been listening to the songs non-stop since Jaehee sent it to be honest.” Zen smiled, and hugged you from behind.

“Sing one for me?” He asked, and how could you say no to him? You laugh, patting his arm to get your phone that was still connected to the speakers.

“You know I can’t say no to that handsome face.” You grin, blushing. “Actually, there’s a song that fits us, I think… and it just so happens to be the audition piece for the character I want to try for.”

“Really now?” he grinned as he sat down.

“Yes, the more I read about this musical, the more I think you fit the lead.”

At Zen’s confused face, you scroll through the songs, stopping on Helpless. Passing him the lyrics and gesturing to Hamilton’s lines.

(play the song here for immersion)

“Ohh, I do I do I do I Dooo! Hey! Ohh, I do I do I do”

At the start of Eliza’s lines, you grab Zen by his jacket causing him to blush.

“Boy you got me Helpless! Look into your eyes, and the sky’s the limit I’m”

You grin at him swooning, holding you hand to your chest like you’ve been struck by cupid.

“helpless! Down for the count, and I’m drownin’ in ‘em”

You start walking around the table, Zen following you. You grab your phone, unlocking it so it showed your wallpaper which was a photo of you and Zen at the first RFA party you’d organized, where you hid from all the party goers that you’d promised some absurd things to--

“I have never been the type to try and grab the spotlight We were at a revel with some rebels on a hot night

At that line, you show Zen your wallpaper. Shaking his head at your antics he turns back to the music sheet on his hands. While he was busy, you start making your way back towards him.

“Laughin’ at my sister as she’s dazzling the room Then you walked in and my heart went “Boom!” Tryin’ to catch your eye from the side of the ballroom Everybody’s dancin’ and the band’s top volume”

As you sang you begin swaying side to side, trying to mimic the dancing you’d done at the RFA party.

“Grind to the rhythm as we wine and dine Grab my sister, and whisper, Yo, this one’s mine. My sister made her way across the room to you (Ooh) And I got nervous, thinking “What’s she gonna do?” (Ooh) She grabbed you by the arm, I’m thinkin’ “I’m through” (Ooh) Then you look back at me and suddenly I’m Helpless!”

You take his face in your hands and stare at his eyes smiling, as you sang the next words. He stares back, smiling at you one of his hands going to snake around your waist. 

“Oh, look at those eyes Look into your eyes And the sky's the limit I'm helpless I'm helpless, I know Down for the count and I'm drownin' in 'em I'm so into you I am so into you I'm helpless I know I'm down for the count and I'm drownin' in 'em Down for the count and I'm drownin' in 'em

y/n gestured towards the lyrics in his hands. Zen took them and began reading the lines along with the original voice.

“Where are you taking me?” he reads.

I’m about to change your life by all means, lead the way

“Elizabeth Schuyler. It’s a pleasure to meet you”  Using the apron as a “skirt” she curtsied in front of him, making him laugh.

“Thank you for all your service”

“If it takes fighting a war for us to meet, it will have been worth it” 

At that line, Zen takes your hand and tugs you back to be closer to him and kisses your hand, and you laugh. He hadn’t even seen the musical but he’d done what his character would’ve done already, you knew he was just the perfect fit for Hamilton.

I’ll leave you to it

At that line, Zen takes your hand and tugs you back to be closer to him and kisses your hand, and you laugh. He hadn’t even seen the musical but he’d done what his character would’ve done already, you knew he was just the perfect fit for Hamilton.

“One week later I’m writin’ a letter nightly Now my life gets better, every letter that you write me Laughin’ at my sister, cuz she wants to form a harem”

I’m just sayin’, if you really loved me, you would share him

“Ha!”

You think back to the first days of you being in the RFA when Jaehee had been a little protective over Zen. You didn’t hold it against her, really, she was just concerned for the future of her idol, but it did make you think a little more everytime you’d talked to either of them. Thankfully she’d accepted your relationship with Zen eventually.

“Two weeks later in the living room stressin’ My father’s stone-faced while you’re asking for his blessin’ I’m dying inside, as you wine and dine And I’m tryin’ not to cry ‘cause there’s nothing that your mind can’t do My father makes his way across the room to you I panic for a second, thinking “we’re through” But then he shakes your hand and says “Be true” And you turn back to me, smiling, and I’m Helpless!”

Your heart sank a little as you sang the past lines, remembering Zen’s family. He’d recently started talking to them again and they still hadn’t accepted him or the concept of the two of you being in a relationship. Holding his hand, you smile at him. You had told him you’d wait for him, and you were adamant on keeping that promise. You were willing to wait, because he was someone worth waiting for.

“Look into your eyes and the sky's the limit I'm helpless (hoo!) This boy is mine, this boy is mine I'm helpless Down for the count and I'm drownin' in 'em”

Gesturing to the lyrics in his hand, Zen reads over the lines, skipping a couple at first, getting used to the beat before singing along.

“Eliza, I don’t have a dollar to my name An acre of land, a troop to command, a dollop of fame All I have’s my honor, a tolerance for pain A couple of college credits and my top-notch brain Insane, your family brings out a different side of me Peggy confides in me, Angelica tried to take a bite of me No stress, my love for you is never in doubt We’ll get a little place in Harlem and we’ll figure it out.”

At that, he stares back at you, and you smile at him knowing every word that he meant everything that came out of his mouth.

“I’ve been livin’ without a family since I was a child My father left, my mother died, I grew up buckwild But I’ll never forget my mother’s face, that was real And long as I’m alive, Eliza, swear to God You’ll never feel so…”

The two of you begin to sing together,

“Helpless! I do, I do, I do, I do I do, I do, I do, I do! Helpless! Hey, yeah, yeah! Down for the count and I'm drownin' in 'em Helpless! I look into your eyes and the sky's the limit, I'm— Down for the count and I'm drownin' in 'em”

Knowing the song was coming to an end, you pull Zen closer towards you using his jacket. Caught off guard, Zen blushes but holds you closer.

In New York, you can be a new man… In New York, you can be a new man… In New York, you can be a new man…

“Helpless”

Noses nearly touching, you end the song with a kiss. You feel Zen melt into it, his hands moving to the back of your head to deepen the kiss. Your heart felt like it was moving a thousand miles an hour. This man really did make you feel helpless.

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I know it’s impossible to sing along perfectly to a song you’d never heard of but this is fanfiction land so just imagine Zen can follow the tune of the song REAL WELL

it’s been a hot second since i played Zen’s after ending but I imagined this set a little after it, but instead of being Zen’s manager, I made MC a musical actor.

I got into Hamilton and this Zen CG just popped into my head-- I mean come one the glasses, the costume??? My man’s basically the korean Alexander Hamilton lmao. and i am OBSESSED with the idea of MC being a singer as well and them just?? singing?? to each other?? filming short covers of their voice for the other person to listen to and posting their covers on social media and---

I have very strong feelings for this man okay---

[ilovethetalkingclock]

A Not-Sew-Magical Sequel (LALALOOPSY CREEPYPASTA)

(WARNING: THE FOLLOWING CONTAINS CONTENT LIKE LANGUAGE, GORE, DEATH, PARASITES, DROWNING AND DARK COMEDY. IF YOU GET SCARED BY THIS, DON'T YELL AT ME FOR IT. YOU CHOSE TO READ IT.) 

(story under the cut, based on a dream I had)

(don’t worry, it’s not a screamer, i’d never do that.)

No matter how many years passed and will pass, I liked and will still like Lalaloopsy. All the characters and concepts were and still are very interesting (though Jewel was always my least favorite) and the couple episodes I saw of both the original show and the reboot of Netflix were cute and in the case of the reboot actually very emotional. I also watched all the movies and while a majority of them were slightly flawed one way or another, that didn’t stop them from being good. Hearing the toys being discontinued and the Netflix show canceled indeed made my heart sink.

But that’s not all what I wanted to talk about. Onto Lala-Oopsies.

If you don’t recall, Lala-Oopsies was a spinoff line. As the name suggested, the characters were in mixed rainbow colors and body proportions that deviated from the usual Lalaloopsy dolls, looking like, in my own words, mutants. They came as princess/ballerina hybrids and mermaids, with the ‘Littles’ (which in the original Lalaloopsy line, were the younger sisters) as fairies. They had one movie, “Lala-Oopsies: A Sew Magical Tale”. It was like all the others, cute, a bit funny, and a simple Lalaloopsy adventure with the Lala-Oopsies.

What I never knew was that they were apparently planning on a sequel.

I was at a garage sale of sorts (i know, very cliche) when I found a blank DVD case. Here’s what it read:

“LALA-OOPSIES-SEQUEL(UNFINISHED)”

“Is this a joke?”

“Oh, that!” The owner of the sale noticed me and casually went on “I worked at MGA Entertainment… they were making a sequel to the Lala-Oopsies movie… some guy decided to make that, apparently as a joke, and he was fired as it had quite a bit of… crazy stuff. We decided to cancel it altogether as we didn’t have any other ideas... We were handed copies of it from the guy who made it before he was fired. The footage is all there. There’s a lot more stuff that happened after that, but I don’t really wanna go into full detail. If you wanna know completely, it’s worth only a dollar. Not somethin’ I’d wanna watch again.”

Out of morbid curiosity, I agreed to buy the thing.

So I went home, made sure to get my DVD player on, and opened the case. There were two discs. One that read “MOVIE” and another that just had random scribbles on it. I tried to make out if the second one actually said anything, but I couldn’t read it for shit. I got out the one that read “MOVIE”, making sure it was the film itself, and placed it in.

Hoo boy, I had no idea what I was getting myself into.

There was no menu or trailers, though that was kinda expected considering it was unfinished. It just went straight to the movie.

It all looked official one way or another. Some scenes were fully animated, others were simple animatics, others were in between. But I’ll just say before we get on that it was not at all the usual Lalaloopsy fare. There was no sign of anyone’s pets at all throughout the whole movie.  There wasn’t any music, like, at all, and that just made it a bit more unsettling.

Well, most of it wasn’t. It started off like your usual Lalaloopsy movie. Bea was walking down a path and singing a song about math to herself. A rather bad one, if you ask me. So bad, I have easily forgot about it. While walking, she finds the door that leads to Lala-Oopsies Land.

As the first movie took place in mostly a story that Bea was reading, she is surprised that apparently Lala-Oopsies are true. She leaves to find her friends, the rest of the Original 8 to be exact, and tell her all about it. This exchange from the conversation is what mainly caught me off guard.

Jewel: “So you just managed to find something from a story you read once in reality? I don’t believe it one bit.”

Spot: “Jewel. This is felting BEA SPELLS-A-LOT we’re talking about. The brains? The genius? The nerd? The know-it-all? She doesn’t seem to be making it up.”

Was felt their way of saying fuck? That was not in the other Lalaloopsy stuff I knew, as it was aimed at young children. I figured that was at least one of the reasons it was never finished. I decided to keep watching to find more reasons.

The Lalaloopsies were at the door to Lala-Oopsies Land, and as she didn’t believe it before as shown by the previous exchange I wrote about, Jewel was understandably dumbfounded. “Felt me, there really is a Lala-Oopsies Land…”

So of course they all opened the door and entered. Only as it turned out Lala-Oopsies land… wasn’t exactly as the story told.

The skies were orange like the original, but were more of a sickly shade of it. The ground was grey, rotted, and corpse-like. The mushroom ‘trees’ looked much more like actual fungi, and the strawberry-milk rivers and seas looked spoiled and curdled, and I could even make out a skeleton (presumably of a drowned Oopsie) in them. Bea probably put it best.

“Well… it seems the book apparently romanticized a couple details…”

The group decided to venture in and explore anyway. I couldn’t help but bring up the fact that a couple of them coughed quite a bit when they went in. Okay, scratch that, they were coughing violently, like they just inhaled smoke.

Pillow: “Felting seamstress, this place is polluted.”

As they were walking through, some sort of large insectoid jumped right on Peanut’s face Alien-style. Now I could really see why this movie didn’t make it. Obviously, everyone was panicking at the sight and trying to get the bug off. It wasn’t until like half a minute that Bea managed to find a stick on the ground and strongly swatted the insect away from Peanut’s face, though it seemed she also hit the face from this dialogue...

Peanut: “TRY AVOIDING THE FACE YOU IDIOTIC FELTING STITCH.”

...and stabbed the insect multiple times, pink-ish blood spraying from the body, gore getting everywhere. The other seven were so disgusted that Crumbs vomited right on-screen from the sight. Organs were coming out of the creature as Bea stabbed, and as I looked close enough the organs seemed rather human-like. That was pretty weird as the insect didn’t look human at all. 

Well at least I found another reason for this movie’s rejection.

Before Bea turned the monster into an unrecognizable bloodied mush, I could make the colors of the insect to be that of the Lala-Oopsies fairy Lilac, hot pink and sky blue. Nah, I’m pretty sure it was just a coincidence. And yet…

Oh, that reminds me of another scene that happened later on.

The eight were venturing on into the islands riding on some sort of old rusted boat they found, and then suddenly some sort of sea serpent or something like that i dunno with the same color scheme as the mermaid Water Lily rose from the rotted strawberry milk oceans. Bea tried to row the boat away, but the monster attacked and even picked Jewel up and devoured her. There wasn’t any doll stuffing or anything cute like that. Jewel’s remains actually spurted crimson blood and human entrails as she was being chomped down on and eventually swallowed. Screaming as if the actress herself was getting violently disemboweled.

I can still hear her agonized screams as I write this, so that’s pretty annoying. 

Pillow’s reaction perfectly described mine.

“HOLY FELTING SILK.”

My god... how the heck was a doll said to be sewn from a dress able to have human blood and guts?! Then again, it was a cartoon… a rather gory one if ya ask me.

In all honesty though, Jewel’s death was horrific yet satisfying for me. I never liked her the slightest.

During the attack, Mittens and Spot fell into the strawberry milk ocean as the boat was destroyed. It didn’t show the rest of what happened to them so I can safely assume they were either eaten or drowned. Or both.

So the ones left were Crumbs, Peanut, Dot, Pillow, and Bea.

They latched onto the boat’s remains as they headed to a large island.

The island’s inhabitants were all the princess ballerinas, both in the first movie and toy-exclusive, mutated to grotesque proportions, their hair all mussy and in tangles. Most of the princess’s faces were obscured by their hair, but the ones I was able to see were distorted in such a way I can’t really describe that well, though I’ll admit they looked pretty damn cool. Oh, their clothes were also a wreck too so yeah.

Crumbs became an idiot and decided to go up close to one (can’t remember which, i think it was Saffron?) to try and approach it friendly enough.

Saffron, like a wild animal, lunged at Crumbs and proceeded to violently rip her to shreds, and sure enough it was just as gruesome as Jewel’s death.

I remember just thinking to myself, “what the hell was this person on when making this?”

And yes, the remaining girls were horrified by that too and ran from the princesses as fast as they could.

Remember the scene I mentioned earlier with Peanut apparently getting attacked by that bug? Welp, they didn’t forget about that. Peanut immediately fell over, having a rather violent fit as she struggled for breath, her skin deteriorating as multi-colored insect larva ate their way out of her everywhere, some even lunging out like the chestbursters in Alien. (yes I know I already made that comparison before but still) They then proceeded to lunge at Pillow and devour her alive as she could only scream and the final two, Bea and Dot, could only watch.

As Pillow was honestly one of my most favorite Lalaloopsy, I just felt awful watching that.

Another princess, Anise, which I recognized full and clear with her pink and blue coloring, approached what remained of Pillow and grabbed some of the larvae, putting it in her mouth and devouring it, as her mouth was coated in a rainbow goo like that one My Little Pony episode with the zombies. 

I would say it was disgusting, but a mutant doll eating a worm was the least of my worries. 

She managed to speak words, which was strange because the princesses here were, again, mostly animalistic. Her voice was rather gravely, only vaguely sounding like the original.

“WHAT WERE YOU THINKING COMING TO A PLACE LIKE THIS?”

Okay, they weren’t even trying with that line.

Anise proceeded to grab Bea and beat her, but thankfully Bea was able to kick Anise right in the face, knocking her out before the grotesquely mutated princess could finish the job. Dot swiftly took Bea’s hand. Struggling to get up at first, the badly bruised Bea managed to get on her feet and run as Anise came to.

As they ran, Bea and Dot finally found the door where they came in. It tugged my heartstrings seeing the two tearfully look back, apparently reminiscing their friends, before leaving Lala-Oopsies Land for good.

It then cut to Bea in bed, very ill. She was apparently covered in radiation tumors and her hair was almost gone. Apparently the island was highly radioactive. Dot was next to her bed in tears, as Bea weakly said her final words.

“I’m sorry, Dot… sorry… for everything...”

Violently coughing blood, Bea finally kicked the bucket as Dot sobbed hysterically. The movie cut to black and ended there with, surprise-surprise, no credits whatsoever.

All I thought of was “How the hell did Bea get sick from radiation poisoning but Dot didn’t?”

So anyway I took the movie disc out and put in the one with all the scribbles.

It was a compilation of recorded clips, all of them surprisingly in the MGA Entertainment headquarters itself I presume.

One clip I remember was a Lala-Oopsies Princess Anise doll flying, chasing a random employee as said employee was in a panic. Yea it was a weird one.

Another consisted of another employee testing out a Princess Juniper doll. As they were squishing the head, (the Lala-Oopsies dolls had squishy foam heads) the doll suddenly started to bleed violently. Not gonna lie, I laughed at what the employee said.

“GOD DAMN IT GARY WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT MAKING THE DOLLS BLEED.”

Last one I remember was two employees talking to each other. One of them asked the other,

“What exactly was your motivation in making this weird-ass movie?”

The other employee just responded in a weird reverse demonic gibberish I didn’t have time to translate. The first employee’s only response was a flat “what”. Exactly my reaction too. I decided that was enough and took out that disc and put it away.

Where’s the case now?

In one of my shelves. I’m keeping it. I just think it’s pretty unique in a way.

Not like it’s cursed or anything.

The End

[wrennix062]

Let's get personal:

• 6 of the songs you listen to most?

You’ll Be Back (Hamilton), Car Radio (TØP Vessel), Soldier Poet King (The Oh Hellos), IDK You Yet (Alexander 23), Lemons (Brye), S.L.U.T (Bea Miller)

• If you could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?

Thomas Sanders

• Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 23, give me line 17.

"Her smile faded, her chest tightened, and heavy blanket of anguis smothered her smallest joy."

• What do you think about most?

Whether or not the world exists

• What does your latest text message from someone else say?

Goodnight

• Do you sleep with or without clothes on?

With

• What's your strangest talent?

Uhm, I can identify any bird based on a picture (not that great a talent)

• Girls... (finish the sentence) Boys... (finish the sentence)

Girls are handsome. Boys are beautiful.

• Ever had a poem or song written about you?

Not that I know of

• When was the last time you played the air guitar?

Earlier tonight (i was listening to the phineas and ferb theme song)

• Do you have any strange phobias?

Agoraphobia (fear or large spaces/rooms, I always hated gym class)

• Ever stuck a foreign object up your nose?

One of those round flat LEGO dots

• What's your religion

I don't have one specific, though I lean towards a philosophy known as the Dao De Jing

• If you are outside, what are you most likely doing?

Birding

• Do you prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?

Behind.

• Simple but extremely complex. Favorite band?

Twenty Øne Pilots

• What was the last lie you told?

That I practiced piano

• Do you believe in karma?

It depends.

• What does your URL mean?

Pidgeon refers to Pidge Gunderson from Voltron Legendary Defender, 11206 is my favorite number

• What is your greatest weakness and strength?

Weakness - Emotions Strength - Music/Art/Writing

• Who is your celebrity crush?

Bex Taylor-Klaus

• Have you ever gone skinny-dipping?

No

• How do you vent your anger?

Writing angst

• Do you have a collection of anything?

Tiny screwdrivers

• Do you prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online?

Honestly it doesn't really matter. As long as I'm able to talk to them and hear them, I'm good.

• Are you happy with the person you've become?

More or less.

• What's a sound you hate vs a sound you love?

Hate - hail on my window or roof Love - pencil tapping

• What's your biggest "what if"?

What if the world as we know it doesn't exist and we are all living an illusion surrounded by other illusions that act as if they understand reality?

"I think, therefore I am."

• Do you believe in ghosts? What about aliens?

Ghosts, more or less. Aliens, absolutely. There is a vast and ever growing space beyond our knowledge, there is no way we're the only planet capable of harboring life.

• Stick your right arm out. What do you feel first? The same with your left arm.

Right - my nightstand Left - my wall

• Smell the air. What do you smell?

My dogs

• What's the worst place you have ever been to?

A mental hospital, visiting a family member. (No, it wasn't an insane asylum, this family member was dealing with suicidal thoughts and tendencies.)

• Choose - East or West coast?

East.

• Most attractive singer of your opposite gender?

I am all genders and none, but of my opposite sex would be Shawn Mendes

• To you, what is the meaning of life?

There is none. You wake up, do things daily, go to sleep, and repeat until you die. You aren't meant to do things differently, some people are just considered better than others and actually make an impact.

• Define Art.

A way for others to interpret an individual's self expression

• Do you believe in luck?

Yes. The universe doesn't treat people the same all the time.

• What's the weather like right now?

It's storming outside, lots of thunder and lightning and rain.

• What time is it?

At the time of writing this question, 12:10 am

• Do you drive? If so, have you ever crashed?

No, I don't drive.

• What was the last book you read?

"The Mysterious Benedict Society"

• Do you like the smell of gasoline?

Absolutely not.

• Do you have any nicknames?

One of my friends refers to me as Remus because I remind her of Remus from Sanders Sides

• What was the last film you saw?

"After The Dark" otherwise known as "The Philisphers"

• What's the worst injury you've had?

Between spraining my wrist and getting a two inch split on my scalp

• Have you ever caught a butterfly?

No, but I have held one and walked with it without it flying away

• Do you have any obsessions right now?

Chemical Engineering, learning Italian, Philosophy

• What's your sexual orientation?

Asexual - Panromantic

• Ever had a rumor spread about you?

Yes

• Do you believe in magic?

Not really, no (but I do believe in the paranormal)

• Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong?

The only person I know has done me wrong gaslighted me and made me believe it was my fault, so no

• What's your astrological sign?

Aquarius

• Do you save money or spend it?

Depends on if we're talking about video games or real life

• What's the last thing you purchased?

Starbucks White Chocolate Mocha

• Love or Lust?

Lust is fake. I will always and forever choose love

• In a relationship?

Nope

• How many relationships have you had?

Four

• Can you touch your nose with your tongue?

No

• Where were you yesterday?

At home

• Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you?

An old toy vault that I got at a book fair

• Are you wearing socks right now?

No

• What's your favorite animal?

It's between a lion, a snake, or a coral polyp

• What is your secret weapon to get someone to like you?

Use a super cheesy dad joke, it always makes everyone laugh

• Where is your best friend?

At home

• Give me your top five favorite blogs on Tumblr

Idk I don't really follow any blogs

• What is your heritage?

Italian, Danish, Norwegian, English

• What were you doing last night at 12:00 am?

Writing fanfiction

• What do you think is Satan's last name?

Grovum (don't ask me why)

• Be honest. Ever gotten yourself off?

I tried, I hated it

• Are you the kind of friend you want to have as a friend?

Not really, no

• You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss told you that if you are late on more time, you get fired. What do you do?

If I'm late all the time, it means I don't wanna be there. I'll search for my dream job, but right now there is an innocent life at stake and I can do something about it.

• You are at the doctor's office and she has just informed you that you have one month to live. a) Do you tell anyone/everyone that you're going to die? b) What do you do with your remaining days? c) Would you be afraid?

a) I tell my closest family and friends. I want them to be there for me, but if I tell anyone I'm not close with, they will only pity me.

b) I will spend the rest of my time eating chocolate, drinking coffee like it's soup, and blending waffles, because doing something weird is doing something fun.

c) Not at all. Death is an inevitable concept. I would be sad, I would be angry, but I would not be afraid. There isn't a point to being scared of something you can't avoid.

• You can only have one of these things; trust or love.

I choose love. Living life without loving another person, whether it be romantic, platonic, or familial, would be torture. And for me, love is the same as trust, but trust is not the same as love.

• What's a song that always makes you happy when you hear it?

"Sincerely Me" from Dear Evan Hansen

• What are the last four digits of your cell phone number?

9286

• In your opinion, what makes a great relationship?

Equality.

• How can I win your heart?

Chocolate, a Ferris wheel ride at night, and accepting my sexual orientation.

• Can insanity have more creativity?

No. Creativity is always in the back of your mind. The same is with darker creativity. Insanity just brings it to the forefront or makes you act on it.

• What is the single best decision you have made in your life?

I decided that self harm doesn't help. I'm glad I did, or I could have landed myself in a hospital.

• What size shoes do you wear?

8 1/2

• What quote would be written on your tombstone?

"Life is a locked door. Death is the key.

Death is a locked door. Life is the key."

• What is your favorite word?

Infinitesimal

• Give me the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word heart.

Red mixed with black and white.

• What is a saying you say a lot?

What can you do when you live in a shoe

• What is the last song you listened to?

"Heavydirtysoul"

• Basic question, what is your favorite color?

Green

• What is your current desktop picture?

Hogwarts castle

• If you could press one button and make anyone in the world explode, who would it be?

*thinks to self* does my sleep paralysis demon count..?

• What would be a question you'd be afraid to tell the truth on?

It's not a matter of which question, it's a matter of who's asking it

• One night you wake up because you heard a noise. You turn the light on to find you are surrounded by mummies. The mummies arent really doing anything, they're just standing around your bed. What do you do?

Offer them some toilet paper, maybe they're here because the ones at the supermarket are still sold out.

• You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what's even cooler is that they grant you a superpower if your choice. What is that power?

Shapeshifting

• You can re-live any point in time in your life. The time-span can only be a half-hour, though. What half hour experience would you like to experience again?

My first time watching the first scene in IT.

• You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?

Fighting with both of my best friends

• You have the opportunity to sleep with the music-celebrity of your choice. Who would it be?

None. I'm asexual.

• You just got a free plane ticket anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go?

Venice, Italy

• Do you have any relatives in jail?

No

• Have you ever thrown up in the car?

Yes

• Ever been on a plane

No

• If the whole word we're listening to you right now. what would you say?

F**k Donald Trump

[ihopeyouthinkof-me]

the beginning

Hi! Soo, I’m obviously new here and I felt I needed to begin my blog with an introduction and a reason. So hi (again) welcome to my space, you can call me bea! I’ve always wanted to start a blog and tonight finally felt like the right time to do it. I actually made one when I was a freshman, but ended up deleting it and turning to a different platform. And then about a year ago, I tried again. I put all my information into tumblr and ended up hitting “cancel” before even finishing signing up. But today, tonight is finally the day. Why did I make this blog, you may be wondering (probably not, but humor me)? This may not make sense, but I sometimes have random thoughts or epiphanies pop into my head and I don't know what to do with them. Sometimes they feel bigger, more important to just stick in my journal. I want to know someone may be listening and possibly relate to my words. So that’s why I’m here, to just write. Now, I am in no way a talented or expert writer. I’m not doing this to showcase my skills, because there are none. I just want to write. So if grammar mistakes, stylistic issues, misplaced punctuation, or any other things occur, please forgive me and if you feel the need to correct me, please do so in a kind way (pretty sure this is a run-on sentence, my specialty, so become familiar with them!) But who knows, maybe with writing these posts I will improve! Basically on this blog, I am just going to write anything I want! And if you feel like reading, that’s up to you.

The last thing I wanted to do is run through my choices for my blog. My username and title is “i hope you think of me” (I know, I don’t like the random dash either, but the name with no dash was already taken). There really isn’t some big, important reason behind it, I usually just pick my titles based off of songs. So I put my Liked Songs playlist on shuffle, and after a few skips of ones that didn’t feel right, Maggie Rogers cover of Taylor Swift’s “Tim McGraw” popped up and Rogers opens the song with “I hope you think of me” and I just liked it. My initial thought was, when you read my words, my thoughts, fears, dreams, anything, I hope you think of me… but now thinking about it, it kinda doesn't make sense because of course you’d think of me when you read my posts because they’re MY posts. But that was my reasoning behind it so. Next I wanted to talk about my header. Yes, it’s for Harry Styles, and yes I love that man so much. SO much. But I also felt it fit because do I even know who I am, truly? Because sometimes when I get those epiphanies, I don’t know if I do? But that is something to dive into later. Bottom line, I love Harry (what’s your fav song from Fine Line?) I believe the last thing I wanted to mention was my name. No, bea is not my real name. Since this blog is public and I would like people to read and possibly relate to my very personal thoughts, I’d rather just stay anonymous. It feels too personal to possibly pour out my heart and then have my name and picture attached to it. I don’t know if that makes sense at all, but that’s how I feel so you are free to call me bea!  

I think that wraps up basically everything I wanted to say tonight! Thank you for reading if you got  this far! See you whenever I decide to write.

-bea

January 3, 2020. 1:23am

[whoslaurapalmer]

hot takes on ihoso, rife with spoilers, this is a lot of words

in general (a little less spoilery?)

-to me, I think the book is the most fun when it tries to function like the unauthorized autobiography – like, the page of the book about the paltryville fire, part of fernald’s job resume, the full article about the anwhistle aquatics fire, the stuff like that, I loved reading them and it reminded me so much of being like ten years old and reading unauto for the first time, it was a damn delight

-behind the scenes stuff was really interesting, and it was pretty much just, mostly, behind the scenes stuff, which just makes it weird combined with the parts that are more reminiscent of unauto

-but, good behind the scenes content.

-a lot more like, explicit s3 content than I was expecting. we really did pay for a trailer, didn’t we

-although it was kind of nice because I can sometimes hate reading information about things i’ve already seen, I almost missed one of the coded letters at the bottom of a page cause I was like ‘why the fuck do you want me to reread the timeline for an episode i’ve already fucking seen and know from the books?????’ so seeing new content was still………….nice, I guess

-i will give it this. the cover is very nice. book has a nice weight to it. like, you could probably kill a man with it.

notes I made while reading (incredibly spoilery)

-endlessly amused that nph has under his signature ‘actor and count olaf’s legal representative’ -like, what would that be like??????

- “ – and the show’s version of fiona widdershins echoes another morally ambiguous girl searching for her missing father (see: ellington feint, pg 89)” NO I DO NOT WANT TO SEE ELLINGTON FEINT, PG 89 but also I never…….considered fiona and ellington to be similar, but, I mean, I guess??? I mean actually yeah I can sort of see it

-awww booooooooo they cut out a mention of the word hangfire in the wide window

- “but he once had a selfless heroic side, and he feels very loving and protective towards the baudelaires. they’re all he has left in the world, these children that aren’t even his, and I think he wants to see them in a safe place.” patrick warburton you’re breaking my heart -oh he also got the tattoo!!!!! top notch bro

-WOW THE PIC OF LEMONY AND BEA IS JUST SMACK-DAB IN THE BEGINNING OF THE BOOK WITH ALL THE DEDICATIONS AROUND IT, artsy -although honestly I think from behind she looks more like jacquelyn but that could just be the black and white   -also, there’s the wonder taxi again….

-oh, the full page of the paltryville fire book -i always give bea more of the inventing vibes than bertrand although he probably has them too (says a girl who once wrote a scene (and then scrapped it) where bertrand can’t figure out how a radiator works, but that’s neither here nor there) and the idea that he ‘repurposed a large cowbell, a hammer, and a ten-foot pole to create a makeshift fire alarm’ is a DELIGHT   -and the lumbermill photo…. -wow larry is really credited as ‘mr. your-waiter’ - ‘not pictured: dr. orwell’s flamethrower’ good job

-aunt josephine’s ‘chance of survival’ is listed as ‘cloudy’ -aasif mandvi describes playing monty as “a little bit of a cross between a swashbuckler like errol flynn and gene wilder as willy wonka” and you know what???? that’s the most delightful thing i’ve heard in my whole life cause that’s on point

-OH I’M SORRY DID YOU JUST CONFIRM JACQUELYN AS R????? IS THAT WHAT I’M SEEING, PG 42??????????????? -that has honestly been my least favorite theory and I hate it with all my heart and you’ll never get me to accept jacquelyn as ramona, light of my life -also larry is listed as ‘last seen….missing!’ gustav is ‘last seen….DEAD’ which is just, hilarious, and…….yeah whatev re: jacquelyn -although this does make me no longer the only person out there shipping r/olivia considering all the jacquelyn/olivia stuff but i’m. still not happy about it. as previously expressed.

- “kit is a fearless volunteer, a trusted friend, and currently, a very pregnant woman” next to a picture of allison williams looking barely pregnant if at all -ALLISON WILLIAMS JUST SHOOTING OFF DETAILS ABOUT KIT’S OPENING SCENE LIKE WE’VE ALREADY SEEN SLIPPERY SLOPE YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO -although kit straight-up diving off a mountain while pregnant is still…….pretty kit   - “leaping off a mountain may not be a typical activity for an expectant mother, but kit snicket pulls it off with bravery and style.” bravery? yes! style? no

me: hey mom can I ask you a question mom: sure me: would you say this picture of this woman looks very pregnant mom: yep me: you would???? I mean like she looks a little obviously pregnant but – mom: she does, but….maybe not very pregnant me: I didn’t think very pregnant. mom: i’d say she’s…….six months???? mom: six months. me: thank you for that assessment.

- “dashing and heroic, adventurous and charming” have never been words I have used to describe jacques snicket in my entire life, I have never cringed so hard before -in case anyone was wondering, i’ve based my entire characterization of jacques on basically one single line – “principal predicament: wondering if it’s the right time to step in”

- “while the book’s version of olivia is a veteran agent of dubious morality, the show reinvents her as a noble school librarian struggling against institutional corruption.” because apparently ‘veteran agent of dubious morality’ wasn’t good enough for you, I GUESS

-oh my they have the rhetorical building marked on the ‘admittedly stylish but how many eyes can you really incorporate into geography before lulu vandelay starts to think you’re overplaying this’ city map -also some of these streets are………..very tiny, but they’re all labeled (and named mostly after people involved in the production) but i’m gonna need like a goddamn magnifying glass for this, what the hell -or well there are numbered places on the side but besides the longitude/latitude markings there are, no numbers -but I am dying to know where they’re placing the grotto on this map wtf personally i just imagined........a bigger landscape, especially once they reach the ocean, as perhaps illogical as that truly is 

-okay i’m gonna give them this, the explanation about the trolley/underground tunnel system was, actually, intriguing and fairly on-point. I am, distressingly, impressed.

-thank you, pg 48, for immediately pulling me back to reality by listing the kids as ‘klaus, violet, and sunny’ that was unnecessary and uncalled for, have a hearty fuck you!

-why…….look, “i’d rather eat a bowl of vampire bats than spend an hour with carmelita spats” isn’t from ‘poet unknown.’ isadora wrote that. why put????? ‘poet unknown’????????? cause she’s not!!!! unknown!!!! THIS IS VERY, VERY CLEAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

- “there are few things more dangerous than a person armed with a slingshot and a poorly oriented moral compass” thank you for forcing me to relive the memory of stew mitchum while reading about carmelita

-fernald’s education listed as ‘degrees in marine biology and theatre arts’ good on you for keeping that in

- ohhhhhhhhhh re: white faced women “heimlich hospital announces birth of world’s first conjoined triplets” good on you for hopefully not taking away third sibling backstory!!! hadn’t considered them as triplets, though, but I hadn’t considered them as twins, either, so whatever

-awww I wish they’d found a way to keep in the cut song from the end of s2 it looked delightful

-olaf as “alias: DAD” in s3…………….oh boy -“the voice is reminiscent of eugene levy” oh man but i’m here for that

-re: barry sonnenfeld “in the grim grotto he plays the vital role of the missing captain widdershins” well that sentence is like six kinds of whiplash -he makes a good…….sea captain picture though.

-hmmmmm the lil sugar bowl section seems to lean towards the horseradish as the contents…….?

- “the props department created two sugar bowls, including a rubber version that could be dropped for a critical scene in season three.” oh really. oh. really. that better just be someone flinging it out the damn window in the mountains

-the masked ball invitation saying “a safe place that we hope will be much more difficult to burn” right on

-as someone who has frequently wondered how they really use movies for codes considering information can change while making the movie and how would you even decode it anyway, the explanation of pulling a message from existing subtitles based on a changing code number makes sense, but probably still won’t change how I view them making a considerable number of movies on the fly -does remind me, though, of how I put in beatrice the idea of picking up certain props, something that can be easily changed, in order to convey information

-bo welch saying “so I asked barry, ‘this house in season one that olaf lives in, where did he get that?’ and in talking with him, we decided that he probably married or moved in with some wealthy old dowager and then when she died, he kept the house, and of course, he didn’t have the resources and it went to seed.” well that’s…………………...uh………………….one way to think about it I prefer the theory that it’s the remains of his family’s house

-WHO WAS RESPONSIBLE FOR WRITING ‘AND, FUCK YEAH, OTTOMANS’ IN THE SCRIPT ABOUT JUSTICE STRAUSS’S LIBRARY THAT’S FUCKING AMAZING

-okay all the little jokes they have in the scripts are. GREAT

-nathan fillion re: jacques “he’s goodhearted. he’s kind. he’s capable. and he’s dead.”

-wow uh just straight-up revealing the opening theme rhymes for s3. gutsy of you

-you know, I really am sad they cut out widdershins, because i really liked him, and fiona aggressively adopting his mannerisms once he disappears, and i LOVE the scene here she tells the kids why widdershins didn’t go after the kids and how much fiona herself doesn’t know, but, i......guess they could still????? keep that in????? if he said that before he disappeared??? depends on when they have him disappearing, i guess 

i just????? widdershins is the whole reason they don’t show up until they do so how this works out now idk, unless they’re gonna have just fiona actively trying to find the kids (if they go that route, unless they just like, bump into each other?) as a KID trying to save kids does put an interesting spin on it

-THE WHOLE POINT IS THE SECRECY, THOUGH!!! FIONA IS BASICALLY STILL RAISED IN VFD AND SHE HAS NO DAMN CLUE ABOUT IT AT ALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! augggggggggggggg

-the anwhistle aquatics article talking about gregor and ike not getting along?????? intriguing - “there are secrets in this world to terrible for decent people to know.” I read that and immediately thought of “mrs. palmer, there are things dark and heinous in this world. things too horrible to tell our children.” but that could just be because my mind pulls up peaks quotes for literally everything

-you know as much as I liked the imagined red vibe of penultimate peril, i’m really digging these set pieces even if they are green

- “several key scenes in the penultimate peril take place in an opulent opera house” are you gonna full flashback to the opera house??????????????? because hmmmmmmmmmm I never wanted to see the whole thing but I HAVE always imagined them as. barely adults when the opera happens, so?? at least there’s that

-still VERY nervous at the idea of the beatrice letters being at the end of the end. no damn clue what i’m nervous about. I already had my say about how I think the beatrice letters goes down. in almost 20,000 words. it shouldn’t matter to me. but. regardless. ……….still nervous……….

-based on the allusions page it looks like this be the verse and the blind men and the elephant will show up?????? they’d BETTER (and if I had to pick, this be the verse.) (my brit lit professor in college took great, great thrill in reading that poem out loud, so much so that when we were studying it, she read it out loud twice. she was a delightful woman.) (but re: the elephant poem that’s just, such a sweet, delightful memory of bertrand ‘sweetest man alive’ baudelaire, and considering all the memories of bea and bertrand they’ve really cut out, I just really, really want that one to stay in…….)

-hey, that final image of the eye-shaped island????? legitimately one of the most terrifying things i’ve ever seen in my life. I hope you’re happy.

-so, missed two words in the telegram code so I did look up what it was, and I was incredibly disappointed that that was all it was

(HOLY FUCK WAIT A SECOND as i’m rereading the beginning of my notes here, the see: ellington feint, that’s the only reference to ellington and she’s not even mentioned on the referenced page because it’s one of the code pages, but if that’s supposed to somehow imply ellington is in the two sets of people the telegram code refers to i’m. not gonna be happy) (unless it was just a reference to how the picture of barry sonnenfeld in austere academy is as the founder of the school, last name feint, and…….they’re just doing something with that, how the hell should I know) well I was disappointed until I got UNNECESSARILY TERRIFIED BY PROBABLY OVER-THINKING IT, gonna forget that ever happened at all, completely anyway, besides that, it’s still………….nothing that really???? doesn’t already go without saying?????? like THAT’S the code you decided to put in this book????? and how does that have any relevance to ‘don’t decode it until after s3’

[immediocregoodbye]

92 truths tag

RULES: Once you’ve been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 92 truths about you. at the end choose 25 people to be tagged.

Pretend @isoldmyheadbutnotmystereo  tagged me because I know she was thinking abotu me but 2, 2 shy, hush hush eye 2 eye

LAST:

drink: Iced coffee, 6 sugar packets half a gallon of half and half (what’s half a gallon of half and half? a quarter quarter of a quarter?)

phone call: Doctor’s office 

text message: My friend Alex and I talking about 10 year high school reunions and how painful high school was

song you listened to: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8-3_a24I3PY&ab_channel=BarsukRecords

time you cried: 2-3 days ago I can’t remember

HAVE YOU EVER:

dated someone twice: No

been cheated on: I don’t think so

lost someone special: How literal? Like lost in the desert? I have lost friends in the desert. Or like death literal? I don’t think in that case. Or like metaphorically people drifting out of my life? Probably but I’m a sociopath and got over it I guess.

been depressed: HAHAHAHA 

Haha

been drunk and thrown up: So this one time it was my friend Lauren’s birthday and her boyfriend worked at a bar my coworkers and I always went to after shift and since it was Whiskey Wednesday he brought out a tray of like 30 whiskey shots and since it was free and I was poor, me and every other sucker just did back to back shots of whiskey then walked to Denny’s. I puked in their bathroom twice, ended up under the table sleeping on a Barney Rubble toy someone won from a claw machine, woke up and was driven home, puked all night and then when I woke up hungover I tried sleeping it off on the couch but as soon as I started feeling better there was a commercial for Jack Daniels on TV and I got up and threw up again.

Also like 3 other times probably which isn’t that bad considering how often/the vast quantity I used to drink

IN THE PAST YEAR HAVE YOU:

made a new friend: YEAH!! I made some of the best friends of my life in the last year.

fallen out of love: No!!!

laughed until you cried: In the past YEAR? I’m sure I have but I can’t remember over what.

met someone who changed you: I’ve met people who have really affected my life for sure so yeah I guess!

found out who your true friends are: I feel like I’ve known this for like 10 years

found out someone was talking about you : I think people talk about me every day and talk shit I wouldn’t even be surprised I don’t need to find out I KNOW

GENERAL:

how many people on tumblr do you know in real life?: God, I know a lot of Tumblr people in real life actually.

do you have any pets?: One dog (my parent’s), one cat (actually my wife’s but WHATEVER I LOVE THAT CAT)

do you want to change your name?: Nah I don’t care

what time did you wake up this morning: 10am

what were you doing last night: Drawing and using some dope bath bombs, possibly at the same time (spoiler alert don’t bring your laptop and tablet in the bath, that creates a literal bomb in your bath)

name something you cannot wait for: I’m gonna see my goil soon and I can’t wait!!! 

have you ever talked to a person named tom?: Hell yeah one of my good buddies is named Tom and he’s DUMB 

what’s getting on your nerves right now: Fucking everything I’m on my period THAT’S MY PERIOD YA DUMB BITCH THAT’S MY PEERIOODDD

blood type: A+ (because I aced my blood test wink)

nickname: ???/ I have a lot but none that are like widely used. Kisa, Burro, Gay, Twin, Star Bud, Bea, E, etc (etc isn’t a nickname)

relationship status: murried

zodiac sign: Gemini

pronouns: She/Her

favorite show: Steven Universe, Adventure Time, Gravity Falls, BoJack, for recent shit. For older cartoons, Futurama, ATLA, old Spongebob, FOP, Hey Arnold. Not cartoons, Parks and Rec, B99, 30 Rock, like anything on food network lol.

college:Went/Dropped Out, finished an AA online but never finished my degree in art or w/e. Might go back someday to be a MFT but masters in therapy takes a long-ass time

hair color: Really dark brown and gray

do you have a crush on someone: Is it gay to say your wife

what do you like about yourself: Fuck uh. I think I’m a good friend and try my best to make people feel good about themselves. I’m good hearted and treat people well. I’m a good listener. I think I can be pretty funny. I can be creative if I try. I’m open to doing a lot of new stuff. I’m pretty open-minded and cool w/ going with the flow. I cook pretty dope. 

FIRSTS:

first surgery: My first ever and I shit you not was an 8 hour hip surgery at a hospital that has a very specific specialist for the type of hip injury I got. I was in the hospital for 5 days recovering and had 12 pins and 2 plates put in.

first piercing: OKAY LISTEN my first piercing was my ears, I got it done at the mall and they put some fuckin CHEAP material in my ears. I ended up having an allergic reaction and my skin actually CLOSED over the backings so I was trying to take them out one night and couldn’t?? I went to the hospital the next morning and they numbed my ears and cut the skin open to get the earings out. I was like 8 years old lol.

first sport you joined: Soccer, age 9

first vacation: I don’t really remember because my family took my siblings and I on vacation every year - it was usually a trip up the coast of California, to Monterey, Morro Bay and San Fran.

first pair of sneakers: Yes

RIGHT NOW:

eating: I wish

drinking: I wish

i’m about to: lose my mind UP IN HERE UP IN HERE

listening to: A Youtube video which is talking about politics because I’m an adult that listens to polical news while drawing!!!

want kids: Probably not I wouldn’t want a child that’s genetically my own because of the lotta problems I have, I’d adopt if I ever decided to but I don’t think I’ll ever want kids because I’m sort of selfish with my time and wouldn’t want the commitment of a child. 

get married: RIGHT NOW??? AGAIN?? @man-cultural-outing

career: My current career is what I’ve wanted to do for a while, which is mental health and drug counseling at a rehab, but if I moved into another career, I’d hope to move up into therapy or if I ever committed to doing something art related I might consider it

WHICH IS BETTER:

lips or eyes: Prob like eyes more

hugs or kisses: I like both, I think hugs are nicer probably

shorter or taller: Doesn’t matter, as long as your heart is tal and your temper is short

older or younger: Are we talking like dating preference or just people or...? Like? I don’t care honestly, I have no preference in physical appearance, age, whatever.

romantic or spontaneous: Romantic

sensitive or loud: Sensitive

hookup or relationship : Relationship. I’ve been aware I’m asexual since I was an early teen and I’ve never considered hooking up with someone before.

troublemaker or hesitant: Hesitant. I’m super afraid of getting in trouble and I fold under pressure fast lol.

HAVE YOU EVER:

kissed a stranger: If I did it was a long time ago

drank hard liquor: See answer up above (also one night in Isla Vista I had 13 shots of Everclear and didn’t died)

lost contacts/glasses: Don’t think so

sex on first date: Never

broken someone’s heart: I mean I’ve rejected people so probably

been arrested: Probably

turned someone down: A few times

fallen for a friend: That is almost exclusively what has happened to me

DO YOU BELIEVE:

in yourself: Not really but I also tell myself I just gotta do the shit I gotta do and I get it done.

miracles: I’m not totally sure. I think great things happen randomly sometimes and I think things work out for the best and I’m grateful they do but I accept that it’s just random luck. I’ve never prayed for a miracle or anything.

love at first sight: Sort of. I don’t think love based on attraction at first sight is a thing for me. But I think understanding I love someone the first time I meet them and get a vibe about them is something I can say I believe in.

I don’t really care to tag anyone I can’t remember who I’m friends with so if you want to do this just tag me and say I tagged you okay thanks

[gotfuckingseven]

Perfect - Min Yoongi

So this little imagine was a request by an anon, and she wanted it based on Perfect by Ed Sheeran. I love the song and I tried to do my best to kinda fit into it. I hope y’all like it.

-Bea

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader 

Type: Fluff

Word Count: 881 

Right after getting out of the restaurant, you and Yoongi were talking about what happened this week. You would always go out on the weekends; sometimes just to chill at each other houses, or to go to the movies. Some days, like today, you would have dinner. You two used to call it your “little dates”, having been good friends for years, but no one never leveled up the relationship to something bigger. You were to shy to say anything. You knew he was your best friend and you liked him a lot, possibly love him, but you never had the guts to actually say anything to him. You were too afraid to open up, and confess your feelings to him and end up alone, making your awesome friendship turn into dust. One day, maybe, you could try to give him a hint or something, but not today.

“My literature teacher is trying to kill me. He just gave us  a project where we need to interpret the feelings of every single character of The Great Gatsby.” you said rolling your eyes.

“I know you can do it! You’re the best in your class, and drama is what you've always wanted to do.” He moved closer to you and held your hand, intertwining your fingers.

This type of affection was really normal between the two of you, but even being used to it, you would always feel some butterflies in your stomach every time it happened.

“It’s hard but, I think I’m have just enough passion to keep it up with these classes. How was your week?” You turned to him and your eyes met his, but you broke the contact after some seconds. 'Pleeeease Y/N don’t blush', you told to yourself.

“I worked a lot at the studio with the boys. We are writing some music for our new album. You could go there and spend some time with us.” He told you casually.

“Of course! Maybe I can help you guys with some lyrics since you suck at writing them lately.” You let go of his hand and ran away from him.

“Hey! Come here and say it again to my face!” Laughing and looking somewhere to go you found the playground you used to play when you were young. You decided to run there and tried to sit on the swing set, but two arms pulled you back.

“Do you think you can just run like that without a punishment? Hum?” Yoongi started tickling you, making tears fall from your eyes.

“S-stop! This i-is not f-fair” You tried to say but he was still tickling you.

“Only if you agree I write the best lyrics in the whole world.” You felt some shivers on the back of your spine when you notice he whispering close to your ears. With a firm hold on your waist, he waited for your answer.

“I agree! You are the best lyricist in the entire world.” He loosened his arms allowing you timescale from his grip.

After you sat on the swing, you tapped on the swing next to you with your hands as a sign for him to take a sit. Both of you were sitting in silence, eyes locked on the Ham River, not so far from the playground. You listened to his deep breathing and looked at him, coming back from your thoughts. “What?” You swore he said something. He looked at you in response, making eye contact. ‘Not again…why are you like that with me today? Stop looking at my eyes all the time!’ That’s what you wanted to say, but you couldn’t.

“Nothing.” He said in return, but you could tell he was hiding something.

“I said fuck.” A deep silence came after his words. You looked away, back at the beautiful Seoul landscape.

“'Fuck,' what?” Yoongi was not usually like that, but you could tell he was nervous. Maybe he remembered something from his job that pissed him off.

“I just don’t know how can you make me feel so powerless. I never have courage enough to tell you how I really feel. But I guess today is the day to do so.” He looked at the ground, then at you. ‘What the fuck is happening?’ Pinching yourself on the arm, you actually thought you were dreaming.

“Hum?” You gasped. You looked everywhere but at him. You were blushing and you needed to talk.

“Are you kidding? Because I’m the coward here.” You pointed at yourself. The words now rolling off of your tongue were completely careless. “I’m the one who is afraid and suffering when we are together. When we touch or when we make eye contact I just want to kill myself, cause in my mind all I want to do is kiss you and tell how much I love you and… and I don’t want to los-“ He came forward and your lips touched. It was sweet, not like the taste, but the feeling. He was soft and calm with you. Your eyes closed. You couldn't believe this was actually happening.

“You talk to much when you’re nervous." You parted, and he spoke. “Being friends or more than that, I will never let you out of my life, because you’re everything I want, everything I need. Y/N you’re perfect.”