#Wicked Woods

[priokskfm]

#MixOfDay #Podacast #Radioshow #LiveDjset Wicked Woods 2022 Wicked Woods was nice. If you are also nice, this festy is for you! It was a serious honour rocking the sunrise on 'stacked Saturday' at the Unicorn Lounge, following SEVERAL of my favourite artists and biggest inspirations. I am so grateful for every beat, and it was def a highlight of my career bringing the sun up with so many smiles. Thank you to everyone that stayed up soooo late to rock out with me and for those that missed it - hope you guys dig my sunrise set from Wicked Woods 2022! Peace ~Funk Tracklist FunkinRight - Wicked Woods Intro Griz X The Sponges - Turn That Music Up (FR Edit) How we do a fake ID (FR Edit) FunkinRight - Tell You Friends You Love Them Father Funk - Boogie Nights (FR Edit) Shapeless & Casual Order - Funk Police (Extended) FunkinRight - Lava Nicky Genesis & Rumpus - You Betta (FR Dolla and Gold Edit) Cazztek Neon Steve - The Party Update (Extended Mix) POSIJ (Neon Steve Edit) (FR Re-edit) Shapeless & StiGy - Colors Tchami & Marten Hørger - The Calling (FR Edit) Arnold & Lane - I Wanna FXXX WBBL - Eat Yo Salad The Sponges - Gotta Move On (Extended Mix) CID - Carnaval de Paris (Extended Mix) LOUIS THE CHILD - KEEP ON MOVING SHORT EDIT Manic Focus, The Sponges - Brand New Funk (Original Mix) Askillz X 50 cent - Twang Bangers is High All the Time (FR Edit) Voodoo vibe X Snoop - Freshback Gin & Juice (FR Edit) Sunglasses (BadboE & B-Side Remix) Featurecast X Stickybuds - KPMpire (FR Edit) Ease Your Mind, Gangsta Nation (FR Edit) WBBL x Mobb Deep Shook You (FR Edit) Real Love Got Me Crazy Right Now (FR Edit) Bright Idea - Glitchn Aboot (FunkinRight Remix) The Funk Hunters x CMC & Silenta - Tribute (La Felix Remix) X Ray Ted - Get the Funk out the House (FR Edit) FunkinRight - Like Dis (Fractal Edit) Father Funk - Boogie Time Boydex & Stabfinger - Cosmic Funk (FR Edit) WBBL - Say my name (FR Edit) Mr Stabalina - In The Air (original mix) Boydex X FunkinRight - Funk Buddies ID FunkinRight X Boydex - Funk Buddies ID Super Freak (No Thanks Remix) WBBL - Kids (FR Edit) Jimi Needles - BYOB (FR Edit) Father Funk - Ray Charles (FR Hands in the air Edit) Jimi Needles -Hands in the Air (FR Edit) Featurecast - Shut You Down (FR Edit) WBBL - thinking of you (FR Edit) Jimi Needles - It's So Damn Funky Eric Prydz - Call On Me (Father Funk Remix) Jimi Needles - stay (FR Edit) Curtis Mayfield How You Want It (FR Edit) Defunk - Bones (FR Edit) SLY - Lean On (FR Edit) K Theory - Things I Like To Do GRiZ - For The Love ft. Talib Kweli GRiZ - Turnin’ ft. Orlando Napier Funk, Funky, DnB, 2022, "House ", "House Music", "Funky House", "Bass House", "Tech House", "Mid Tempo", "Funky Breaks", "Funky Glitch Hop", "Glitch Hop", "Funky Bass", "Drum and Bass", "Funky DnB", "Sunrise Set", "Dj Mix", "Wicked Woods Music Festival", "Wicked Woods"

[trashpidgeon48]

Musicals are time loops. Every night, the same thing happens except for a few minor differences. It always ends the same. If you want the characters to do something different or to make better choices, too bad. The actors are bound by the script and the score. The only way for the time loop to end is for the show to close. But you (the audience) don't want the show to close, nor do the actors who would like to be employed. It's a lose/lose situation. For the actors, audience, technicians, and for the characters, who are forever stuck in the same stretch of time.

[jacksoncrabb]

Hey, Lets Go Throw Discs This Summer

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[morgangalaxy43]

“Musicals are bad” “musicals are overrated” they are amazing and they have brought us some of the greatest songs, plays and movies ever and some of you just hate having a good time

[wickcipher]

FOR THE SPOTIFY THING! LEO NUMERO UNO

I really have no idea how this song ended up in #1 but here we are

[Masterpost]

[lazari-returns]

Jeff the Killer Redesign

The complexities of Jeffery T Killer.

Savage monster of a man or shitpost tumblrina?

I like to think they're the same person.

[itsgrapes-exe]

musicals as vines

[gelphiegifs]

*puts a gelphie hug on ur dash*

[johnwickb1tsch]

bittersweet ~ a yandere!John Wick x fem!reader sunshine/grump coffee shop AU... Part 5 all chapters

-You take him home, and you can't help but stare in awe as you go through the gate. The Wick residence is quite the cabin-style manse, a behemoth in dark painted wood and stone and massive mirrored windows.

“Do you...want to come in?” he offers as you park in the circle drive. “Dog would love to see you.” 

You look at him, not sure if that is code for he would like you to spend more time with him. It’s so hard to read this man. It doesn't seem like he's hitting on you though. Just…being nice? You know he must be lonely, and you truly have nothing better to do. 

“Ok. I can stay for a little while.”

The mudroom leads into the kitchen, which is dark cabinets and black marble countertops. Dog trots up to you immediately upon entrance, snoofing your outreached hands and leaning heavily on your legs. “Hi sweetie,” you say, scratching his side.

“How about a snack?” John offers, opening the refrigerator. “I’m always hungry after a hike.”

“Okay.” 

“Want some coffee? Tea?”

“I can make it, if you show me where your stuff is.”

“No, it’s your day off. Let me take care of you. You always take care of me.”

You're a little dumbfounded, standing in this man’s kitchen who by his own admission, you barely know. Never once have you been invited by any of the wealthy visitors from the coffee shop into their homes. Why would you be?

You aware again of how he towers over you. It makes your very bones weak, when he looks down at you with those shining dark eyes. He does not look away from you, holding your gaze. You don't know why, but you feel a little like a butterfly caught in a spider’s web. 

“Have a seat,” he directs, nodding towards a leather-upholstered stool at the island.

 “Ok...”

You are not used to being taken care of. You’ve been on your own for so long.

You feel a little out of place, and cautiously slide up onto the stool, looking around. It’s an open plan, you can see into the recessed living room with its cavernous ceiling. The house is painted in dark shades, masculine, but very stylish. It's classy but comfortable, with large windows to let in the light and the natural beauty from outside.

Then you watch with more than a little fascination as John sets up a kettle and a French press, then starts putting together a little charcuterie spread on a wooden board. His hands are poetry in motion, and like when he’d helped you with your burn, you cannot look away. He slices artisan sausage and cheese, expensive locally crafted treats from the grocer you can never afford on your ramen budget. They look delicious.  

You feel like quite the honored guest. The kitchen fills with the heavenly scent of coffee as he pours the hot water into the carafe, and you relax slightly.

“You didn’t have to do all this for me, Mr. Wick,” you say as the selection on the charcuterie board expands to sliced apple and herby crackers, still a bit mortified.

 “Call me John,” he insists, looking at you through his hair. Your heart does an extra hard tha-thump in your chest. “And it’s my pleasure, really.”

With sundries in tow you go to the living room, where there are soft leather couches and a rustic walnut wood coffee table. He turns on the gas fireplace, lending the room a warm glow. You notice there are bookshelves flanking the fireplace that rise almost to the ceiling, completely full. This place is incredibly cozy, and as you settle into the cushion you regret already that you’ll have to leave.

Dog clambers up on the couch with you, practically climbing into your lap. You laugh, hugging the affectionate canine as he licks your face, but John gives him a funny look. 

“Is he not allowed on the couch?” you ask, feeling sheepish. 

“Not usually, but I'll let it slide.” He says it with a slight smile, looking at the animal bemusedly. “It's not often we have company.” 

Dog offers a canine smile, undoubtedly well aware that he is getting away with something this special day.

You take a sip of your coffee, and sigh. This is the good stuff. “God. You make better coffee than I do. Why do you even bother to come into the shop when you could just stay here all day?” You could just sit and read in this room for hours, you reckon. Look out the window. Watch the fire, and forget the outside world even exists.

“The shop has its perks,” he says quietly, looking at you out the corner of his eye. As usual, you're not sure if he's talking in double speak. In the end you decide it’s all in your head, and you relax a little more.

After snacking on tasty tidbits and sipping a bit more brew, you look around more. A wrought iron staircase leads up to a landing. You can tell the house sprawls a long way further back than just what you can see. Before you can stop yourself you blurt out, “Do you really live here all alone?”

You’ve never noticed a wedding ring, but then, he’s missingthe appropriate finger.

“Yes.” He looks off into the fire. “I was married once, but she passed away.”

Shit. You and your big fucking mouth.

“Oh. I'm so sorry.”

“Thanks. It seems like it was a lifetime ago now.” He frowns, clearly still deeply pained about it, and you feel so terrible for bringing it up. But sometimes once the scab is open, it's best to remember something good.

“What was her name?”

“Helen.”

“How pretty.”

“Yes. She was...a lovely woman.”

“What was she like?”

He smiles then. It's slight, and completely to himself. But you feel some validation in your train of inquiry. “She was smart, and funny, and she lit up any room she walked into.”

His total opposite, it sounded like. There’s a reason opposites attract, to make a whole. 

He sighs, a forlorn sound that squeezes your heart. “And, I loved her with all my heart.” 

“What a lucky woman,” you say before you can stop yourself. 

You absolutely feel the weight of the sidelong look he pays you this time.

“We had some luck, before she was diagnosed. But when you love someone like that...eternity wouldn't be long enough.”

You're not sure why there are tears in your eyes for someone you never met. 

“I wouldn't know,” you admit. 

No one has ever loved you so much. 

“You're young yet. You will, someday.” You can still feel him looking at you, out the corner of your eye. His gaze has such weight to it, a heady, heavy thing that is like a hand on your skin. 

“I’m not sure I want to,” you admit frankly. “It sounds…terrifying.”

“It is,” he agrees. “But when it hits you...you don't really get a choice.” 

Before you can think of an answer to that, somewhere in the house a phone rings. With a little frown John gets up to answer it. “Make yourself at home,” he tells you. It sounds a bit like an order.  

You take an impossibly soft blanket and drape it over you and dog, snuggling up in the cozy warmth. You don’t really mean to fall asleep, but you close your eyes, and you ae done for.

You dream that someone is gently touching your face, tracing the curve of your cheek ever so lightly.

You only wake up when there's a small noise, and you find John cleaning up what's left of the charcuterie board. 

“Sorry,” he whispers, glaring down at the cheese knife that dared roll off onto the table. 

That he would apologize to you, when you're the one who fell asleep in his house, is pretty absurd.

You sit up a little. The weight of dog has made one of your legs go numb. 

“I'm sorry,” you counter. You are mortified as you wonder if you were snoring. Waking up early for your shift at the coffee house tires you out so badly. It can be hard to have a real life, when you wake up at four in the morning. “I didn't mean to doze. It's so warm and comfortable here.”

He frowns again, but you don’t realize it’s because he’s wondering if you are warm and comfortable in your own tiny apartment. He holds up a hand when he sees you struggling to get free of the blanket. 

“It's alright. Stay as long as you like.” 

He takes what little is left of the sundries back into the kitchen. 

You manage to get up, and stretch, reawakening your limbs. You join him in the kitchen. The sun is hanging low in the sky. It will be dark soon. You have sooo overstayed your welcome, or so you think.

“You might as well stay for dinner now,” John says. As usual, you can't really tell if he's joking. 

He’s not, in fact, but he is being careful about how he handles this delicate thing between you. Seeing you snoozing contentedly on his couch with his dog moved him to his toes, and the notion of keeping you there with him is becoming harder and harder to resist.

It would be so easy, he thinks, just to keep you.

Fat snowflakes have started to fall outside. 

“I think I've imposed on you enough for one day. Thank you, this was nice.” 

He looks out at the snow, which is falling even more heavily now. 

“Sure you want to go out in this?” 

“Right now? Yes. In two hours, probably not.” 

He nods at that, seeming to think on something. “Will you...text me that you've gotten home safe?”

You are finding out that this outwardly stone-faced man has a protective steak that is totally endearing. You never would have guessed from his prickly exterior. 

“Sure. What's your number?”

He tells you, and you punch it into your phone. “Alright. See you later, Mr. Wick.” 

He doesn't correct you, and is it just you, or do his pupils dilate when you call him that? 

Hard to tell, with eyes so dark as his.

There is a pregnant moment between you, in which you wonder if you should offer him a hug, or if that would totally ruin the balance of your companionship. You briefly wonder what he would do if you stood on tiptoe, steadied yourself with a hand on that muscular chest, and kissed him on the cheek, before you decide you need to go.

Later you text him a funny string of emojis involving a house, snowflakes, the wide-eyed smiley, and a penguin, imagining how they would make him scrunch up his brow. 

Does this mean you're home safe? 

Yes, Mr. Wick.

Glad to hear it. Good night, y/n.

[mijnlevenisvanmij]

trading bootlegs!!

third time's the charm so. is anyone interested in trading bootlegs? i have almost 600 musicals (and some plays too). if you want to trade dm me and i'll send my list

i am also selling my entire collection btw (individual shows too!!)

[aaaaaa-musical-trash]

if you think about hazbin hotel through the lens of the VAs’ other roles it’s wild

like cady heron, the daughter of jack kelly, is the princess of hell and is dating rosa diaz. she runs a hotel where dr facilier is the bartender and dawn pinkett is the maid. its guests include beetlejuice and (sorry couldn’t find anything for Blake Roman).

beetlejuice is also an antagonistic angel in heaven always accompanied by elphaba. the head seraphim is the witch (into the woods).

in hell, there is a very powerful group of overlords comprised of willy wonka/shakespeare/marvin/tom levitt, lincoln from tick tick boom and martha bessell. other overlords include mimi marquez, delia deetz and (sorry couldn’t find anything for Amir Talai).

[quillerqueen]

"What is a witch, really? She's just a woman who knows she has power, and who's been very misunderstood." --Hannah Waddingham✨❤️‍🔥

[sapphic-terror]

YALL - hear me out, Wicked thruple but it’s mean lesbian Galinda, bi wife energy Fiyero with daddy issues, and Elphaba who had two hands and a mission to change the world

(Hear me out again, thruple takes over the world through magic, manipulations and being hot)

[unchartedcloud]

Killing Strangers - Chapter 5

John Wick/Modern Assassin AU

TW: Alcohol

Rating: M

Even the Network's most feared assassin sometimes needs help—but she can't seem to escape a certain rival, even when she isn't working.

There’s a pause. A long pause. So long, in fact, that Lexa is about to turn around to face the inevitable disbelief that must be painted on her friends’ faces when she spots golden curls on the horizon. It’s not so unbelievable to see Clarke here. She is, after all, also a member of the Network and as such could certainly have earned an invitation to this event. But seeing her here, with no preamble or pretense, has Lexa’s heart hammering in her chest before she can take a breath. And whatever Lexa’s daydreams might have come up with, the reality is far better: Wanheda looks incredible in a bikini. Anya says something that sounds like "I just gave her that whisky, but who knows" but Lexa's not listening. An oversized linen shirt serves as a coverup for the black balconette bikini that’s pushing Clarke’s breasts into the most enticing shape, and it catches the breeze as she strolls along the sand with someone Lexa doesn’t recognize. Part of her wants to know—is curious if Clarke is here for work and, if not, who she spends time with for pleasure—but she can’t pull her eyes away from the bared expanse of tanned skin across Clarke’s stomach. Black bottoms with gold accents to match the chain draped across her bikini’s band are pulled high over her hips, exposing every silken inch of thigh, and no whisky can compare to the burn now on Lexa’s lips.  A drink sits in Clarke’s hand, condensation glistening along with the faint sheen of sweat—or, perhaps, tanning oil—on Clarke’s skin. As Lexa watches, she lifts a pair of sunglasses onto her forehead, pushing sea-blown curls back and exposing blue eyes that turn to look skeptically, if amusedly, at her companion. Nothing Anya could possibly be saying is more interesting than what Clarke says then, but after the third snap in front of Lexa’s eyes distracts her from reading Clarke’s lips, she sighs and turns to glare at the heiress and the tailor. “Yes?” “What could be more interesting than us?” Anya asks. She leans forward against the railing, calculating eyes taking in the beachgoers. “A new friend, perhaps?”

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