#also I love brian's ponytail

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Gilbert David Brian was funny but I laughed out loud at Grant O'Yama

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𖤐One Kiss and A Quidditch Match — Chapter 2: Spin the Bottle𖤐

Prologue (recommended to read)

Chapter 1

Pair: Cedric Diggory x Male Slytherin Reader

Word count: 4.4K words

Summary of the book: You and Cedric Diggory hate each other. It has always been this way. But everything changes one night when you kiss each other at a party. Now, it seems you can’t escape each other — from being partnered up in Herbology for an important project to having to help Cedric during the Triwizard Tournament.

Summary of the chapter: At the party, your roommate asks you and your friends if you want to play Spin the Bottle.

Notes: Please comment anything I should change to improve this. Also, I am not British so I am not 100% sure how to correctly write people from the UK.

Content warning: There are a couple curse words and drinking in this chapter, but they are not too frequent.

!PLEASE DO NOT REPOST ANYWHERE WITHOUT PERMISSION OR CREDITS TO ME!

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“Where’s my brother?” Winnie asked, scanning the nearly vacant Slytherin common room. Next to her, a girl with curly brown hair stood.

“What the bloody hell are you wearing?” Brian sputtered, his maw open and bushy eyebrows bunched together. He looked her up and down, his confused expression apparent on his features.

Winnie tilted her head in visible puzzlement, “It’s a party. Aren’t we supposed to be dressed up to look pretty and stand out?” She looked down at her outfit, “I don’t see what’s wrong with what I’m wearing.” You smiled at her ignorance.

The girl next to her widened her eyes and looked away. Her shoulders shook, attempting to hold back her laughter. Next to you, leaning to the side, one hand on his hip, Brian’s face was contorted into a dumbfounded expression.

You observed Winnie’s odd outfit choice. She wore short overalls with a primarily pastel chequered palette and a small daisy on the front pocket in the middle of her chest. Underneath, you saw a white, overlarge sweater. You thought it was a bit simple for her until you noticed the sleeves looked dipped in colourful paint, peeling off in several areas. It was no doubt Winnie's creative idea. Her socks were also white but had pastel polka dots, and her shoes were black ballerina flats. For a Pureblood, she sure loved Muggle-wear.

You glanced at her face and noted that it was the only area on her body that wasn’t doused with colour. Her frizzy hair was tied up in a low ponytail, a few strands escaping from the coiffure.

You decided to jump into the conversation. “Yes, Winnie, but your outfit is rather,” you paused, searching for the right word, “visible.”

“What’s wrong with visible?” She furrowed her brows.

Before you could respond, Brian stepped in, cutting you off, “Well, we are sneaking around, and if we get caught, it’ll be a problem. We need something more discreet and everyday-wear.”

“But you and (Name) are also wearing nice clothes.” Winnie gestured to your primarily brown outfits.

“Winnie,” you tried reasoning with her, “Brian and I are wearing really dark and simple clothes. It’ll be more difficult to recognise us from a distance since many guys dress similarly, while your outfit is really bright and recognisable.”

She looked down, disappointment etched on her features as realisation dawned on her, “Oh okay…” she mumbled.

The girl next to her caressed her shoulder reassuringly. It was funny because she was at least 180, while Winnie was over a head shorter. That’s when it finally clicked for you.

“Hey, I know you,” the girl looked up at the sound of your voice, “You’re Winnie and Elsie’s roommate, aren’t you? Mary, right? I’m not the best at names.” You smiled at her, and she nodded, a silent gesture of affirmation.

“Anyway,” Brian said, “Is Elsie coming, or did she decide to skip?”

Winnie looked up again, “Oh, Ramona and Avery are helping her get ready. Where’s my brother? Is he already gone?”

You nodded, “Yes, he wanted to meet Destiny beforehand.” 

You didn’t ask about why Elsie was spending extra time trying to seem appealing since you remembered the way she looked at Alistair and how he would often be the topic of conversation whenever he wasn’t there, whether she was complimenting his flying skills or insulting his girlfriend.

Brian was also aware, so he kept his mouth shut.

Winnie clapped her hands together and put them to her cheek in a sweet, motherly way as one would when cooing at a romantic couple or cute puppy, “Ohh! I’m glad everything is going well between them.”

You were never sure whether or not Winnie liked Destiny, but she seemed genuinely happy for her brother despite his girlfriend’s imperfections. It was one of her aspects you liked. She was determined to help everyone, so it surprised you that she wasn’t a Gryffindor or Hufflepuff.

“Where’s Campbell?” You heard Elsie’s voice coming from near the top of the stairs of the girl’s dormitory.

Winnie raised her hand and looked up, “I’m here.”

“No, the other Campbell. I never call you by your last name, Winnie, and if I did, you’d be Campbell NumberTwo.” Elsie stepped down from the dormitory. Two girls looking rather proud of themselves followed suit.

Elsie wore a red chequered skirt with a matching cropped blazer over a black corset top you recognised from a muggle shop near your house. Her short hair was tucked behind her ears with pins and hair clips.

Winnie squeaked joyfully and wrapped her arms around Elsie, then pulled away and bounced up and down. Sometimes, since she was so enthusiastic, you weren’t sure whether Winnie knew about her best friend’s crush on her brother, considering that was the reason Elsie dressed up in the first place.

“You look lovely,” you smiled reassuringly, and Elsie shrugged, looking away and playing with her sleeves. You rarely saw her this reserved since the first time you met her, and most of her other friends never got to see that vulnerable side of her.

Mary signed something to one of the girls who helped Elsie get ready, and she checked the time with a pocket watch.

“It’s 11: 15, peeps. If we hurry now, we’ll be at the Gryffindor common room by 30.”

The entire group nodded in acquiescence. 

As you shuffled towards the door, you removed your penny brown sweater and handed it to Winnie, “Here, you need it more than I.”

“Aww! Thank you, (Name)!” She slipped it over her head and pulled it down, wrapping her arms around herself, petting the wool. She swayed from side to side as she trotted behind the others. You stifled a chuckle at how much larger it was than her, walking behind the other.

“11: 30,” whispered the girl with the pocket watch — whose name you found out was Ramona Armstrong, the sister of one of your roommates —, brushing her spiky red hair out of her eyes, “They’ll be here to check the door in a couple second, I reckon.”

The Fat Lady looked at your group, “You know, most of the students are already here.”

Winnie tilted her head, “But can’t we go to parties at any time after?” 

The Fat Lady gave her a look that suggested that Winnie’s reply wasn’t one she particularly liked, “Well, apparently.” She sniffed.

The door slowly creaked open, and a head of red hair popped out from behind the painting. He grinned at your group, “Well, look what we have here.” Fred Weasly grinned, analysing your group, “You all 16?”

“Yup.” Elsie spoke for your group, disinterestedly checking her nails.

Fred hummed, “We’re gonna need a password anyways.”

“What?! But there was nothing about the password in the invitation!” Ramona and Mary’s friend babbled to your left, unmistakably irritated. From the corner of your eye, you saw Brian tilting her head. When you looked to your right, he and Winnie were frowning in perplexity.

“Goodness, I’ve never met 6th years so dense,” the Fat Lady groaned from another painting, fanning herself, “He’s obviously playing with you, now please go inside so I can sleep!”

You sighed. Of course, there was no password. Fred just found it funny to mess with a bunch of Slytherins, many of whom were deemed intelligent by their report cards. Fred snickered. If George was somewhere behind him, you couldn’t hear laughing.

Fred made a gesture with his head to follow him, and your party silently slipped into the dark Gryffindor common room. Sure, the walls were soundproof in every bedroom, but you glided soundlessly just in case.

“Once the passageway opens, you gotta all run, got it?” the redhead whispered, not looking for any affirmation from you.

He pressed a brick in the fireplace, then lightly tapped two others.

The wall slid to the side to reveal the interior of a room, and the loud chatter of 6 year students made you realise why everyone had to enter quickly. Fred was the first to slip in, and you went last. When you entered, the wall slid back into place.

Around you was a grand area a bit smaller than the common room, crowded with students your age or older drinking, playing games, or chatting. A hallway was across you, a badly drawn toilet sign hanging from a nail in the wall. While you were a bit annoyed at how dim the pink light was, you had to admit that the teachers would find it difficult to perceive it from the courtyard.

You felt a hand grab your hand.

You looked down to see Winnie. Next to her, her arm interlocked with Brian’s since they were closer height-wise. Elsie shuffled to your other side. 

“We should look for Alistair,” you suggested, raising your voice to be heard over the other conversations around you.

Winnie nodded with excitement, “Uh huh! So he and Destiny can see how lovely our outfits look tonight!” You glanced at Elsie whose cheeks turned pink at the thought.

“Well, we’re gonna have to leave y’all here,” Ramona said. Mary and the other girl were already sinking into the sea of people. “Good luck finding your friend.” She saluted you with two fingers before walking away, running her hands through her red hair. 

As you made your way through the crowd of people, you saw one of your other roommates: Ziggy Armstrong. He was next to a boy you presumed to be the best friend he frequently talked about whenever you hung out.

“Ziggy!”

The boy glanced at you at the sound of your voice but still eagerly listened to his friend's conversation. You brought your arms to a shrugging motion, shaking your hands silently asking for Alistair’s location.

Ziggy pointed behind him to a corner of the room where you could make out two people sitting awfully close. 

You crinkled your nose at the thought of Alistair making out with his girlfriend and having to intervene in their... bonding session. It's not that you've never done anything of the sort, you just felt a tad uncomfortable seeing it happen, considering you never had feelings for the person you were with at the time. You gave Ziggy a thumbs up, only to see he’d gone back to engaging in his conversation.

“Over this way,” you pointed to where Alistair was.

Your group shuffled through the crowd, sliding past tightly cramped students and dodging the dancing teens to reach your friend. You led the way, and your friends rapidly followed suit.

You neared the duo, quickening your steps, when you saw them get up. You couldn't call out to Alistair and the person he was with — whom, to Elsie's displeasure, was Destiny White — since the chatter among the other people was too invasive and would muffle your shout.

Suddenly, someone walked in front of you. Since you hadn’t seen them, you ran face-first into them, foreheads bumping together, causing momentary pain in your skull. You felt liquid on your chest. It seemed whomever it was spilt their drinks when you crashed into them.

“(Name)!” Winnie and the rest of your party caught up to you to make sure you were fine, “Are you alright?”

“Yeah…” you groaned, obviously contradicting your statement.

A bit peeved, you glared at the person you bumped into through your lashes, pressing your naturally cold hands to your forehead, only to be met with a light grey glower from the worst person you could bump into at the moment: Cedric fucking Diggory.

He said something, but his words fell on deaf ears as you pushed past him.

You rushed to where Alistair was, only to find the space occupied by a group of Gryffindors laughing about the Triwizard Tournament's unexpected appearance.

You groused, throwing your hands into the air in frustration, before pivoting around to find your other friends.

They were still where you left them, Elsie and Brian waited for you arms crossed and deadpanned expressions, while Winnie hurried over to meet you, a look of worry etched on her soft features. She lightly grabbed your left arm, walking with you to the two others. You vaguely noticed Cedric had dissipated into the crowd.

“Don’t leave us alone with that Hufflepuff git again,” Elsie scolded, tapping your chest with her index finger.

You looked away, rubbing the back of your neck, which started heating up. It happened whenever you were embarrassed or flustered. Sometimes, when you felt ashamed. “Sorry, I was stupid,” you apologise, pressing your cold hand on your heated neck.

“Your shirt! There’s a spill!” Winnie gasped, pointing at your chest.

You looked down to see an orange stain on your white button-up, uncomfortably sticking to your skin. You cringed at the sight, feeling your nape growing hotter again. You couldn’t wear that shirt anymore unless you thoroughly washed it.

“Here,” Winnie removed the brown sweater you lent her and handed it back, “You need this more than me. Besides, I need to show off my fashion!” She twirled around and posed. 

Elsie snorted, and Brian smiled, the skin of his burn mark stretching. You pulled the sweater onto your head, the corner of your mouth twitching upwards.

“I think we’ll be alright without Alistair,” Brain admitted, leaning to his right with a lopsided grin. 

Winnie laughed in agreement.

You saw Elsie's slightly pained expression, and placed a hand on her shoulder, “We’re bound to cross paths with him at some point,” you added to Brian’s statement, although your words were primarily meant for Elsie’s ears.

“Yeah!! Let’s have fun tonight!!” Winnie pumped her fist into the air with delight, already advancing towards the food and drinks table.

“I don’t think I’d participate, personally,” Winnie shrugged, words slightly slurred from the two cups of alcohol she consumed, not sober, but not completely under the influence, “I’m not much of a competitive babe.”

You stirred your non-alcoholic (drink name) with a straw, a tinge of jealousy squeezing your heart. Since your birthday was later in the school year, you weren’t allowed to participate in the Triwizard Tournament — the infamous competition between Hogwarts and its rival schools your mother told you about when you were little.

What made it even worse was that Cedric could be participating. He was of age — well, would be soon — and no doubt had enough skill to be chosen as Hogwarts champion of this year. However, you were uncertain if he had it in him to act remotely aggressive towards the other school’s champions. Maybe he would try to get in just to rub it in your face.

Elsie smirked, “Yeah? Well I think I would. I’m 17 in less than a month.”

You felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned around to see Ziggy and his blonde best friend, a coy smile on his face, “Hey, we’re gonna play Spin the Bottle in a different room, wanna join?”

Your friends had stopped chatting; you responded with a nonchalant shrug, “Sure, I don’t see why not. Could be entertaining.”

“If (Name)’s in, I most certainly am, but don’t count on me kissing people on the lips specifically,” Brian chimed in, setting his drink down on the table next to the chips and suspicious-looking candy.

“Excellent,” Ziggy gave you a thumbs up, turning to the girls, he asked, “How about you ladies? Alistair’s gonna be there, too; it could be the full gang.”

Elsie perked up at the mention of Alistair before realising how odd it must have appeared, slouching back against the wall, eyes disinterested, “Alright, I’m in. How about you Winnie?”

Winnie frantically shook her head, chuckling as she spoke, “Absolutely not. I am not risking the bottle landing on my brother and I. No incest. Nope. Not today, perverts,” she rambled, waving her hand in the air in a tipsy manner.

Ziggy shrugged and started heading to a hallway you didn’t notice before, the blonde boy following after. Brian waved to Winnie and walked along with Ziggy. You stayed back to wait for Elsie.

“Alright,” she hesitated, “Are you fine with being alone here?”

Winnie smirked drunkenly, “Yeahhhh. But if you get bored, you can keep me company if you wanna.”

Elsie nodded in understanding, giving her a small smile, joining you as you caught up to the three other boys.

The room you entered was much smaller than the one you had been in moments before. Wooden shelves had been shoved closer to the stone grey walls, leaving space for the twenty-something students to sit comfortably in a wonky circle.

You recognised many people from your year, notably Alistair, Destiny, and — unfortunately — Cedric Diggory and his friends. You stuck to the opposite side of the room from where he was, slipping into a space next to Alistair. Destiny was busy talking to a Hufflepuff girl next to her and barely acknowledging your presence.

“Hello,” Alistair said and — to your surprise — he seemed sober, “Where have you been.”

“Searching for you,” Brian responded, settling next to you, “We gave up pretty early on, but it’s the thought that counts.”

Alistair laughed, “You’re here, Brian? I never thought your sad virgin ass would dare play a game like this. Even Elsie surprises me less. Nice skirt, by the way; it suits you.” He said nonchalantly.

Brian huffed and crossed his arms, light pink dusting his cheeks at being called out, while Elsie squinted in confusion, sliding next to you, “I’m not sure whether you’re saying that sarcastically or whether you’re serious. Is this a compliment?”

“Take it as you please.” Alistair shrugged.

“Alright, ladies and gentlemen,” you turned your head to the sound of Ziggy’s voice in the middle of the circle, “Welcome, to our lovely little game: Spin the Bottle! I trust all of you have heard of it at least once in your sorry little lives, so we’ll just get on with the activity.”

He settled next to his best friend, who placed a bottle in the middle of the circle. “I volunteer to spin it first,” the blonde says, twisting the bottle, spinning it around, and then crawling back to his spot.

You held your breath in anticipation as the glass bottle slowed, only to land back on the same person who spun it. He laughed, “I don’t think that counts.”

“No redos,” insisted Ziggy, teasingly punching him in the arm, “Don’t be greedy; it’s my turn now. We’ll go around the circle clockwise, so everyone will get to kiss someone at some point. And don’t think any kiss less than five seconds will count.” You muffled a chuckle as Brian longingly looked at the exit.

One by one, the students spun the bottle around. So far, it never pointed to either Elsie, Brian or you; it did, however, land on Alistair, who — rather passionately — snogged a Gryffindor girl, much to Elsie’s displeasure. You noticed Destiny’s smile wavering, a look of betrayal in her eyes. When it was her turn, her lips barely touched those of the boy the bottle landed on.

Next went Alistair. That meant he would kiss two people in the duration of the game, while the rest of your friends hadn’t even had one.

The bottle spun, anticipation raised. You could see at least three girls excluding his girlfriend and Elsie, sitting on edge with hope, eyes glued to the rotating glass. You had to admit, you wouldn’t complain if it pointed to you; you knew he was famous for not only his looks but for his sexual talents.

The bottle slowed and finally stopped.

You turned to your left to see Elsie’s shocked expression. You weren’t completely sure whether it was good that she would be kissing him or whether her lack of experience would ruin everything.

You realised that your thoughts were trying to excuse cheating, and glanced at Destiny’s oddly calm expression, her thin eyebrow knotted together in intrigue.

You scooted backwards so that Alistair and Elsie were directly beside each other.

Her cheeks were coated in a light pink blush, her eyes cast away from the pretty boy’s face, and you knew if you pressed your hand to her chest, you would feel her heart beat like rapid fire.

When Elsie’s gaze met Alistair’s, he frowned and shook his head. “I refuse.”

A wave of murmurs enveloped the crowd. Your eyes widened. Was this seriously going to end up in another argument?

“...What?” Elsie whispered a slimmer of confused betrayal and deep sadness could be noticed on her pale face.

“I said I don’t want to kiss you.”

“Wha-why not?” Elsie looked positively irritated, and frankly, a little embarrassed. “You kissed that other girl.” A few giggles could be heard from the students. You glanced over and saw Cedric gazing at your friend with empathy. Ziggy shared a glance with his best friend, a look of uncertainty.

Alistair shrugged, “Yeah, but that’s different. You’re just not really appealing to me. And why do you actually care? Do you like me or something?” He teased, but it seemed to strike a nerve.

Elsie’s already flushed cheeks turned as red as her chequered skirt, “Of course not! Why would you think that?” She glanced at the spectacle of onlookers, “I just, um.” She trailed off, and got up frantically, wiping the nonexistent dust from her skirt, “I don’t feel like playing anymore.”

She spun on her heel and rapidly exited the room.

You quickly got up to follow, but Alistair grabbed your shoulder, a gaze of newly-found maturity in his eyes, “No, (Name), let me handle things.”

He left, and you apprehensively sat back down, sharing a worried glance with Brian. Destiny got up and left, mumbling an illegible excuse. Now that three people you knew were gone, the room felt awfully spacious.

Without missing a beat, Ziggy attempted to restore the ambience, “Alright! I believe it’s your turn, (Name).”

You nodded silently, pushing your anxiety to the back of your mind; Alistair had it handled, you were sure. It was about time he learned how to be responsible and apologise. 

You crawled to the middle of the circle and spun the bottle — not as fast as Alistair since you didn’t like the anticipation.

Your eyes wandered over to the door. Maybe it was because you were worried about Elsie’s mental state. Maybe it was because you didn’t completely trust Alistair with handling her emotions.

You felt Brian tap your thigh. “(Name)? You’re not gonna like this.”

“Hm?” You snapped your attention back to the room, gaze falling onto the bottle pointing in the opposite direction. Your eyes slowly lifted to see who the person you were supposed to kiss.

That’s when you realised what Brian meant by you not liking who it landed on.

You and Cedric’s gazes connected, a tornado of emotion whirling in your eyes, a storm of hatred between you.

“Alright, now, please, proceed to kiss.” Ziggy insisted.

“I pass.”

“So do I.”

You and Cedric glared at one another. There was no way you were kissing that dickhead. You’d rather die, and you could say the feeling was mutual for him.

Ziggy groaned, “Don’t stall. As a punishment, you’ve got to kiss for at least ten seconds. Now, my little lovebirds, kiss before I make you use your tongues.” Your neck started heating up at the thought.

You don’t know what made you do it — maybe curiosity, maybe Ziggy’s threat, possibly something else — but you shuffled closer to Cedric, who, noticing that you were complying, decided to do it as well, refusing to back down from your nonexistent challenge.

Your heartbeat in your chest, your breath quickened from nervousness, or perhaps you were nauseated enough by him that your adrenaline energised you.

“Reminder: ten seconds!” you perceived Ziggy’s voice in the background, “We’ll count for you.”

You took a deep breath through your nose, eyes flickering from Cedric’s lips to his cold grey eyes, and leaned in. Noticing you had already taken action, the Hufflepuff hesitantly did the same.

You closed your eyes and felt his lips brush against yours before connecting in a surprisingly soft kiss.

“Ten,” you faintly heard the other students chant, counting along in your head.

His lips were rather soft, you noted, subconsciously pressing your mouth harder against his.

“Nine.”

An unknown feeling crept into your chest, as you and Cedric, seemed to be pressing up against one another, while also desperately trying to pull away.

Eight.

Your heartbeat quickened, a thumping drum against your ribcage.

Seven.

Your hot neck kept getting hotter, uncomfortably so, as the kiss prolonged. It hadn’t even been five seconds — or perhaps it had been and your peers were just teasing you, intentionally taking their time counting.

Six.

You imagined what Brian might have looked like at the current moment. Shocked? Annoyed? You knew if Alistair saw you and Cedric, lip to lip, he would have flipped a table.

You breathed through your nose, in sync with your rival, like waves pulling in and out from the tide. 

How long had you and Cedric been kissing? Had it already been ten seconds? Should you pull away? Or was it not over yet, and if you stopped, you had to restart the whole experience?

A small voice in your head spoke, a whisper of wind echoing through your thoughts. Maybe you should stay like this for a bit longer. It wasn’t like you didn’t enjoy it. Cedric’s lips were soft and warm.

In that instant, your body felt burning, as if a sudden wave of embarrassment decided to envelop you, like a heated reminder that you’ve been kissing the one person in the entire room you felt aggressive towards.

Oh shit. 

You backed away, an odd sense of unfulfillment in your racing heart as your lips parted from Cedric’s.

You looked at him, into his gorgeous stone grey eyes, and, if you weren’t blushing already, you were now.

You scrambled up, trying to maintain a decently dignified composer. Your jaw tightened, and your (eye colour) eyes hardened into cold gems, not a single emotion behind your gaze.

“I’m leaving,” you announced to the group, still staring at Cedric. The world around him and you faded like a smoky memory.

Slowly, you backed away, attempting to ignore the hotness of your nape and the thumping of your heart, beating loudly in your eardrums until you finally broke eye contact with the Hufflepuff as you walked back into the main party space.

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Thank you for reading, please comment any suggestions you have or any issues I should fix.

If y'all are interested, here's how I imagined Elsie would look during the party.

Chapter 3 is out!

[menlove]

do you have any girl!mclennon hcs? like how they'd do their hair, how they'd dress, their relationship etc etc

LESBIAN MCLENNON I LOVE YOUUUUU. have a dump. i think about them constantly.

in my mind (at least when they're younger), paul would look like shauna shipman (the character not the actress bc the actress is blonde w blue eyes lmfao) while john i could see being played by rachel sennott

i think i've mentioned this before but paul's first name is definitely mary. pauline is probably her middle name and she just goes by paul. john's harder i've given this thought before but never landed on one, but she still goes by john bc i say so

paul before meeting john is definitely trying to fit into the mold of nice 50s teenage girl- hoop skirts, ponytails, cardigans. when she starts getting more into rock she WANTS to dress differently but doesn't until john talks her into it and then it's leather jackets and drainies still. john just never conformed she wouldn't give a fuck about it

they'd both be in really interesting situations! because paul here is the Oldest Girl after her mom died. so moreso than in real life, the brunt of expectation & household management would get shoved on her, especially with jim out gambling and drinking. similarly, mimi would be driven to insanity with john because she's nowhere NEAR how she thinks she should be and she also sort of sees her as julia 2.0 and she's petrified for her

i think they're probably a lot more physically affectionate bc how casual homophobia between women manifests vs w men is very different, so they're allowed to sort of hang off each other as long as it doesn't Get Weird. and it does certainly get weird with them, they get called dykes more than a few times

i think paul would more readily accept being asked to wear makeup and dress proper again by brian (who is a semi-out lesbian here i can't take away the beautiful homoeroticism of brian & john's relationship) whereas john is gnashing her teeth and throwing the world's biggest fit about it. sometimes paul does her makeup for her though and that's alright.

they start to loosen up with it in '66 and get more androgynous and by pepper's era they're both THRIVING being able to dress androgynously. paul starts getting funky with her makeup around that era too and john just stops wearing it completely

john cuts her hair shorter around revolver era and paul follows suit because they're Mirrors. paul has a twiggy thing going on.

paul also grows her hair out again in the worst most untamed Mess you've ever seen around get back era.

i've had this thought that they've fooled around a bit and john's out in an open industry secret sort of way like. girls would still throw themselves at the girl!beatles i feel this in my soul and i think george and john would be out getting pussy while paul WANTS to be out getting pussy but is holding herself back. but john will Not fuck her like she fucks other girls because this would tip whatever they're doing into Romantic territory like she KNOWS it would be different with paul and this pisses paul off to no end.

of course they DO end up fucking at some point and this makes things worse for everyone involved

paul has a boyfriend who she keeps getting on and off again engaged to (peter asher maybe lmfaoooo in which case... she is lowkey also still fucking jane on the side) and john hates him so so so so bad she wants that man dead and she makes it obvious

yoko is still a woman and her and john do political lesbianism (yoko's straight, john isn't, this is as much as a disaster as anyone would expect it to be) and paul is climbing the fucking WALLS out of how mad the whole thing makes her because it's not HER that john's being openly gay with. not that she'd want to be! but it's the fact that SHE was never ASKED!

linda is also still a woman and this also makes john madder than anyone's ever been because what do you mean paul has been into women romantically this entire time and now she's having a not-so-secret affair with an american photographer and moving to fucking scotland with her? she's losing it.

[ohnohargrove]

So I love the movie House of Wax because it introduced me to the horror genre when I was 14, but another little known fact is that the movie made me more comfortable with my body. Strap in kids, it's story time.

I identify as nonbinary and dress and present myself in a way that's more masculine/androgynous. Required masking was a godsend to me because I would constantly get "excuse me sir" when I was out and about and even at work when I was in a uniform and had my hair in a ponytail. It made me feel like I had accomplished my goal of being completely androgynous to strangers that didn't know me.

Unfortunately, I live in a small town that also happens to be the reddest county in my state. After required masking was over, you would get harassed by strangers for wearing a mask and I even had a place of business refuse me service because "I was causing a security issue." Not being able to wear a mask anymore took away the "excuse me sir"'s I was used to hearing and replaced it with the "excuse me young lady"'s I had forgotten about. It made me feel awful and it made me realize that my jawline erased the androgyny from my face.

I used to really hate my jawline (and some days I still do) but a weird coincidence made me rethink things. A few months ago I had just watched the movie again and one day I went into the bathroom to take a shower. It was midday and I hadn't turned the lights on yet. I went to grab my clothes and I caught a familiar sight in the mirror out of the corner of my eye that made me do a double take. I don't know how I never noticed it before, but Brian Van Holt and I have the exact same jawline. In that moment I realized that I don't have a "feminine" jawline and it made me feel a lot better about myself. In fact, I just got an "excuse me sir" a couple weeks ago at work.

So thank you, Brian, for indirectly making an enby kid feel a little bit better about themself.

[danganronpa96]

I can't remember if this has been asked yet but who's been your favourite character/s to write and/or draw?

Also, your fangans are some of the best I've read ^^

I have answered the writing aspect of this question here!

Otherwise, I definitely love drawing characters with fluffy hair and/or glasses. Something about getting to be all bouncy and flicky with my strokes or draw square frames is fun to me. As such, I can't get enough of drawing Hayasaka, Brian, even Kurumada too. I also enjoy drawing Latte's hair.

I don't think there's anyone I detest drawing, but I do have a preference for humans (I feel misery every time I draw Bojack /lh). I used to not like drawing long hair but I have gotten better at it.

For DR69, when I was working on it, I think I enjoyed drawing Nagito and Parappa the most. I liked drawing Nagito's hair, and I liked the shapes I used for Parappa's more simpler design. Now, I think I enjoy drawing Miku the most, especially her big ol' eyes and ponytails. My least favourite was The Conductor only because I'm so bad at shaping his head/mouth and Dedede because boy. I cannot draw penguins to save my life (lmao).

And, tyvm!!! I appreciate the lovely words sm <3 😭

[justthegreat1]

Get In Line: Cocaine Bear Review

Pictured above is the “Cocaine Bear” poster.

Image Credit: Universal Pictures

So, usually I cover movies that are straight horror, but I decided to do something different and discuss this movie. This movie has an insane premise with an interesting story that inspired the movie. Usually, horror comedies are hit and miss for me, but I decided to give it a watch. Let’s get straight to the spoiler free review and hope no cocaine addicted bears are around.

Cocaine Bear is a 2023 horror comedy thriller directed by Elizabeth Banks who also produced this movie, Produced by Max Handelman, Aditya Sood, Brian Duffield, Phil Lord, and Chris Miller. Cocaine Bear is written by Jimmy Warden, and the soundtrack is done by Mark Mothersbaugh. The cast involves Keri Russell as Sari, Alden Ehrenreich as Eddie, O’Shea Jackson Jr. as Daveed, Ray Liotta as Syd, Isiah Whitlock Jr. as Bob, Brooklynn Prince as Dee Dee, Christian Convery as Henry, Margo Martindale as Ranger Liz, Jesse Tyler Ferguson as Peter, Kristofer Hivju as Olaf, Hannah Hoekstra as Elsa, Ayoola Smart as Officer Reba, Aaron Holliday as Kid (Stache), J.B. Moore as Vest, Leo Hanna as Ponytail, Kahyun Kim as Beth, Scott Seiss as Tom, Matthew Rhys as Andrew Thornton, and Allan Henry as “Bear Performer”.

The Plot:

An oddball group of cops, criminals, tourists, and teens converge on a Georgia forest where a huge black bear goes on a murderous rampage after unintentionally ingesting cocaine.

Positives:

One positive I have about “Cocaine Bear” is that it knows what it is, and what I mean by that is that it’s a movie about a bear on cocaine, that alone sounds crazy, but they have fun with that premise. The real black bear died on December 23rd,1985 after eating a large amount of cocaine from the containers, the total amount of cocaine that was eaten was 75 pounds which was worth $20 million ($55.6 million, adjusted for inflation).

Pictured above is the ambulance scene from “Cocaine Bear” (2023)

Image Credit: Universal Pictures

The second positive I have about this movie was the dark humor throughout, the reason I loved the dark humor throughout as some of the death scenes are so unexpected and over the top that you can’t just help but laugh. The dialogue was creative and some characters’ reactions to certain situations had me laughing.

The final positive I have about this movie was the cast as they understood the assignment, the acting reminds me of an 80’s b-horror movie. Keri Russell nailed her performance as Sari, and I must give props to the child actors (Brooklynn Prince and Christian Convery.) But this does have some drawbacks which we’ll get to.

Pictured above is the door scene from “Cocaine Bear.”

Image Credit: Universal Pictures

Negatives:

One negative I have is the lack of character development. I know it’s not supposed to be taken seriously, but I would’ve enjoyed seeing how each character’s story progresses since they are all intertwined. Another negative I have is that I felt that the movie wasn’t scary enough, I know the real bear died via overdose, but can you imagine how terrifying would it be to have a 500-pound black bear high on cocaine chasing you. I honestly wish they could have played up on the fear factor.

My Overall thoughts:

While this movie has some negatives, don’t let them affect your viewing experience as it’s one of the movies where you turn your mind off and eat some popcorn. If you enjoy campy, gory, and darkly comedic horror movies, this one is for you. But I’m glad that studios are letting directors make the movies they want even if they are based on…as I said before insane backstories. This movie is amazing in its own way with its over the top violence, comedic timing, and action throughout which only increases its re-watchability.

Pictured above is Cokey the bear getting high on cocaine. “Cocaine Bear” (2023)

Image Credit: Universal Pictures

Where to watch “Cocaine Bear” (2023)?

Peacock

Blu-Ray and DVD

Digital Retailers.

[lilaqpetal]

General Knowledge - SHS

get to know the band!

LILINIETH AEYSS (LILI) :

her full name is lilinieth aeyss, but the name lili is fine too!

she is 6”5.

lili is a succubus, although expressing natural and stereotypical succubus features, she tends to steer from the stereotype of “i have sex with guys and then steal their soul” (although, she could’ve taken that career path)

her lifespan derives off of eating arms — typically human flesh. (it only adds about 3-4 years.)

in the first game, she is presented with short hair, messy, but kept to her neck. over the next two games, it grows longer. by monster roadtrip, it is styled into a long high ponytail.

she dawns a third eye and four horns on her head, with two of the horns being smaller than the other two. this third eye has a mind of its own, but decides it doesn’t want to harm lili or anyone else- purely because its too lazy and it likes to see the crazy shenanigans SHS get up to. sometimes, it likes to speak through lili, but such occurrences are rare.

she has an interdimensional pet named bluey! it dawns multiple eyes and arms. it is 10ft tall when it stands, but it likes to shrink to a cute size, about the size of a cat.

lili is the lead singer of SHS.

she is also the song writer!

she dawns a tattoo of the SHS logo on her waist (it was a stick and poke. her first ever tattoo!)

she is the last to die out of all her friends

her family consists of her older sister: aurora, and her blind mother: camilla. her father is dead.

her main group of friends consist of SHS (of course), but out of the love interests, she is mainly friends with vera, polly and liam.

out of the playable characters, her favourite is vicky.

voice claim : panty from Panty And Stocking With Garterbelt

assigned song - cherry bomb, the runaways

NYX :

nyx is 4”11.

nyx is made of dark matter, since they are a boogeyman. this means they can shapeshift, transform, and yes, she can turn into liquid.

she has a pet bird named niel cockatiel!

they also have an orchid mantis!

nyx has two dads, a grim reaper and poltergeist (with a tragic story too!), noah and rex!

nyx is the bassist of SHS.

originally, nyx was called ‘bookshelf’, because she liked books, and used to have glasses!

now instead, they dawn white freckles!

nyx loves everything to do with space, plants, literature and birds.

she has a burning hatred for leonard, even to go as far as to make her twitter username dissing him.

out of the love interests, their main friends are zoe, scott and kale.

out of the playable characters, their favourite is brian.

she and oz like to joke that they are long lost siblings, since the two are very similar, oz being the embodiment/god of fear and nyx, a boogeyman.

they are the third to die out of the band

they dawn two antler-like horns on their head.

voice claim : Baby from Five Nights At Freddy’s - Sister Location

assigned song - Thus Always To Tyrants , The Oh Hellos

APUT :

aput is a yakutian horse from canada!

he is 6”0.

aput actually had moved to america to attend a highschool there- that is where he met the rest of SHS (and eventually got expelled and moved to spooky high.)

before moving to america, aput actually had a boyfriend in canada! his name was aaron, but since aput moved to america, they could not stand a ldr (long-distance relationship), so the relationship ended.

his family consists of his mother, cupun; his middle brother, panuk and his oldest brother: nuniq.

the tufts on their chest represent their status in the family.

cupun’s tuft is the largest, and nuniq’s being the smallest.

he is the drummer for SHS.

aput loves to race and run track!

he is the first to die out of the band

out of the love interests, he is mainly friends with damien, cal and mothman.

out of the playable characters, his favourite is oz.

he was once a lead in a school production! that being a princess and he had to wear a dress. there is more to this— but that’s a story for another day..

yes, he has crashed into many people, and yes, he has crashed through a wall. this was because of the haunted house at spooky camp, to which he crashed right through the wall and dragged scott with him.

voice claim - jack frost, rise of the guardians

assigned song - love grows (where my rosemary grows), Edison Lighthouse

SANRIO + THAF :

sanrio is the guitarist for SHS.

he is selectively mute- so his puppet, thaf, speaks for him.. despite his vulgarity.

he is 5”3.

sanrio has a fear of ants.

he dawns a mask and his hair covers his eyes— due to the fact his eye sockets are empty and his mouth is torn.

his puppet, thaf, knows how to make alcoholic beverages. he has the ability to possess sanrio, but doesn’t unless necessary.

he is the second to die out of the band

thaf used to be human.

sanrio only really speaks once in a blue moon, but even so, it is raspy and almost inaudible.

sanrio’s only family is his father, who is currently unknown.

he has no pets - unless you’d like to count thaf, then be my guest..

he has the most tolerance of spicy food.

out of the love interests, he is friends with joy, miranda and scott.

out of the playable characters, his favourite is amira.

voice claim - ???

assigned song - devil town, cavetown

fin.

(the image above depicts cupun showing sanrio aput’s baby photos.)

art credits to sadratatouille on instagram

[sugar-petals]

Caro would you rank figure skater's butts like you know... in a 'Caro way'?

it’s gonna be another thread. but be careful what you ask for: this is a sport that trains the glutes and thighs like mad. even the skinniest guys walk around like a coke bottle. do you survive a preview?

(^ the reigning king mr. yuzuru hanyu, i’ll talk to you about this infamous booty man in a minute)

PLUS it’s like in formula 1: by virtue of physical laws, the best are all between 5′2 - 5′8. which means visual proportions are in their favor. so brace yourselves.

PS - i rate from 1-10. i also include a frontal picture so you see the skaters properly, this thread has some pretty intense contortions and behind views as you’d expect 😂 and we also gotta enjoy how good-looking they are.☝️

let’s start with a guy who does the heavy duty jumps so you can see how figure skating shapes someone. 

^nathan chen - very underrated yale student booty, come on this is literally america’s ass! nate is pretty amazingly built in general, i wanna hear more people talking about it. when gravity is mean to his handsome face because he’s spiralling into outer space again, the chebooty steps right in for him. yes wow, it’s so big and photogenic. the waist when it twists, spectacular. 10/10

^shoma uno - the cute pup seems to be popular on my blog. you guys like him? legit. very smol guy, very curvy, very dynamic skater who comes to life on the ice. and no, this sparkly fella is not a pre-schooler. his coach and the whole figure skating world will disagree with that but shooms is 23! his thickness is legendary and has everyone around the world shook. the s-line is pretty incredible. what can i say. 10/10

^javier fernandez - retired matador, but left a legacy for sure. still a big deal after being a commentator on the world championships and everyone loves the guy so i include him. superjavi is taller and slimmer and you’re probably looking at his costumes instead (this guy did everythig in the book, halloween skills 10/10). regardless, he has a nice side profile and it looks great in motion! the angle in the picture above, chef’s kiss. 7.5/10

deniss vasilijevs - ah, everyone’s tall smart blonde latvian crush. has grown his hair into a ponytail recently so extra points. everyone who trains with stephane lambiel (pictured above) seems to be really thick hence shoma looks like that as well. deniss, not much to say, it catches your eye what’s not to like! solid. he skated a tango recently so man, he got it all. 9/10

boyang jin - he’s hilarious, i love him. like nathan: underrated big posterior! he likes eating all kinds of cakes at figure skating gala dinners and said fact grew a cake on him therefore, jin magic! he also channelled major peter parker booty vibes in his spiderman costume as well. give my favorite geek some more credit everyone, jin looks great! 10/10

jason brown - US figure skating’s number one cutest sunshine. jason lights up the world with his positivity and great body, fantastic jabooty! i mean, look at that picture man. 8/10

keiji tanaka - OOF! a skating veteran with an amazing shape. the pictures speak for themselves again. the waist, the thighs! handsome keiji is a beast. friends, i don’t have to say more. 10/10

keegan messing - a favorite canadian with SUPER emotional skating that always has a personal theme. and you can tell from a mile away that keegs is thick as hell. he wears tight clothing and is mega flexible, jesus. he recently married and i wanna congratulate his wife lane — seen above, i haven’t seen a brighter smile on a bride — on her wonderful short king. 10/10

mikhail kolyada - another underdiscussed skater who’s pretty damn good and puts on a sizzling show! mike is a perfect blend of adorable and handsome. you won’t believe it, he’s 26. well-endowed with a backside, mother russia got something to offer. the kolbooty — it’s just right. look how proportionate and that curve. 8/10

junhwan cha - the utter pride of south korea and an ever-improving amazing talent, junhwan is tall, slim, and gorgeous. to reiterate how his coach (brian orser) has summarized it at worlds yesterday: “beautiful!!” you can’t expect an elf-like 180cm giant who models for VOGUE to have a huge ass. it just wouldn’t fit into the whole elegant impression. i’ll give a low score but know that junhwan is perfect. 3/10

daisuke takahashi - a living legend that HAS to be included, the oldest on the list! dai is 35 and has to be mentioned here since he returned to figure skating! he got back so. (10/10)

yuzuru hanyu - the preview guy! yeah: whew, he vibes different. collect your jaws, everybody. the best figure skater out there obviously has a breathtaking silhouette and the juiciest royal buns. which do pretty crazy things in his routines and when they’re clad in his many fancy pants causing twitter to collapse. mind he often wears padding because his jumps are dangerous af so yuzu will gently fall. but still, everyone in the fandom knows that the yubooty is shapely and way too smacktastic to ignore. 

yuzu knows, too, his ass is seemingly in every camera and he bends himself over like nobody’s business. imo, and all his colleagues are saying that, the waist kind of steals the show even more. his torso is entirely flat so his hips stand out even more. ugh, nice thighs, too. full package (literally, no wonder he’s so confident), as always he goes the extra mile. 113/10! (112 is his short program high score and he always breaks the record so i award 113)

...hard to believe yuzu is such a smol cutie pie. 😌🌻

[unproduciblesmackdown]

absolutely niche but went off on one last night skimming through the phantom of the auditorium book to glean any like Visual Description scraps b/c i need the extra help of like, picking visuals from the diff sources available & shaking them up & filling in any blanks I Guess, b/c i Cannot think of ideas myself & when it’s time to like, imagine some design in some theme on a tee, i am gonna have an impossible challenge on my hands there, i can’t make stuff up wholecloth, and the more cloth i can get my hands on, the better i at least have some starting point (see: absolutely i think you can throw out visual details abt characters (presuming they’re not like, crucially relevant in w/e cases) and definitely make up your own design wholecloth, i also don’t think if you have like, the Full Visuals of [certain actors] you Gotta draw from that at all, especially when it’s like, this oscr is entirely Audio & of course these people are adults vs ghosts or preteens, & even dealing with Any stage production, esp w/multiple productions w/varied casting, it’s all the more relevant that there’s no one Concrete Way any give character looks....however first & foremost i’m here b/c of doing like, a triple take “oh goosebumps?? Musical??? Ft. Will Roland???????????????” at a tweet lmfao so in my mind & in my [what will more reliably motivate me to draw something / be conducive/convenient to that effort] tendencies, zeke’s a little a.u. will roland looking eleven year old or what have you lol, & using other cast members as a starting point / reference is right there as a convenience too, why not. certainly Principal Stine is just r.l. stine, exactly, or what are we even doing here? to me emile is just like, alex brightman in coveralls except he’s not even a Real night janitor, so just any outfit, rather than the canon description like near 60 y.o. ghostish guy, i can’t really shake that & why would i. on the flipside, i have little grasp on how i’d picture tina, & the book basically never describes her, she’s a seventh grade girl & that’s all we’ve got lol. could even turn to the Episode for further assistance there lol but i don’t super remember her having That distinctive a look there either)

all this is to say i wrote down all these notes about Ways The Book Says People Look / Visual Info That Feels Relevant Enough To My Goals Here lol. and since i’m typing them up for convenient / additional access anyways, and who knows what niche nominal interest it may be of to anyone, here is what i’ve written lol:

Brooke pushes hair “off” her face

Zeke’s hair

really long in front (blond)

covers one eye

very short almost shaved in the back

Brooke ties “long hair” into ponytail w/a scrunchie

always wears one on each wrist

“Zeke’s flannel shirtsleeve”

Brooke has a denim jacket

Emile: loose grey pants, sweatshirt

only inch or two taller than Zeke

Zeke: wearing jeans

raises left eyebrow / creases forehead in thought

biting lower lip when nervous

sneakers

Ms Walker: yellow sweater

Brian: * brown hair (*dra dark)

red & black flannel

black sweatpants / hightops

next outfit “looked cute”

black vest over white tee / faded jeans

Zeke has digital watch

Brian in a sweater

Zeke sweeps hair back w/hand when really tense

[post postscript: also naturally remembering some extra pointed out visuals like that zeke has freckles, brooke has glasses, brian has green eyes, just didn’t write it all down if i feel like i’ve got things Remembered / i’m not planning to use xyz specific detail &/or don’t feel the need to note the Quote abt the detail. like i think it’s funny brooke notes zeke’s watch has a lot going on w/buttons & he can wrangle a bunch of functions out of it except for Telling The Actual Time lol thank you for the humorous detail, but i’m not anticipating getting super detailed w/drawing that watch, but now that i know it exists, i’m definitely drawing it, we love like fun digital watches out here]

[anyways also noting these things for my Depiction Ambitions b/c like, if i draw in some [zeke pushes hair back] “frame” it’s like i’m gonna need some phantauditoriumhead to recognize the faithful tribute to the source lmfaoo]

[in addition to posting about all this Simply For Kicks b/c i mean, truly why not, it’s also just me sort of giving myself a gentle nudge abt continuing to Intend to actually try w/all this lol....hyping myself up a degree like nice job, i worked on this by skimming the book again....i work on it by rotating images inside my head when i listen to the songs, some sequences / moments more strongly than others......love you goosebumps the musical the phantom of the auditorium original studio cast recording, would love to build on that with this fun (to manifest) project, unfortunately i Am one of the slowest drawers out there and Am easily intimidated from actually jumping into any given drawing effort and i Do both need enough details re: how i wanna draw any of these people but i Am also one of the worst at creatively generating such details out of simply my imagination, so lol]

[godfrey-the-chaos-duck]

Sooo I wrote a Good Omens oneshot for Halloween cause I'm excited for Season 2 coming out next year (it feels like so far awayyyy)

Here, take this thing I wrote.

"Crowley, are you quite sure about this?" Aziraphale asked, fretting as per usual. "Oh, come on, Angel, it's only for fun," Crowley smiled, "And besides, after the whole body-swap thing, this'll be a walk in the park!"

Crowley adjusted his plastic halo, while Aziraphale admired his new devil horns with a faint smile on his face. Aziraphale had never celebrated Halloween before (he'd always been worried about getting into trouble with Heaven for "occult practices") but the idea of dressing up and eating sweets seemed rather fun. He and Crowley had decided to keep things simple this year and simply trade places. The angel dressing as a demon, and vice versa.

"Damn, I forgot how good I looked in white..." Crowley muttered to himself, admiring the pristine robes he had made. Aziraphale had insisted that they both make their own costumes by hand - no miracles allowed. So Crowley looked rather like he'd gotten tangled up in a king-size bedsheet. Aziraphale had learned sewing and haberdashery in the gentlemen's club (and from that lovely group of Roman women who had first introduced him to the art) and so his custom-made black and red suit looked perfect. "Ooh, Crowley, isn't this flattering?" Aziraphale giggled, "I designed it after your suits, dear." Crowley turned away and blushed scarlet. "You - you look great, Angel," he stuttered.

"Ah! Crowley, I've had an idea," Aziraphale suggested, a seldom-seen glint of mischief in his eyes. "Go on..." Crowley liked where this was going. "What if we introduce ourselves as each other and see how long it takes for people to notice?" the angel finished, before bursting out laughing. "Now that sounds like the kind of great plan I can really get behind," Crowley said coolly. "Now, come on! We have to get to Tadfield Manor or we'll be late for the costume contest!" Aziraphale started fretting when he saw that it was almost nine o'clock. "Easy there, Angel, the night is young," Crowley reassured him, "We can take our time. I may have, ah... arranged things so that late entries still count." "Crowley, you're the best!" Aziraphale squealed, throwing his arms around the disguised demon. Then the two walked out to Crowley's Bentley and drove off.

"You made it!" came the giddy voice of Anathema Device. She was wearing a pointed hat, a black cloak, sleek satin gloves and pointy-looking boots. "Oh - you're a witch," Crowley said, "Because-" "Yep," Anathema nodded, "I never really got into the stereotypes, but I wanted to have a little fun tonight. And look at Newt!" A man walked over to them, wearing a long black coat, a white frilly shirt, tight trousers and shoes with buckles on them. He was also wearing a long wig tied into a ponytail, but his square glasses gave away his identity immediately. "I'm Dick Turpin," Newt said giddily, "Like my car. Do you like it?" Crowley rolled his eyes behind his silvery reflective sunglasses, which he had worn for the occasion instead of his typical black ones. "Oh, don't be like that, dear," Aziraphale scolded him, "I think it's very witty." "Your costumes are hilarious!" Anathema laughed, "Crowley's the angel, and you're the demon - that's really cool."

The hall buzzed with excitement. Everyone was there; Crowley saw Adam and his friends dancing in the corner. Adam was dressed in a suit of plastic armour, Pepper had fake blood and torn clothes that absolutely screamed "zombie", Brian had a wizard's hat and cape, and Wensley was wearing a suit. He'd come as an accountant. Crowley suppressed his amused smirk; if there was an award for "Lamest Costume", Wensley would definitely win. Even Madame Tracy and Shadwell had come. Tracy's day-to-day "fortune-teller" look spoke for itself, while Shadwell had donned the uniform of Witchfinders from days gone by, which included a black hat that looked like he was wearing a bucket on his head. "Oh no," Anathema said jokingly, "A witch-hunter! I hope he doesn't burn me at the stake!" "Ah, unfortunately, I'm out o' that line o' business," Shadwell sighed, "But I'll be keeping a sharp eye on you!"

"Guys, they're announcing the winners of the costume contest!" Newt said, and the hall fell nearly silent as a woman dressed as a nun walked up onto a stage with a microphone. "Thank you all for coming, everyone," the woman began, "And may I just say, our judges had a hard time choosing the winners because you all have such amazing costumes!" The list of names went on for quite some time. Even Newt was beginning to get bored. "And finally, the award for Cutest Couple's Costume goes to... A. Z. Fell and Anthony J. Crowley!" Aziraphale's eyes sparkled as he and Crowley walked up to the stage to recieve their little plastic medals. It wasn't much, but it was something. "Aren't they absolutely darling?" the woman asked, "It just goes to show you, love is for everyone. Congratulations, guys!" Crowley, with his dramatic flair, took a bow, holding his sunglasses in place to make sure they didn't fall off. As the two of them left the stage, they felt a warm sense of acceptance. They were officially a couple - and an adorable one at that.

[boasamishipper]

tom cruise characters hair rates

Lestat de Lioncourt (Interview with the Vampire)

dramatic gay bitch with the long blonde curls to match. somehow has great hair even when he’s on fire or a depressed corpse in a basement, but apparently more than two hundred years of immortality have not inspired him to try out more than two (2) hairstyles. where are the pigtails. where are the braids. where is the lestat with the emo man bun that we deserve. 6.66/10 for wasted potential.

Joel Goodson (Risky Business)

his hair’s dorky but cute, which matches joel’s personality to a t. manages to go from a side part to a center part to a side part (somehow) over the course of the film and each variation looks equally nice. every strand of hair is always in place, no matter the situation, which - what is your secret, joel. what haircare products do you use? bonus points for being the only tom character with legit bangs. go originality. 7.5/10.

Maverick Mitchell (Top Gun)

ah, mav. major points right off the bat for having a hairstyle that is actually regulation (i love you ice but frosted tips in the navy??? how did you not get written up for that??? what is your secret???). LOVE the hint of floof potential though i wish you wouldn’t try and hide it with the hair gel or the helmet. embrace the floof mav. 10/7 (this rating is inverted).

Brian Flanagan (Cocktail)

now THIS is what i call good hair!!! the bounce! the shine! the floof! the swoop! the WAVES! even disheveled the floof is maintained. somehow his hair still looks good even when food gets dumped on top of it. (*damian from mean girls voice* that’s why his hair is so big; it’s full of bad poetry.) incredible perfect stupendous. every tom character needs to get on brian’s level. 10/10.

Cole Trickle (Days of Thunder)

okay look i know i said i loved brian’s hair the best bc of sheer floof factor (i may have a slight bias) but look at cole’s hair. look at that floof. that is honest, earnest, windswept floof. perfect to run your fingers through, as i’m sure claire can attest. unfortunately the floof starts to fizzle when dealt with sad news or injury or crushed under a helmet, but c’est la vie. only complaint is that his hair at that weird length where it’s too long to maintain easily and too short to put into a ponytail - but it is the perfect length for a flower crown, so. 9/10.

Charlie Babbitt (Rain Man)

pretentious yuppie hairstyle for a pretentious yuppie boy. his hair starts getting some bounce and floof with every feeling he experiences - so far the record to beat is one (1) feeling - but not enough and not fast enough. get him out of my sight. 2/10.

Danny Kaffee (A Few Good Men)

coiffed, well-maintained, professional and fully adhering to regulations - none of which fits danny necessarily, but the hair works. nice and neat, just a hint of bounce. great side part. love the color. not a fan of the attempt at bangs. save that for joel, danny. and get your fingers out of your mouth. 6/10.

Jerry Maguire (Jerry Maguire)

not as bad as charlie babbitt, but still pretty pretentious. little too much hair gel at times. good bounce, frames the face pretty nicely. switches from a side part to a center part depending on the stress level. seems to be going for that rumpled casual look which does not at all come off as rumpled and casual. the more stress, the more unkempt the hair becomes (and the more strands start peeking out). consensus? the man needs a good night’s rest and a better hair care routine (and definitely therapy). help me help you, jerry. 3/10.

Ray Ferrier (War of the Worlds)

starts out short and neat and gets progressively dirtier and messier as the story goes on - which, you know. alien invasion, fleeing your home, running for your life. that’s legit. wash the blood and grit out of your hair, get a good night’s rest. maybe just stick with the baseball cap? you do you, ray. 5/10.

Roy Miller (Knight and Day)

soft sunshine hair for the soft sunshine boy. his skills in the field are impeccable and so is his hair. the number one item on his bucket list (below changing his name legally to mr. june havens) is having someone run their hands through his hair and also possibly braid it. please let roy miller relax and also *t’challa voice* Give This Man A Flower Crown. 9/10.

Stacee Jaxx (Rock of Ages)

long sexy rock star hair for the sexy rock star and yet does he do a SINGLE thing with it besides that bandana that one time or the cowboy hat? no. 2/10 for wasted potential. (also stacee: wash the bourbon out of your hair, maybe? just a thought.)

Jack Harper, Tech 49 (Oblivion)

nice good hair for a nice good boy. some call the hairstyle boring, i call it classic. a very solid poof at the front that droops and becomes sad later on but still looks good. luckily, looking good while being sad is something of a specialty for jack harper. if he finds any accessories or barrettes or hair ties in the wild he’d look very nice as well. 7/10.

Bill Cage (Edge of Tomorrow)

WHO CARES ABOUT YOUR HAIR THE PLANE IS GOING TO EXPLODE. (more boring than classic, extra points for the bounciness and the fact that he’s got great hair literally no matter what point at the end of the world he’s at. 5/10.)

[tunedtostatic]

[Image Description: The crew of the Iris 2 made with picrew. Detailed image descriptions under the cut. End Description.]

If using picrews is cringe now I don’t wanna be right. Loving this particular picrew by grgikau, thanks everyone who’s been putting it on my dash!

(Edit: Tumblr is still hiding posts with links, apparently. It’s at picrew dot me, /image_maker/426722.)

Outfit meta also under the cut, because if you’re not gonna overthink character picrews what’s the point:

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Line 1: Image 1: Violet is slightly chubby and has dark loosely wavy hair either nape-of-neck length or pulled back with only tendrils showing. She has a septum piercing and is wearing a white t-shirt and grey hoodie. She looks slightly alarmed. Background: Bi pride flag.

Image 2: Arkady has a third of her head buzzed at the top; the rest of her long flyaway hair is pulled up in a high ponytail. She has an angular face, several cartilage piercings and one eyebrow piercing. She’s wearing brown eyeshadow, a black top, and a brown leather jacket. She is smirking. Background: Offwhite with rectangular ace pride flag frame.

Line 2: Image 3: Brian has close-cropped flyaway brown hair and a beard. He’s wearing classic rectangular glasses, a yellow button-down shirt and a red hoodie. He’s grinning. Background: Offwhite with circular trans pride flag frame.

Image 4: Krejjh is depicted as a light-skinned human (but with pointy ears). Their purple hair is styled into a faux hawk on top of their head, with sideburns, and is long in the back, swooshing through the background. They’re wearing dark green eyeshadow and a red varsity jacket over a sweater with an angular turquoise and yellow pattern. They’re grinning and raising one eyebrow. Background: Orange with black stars.

Line 3: Image 5: Sana is wearing a pink hijab, a beige sweater with a green and white pattern around the collar, and navy overalls. She is wearing large-frame glasses and smiling with a hint of a smirk. Background: Grey with white stars.

Image 6: Park is wearing a white t-shirt with a red neckline, buzzed hair, and a green ballcap. His forehead is lined and he has stubble on his angular jaw. His eyes are closed and he has a small smile. Background: Yellow with offwhite rectangular frame.

Line 4: Image 7: McCabe is wearing a black jacket over a button-down shirt that is offwhite with narrow dark stripes. They have curly red hair in a ponytail, a narrow face, and freckles. They are scowling. Background: Black with circular nonbinary pride flag frame.

Image 8: Blue stars on a lavender background.

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When it comes to fashion I headcanon Violet as a practical person who likes being comfy. Her picrew gently haunts me because once I hit on this t-shirt/hoodie combination her vibe became EXACTLY that of the lab grad TAs I had when I was in college. 10/10 would go to her office hours, she would help me decipher weird abstruse lab report instructions with no judgement

Listen, in my heart of hearts I don’t really headcanon Arkady wearing piercings on a daily basis; she’s just too paranoid and unnecessary-risk adverse to do something that would cause danger with combat, machinery, and so on. But do they give her picrew Edgy Arkady Energy? Yes. I enjoyed the flyaway hair options in this picrew maker and am generally delighted at how Arkady came out looking like a cat you’ve just extracted from somewhere she’s not supposed to be.

Brian! Also grad school fashion, but make it tacky colors. But boring tacky colors, not interesting tacky colors. Sorry Brian, I do not picture you as as having an intriguing fashion sense. I wore the same t-shirt all weekend so I’m allowed to both project this onto you and judge you for it.

Krejjh! No purple skin option, so I pinch hit with purple hair. Not all nonbinary people have an androgynous gender presentation but I definitely think Krejjh does, so I tried to find a hairstyle that worked for this. Their jacket and Brian’s hoodie are both red because they’re spouzzes and are outfit-coordinating, obviously.

I think marina-does-things’s painting of Sana in a coral pink work smock changed me as a person because I can’t imagine anything other than pink as her signature color. I am also standing on the shoulders of giants for the sweater and overalls combination; everyone who draws Sana in coveralls/a work smock/a boiler suit but also a sweater please know that at any given moment in time I am shaking you virtually by the hand.

Park! I didn’t want to erase his disability, and I’m not sure what the art ethics are of drawing on picrews, so I picked one of the options with his eyes closed. He is in a t-shirt and ballcap because he is a deeply boring person and I think he enjoys being able to wear boring clothes that are not business casual instead of boring clothes that are business casual. And not having to be clean-shaven.

I was originally going to give the disgruntled mouth option to Sana, but I’m glad I gave it to RJ. They are a ball of pure ire and, unlike Park, you won’t be able to pry their business casual away from them with a crowbar.

[fuckyeah-jessicabiel]

The time is finally right for Jessica Biel's singing debut

July 28, 2009

Actress Jessica Biel may have surprised film and television fans when she signed on to sing the part of laced-up missionary Sarah Brown in “Guys and Dolls in Concert” at the Hollywood Bowl this weekend, but the actress has always been a sucker for a good musical.

When she was 16, she made certain she’d be able to buy tickets for a touring production of “Rent” in San Diego. “I loved that show so much that I slept on the street outside the theater,” she says. “We brought our sleeping bags so we’d be first in line.”

Years later, Biel was offered the part of Maureen in the Broadway production as well as a role in “Beauty and the Beast,” but she turned both down. “They’d been on for a while, and I would have been stepping into someone else’s position,” Biel says. “And I just felt like I wasn’t 100% confident in myself. I just wasn’t ready for it. I thought something else will happen for me at the right time, and if it doesn’t, then it doesn’t.”

As things turned out, it did. And now Biel is preparing for her professional singing debut onstage in the Frank Loesser classic opposite Broadway űberstar Brian Stokes Mitchell, who plays her gambling love interest, Sky Masterson.

“I’m going to do something that really scares me, that I wasn’t ready to do before and probably would have messed up,” she says. “You know when you feel in your gut, 'Do I really want to do this now?', instead of forcing yourself and saying you should.

“And I also want to sing. It’s that hobby that I do by myself privately in the shower or in the car. It’s that gut reaction of pure bliss. I really feel my 9-year-old self inside doing cartwheels when I sing.”

Pipes dream    

For the young Jessica Biel, taking voice lessons was like trying on her mother’s high heels. One day Jessica’s mother needed to go to a voice lesson, but couldn’t get a baby-sitter. So she took 8-year-old Jessica along. Jessica wanted a crack at it too, so her mother gave her the appointment. And so Biel’s love of singing was born.

Now, 19 years, 18 films and a decade as a regular on the hit TV show “7th Heaven” later, the member in good standing of young Hollywood is finally making her professional singing debut on stage Friday in the Frank Loesser musical classic, “Guys and Dolls in Concert at the Hollywood Bowl.” Biel, 27, said it took her all that time to summon the courage to take her singing beyond the shower stall. “I’ve struggled a lot in the last five years or so with my own insecurities, having done some film,” she said recently. “Will I be accepted? Is my voice good enough? I think I finally feel confident enough to do it.”

If Biel’s newfound confidence tipped the scales for her, she’s certainly going to need it. She’s making her debut as the pious Save-a-Soul Mission Sgt. Sarah Brown opposite one of Broadway’s biggest stars, Brian Stokes Mitchell, who stars as her love interest, Sky Masterson. And she’s doing it in front of the Bowl’s substantial audience of about 17,000 people.

“Hopefully faceless people,” she said with a laugh. “17,000 faceless people.”

And then, of course, there’s the pressure of singing opposite Mitchell “because he’s such a talent and his voice is strong,” Biel said. “I definitely know I have to match him and not get swallowed up by his incredible sound. It is kind of a daunting idea. But working with that caliber of people, you have no choice but to take your game up to the next level and just bring it. I know that sounds dorky, but you really do.”

Broadway veterans

Biel, who played a magician’s love interest in the 2006 period film “The Illusionist,” discussed her latest venture during a break in rehearsals at the Hollywood United Methodist Church gym. The fresh-faced actress, her hair pulled back into a messy ponytail, was relaxed and eager to talk about her surprising incarnation. The rehearsal set-up was a far cry from a cushy big-budget film set, which may offer stars such amenities as 45-foot trailers, Diptyque candles and the like.

Today, the closest things to amenities were five fans scattered around the gym to battle the steamy afternoon heat. Biel, wearing a simple black tank dress, lace-up church-lady shoes and no makeup, rehearsed some lines she improvised with Beau Bridges, another film actor not known for his singing voice. (Scott Bakula plays Nathan Detroit, Tony nominee Ellen Greene is Miss Adelaide and Ken Page is Nicely-Nicely in a production featuring an interesting mix of Hollywood stars and Broadway bluebloods.)

As she voiced her concern about her love for a gambler, Bridges, who plays the mission’s founder, Arvide Abernathy, reassured her and softly sang “More I Cannot Wish You.” As he did, he twirled Biel around and ended the song with a kiss on her head.

When Biel auditioned for director Richard Jay-Alexander and music director Kevin Stites at Stites’ New York apartment, Jay-Alexander was so mired in the theater world that he didn’t know who she was. But by the time she had finished, he said, he “got chills three times.”

“Her voice is silvery,” said Jay-Alexander, who directed last summer’s “Les Miserables in Concert” at the Bowl and spent 10 years as the executive director of producer Cameron Mackintosh’s U.S. company. “It glimmers, and the higher it goes, the more it shimmers. It’s a very interesting instrument.” And she’s been training for the role “like a triathlete in a decathlon,” working with a coach two hours a day for the last two months.

Biel hopes that the role of Sarah will confound an industry that often makes assumptions about the limits of beautiful women. Her concern about that has at times ricocheted awkwardly across the Internet, as it did in May when she told Allure magazine that she wants a career like Scarlett Johansson and Natalie Portman’s, but her beauty “really is a problem” in Hollywood and has cost her roles.

Outside the box

After dropping out of Tufts University (which she said she regrets), Biel has tried to forge an eclectic career that has embraced drama (“Ulee’s Gold” in 1997), comedy (2007’s “I Now Pronounce You Chuck & Larry”), action/sci-fi (“Next” the same year), horror (“The Texas Chainsaw Massacre” remake in 2003) and Noel Coward (2008’s “Easy Virtue,” singing a couple of songs on the soundtrack).

“I just don’t want to be in a box ever where anybody feels I can only do one thing, because it’s boring,” said Biel, born in Minnesota to an international business consultant and a homemaker. “I feel I have a lot to explore and a lot to give and try and probably fail doing something, but I want the shot to do it.”

That probably won’t include performing with her longtime boyfriend, Justin Timberlake, at least for now. “I never thought about doing an album,” she said. “I’m more interested in incorporating music into film or onstage. I am his No. 1 fan when it comes to music, but we’re doing our own things.”

Now she’s finishing filming David O. Russell’s healthcare industry satire, “Nailed,” playing a waitress who gets a nail lodged in her head, and then moving on to Garry Marshall’s star ensemble romantic comedy “Valentine’s Day.” She’s also pursuing several projects for her production company, Iron Ocean Films, including seeking financing for “The Devil and the Deep Blue Sea,” a drama about the friendship between a widower and a homeless girl, for which Timberlake would act as music supervisor.

She started Iron Ocean with her partner, Michelle Purple, she said, “to come up with my own material, to have more control of it, to understand what a producer does and the business aspect that I don’t normally see. Suppose there’s a time in my life when I don’t want to be on screen. You want to have a family and still work and still have independence and something of your own.”

But mostly, Biel doesn’t want to be told she can’t do something.

“The only destination I’m hoping for is longevity,” she said. “I want to be able to keep working until I’m 105 years old. I want the choice. It’s difficult for women in general in entertainment. They peak earlier and the men peak at 30, 40. It’s kind of scary. But you can’t tell Meryl Streep she can’t do a part. You can’t say to Cate Blanchett ‘I don’t believe her in that.’ They do anything they want because they have explored the range, which is endless for them. That’s what I want.”

Source: LA Times

[hockeylvr59]

Collide Part 1 || Sidney Crosby

Summary: Life as a single foster mom and a pediatrician didn’t leave much time for dating. But when Dr. Erin Lancaster becomes the pediatrician for Pittsburgh Penguins Defenseman Brian Dumoulin's baby boy, her association and quick friendship with his wife Kayla turns her crazy but quiet life upside down. 

Requested: [ ] yes [x] no

Authors Note: Welp...I could have had a baby of my own in the time it took me to write this update...I know quite a few of you have been clamoring for it so I hope it was everything you could have imagined. I’m still not sure I have Sid’s personality down...you’d think I’d be able to write my captain better considering he was the first hockey player I ever wrote about but...at least he’s present in this part. 

Warnings: discussion of opiate-addicted infants

Word Count: 2,416

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Though my initial meeting with the Dumoulin’s had gone well in my mind, I was still somewhat surprised to step into the office a week later to find Alex practically bouncing off the walls. Taking a sip out of my coffee mug I merely raised an eyebrow at her, an inquisitive look spreading across my face. 

“Don’t get me wrong...I know you’re an incredible doctor but this...this is huge and I don’t know how you did it!” She exclaimed, handing me a stack of papers. Glancing down at them revealed a completed new patient packet, sans baby’s first name, for the Dumoulin’s pending arrival and though mentally my jaw dropped, I outwardly brushed it off, pretending that it wasn’t nearly as big of a deal as it actually was. 

“It’s just another patient Alex.” I reminded her. “He’ll receive the same care as every other patient.” Shaking her head, Alex rolled her eyes at me knowing exactly what I was doing. As I turned on my heel to retreat to my office for twenty minutes of paperwork before our first patient I couldn’t help but smile. “Let the rest of the nurses know they can wear penguins shirts for the home opener.” Her laugh followed me down the hallway and once inside my office I took a moment to bask in scoring my first VIP patient. This could do wonders for my practice moving forward. 

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That was the last time I’d really thought about having a Pittsburgh Penguin baby as a patient. At the office, I had too many other patients to worry about. At home, I had a five-year-old who had started school for the first time and a seven-year-old who was struggling with math. I was balancing work, helping them with school, and making sure that they had time to do kid things like attending karate and swim lessons, not to mention play dates with other kids. Time was moving faster than I could keep up with but at the same time, I prayed for it to slow down. Life as a foster mom meant that I needed to cherish every moment with these crazy boys because I knew that sooner or later they would likely be leaving my care. And that was a whole bundle of emotions that I would never fully be able to handle no matter how many times it happened. 

Before I knew it, it was already November. Today was supposed to be my afternoon off, yet I found myself headed downtown to Magee Women’s Hospital. 

After checking in at the front desk, I clipped my visitor’s pass onto my blouse and followed the familiar path up to the NICU. Once there I was greeted by one of the nurses I’d gotten to know from the various times I’d been here before. After gowning up, I stepped inside and she led me over to a bassinet containing a tiny baby boy. He was still hooked up to a variety of wires and tubes, his skin was mottled, and his body tremored. Looking down at him, the maternal side of me teared up. No child deserved to enter the world in this kind of pain. Reaching down, I brushed a finger over his head before trailing it down his arm to his hand. Immediately he wrapped his fist around my finger and held on tight. 

“He’s a fighter.” The nurse murmured over my shoulder. “We honestly weren’t sure he was going to pull through but I’d say for the most part he’s out of the woods now.” Nodding I just watched him for a few more minutes before switching back to a more professional mode. 

“Tell me about his history. Everything I need to know.” I expressed. As his nurse told me about the methadone injections he was receiving but would likely need even after he left the hospital and how his condition had been steadily improving, I listened carefully, figuring out the best plan for once he was released into my care. Brushing my fingers over the baby’s head once more, I eventually made my way out of the NICU, tossing the scrubs. It would likely be another week or so before he was ready to be released but once he was, he would be coming home with me for the foreseeable future so that he could continue to have expert care while residing in a home setting. 

Checking my watch revealed that I had another hour and a half or so before I needed to pick my boys up from their various activities. As I debated what to do with that time, I fixed my hair into a fresh ponytail before moving to pull my phone from the pocket of my jeans. 

“Dr. Lancaster?!” Glancing up, I saw that it was one of the nurses in the maternity ward that had called my name. Moving over to the nurses’ station I smiled at her, leaning against the counter. 

“Yes?” I inquired. 

“Oh good, that is you.” The young nurse murmured softly. “Melinda said you were down in the NICU…” She explained. “I was looking through the paperwork for one of our newborns and I noticed you were the pediatrician of record. Just thought I’d give you a heads up.” She expanded. “They’re down in room 314 if you wanted to pop in and say hello.” Before she had even finished speaking she was dashing off down the hall in the opposite direction as a scream sounded from one of the delivery rooms. 

For a moment I stood frozen, honestly racking my brain trying to figure out what patient she was talking about. Then I started off in the direction of 314, deciding that I would just have to wait and see. It wasn’t until I noticed that this wing of the maternity ward was nearly empty that the most likely possibility clicked. Clearly keeping track of due dates was not my strongest skill...generally because I usually didn’t need to. 

Approaching the room I heard soft voices speaking and I gently knocked before popping my head in. Immediately my eyes met the sight of Brian perched on the bed over his wife, newborn in her arms. 

“Are you up for visitors?” I whispered. “I won’t stay long, I was just in the building and a little birdie told me you were here so I thought I’d stop by.” 

Kayla’s voice was soft and tired but she quickly nodded. “Of course. Come in, come in.” She insisted. Stepping into the room I shut the door behind me and moved quietly across the room. 

“How are you feeling?” I asked her. “Everything go fairly smoothly?” 

“Sore. Tired.” She declared. “But he’s here and we’re both healthy so I’d say it went okay.” 

“Good.” I murmured. Before I could say anything else, another knock sounded at the door and another head popped in. This time, Brian moved to stand up and as a body came through the door, I watched as the two of them hugged each other, arms moving around the flowers in the new visitor’s hand. It wasn’t until they pulled away that I realized who this visitor was and immediately my throat went dry. 

“Hey, Sid.” Kayla breathed, shifting the baby a bit in her arms. 

“These are for you. The team sends their love and congratulations.” He responded, moving over to give her a quick half-hug as well. It was only then that he noticed he wasn’t the only visitor in the room and paused. 

“Sid, this is our pediatrician Dr. Lancaster. Dr. Lancaster, this is Sid.” Brian introduced. Suddenly a warm hand was reaching out to me in greeting and I took it, frantically trying to pull myself back together. Meeting Brian was one thing, meeting Sidney Crosby...that was another entirely. 

“Nice to meet you,” Sid said, his voice familiar but yet different at the same time. 

“The pleasure is all mine. But it’s just Erin.” I replied, taking a deep breath before turning back to Kayla and the baby. “Do you mind if I look at his chart?” I questioned, professional curiosity filling me. Of course, it was only a matter of time before these records were sent to me anyway, but with a nod from Kayla, I reached for his chart beside the bassinet, looking over his APGAR scores and the nurse’s notes. Nodding to myself for a moment, I set it back down and smiled. 

“Sounds like you’ve got a strong, healthy little boy there.” I declared. Parental pride filled both Kayla and Brian’s faces at the compliment. 

“Do you want to hold him?” Kayla asked, and never one to turn down having a baby in my arms I quickly agreed, gently shifting him to cradle against my chest. Looking between him and both Kayla and Brian I tried to determine who he looked the most like right now and when I expressed that he had Brian’s nose they both laughed. 

“Have you guys picked a name?” Sid inquired from his spot leaning against the foot of the bed. Brian quickly nodded, glancing down at his wife before sharing. 

“Brayden Joseph.” Glancing down at the baby in my arms I immediately decided that the name suited him and murmured softly to him in greeting, introducing myself as his doctor and expressing that I didn’t expect him to like me at first because of the required shots to keep him healthy. This time, when I looked up from talking softly to the baby Kayla and Brian were sharing a soft look as he whispered in her ear and I could feel Sid’s gaze on me. Meeting his eyes I saw warmth but also a lingering sadness and I quickly drew my bottom lip between my teeth as I broke the gaze suddenly feeling like I had a stomach full of molasses. 

“So Dr. Lancaster…” Sid addressed. “Do you make hospital visits to all of your new patients?” I couldn’t tell by the tone of his voice what he was thinking or why he had asked. It wasn’t quite accusatory but at the same time, there was a tenseness to it. Deciding that I just didn’t know him and therefore shouldn’t read into it, I shrugged softly. 

“Only when I happen to already be in the building.” 

“Yeah, you mentioned that….everything okay?” Brian jumped in. 

“Of course. I was here in a semi-professional manner.” I explained. “I needed to stop down at the NICU to meet a baby that I’ll be fostering when he’s released so that I could figure out what I need and discuss the best care plan.” 

“Dr. Lancaster...Erin…” Kayla quickly corrected, nodding at me for my approval. “In addition to being an incredible doctor, is also a foster parent, Sid.” There was an underlying current of unspoken communication going on between the three of them, one that I wasn’t going to pry into. 

“So you’ll have a newborn at home in addition to the other two?” Kayla asked as Brayden started fussing causing me to hand him back to his mom. 

“Lord help me but yes.” I breathed, chuckling softly. “I’ll have three boys. Two rambunctious ones that keep me on my toes and then this new baby which might be the hardest to deal with of all three. I love when I get babies into my care but hate when it’s because they were born with opiate addiction and need specialized care just to stand a chance.” Both Kayla and Brian’s eyes went wide and I shoved my right hand into the front pocket of my jeans. “I’m not gonna lie, he's still in rough shape but the nurses think he’s out of the woods now. It always breaks my heart seeing them that way though. Knowing I’m going to have to give him daily injections for at least a few more weeks to help his body slowly withdraw from the drugs he’s been exposed to.” 

“Wow.” This time the voice came from Sid and I nodded glancing over at him. 

“It breaks my heart but I’ll do it again and again because I know that my experience and ability to provide elevated care and monitoring gives him the best chance moving forward.” 

The mood in the room had taken a turn for the serious and I let out a deep breath before pasting a smile back on my face. 

“It makes me even more grateful though for all of my patients that have fantastic momma’s and who are healthy and strong.” I tease, my words thankfully bringing a smile back to Kayla’s face and then Brian’s along with his wife’s. 

Feeling my phone buzz in my pocket, I glance at my watch again and mumble a curse. 

“And this was already longer than the short visit I promised, but I have to get going, I’ve got a seven-year-old to pick up from karate and then I have to make dinner for him and the five-year-old being dropped off from a play date.” 

“Thank you for stopping by.” Brian declared, moving over to shake my hand. 

“Of course. I’ll see you guys soon.” I promised. Still, there was something about the look on Kayla’s face that made me pause though I did need to leave. “Hey, Brian...grab your phone.” Once he had, I rattled off my cell phone number. “If you guys have any questions, concerns, etc. Things that you think it would be too silly to call the office over, text or call me. I know first-time parenthood isn’t easy but you’re gonna be great.”  

As I headed for the door, I turned for just a moment. 

“And it was nice to meet you, Sid.” 

It wasn’t until both boys were tucked into bed and I was settled into my own trying to get my mind to shut down so I could sleep that the encounter with Sid entered my mind once more. It wasn’t something I could wrap my mind around, his behavior struck me for reasons I couldn’t explain but at the same time, I couldn’t get the feeling of his hand in my own or the swirling shades of his eyes out of my head. It was a level of confusion I just didn’t have the mental capacity to deal with so I brushed it aside, refocusing my brain on all of the things I needed to get done tomorrow. 

Outfit Inspiration:

[irwinkitten]

you can’t stop | a.i

notes: so this was an idea that came up when i first started screaming to @spicycal​ about broadway!ash and then i spiralled because i started listening to the hairspray soundtrack and said the magical words ‘my head has got ashton playing link in hairspray and my mind won't shut!! up!!' and honestly it was one of the first things i started screaming at sarah about and it’s how we became friends because we’re musical nerds (read: clowns) and this idea wouldn’t leave me alone thus this was born. (also there is a part two in the works!) pairing: broadway!ash x plus sized female!reader warnings: a few swears but that’s it? word count: 2.3k

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When you stepped into rehearsals on the first day, it took some time to fully register that you were the leading lady of the show and not just a background character. You knew that today was all about breaking the ice, so to speak. 

You knew that over the years, your sense of humour had developed because of the kids you’d grown up with, the people who still made you feel uncomfortable about your weight, and you had turned it back on them.

So when they got to you, you grinned as you gave them your name and who you were playing.

“Don’t know if the extra weight gave it away, but I’m playing Tracey Turnblad. This is my first time as a lead character and the only way I break ice is by jumping on it.” It took a full second before the other actors started laughing, the director wearing a short grin as the atmosphere relaxed.

It was certainly more easier on your nerves than you’d anticipated because everyone had laughed and you let out a breath you hadn’t realised you’d been holding as the others introduced themselves.

And then your eyes fell onto the final person.

“My name’s Ashton, feel free to call me Ash. Can you guess who I’m going to be playing? Although, unlike our leading lady, it could be a difficult guess.” And for the first time in your career, you wanted to punch that stupid self satisfied smug look off his face. 

A few people tittered nervously, but you just snorted in response. You’d heard worse from directors.

‘You only have to deal with him for the next two years.’ You told yourself firmly. 

The first ten weeks were rehearsals. Normally it would’ve been six weeks, but since it was an entirely new cast, the producer had opted for the extra time to help the cast bond since this show run was going to be two years to start with. Opening night was far enough away that you could surprise your family, since you’d kept this job quiet from them.

As you began the warm ups, the director—who had introduced himself as Evan—moved you front and centre. 

“Right, I want to start off with your vocal range. We’ll have other duets fall in as we change the songs but keep it to mostly your songs before we move to ensemble. Once we know the ranges of you lot, our lovely composer Brian,” he waved out to the man who was leaning against one of the walled mirrors in the studio, “will be able to figure out if we need to change any songs.”

It wasn’t so much as brutal, but it put you through your paces. You realised quickly that this was certainly going to be a welcome challenge for you.

Ashton remained smug throughout his parts and it took everything in you to not slap the silly smirk off his face when it got to your duets. But you resisted, matching him pace for pace which surprised him.

When the first break hit, you were feeling warm as you took some water and the actress playing Maybelle—Jace—stepped up to you, braids piled up on her head as she lifted her water bottle in a toast to you. 

“So, first time being the leading lady, huh?” And you smiled. 

“I’ve been working as just an ensemble cast member for the last few years. I jumped at the chance for the audition with Evan and when I got the call back, I knew it was gonna be what I needed.” You shared a grin with Jace. 

A few other cast members came up to you. It was when the one who was playing Amber bounced over, her blonde hair tied back in a high ponytail, bouncing with her movements. 

It took you a second to remember her name was Cassie. 

“So you’re going to be my enemy for the foreseeable future.” Her tone was teasing, the grin on her lips disarming you for a second. 

“I mean, I guess?” You felt confused and she grinned. 

“Reckon we can be friends?” This had you relaxing instantly. 

“Don’t see the harm in that. And maybe when you’re in character you can teach Irwin good manners.” Cassie laughed as she slung her arm across your shoulders and looped her other with Jace’s 

“That man might be a good actor but if you get him to learn some good manners I think the gods would bless you.” 

When the day finished, both Cassie and Jace were convincing you to come out with them for drinks. And despite the hesitation, you couldn’t say no to their pleading faces.

“Is your place close by?” Cassie finally asked and you could feel a smile settle on your lips. 

“If you’ve already got stuff to change into, we can get ready at my apartment?” The offer was met with an immediate agreement, both girls split from you and began inviting others to the night out. 

You’d made fast friends with both of them by the time you were dressed up with a splash of makeup on. As the three of you left, it felt nice as you laughed at Cassie’s imitation of Ashton. 

“Hi, I’m Ashton Irwin and I’m a cocky son of a bitch who doesn’t like meeting new people.” Her tone and pitch had the two of you cracking up as you waited for the lift. When Cassie had pitched the invite to him, he’d rolled his eyes and told her that he had better plans. It certainly hadn’t endeared him to her with that.

It took barely ten minutes but by the time you reached the club where a lot of the cast were waiting, excitement began to ooze through your body. 

“First round of shots are on me!” You called out to the group, earning excited yells as you all headed in. 

With Cassie’s help—since she knew how many people there were—you got the order in and toasted to the lot of them. 

“May these runs lead up to incredible shows!” With the shot knocked back, Jace was quick to pull you to the floor, the music loud as the two of you danced the night away with the rest of the cast members.

—

You were furious. Beyond furious with Ashton.

He’d crossed a line. To embarrass you in such a way in front of so many directors, it hurt. 

When you got to rehearsals the following morning, your anger hadn’t abated. Jace wisely kept her own counsel as you changed into what you’d dubbed as your rehearsal outfit. Loose fitted tee-shirt and black leggings. 

“You realise that it’s final scenes today?” Jace had quietly commented, her eyes concerned and you could feel your temper bubble. 

“I can be civil with him when we’re on stage. But off stage? All bets are off.” You snapped, slamming your locker shut and making your way through. She fell silent, casting a worried glance with Cassie before they headed onto the stage.

You hadn’t even made it to the stage when a hand grasped your shoulder, pulling you deeper into the wings of the stage, further away from your castmates. Your fury ignited at the audacity of Ashton.

“Look, about last night-” he started, his voice quiet.

“Don’t you fucking dare, Irwin.” You snapped back, cutting him off as you yanked your arm free from his grip. His shock at your reaction stunned him silent. 

“What? Nothing to say to me? Nothing to say to me after you embarrassed me in front of every big fucking name in the industry? Nothing to say to me after saying that my family shouldn’t bother for opening night since I’m going to mess it up?” You didn’t bother keeping your voice down. The director knew you and Ashton didn’t get along well, but you were able to work with him. 

“I just wanted to say-” He tried again but you cut him off.

“You wanted to say what, exactly? That you’re sorry? I don’t want your fucking apology. It’s worthless. You could be the king of fucking england and I still won’t give you my time or attention anymore, unless it’s directly related to work. Now back off.” You snapped, pulling away completely and leaving him stunned.

“Ooo, do we need to be having words?” Cassie teased and you took in a slow deep breath, pushing down your anger towards him so you wouldn’t snap at Cassie. You knew she meant well she always did, but you were still too angry, too hurt to not take it the wrong way.

Evan gave you a lasting look, tapping his fingers on the script. 

“Dance rehearsal today. We’ll work on the scenes later and tomorrow.” He announced, earning groans from the ensemble. Ashton slipped onto the stage quietly. 

You threw Evan a grateful look and he simply nodded as he clapped his hands.

“Chop chop, we don’t have all day for this. We’ll go from where the girls are fighting to be seen on camera.” As the cast rearranged themselves, you stepped over to the corner from where you’d come down. Cassie winked at you and you offered her a weak grin. 

“From the top!” 

-

After you’d yelled at him, Ashton had done his best to keep out of your way before opening night. But on opening night you knew you had to call a truce. 

Knocking on his dressing room door, you waited quietly before you heard him knock something over in his haste to get to the door.

As he pulled it open, his eyes widened in shock to find you standing there in front of him.

“Can I come in?” Your voice was quiet and it took him a moment before he nodded and stepped back, letting you in before closing the door behind you. You had to try and ignore the fact that he was half dressed, his shirt clearly hanging from the back of the chair.

He offered the small couch that was in the corner of his dressing room, pulling the chair over to sit in front of you and suddenly you felt your courage and words disappear.

“So, did you need something?” His voice was hesitant, and you couldn’t exactly blame him for that. Ever since you’d verbally smacked him down before rehearsal, he’d done his best to avoid pissing you off outside of rehearsal. 

His question pulled you back to that moment and you felt your courage return, taking a slow deep breath.

“I’m calling a truce between us. Or at least, a truce between my attitude and yourself.” Although you’d been well in the right to be so angry with him and continue the treatment, he’d done everything he could to change that before backing off.

His jaw dropped at your words, sucking in a sharp breath as he processed your words.

“I-uh, don’t know what to say to that except, thanks, I guess?” You snorted at that.

“I’ve been so furious with you for what you did. You embarrassed me and made me look like some kind of pity pick. After working Broadway for years, do you know how much that hurt me? Hurt my career? ” His face flushed in shame as his gaze dropped to his hands that were resting in his lap.

“I hadn’t even considered...” He trailed off and you scoffed.

“Of course you didn’t. You’re the popular kid. The one people fight over to have on their team. You don’t need to consider other people’s feelings because everyone tries to cater for you.” You couldn't help the bitterness slip out with your words and his eyes lifted to meet yours.

“I really fucked up.” 

“That’s putting it lightly, Ashton. You single handedly nearly destroyed my entire career with those words. Evan had to tell me that he’d had calls from other casting directors who had other names to replace me if he needed it.” You could see that the message was sinking in for Ashton, the guilt etched into his face mixed with a look of horror.

“I’m so sorry, I- I never even realised-” You cut him off.

“The damage is done. Thankfully Evan managed to put them off from that and invited them to the opening night of the show. If we pull this off we could be working together for a lot longer than the two years we’re scheduled to.” A wry smile crossed your lips. “So don’t fuck this up tonight.” 

Ashton stared at you for a solid ten seconds before he started laughing. 

“You’ve got it, doll. How about we start over?” He held his hand out to you and you took a second before grasping his hand. He surprised you by bringing the back of your hand to his lips and without even realising, you’d rolled your eyes at his theatrics.

“It’s one thing to start over with me, but I think you need to start over with the rest of the cast too. Cassie is still fully prepared to scalp you for doing what you did.” He winced at that before letting your hand go.

“I guess I owe it to you and them to start over, don’t I?” You nodded at his words, watching as he ran a hand through his hair. 

“I know that everyone has their families in for the opening night and they’re going to want to celebrate this success with them. How about you start with the rehearsal tomorrow and see how that goes?” He nodded at that.

“I think I might just do that. And for what it’s worth, I truly am sorry for what I did and said.” Your eyes studied his face and you let the corner of your lips tug just a little bit.

“I know.” You leaned forwards and kissed his cheek before heading out, leaving him speechless.

-

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Triple H, Shawn Michaels x Fem Reader- "Lollipop Man"

1997 was almost over, and the WWF was going through some drastic changes by the end of the year.

The former Isaac Yankem and fake Diesel now would go on to play what really drove him into popularity and what he'll always be remembered for: Kane, a horror movie-like villain and the Undertaker's brother whose face was burned during his childhood.

Bret Hart and Davey Boy Smith left for WCW, though they wouldn't really fit in the up and coming WWF era.

Brian Pillman had a story line where he kidnapped Goldust's wife and turned her into his personal sex slave, only for Brian to die in real life, much to the dismay of people who would've loved to have seen him in the WWF's Attitude era, an era he paved the way for.

A wrestler known as RockaBilly ditched his country singer gimmick and teamed up with "Road Dogg" Jesse James to form a duo known as the New Age Outlaws.

Sable was an up and coming wrestling valet and star who shed a potato sack she was wearing to hide a bikini that left almost nothing to the imagination.

And the former elegantly dressed Hunter Hearst Helmsley would ditch his gentleman-like clothes and cane for T-shirts and jeans, team up with Shawn Michaels, and go from acting like a gentleman to acting like an immature fratboy.

Even Hunter Hearst Helmsley was starting to change his name to what he'll always be known as, even today: Triple H.

And you even were going through some changes by the end of 1997.

You were once Hunter Hearst Helmsley's elegantly dressed valet in evening gowns and opera gloves, but by the end of 1997, you ripped your evening gown off, began to wear some more revealing, scantily clad outfits, and started acting a bit more flirtatious and promiscuous.

During the last month of 1997, during its early days, there was that notorious promo that Shawn Michaels and Triple H had cut, while Shawn was sitting in a wheelchair while he and Hunter sucked on lollipops.

It makes you so happy that Shawn and Triple H now are a popular wrestling duo, because 2 sexy men being a wrestling tagteam together= threesomes.

Watching them suck on those lollipops made you horny as well as made you think of a little something that brainstormed an idea.

Shortly after that promo where Shawn and Triple H cut that promo while sucking on lollipops, you invited them to a motel room, Triple H had his long blond flowing locks hanging down, not tied back in a ponytail, and Shawn had his long brown hair hanging down, not in a ponytail or in little braids.

You wanted this threesome tonight to be perfect, and Shawn and Trips look so much better when their hair hangs completely down, not tied back in a ponytail or braids.

You told them how when they had those suckers in their mouths on "Monday Night Raw" made you think of something.

Something that would be their catchphrase and gesture they'll always be remembered for.

And since they're known for that oral sex laced catchphrase and gesture, as you crouched down on the floor, your hands unbuttoned and unzipped their jeans as well as unbuckled their belts, pulling their pants and boxers all the way down to their ankles.

(I know Triple H wore tights in that promo where he sucks a lollipop, but remember, I typed "shortly after").

Your eyes grew wide seeing their cocks in front of you, you could nearly salivate.

You leaned your head into Triple H's genitals, your fingers wrapping around the bottom of his shaft, and let his penis enter inside your mouth.

You didn't suck on his entire penis, just above where your fingers were wrapped around.

You started sucking on his cock, his penis getting more and more erect as you sucked it, blood transferring to his shaft and making it grow.

You sucked his cock like you were sucking on a Blow Pop, your mouth going up and down his shaft, and sometimes, since lollipops and suckers can also be something you put on the side of your mouth, your tongue lifted from the bottom of your mouth and tried shoving his penis to the side of your mouth, not putting his penis on top of your tongue, where you sucked his cock like that.

His penis head was slightly sticking out and protruding your cheek like you had a literal lollipop in your mouth.

While you sucked on him, you moaned while sucking his dick, moaning like it tastes so good.

Your moans heated his cock up as well as buzzed around his shaft.

You moving Triple H's penis to the side of your mouth was a little strange, but you're playing with his dick like a lollipop, which is something some people suck on the side of their mouth.

Precum started leaking out of his penishead's slit, and you tried swallowing his precum despite having a penis inside your mouth.

Lollipops and suckers are also something people lick on, so you eventually moved his penis to the middle of your mouth, on top of your tongue, and your tongue began to caress, stroke and elevate up his cock.

Your tongue pressed on his erection, feeling how hard it is as well as tasting his precum that trickled down it.

Your tongue sometimes swiveled and curled around his penis, zigzagging around his shaft and cock.

The tip of your tongue swirled around his penis head as well as roamed all over it.

Shawn, meanwhile, has been looking at you sucking on Triple H's cock, and Shawn's penis is getting harder and harder watching you suck Triple H's dick.

Blood is rushing and swelling Shawn's penis up, making it grow harder and longer.

Shawn grinned while his tongue licked across his top lip, watching you suck on Triple H's cock.

Triple H, on the other hand, was staring at you sucking his dick, he grinned and smiled at you.

Your eyes looked up at Triple H, and he's getting a kick at the look you're giving him while you're sucking him off.

"Such a naughty girl" Triple H murmured while he grinned at you. "My dirty, cock sucking slut"

The tip of your tongue shifted up to the top of Triple H's penis, only to swerve down to the bottom.

Since Triple H is in a duo-turned-faction that will always be remembered for their obscene gesture and catchphrase...

Trips raised his hands and made them form an "x" shape at his wrists, where he gently slammed those hands a few inches above his genitals.

"Suck it!" he shouted thrusting his crotch out and slamming his hands carefully a few inches above his genitals and his hands were still in that "x" shape.

Yes, even DX's crotch chop where they form an "x" shape with their hands existed at the end of 1997, just look at Shawn doing that gesture on "Monday Night Raw" in November of '97.

Shawn laughed and chuckled hearing Triple H exclaim that, and even Triple H couldn't help but laugh a bit after shouting that.

Triple H's hands separated and motioned a "v" shape at his cum gutters.

"Suck it!" he repeated while thrusting his crotch into your face and his hands motioning a chopping motion at his cum gutters.

You listened to him while he shouted that vulgar catchphrase twice, sucking on his penis and sucking the precum out of his slit.

There's different ways to lick and suck a lollipop, and since some people suck lollipops like they're sucking cocks, when you had elevated up to the top of Triple H's dick, where his penishead is, you stayed there, having his penishead in between your lips and mouth, but you still proceeded sucking it.

Triple H and Shawn could see Trips' penis head in between your lips and mouth.

You're gulping down any clear precum that's oozing out of Triple H's penis head.

Sometimes, you're dragging Triple H's penis down your tongue, like you're sucking a lollipop and getting the coloring on your tongue.

Though, you're supposed to be sucking it, not licking it.

More of Triple H's shaft was being exposed while his cock slid out of your mouth and lips.

Shawn's eager for a blowjob as well, and so his hands moved above his crotch and formed an "x" shape.

"Suck it!" Shawn exclaimed while slamming his hands a few inches above his crotch, thrusting his crotch out and cackling a bit after he shouted that.

Your eyes turned to Shawn, whose hands were now making an "x" shape and bouncing up and down.

You giggled hearing Shawn shout that, and Shawn's gotta have a turn in cock sucking as well.

You wrapped your fingers around Shawn's hard erection, specifically the bottom of his shaft, and pulled his penis towards your mouth, where you shifted your mouth to Shawn's dick this time, letting his cock inside your mouth and your lips wrapped around it.

You started sucking on his cock, much to the slight dismay of Triple H but to the pleasure of Shawn.

Again, like Triple H, your mouth sucked above where your fingers were wrapped.

Shawn was smiling and looking at you sucking him off, your eyes looking up at Shawn while he grinned naughtily.

Shawn's hands then separated from one another and made a chopping motion at where his cum gutters are, his hands making a "v" shape this time.

"Suck it!" he exclaimed once more, thrusting his crotch out when he shouted that.

Triple H turned his head and looked at Shawn crotch chopping, Trips giggled and laughed a bit.

You were trying to keep a straight face and not burst into laughter.

And indeed, you did suck it, and like Triple H, you shifted Shawn's penishead to the side of your mouth, where his penishead was slightly protruding through your cheek, sucking it like it was a literal lollipop in your mouth.

Other times, you licked up Shawn's shaft as well as his penis head, licking up the precum trickling out of his slit and down his shaft and swallowing that clear precum, as well as sucking mostly on the tip of his penis, where his penishead was visible in between your lips and mouth.

You moaned while sucking on Shawn's cock, tasting how good it is.

You'd love to have both of their cocks in your mouth, maybe you can even try to do that.

Though, it's not a good thing to have 2 "lollipops" in your mouth, you'll rot your teeth.

"My little cocksucking slut" Shawn muttered and murmured while he looked at you grinning. "Our cock sucking slut"

"Yeah" Triple H replied, nodding his head.

Good thing Shawn mentioned Triple H as well.

Like Triple H, you made sure to drag Shawn's cock down your tongue.

You haven't really been "sucking it" much, even Triple H and Shawn have noticed that, so Shawn turned his head to Triple H and his hand swatted Trips' arm, which made HHH look at Shawn.

"Hey Paul" Shawn said to Trips. "Why don't we shout 'suck it' and crotch chop together, in unison?"

When Shawn shouted "suck it", his hands made an "x" shape at the wrists.

"Yeah!" Triple H replied while nodding his head and smiling, liking this idea.

Shawn and Triple H's heads turned to you, looking at you, where their hands made "x" shapes above their genitals.

"Suck it!" they shouted in unison, thrusting their crotches forward with their hands in that "x" shape, smiling and laughing after they shouted that.

You listened to Shawn, sucking onto his penis, but what about Triple H?

The sides of your mouth widened to make way for Triple H's cock, where you tried to pull his penis into your mouth.

One of your hands directed Shawn's cock to the side of your mouth, whereas the other hand tried inserting Triple H's penis to the side of your mouth.

Now you have 2 dicks in your mouth.

The sides of your mouth hurt, but you can try to manage it.

You tried sucking on both cocks in your mouth, swallowing any precum that leaks out of their slits.

Triple H and Shawn were a little shocked, their eyes growing wide, but hey, since Triple H is shouting "suck it" as well as Shawn, ordering you to suck both of their cocks, that's what happens.

You hope neighbors next door won't hear Shawn and Triple H shouting vulgar orders at you, unless some of them might think somebody's watching "Monday Night Raw" next door.

Shawn and Triple H's hands separated from making an "x" shape, this time, their hands made chopping motions at their cum gutters and formed a "v" shape.

"Suck it!" they shouted in unison again while their hands made a chopping motion together at their crotches.

It's a little difficult for you to suck on 2 cocks in your mouth, but dammit, you'd love it if they both jizzed inside your mouth and you swallowed all of their salty cum.

You still tried to suck on both of their dicks inside of your mouth, maybe they might both even cum in your mouth.

And speak of the devil, since you've been sucking on Shawn Michaels' cock for quite some time, he did finally jizz inside of your mouth, he groaned as he came and shut his eyes tight.

His seed began spurting out of his penis head's slit, some of his cum was even trickling down your throat.

Your hand shifted Triple H's cock to your tongue and tried exiting his penis out of your mouth.

Sorry Triple H, but you'll have to wait a while...

While having Shawn's cock in your mouth, you began to suck on his penis, wrapping and circulating your lips around his shaft with his dick on the side of your mouth.

Your hands then moved his penis to on top of your tongue, where you proceeded to still suck his cock.

You didn't just suck his cock, but lick up his shaft, licking up any jizz that trickled down his shaft.

Your tongue caressed and stroked his penis, making love to his dick.

His cum had seeped into your tongue and sometimes down your throat.

Some people, when they suck on lollipops, in particular Dum Dum Pops, don't even make the lollipop go up and down their mouth, they just let the sucker stay in their mouths, yet still suck it.

So that's what you did.

You didn't let his shaft slide up and down in your mouth, just gently sucking it.

Triple H's cock was getting hard watching you suck on Shawn's dick, but you want Triple H to cum in your mouth.

When you didn't taste any cum on Shawn's dick anymore, you pulled his penis out of your mouth and let Triple H's cock in your mouth.

You started sucking his cock like a lollipop, sometimes your tongue even licking on his shaft as well as his penishead, your eyes looking up at Triple H.

Your tongue caressed horizontally and vertically up and around his shaft and his penis head, licking up any precum that ran down it.

Again, since some people suck on lollipops on the sides of their mouth, you swerved his penis to the side of your mouth, still sucking his dick.

He probably isn't gonna cum with you sucking his cock like that, but you'll have to wait and see if he really does jizz.

It actually is taking a while for him to cum, so you moved his penis to the middle of your mouth, on top of your tongue, where your tongue began to gently stroke and caress his shaft, licking it like a Popsicle and ice cream cone.

You're surprised that Triple H isn't crotch chopping and shouting "suck it!" at you, the same goes for Shawn when you cleaned his cock off with your mouth and tongue.

You were trying to not just suck on his cock, but lick his shaft as well.

Triple H felt like he was gonna cum any minute now.

He shut his eyes and bit his bottom lip, where he moaned and groaned as he jizzed in your mouth, his slit releasing his cum out.

You made him cum at the right place on top of your tongue.

His jizz was running almost down your throat, and you kept swallowing his cum that gushed out of his slit.

You also licked up his shaft, licking and cleaning up any cum that ran down his penis with your tongue, where his jizz dissolved into your tongue.