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mysteriouslypleasantdreamland · 1 year

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I saw someone questioning what would happen if caffeine was injected directly into the veins. A story started to form in my mind and after doing some research and with Halloween not too far this came together. Hope you all like it!

The Caffeine Experiment

Melinda sat nervously in the chair, toying with her black curly hair. She hated doing medical things when they had to be done out of necessity as it was, doing it on her free time on a weekend wasn’t any better. If anything it was worse. But she needed the money, sure she made a decent living as a cosmetologist, but they were just getting by, it wasn’t enough to cover mom’s medical bills. This add she came across said they were looking for someone in their 20-30s, over all in good health, and had no issues with caffeine consumption. With the money they offered, she could pay all of mom’s hospital bills and more. Plus this was a legitimate legal way of getting extra money, hard to argue with that.

“Melinda Curtis,” a brunette women in a well dressed suit called from behind the door. Melinda got up and hurried into the office. The women handed Melinda a clipboard and a pen. “Before we can go further I need you to read and sign this. It says you know you’re parts of a Phase One drug trial and that there are risks. The ones listed on here are ones we know about so far. It’s up to you to follow up with your primary care physician and tell them you participated in this study…”the secretary ran on and on about the legal implications of taking part and everything.

“When do I get paid,” Melinda asked. “First the doctor does a basic health assessment. If all goes well, you’ll go through with the test. Once the test is over you can expect a payment sent within three to five business days.” Melinda shifted nervously, this seemed almost too good to be true. “If you don’t meet our requirements, we’ll compensate you for your time and keep you in our file for other studies.” Melinda could sense impatience from the woman, so she grabbed the clipboard and signed in all the necessary places.

Next, Melinda was lead into another room. Half of it was an office, with a nice looking desk and chair with a desktop computer. The other half had an exam table and a tray holding various other medical instruments. Two men were standing in the room wearing nice clothes under white coats. The first one had black hair with flecks of grey and some wrinkles to his face and dark colored eyes. The other man was younger, almost looked something like a model or a potential bodybuilder, with red hair and green eyes. “Thank you Juliette, you may go for the evening,” the older man said. The woman left and soon it was Melinda and the two gentlemen in the room. “Hello. I am Dr. Blackwell,” the older gentleman said. He then gestured towards the younger man.“And this is Dr. Masen. He will be assisting me today.” Dr Masen gave a pleasant smile. “Hello.” “Now if you can just take off your coat and hop up onto the exam table. I want to get started right away.” “No health question?” “I’ll ask as I go along. Dr. Masen will write everything down.” Dr. Masen had a clipboard and pen in hand. With out a second thought Melinda did as she was told.

First it was the usual. Height, weight, any known health problems, family history. The first few minutes were the sound of her talking and the pen writing on paper. Next the doctor took her temperature and pulse at the same time. “Temperature normal, pulse a little fast, but regular. Nervous are we?” Melinda bit down on her lip, feeling a blush creeping across her face. “Don’t fret my dear, you’re doing very well. You’re a very healthy young lady.” Dr. Blackwell started wrapping a blood pressure cuff around her arm. It’s was a quick squeeze and then released. “Blood pressure within normal range.” The next thing he did was take the stethoscope from around his neck and place the ear pieces before placing the disc to her chest. “Breathe in and out dear.” Melinda did as she was told. He asked her to do the same thing a couple more times as he moves the disc around her back and chest before having it rest at her heart, breathing normally again. He took what seemed like an unusually long time listing. He also moves the disc around, going under her v neck shirt with a look of desire in his eye. Melinda felt her heart start racing the more he was listening. “Is there anything else you needed to know, doctor.” “Yes, how much caffeine do you consume on average?” “About two to three cups a coffee a day.” “Exercise regularly?” “I ride my bike every. It helps save on gas.” “Well everything looks good, you’re just what we’re looking for.” Melinda wanted to jump up and down. She got through the worst part hopefully and now it was easy money. “Thank you so much. So, what happens next, as far as the drug trial I mean.” “Oh you don’t have to do anything my dear, you’re just going to take a nice little nap.” Before Melinda could comprehend anything, she felt a sharp pain in her neck and before she could scream and intense heat spread through out her body. As she collapsed to the floor, she saw Dr. Manson standing over her with a syringe in his hand and a smirk on his face. Soon everything started to go dark and the two voices we’re getting farther and farther away.

The first thing Melinda was aware of when she woke up was that it was cold. She went to try and wrap her arms around herself but she couldn’t. She slowly opened her eyes and saw she was in a dimly lit room. “Oh your finally awake.” She turn over and saw the two doctors from before. They were now wearing black scrubs under white coats and they were standing next to various metal trays. Soon a blinding light came on over head. After blinking a couple times Melinda saw why she couldn’t move, she was strapped down to a table with her arms stretched to the sides. She looked down at herself and saw she was naked except for the pair of panties she was wearing. She tried to move with little effort, she tried to scream but nothing came out. “Don’t waste your breath,” Dr. Blackwell said. “I’ve injected you with something that will keep you silent for the next couple hours at least, and if you do scream no one will hear you, this room is completely sound proof.” The doctors adjusted the trays and various equipment as Melinda continued to squirm and try to break free of the restraints. “Oh calm down dear. Were not going to hurt you. You need to relax or you’ll only make things worse.” Dr. Blackwell put a hand to her cheek which caused more panic to set it. “I guess I should explain. You see, this drug trial you signed up for is not just a caffeine medication. I want to be the first doctor to find a safe way to get caffeine directly into the bloodstream, with little to no side effects.” Soon she felt something clamp onto her index finger. She looked over and saw a machine that gave off numbers. Dr. Masen came over and started placing leads all over her chest and couple other parts of her body and hooking them up to a machine. “I’ll be recording the sounds your lovely heart is making during this experiment. For several uses.” Dr. Masen started wrapping and automated blood pressure cuff around her arm. What uses? Why didn’t they tell her any of this in the first place? Where they going to kill her when they were done.“Don’t fuss my dear. The sooner we start, the sooner we can finish, and the sooner you leave and be paid. Melinda tried desperately to ask questions but with no success. Soon she saw Dr. Blackwell turn on a camera.

“This is Dr.Blackwell . This is the first use of our new caffeine drug on a human subject. One full shot of this drug is equivalent to four cups of coffee. With me is Dr. Masen, top cardiologist and a specialist in biochemistry.” “Thank you Dr. Blackwell. So far the other tests we’ve done have looked promising. As you’ve said we’re now ready to move on to use in a human subject. Here we have a female, late 20s, average height and weight. Overall good health, generally consumes a fair amount of caffeine.” Melinda got more and more scared. She saw him go to pick something up. She closed her eyes not wanting to see what was going to happen to her. The next thing she felt was an ice cold feeling on her left breast and heard a fast thudding through out the room.

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It took a moment for Melinda to realize that sound was that of her own heart beating. The sound matched the pounding she was feeling in her chest. She opened her eyes and saw a microphone with a stethoscope piece attached had been tapped over her left breast, bouncing up and down with each beat. The blood pressure cuff tightened for a moment and then released. “Heart rate and blood pressure elevated.” Dr. Masen started writing down on a clip board. Dr. Blackwell came up and typed a rubber band around her left arm, then started tapping the inside of it.Next he open up a sanitizer wipe. Melinda was terrified of needles. Just the smell of the rubbing alcohol made her heart go even faster. “Don’t like needles do we,” Dr. Blackwell asked before he chuckled. “Don’t fret my dear. It’ll only hurt a moment.” Before she could blink he inserted the needle, shock went through her body and tried desperately to scream only to open her mouth and have nothing come out. The sound her heart was making was almost unexplainable. The way it echoed in the room one might think it was trying to escape from her chest. “There, there.” Dr. Masen came along side her and started stroking her hair. “We’re not going to let anything happen to you. We’ll give you oxygen if needed and if worst case scenario your heart stops or goes out of rhythm we have a defibrillator to shock it back.” Melinda felt horror through out her body. Maybe she should’ve read the fine print before she signed that contract. Then again they probably weren’t counting on that and that’s how she ended up in this mess. Soon an IV was set up and a saline solution was going through. “Starting with 10cc of caffeine supplement.” Dr. Blackwell stated. There was a stinking sensation as the caffeine went into Melinda’s IV. For a second, she didn’t feel anything. Then she felt her chest get tighter, and her heart started to beat faster if that were even possible.

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Soon she started panting. It almost felt as if she run a full marathon without stopping. “Vitals above normal range. No signs of serious or dangerous effects.” Dr. Blackwell stated as Dr. Masen wrote on a clipboard. After a minute or two, the feeling went away and Melinda relaxed. “Injecting 20 ccs of caffeine supplement.” Soon everything started all over again, only a little more intense ear and lasted a little bit longer. After what felt like a sprint up hill, Melinda felt her body relax a little. “Vitals still elevated but still in good range. This is where it gets dangerous because now the higher we go, the more we increase the chance of sending the test subjects heart into an irregular rhythm or stopping it altogether.”

To be continued…

#cardiophilia #cardiophile story #caffeine #medical whump #medical experimentation #I suck at math btw

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pippin-katz · 8 months

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Like A Love Song

Pairing: M/M | Crossover Ship - Marco Peña/Johnnie Blackwell Media: The Kissing Booth 2 (2020), High Strung (2016) Rating: T (for language) Word Count: 2,098

Marco is having a shitty day and goes to the park with his guitar to relax, but ends up having an interesting interaction with the attractive violinist who plays at the same spot.

A/N: I literally wrote this in a fit of inspiration and need for a romcom short story, but it came out pretty nice, so I thought I'd share here! Enjoy!

As the subway slowed to a stop, Marco lifted his wrist up to read his watch. He read 1:26 and heaved out a heavy sigh as he stepped off the subway car onto the platform. His guitar bounced against his back as he made his way up the stairs. The breeze greeted him by playing with the dark curls resting on his forehead, but the sun was nowhere to be found. It seems that it was aware of Marco’s melancholy mood and opted to spend the day behind the clouds in solidarity.

His day had been unpleasant since he woke up twenty minutes late that morning. In his haste to catch the bus to campus and make it to class on time, he hadn’t been able to brew himself a cup of coffee and forgot to put his laptop back into his bag after studying the night before. He ended up being forced to take notes by hand, leaving it cramping and sore afterwards, as well as giving him a wicked headache. Such pain had been a hindrance to practicing for his thesis performance in the following class.

Music and migraines don’t mix well. After only an hour, his professor had noticed his lack of progress and given him a pitying look. Marco couldn’t remember the last time he felt so embarrassed as they suggested he take the rest of the day off.

He had taken the advice, intending to purchase lunch from his favorite food court restaurant, only to discover that it was closed for some reason. He’d settled for a lackluster protein bar from the vending machine.

That’s what led up to where he was now, begrudgingly exiting the subway station. As silly as it was, all the obstacles and inconveniences caused a lump to form in his throat and heat to prickle behind his eyes. Marco was disappointed, exhausted, and hungry, and all he wanted to do was relax, even if it was only for a few hours.

Despite the lack of sun, it was pleasant outside. The subway station he’d gotten off at was next to a park that he often visited when he needed fresh air. Sometimes he brought his guitar with him and played whatever he wanted, not caring about anything, and letting the music take him wherever it led. If he was lucky, occasionally someone would drop some change or bills into his open guitar case. He didn’t play for tips but being a college student with a major in music, he never turned them down. Overall, it was an enjoyable experience.

There was only one problem: Hot Leather Jacket Violin Guy.

He was exactly what he sounded like. He was tall and pale, with dark hair that swooped down to fall just barely over his eyes. His lips were full and looked absurdly soft. He always wore casual alternative clothing that was typically topped off with the leather jacket his nickname implied. The final piece was, of course, the aforementioned violin. It was a dark brown that looked nearly black, and though Marco was certainly no violin expert, he could tell it was one of high quality; it was definitely not bought from an everyday music store. He was good, really good. The sound that came from it was richer than any other he’d heard. Every note seemed to sing with emotion.

Hot Leather Jacket Violin Guy was stunning, incredibly skilled, and Marco fucking hated him. Well… sort of.

There was no logical reason for it. Despite making eye contact a few times, they’d never spoken to each other. It wasn’t as though Violin Guy had done anything to warrant his hatred. All he did was stand in the same spot every day, look unfairly beautiful, and play the violin. Maybe that was all he needed to do for Marco to dislike him; maybe if he stopped and thought about it for a few minutes, he’d be able to chalk it up to projecting his own insecurities onto the handsome stranger.

However, on this particularly shitty day, he couldn’t care less. Marco was not someone who asked for much. He didn’t find himself asking some divine power for favors regularly, but today all he wanted was for Hot Leather Jacket Violin Guy to not be at the park.

Luck was not on his side, as should have been evident to him from the events of the day leading up into this moment. Marco trudged along the sidewalk to his favorite spot in the park; it was a coincidence that it was the same place Hot Leather Jacket Violin Guy played. There was a small fountain with tables around it. The concrete turned into pretty tiles, making it look like a little plaza. It was by far the best part of the park in his opinion, and he wasn’t going to let some brooding violinist with a pretty face ruin that for him.

That was his thought process as he approached the fountain. The soft sound of running water was accompanied by the telltale notes of the violin, allowing him to hear the other man’s presence before he could see him. Marco rounded the fountain and was greeted with the visual of the violinist; he pointedly refused to acknowledge if his heart sped up.

As usual, Violin Guy was wearing some ripped black jeans, a band t-shirt, and his signature leather jacket. His eyes were closed as he let his bow glide across the strings, and there was a barely noticeable sway in his body as he played.

Marco recognized another musician with true passion for their craft easily, which only made him more annoyed. It was harder to justify his distaste for the guy when he shared a musical soul. He sighed as he shook his head and wandered over to sit under a tree.

Marco’s hands were still a bit sore from class that morning, but it wasn’t unbearable, and he wasn’t planning to play anything difficult. He methodically removed his guitar from his back and set the case down in front of himself. He moved slowly as he unzipped it, retrieving the instrument.

The guitar’s wood was familiar and smooth under his fingertips. Its cool surface was soothing. He plucked a few notes experimentally, adjusting the tightness of the strings to find the perfect pitches. Once everything was properly tuned and prepared, Marco closed his eyes and exhaled.

Stress and anxiety had been clinging to him all day like a soaking wet blanket, weighing him down and sticking to him uncomfortably, but when he focused on the cool breeze on his skin and the sounds of nature around him, it slowly melted away. His fingers moved on their own as he strummed and plucked whatever notes called to him. He let his melancholy mood move his music rather than forced himself to play something more upbeat; fighting negative emotion was a waste of time. The improvised melody reflected his mental state perfectly.

Marco sighed as he paused at the end of a phrase, feeling as blue as the cloudy sky overhead. It really had not been a good day.

That’s when he heard the melody echoing back to him through the voice of the violin a few feet away. Marco looked up from his seat on the grass, eyes landing on the Violin Guy, who was standing a little closer than he had been before.

Instinctively, Marco scowled. What? Did this guy think he was better than him? Was he playing the same tune just to demonstrate how much lovelier it sounded when he played it?

As Violin Guy played, he glanced his way, making deliberate eye contact. Marco felt himself freeze under his gaze, unable to look away as he listened to solemn notes come from the other man’s instrument. He captured the same sadness that Marco had originally played with, but then he added to the tune. When he listened very closely, he could hear an almost questioning tone underlying some of the notes.

The man met his gaze again as he paused, his expression neutral but eyes expectant. Tingles ran up and down his spine; it was a question. Marco looked down at the guitar in his hands. He debated for a moment. For some reason, Violin Guy had noticed his negative mood and chose to approach him, speaking a musical language that only they understood. Marco didn’t know why he was doing this, but he would be lying if he wasn’t curious about the man. This was his opportunity. He poised his fingers to answer.

He licked his lips as he concentrated, plucking out a slightly different melody. His disappointment and exhaustion bled into the music. Marco closed his eyes, furrowing his eyebrows as he felt it all flow through the guitar. When he finished the phrase, he turned his head toward the violinist.

Violin Guy gave him a tiny nod, so small that Marco wasn’t sure if it was a nod at all. Then he raised his bow to the strings once more and spoke back. A series of notes floated through the air. They were soft, maintaining a somewhat melancholy feeling, but there was a twist in them. It was something hopeful and kind that made Marco’s chest expand and his eyes grow hot. Against all odds, his lips quirked up just a little bit as he listened to the sweet sound of the violin.

He met the man’s eyes again, his own widening as he received a small smile in return; he didn’t think he had ever seen Violin Guy smile before. He nodded down to the guitar as he continued to play, the tune becoming more hopeful as he continued. It was an invitation.

Marco felt his throat close up as his cheeks warmed, but despite the nerves, he began to play along. He was hesitant at first, but the two instruments blended beautifully as they performed their impromptu duet. There was so much feeling and personality in each sound, but somehow, they came together in just the right ways to create a masterful melody. Marco’s lips grew into a true smile as the frustrations of the day left his mind. His playing grew livelier, brighter, and by the time they finished their little song, he couldn’t even remember why he was so upset to begin with.

He beamed at the violinist as he lowered his guitar back into his lap, and the other man looked down bashfully, nervously tapping his thigh with his bow. Then he straightened his posture and stuck his chin out a bit. He made eye contact with Marco and walked directly up to him without pausing.

Marco’s eyes widened as he was offered a hand. Uncertainly, he tried to meet him in a handshake, but the violinist grabbed his wrist instead, making him gasp. He tucked his violin under his arm and fished into the pocket of his leather jacket. Marco found himself unable to speak as he pulled out a pen. He opened it with his teeth and quickly scribbled onto his skin.

When he finished, he released Marco’s hand and cleared his throat. His pale cheeks had grown quite red. He opened his mouth to say something but changed his mind. He closed it, and instead nodded to him before turning to walk away, pretending as though he was unbothered when the opposite was obvious. Marco blinked rapidly, frozen for a moment. His skin still tingled from the other man’s touch. He looked down at the writing, his heart leaping as he recognized a phone number.

There was also a note underneath the digits. His cheeks flushed with heat as he grinned shyly to himself. The man had written: “I hear music when you smile. – Johnnie”

Marco looked up to see the violinist, Johnnie, with his violin packed away and posed to leave. He rubbed the back of his neck, figure tense as he kept glancing between him and the ground. Marco flashed him his most dazzling smile, and the tension in his shoulders disappeared as relief washed over his expression. He raised his hand to give him a small wave as he began to walk away. Marco returned it enthusiastically and watched with his grin still in place as he left.

Once Johnnie was gone, he ghosted his fingertips over the ink on his wrist. He pulled out his phone and created a new contact with the number. Marco inputted his name but tapped to add a note. He couldn’t help but laugh to himself as he typed: Hot Leather Jacket Violin Guy <3

#fanfic #crossover ship #marco peña x johnnie blackwell #the kissing booth 2 #marco peña #taylor zakhar perez #high strung #johnnie blackwell #nicholas galitzine

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tobytheeggo · 3 months

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Interests post since idk how to do a proper introduction and idk what else to do with myself

Anything highlighted in gold is something I REALLY like and/or know a lot about, green is stuff I know little about but like the concept

All is under the cut‼️

Movies & Shows

John wick franchise

Madoka Magica (I know the main lore, not all the games or prologue/sequel mangas, etc.)

The Killers Game

American Psycho

Back to the future

Fight Club

Boy kills world

Bullet Train

The Matrix

Bill and Ted

Lucifer (Netflix/FOX)

Ghosts (CBS)

Bojack Horseman

The Umbrella Academy

A select few of Riccardo Scamarcio / Marko Zaror movies (ask)

Smiling friends

Comics/indie media

Scott Pilgrim

Eddsworld

Lackadaisy

Games (majority of these are green just because I’m only playing it, I’m never that invested 😭)

Guilty Gear: Strive (I just play the game idk much lore)

Team Fortress 2

Pokémon

Night in the Woods

Five nights at Freddy’s

YouTubers

Rogurt

Quenlin Blackwell

Coryxkenshin (where are you king 😞)

Chad Chad

Film Cooper

Sinjin drowning

Courtreezy

Rebal D

Musicals

Be More Chill

Some like it Hot

Newsies

Little shop of horrors

Hadestown

The Great Gatsby

BTTF: the musical ofc

Charlie and the chocolate factory (Broadway)

Hatchetfield trilogy

Anything else StarKid (selective)

Literally just ask I know too many

#I’m not tagging all of these #interests #interests post

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droughtofapathy · 3 months

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"Welcome to the Theatre": Diary of a Broadway Baby

Follies in Concert

FOLLIES FOLLIES FOLLIES. THE HIGHLIGHT OF MY YEAR. THE HIGHLIGHT OF MY LIFE(?)

Last night, Carnegie Hall was New York's hottest gay club as every one of us turned up to weep over Sondheim's breathtaking score, played by a divine 30-piece orchestra. Fifty Broadway actors shared the roles and songs of this wonderful show, culminating in a lineup straight out of our wildest dreams.

Though we were robbed of a Donna Murphy triumph with "Could I Leave You?" due to filming schedule changes, we received the impromptu comedy show of the year as Beth Leavel grappled with a broken mic stand and brought the house down anyway.

Kate Baldwin as another eleventh-hour addition proved to be the best moment of the night. Her "Losing My Mind" will go down in history as one of the most divine we will ever hear. Not since Marin Mazzie has a theatre been so rapt, so silent, so in awe. She's always struck me as a Phyllis, but now proves she has the range.

Jennifer Holliday does what she wants, and what she wants was a smooth and seductive "I'm Still Here" full of gravitas even as she meandered far from the written notes and rhythms. She turned a five-minute showstopper into a nine-minute showstopper complete with a standing ovation to open up act two.

Karen Ziemba led six of our finest dancing Broads over sixty (or even seventy)(Mamie Duncan-Gibbs, Ruth Gottschall, JoaAnn M. Hunter, Dana Moore, Michele Pawk, and Margo Sappington) in a "Who's That Woman" original choreography to a standing ovation.

So many thrilling performances, one after the other. I am deeply in love with Barbara Walsh now, and it's honestly a crime she and Carolee Carmello were so underutilized by only having "Waiting for the Girls Upstairs" (Phyllis and Sally don't get much singing in that number, and it's a tragedy). I need to seriously contemplate the Barbara-Phyllis/Carolee-Sally dynamic immediately.

I am now dead. I have ascended. I will never come back to earth again. But the final tributes broke me. The reveal that Sondheim said in a private zoom reunion that Follies was his very favorite original score. The late Harvey Evans' epitaph. Original cast member Kurt Peterson ending the concert with "hey up there, way up there, what'd'ya say up there..." All of it underscored by Sondheim's brilliant work. I am in tears all over again.

Verdict: My Soul Transcended Space and Time

A Note on Ratings

Full set list below cut:

Opening Weissmann Monologue: Hal Linden Beautiful Girls: Christian Mark Gibbs Don't Look at Me: Katie Finneran and Marc Kudisch Waiting for the Girls Upstairs: Thom Sesma, Stephen Bogardus, Barbara Walsh, Carolee Carmello, Grey Henson, Ryan McCartan, Julie Benko, Hannah Elless Rain on the Roof: Klea Blackhurst and Jim Caruso Ah, Paris: Isabel Keating Broadway Baby: Adriane Lenox The Road You Didn't Take: Alexander Gemignani In Buddy's Eyes: Christine Ebersole Who's that Woman?: Karen Ziemba with Mamie Duncan-Gibbs, Ruth Gottschall, JoaAnn M. Hunter, Dana Moore, Michele Pawk, and Margo Sappington I'm Still Here: Jennifer Holliday Too Many Mornings: Norm Lewis and Nikki Renee Daniels The Right Girls: Michael Berresse One More Kiss: Harolyn Blackwell and Mikaela Bennett Could I Leave You?: Beth Leavel Loveland: Chorus You're Gonna Love Tomorrow/Love Will See Us Through: Fernell Hogan, Olivia Elease Hardy, Nina White, Miguel Gil Buddy's Blues: Santino Fontana with Lauren Blackman and Sarah King Losing My Mind: Kate Baldwin The Story of Lucy and Jessie: Alexandra Billings Live, Laugh, Love: Kurt Peterson (ft. John McMartin's original cane)

#follies #sondheim #transport group theatre #carnegie hall #welcome to the theatre: diary of a broadway baby

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ao3feed-twiyor · 2 months

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Operation: Lost Cupid

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/7fH6ljD by LemonLeafTea After hearing Martha's tragic love story, Becky takes it upon herself to rekindle the love between her and Mr. Henderson. However, for such a task she needs a partner in crime. In comes Anya who agrees to help in exchange for help in getting two of her targets together. After all, if her parents get together for real, then there's no need for them to get rid of her, right? Chaos ensues as the operation task force slowly starts expanding. Words: 2350, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: SPY x FAMILY (Manga), SPY x FAMILY (Anime) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M Characters: Anya Forger, Loid Forger | Twilight, Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess, Becky Blackbell, Henry Henderson, Martha Marriott, Damian Desmond, Emile Elman, Ewen Egeburg, Bill Watkins, Franky Franklin, Yuri Briar, Fiona Frost | Nightfall, Bond (SPY x FAMILY), Sigmund Authen, Barbara Authen Relationships: Loid Forger | Twilight/Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess, Henry Henderson/Martha Marriott Additional Tags: Scheming, Anya Forger Ships Loid Forger | Twilight/Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess, Wingman Becky Blackwell, Psychic Abilities, Damian Desmond Has a Crush on Anya Forger, Loid Forger | Twilight is Bad at Feelings, Insecure Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess, Denial of Feelings, Feelings Realization, Anya and Becky are Menaces, SPY x FAMILY Manga Spoilers, Operation Strix (SPY x FAMILY), Chaotic Good, Getting Together, Misunderstandings, Healthy Relationships read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/7fH6ljD

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #twiyor #spy x family #sxf #loid forger #yor forger

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smizzy · 1 year

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do it for u

been YEARSSSS since bts dropped and I don't see more fics than my grandma age n she pushin 90.....

Throwing parties weren't for the weak

but look where u are now

you only thought it was right since the loyl's birthday was in 2 days

Blackwell never knew how you could even spend bills like that when you weren't anywhere close to Victoria and Nathan's social class

you still came thru nonetheless after being accused of embezzlement which is most likely true

anything for Ms. Amber even if you end up in a orange jumpsuit and cuffs

she could read you like a book but she couldn't put her finger on what you were hiding

oh brother if u seen her face the night of her very own night

"HAPPY BIRTHDAYYYYY RACHELLLLL" darn near all the cities that collectively make Oregon could've heard that

made many people wish their significant other did it for them on their birthday which most likely ended up with a break up..

the REAL meaning of "stuntin on these hoes"

everyone KNOWS who the birthday girl is

someone shares the same birthday and is currently in the birthday bash?????

sorry baby but u gon need 2 gtfo

yes u in fact did get firewalk to get on that stage and sing til their fingers get bloody and can't reach high notes anymore

just to prove how far you'd go for her and Chloe igz

you'd just be sitting in a corner booth with Vic sharing a blunt no wonder why but Rachel still had your attention in the most heart wrenching way

"God you're literally lovesick it's making me actually sick"

we all know she thinks it's absolutely adorable and if the lighting was better she'd snap a pic

maybe she did maybe not....

you'll both find out tomorrow on her insta page :3

after Victoria left and everyone seemed to calm down with drinks in their hands and swaying around.

you seen Rach coming right to you with pure fucking love written all over her face

too bad you were alr meeting her halfway like a moment in a corny movie

"I heard you're the mastermind behind all of this?"

She looked at every aspect of your face and examined your facial features under the bright red light shining upon everyone

"Only for you Rachel Amber"

That might've been the last straw for her to fully decide she wanted to get the hell outta Arcadia bay with you right now

She knew you could possibly end up behind bars before she could even wake up n brush her teeth

"Let's leave....tonight"

#rachel amber x reader #rachel amber #lis rachel amber #before the storm #amberprice #max caulfield #victoria chase #nathan prescott #life is strange x reader #life is strange imagines #rachel amber imagine #chloe price #chloe price x reader

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haggishlyhagging · 1 year

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At a time when Abolitionist speakers were mobbed and murdered, Lucy Stone was engaged (in 1848) to lecture regularly for the Anti-Slavery Society, and soon found that she confronted many of the problems that the Grimkés had faced. She couldn't keep woman's rights out of her lectures, and the Anti-Slavery Society did not want woman's rights in. Having been told to refrain from mentioning women, Stone said: ‘I was a woman before I was an abolitionist. I must speak for the women. I will not lecture any more for the Anti-Slavery Society, but will work wholly for womars rights’ (ibid, p. 90). But, adds Blackwell, The Anti-Slavery Society was very unwilling to give her up, however, as she had been one of their best speakers, and it was finally arranged that she should lecture for them on Saturday nights and Sundays - times which were looked upon as too sacred for any hall or church to be opened for a woman's rights meeting - and during the rest of the week she should lecture on woman's rights on her own responsibility (ibid.).

It is sobering to read of the hardship and harassment Stone endured as she toured the country on her own lecturing against slavery and for woman's rights. She was thwarted and abused by many members of the clergy who obstructed her attempts to gain a hall in which to speak, she confronted mobs and jeering faces and was often greeted with a hail of spitballs. Missiles were hurled at her and, 'Once, in the winter, a pane of glass was taken out of the window behind her, the nozzle of a hose was put through, and she was suddenly deluged with cold water in the midst of her speech. She put on a shawl and went on with her lecture' (ibid., p. 80).

In the early 1850s when in England no respectable woman went about unaccompanied, and in America when no respectable woman spoke in public, Lucy Stone went, on her own, from state to state, under the most primitive of travelling conditions, and lectured on ‘The Social and Industrial Disabilities of Woman’, ‘Legal and Political Disabilities’ and ‘Moral and Religious Disabilities’. It was a hazardous and isolated life. ‘When I undertook my solitary battle for woman's rights, she said, outside the little circle of abolitionists I knew nobody who sympathized with my ideas. I had some hand bills printed, 12 x 10 inches. I bought a paper of tacks, and, as I could not pay for posting, I put up my bills myself, using a stone for a hammer. I did not take a fee at the door. But there was always the expense of hall and hotel. To cover this, at the close of my speech, I asked help for the great work, by a collection of expenses. Then I took a hat and went through the audience for the collection, for all were strangers to me’ (ibid., p. 91).

-Dale Spender, Women of Ideas and What Men Have Done to Them

#dale spender #lucy stone #womens rights #feminist history #womens history #anti slavery

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griffinxgallo · 2 months

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Location: Gala Status: Closed @billieblackwclls

"Bills." Griffin slurrrred as he stood at the bar. "My newest favorite Blackwell Daughter, not that you have much competition these days, Ella is a bitch." Griffin did trust Billie, enough that she was one of the few people granted permission to watch his child, unsupervised. Griffin always had a soft spot for Cali, the youngest Blackwell was their tag along a lot as children.

#billie #c; billie

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sapphicbookclub · 8 months

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Almost Perfect by Tagan Shepard

Olivia Duran has made being a TV fangirl her life. Creating fan art sure beats her job as a parking lot attendant, and immersing herself in fictional worlds where girl gets girl helps her cope with her less-than-happy reality. If anyone deserves a little escapism, it’s Olivia.

Queer entertainment influencer Riley St. James has a huge following and an even bigger secret that could tank her career. Somewhere along the way her love for TV turned into a job that pays the bills. She’s never told anyone she sometimes has to fake it.

When Riley and Olivia attend QueerCon, Olivia gifts her favorite actress one of her drawings and goes from unknown to overnight sensation, while devoted fans flock to Riley, who only has eyes for Olivia. Navigating the world of long-distance dating, career crisis, and family obligations, Olivia and Riley begin to Can their real-life love ever be as perfect as those they see on-screen?

Genres: contemporary, romance

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#sapphic books #lgbt books #wlw books #booklr #book recs #contemporary

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dalekofchaos · 5 months

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What was the point of Nathan and Samantha in BTS?

One of the things that still puzzles me in BTS is Nathan's inclusion and Samantha's character. In interviews for BTS, it is said we will see why Nathan becomes who he becomes in the first game. In BTS we meet Samantha, someone who has an active interest in Nathan. You can help Nathan or let Drew toss his perv photos in the fountain. You can tell Sam to encourage Nathan, leave him or let him go altogether. In the final chapter we can see Nathan and Samantha together, Sean victim blaming Sam in the hospital or a therapist talking to Sean and it ends with Nathan and Sam together, Sam giving up Nathan or Nathan alone. But none of this adds up to the Nathan we meet in LIS 1..

I don't know why Nathan is even in the game. Chloe stated that she met Nathan in a bar trying to rob him. Now she met him in Blackwell? Nathan. In Life is Strange Episode 1’s Cliff chapter, Max will ask Chloe about Nathan. Chloe will tell Max:“I met him in some shithole bar that didn’t card me. He was too rich for the place and too wasted. And he kept flashing bills…” in Before The Storm, Chloe knows Nathan from Blackwell. but the way she describes her predicament to Max sounds like she is describing her first impressions from the first time she ever met or had one-to-one dealings with him (i.e. no previous encounters before that).

The choices Deck 9 did with Nathan doesn’t explain anything about the character he would become in the first LIS. If Nathan had to be in the game, I don’t think Samantha should’ve been in the game. Nathan’s social circle is Rachel, Victoria and Hayden. There is no missing persons posters in Arcadia Bay aside from Rachel. Samantha being the first Dark Room victim does not hold up. And that’s the problem, we don’t get to see Nathan being friendly with Rachel, Victoria or Hayden. We see him being bullied by Drew North. Wouldn’t it make much more sense for Nathan and Victoria to be bullying Drew and Mikey and Chloe and Steph defending them and Nathan and Victoria trying to get Chloe expelled for that? Okay if what they were trying to do was a timid Nathan who slowly gets to become the king of Blackwell who was being mentally and emotionally abused by Sean and Jefferson, it did not work. We never see Nathan with his friends. We never see Nathan with Rachel aside from one picture. We do not get to see Nathan and Hayden. Nathan and Victoria are as close as brother and sister, we never get to see that and I think that’s where BTS failed Nathan.

#Life Is Strange #Life Is Strange Before The Storm #Nathan Prescott #Victoria Chase #Samantha Myers #Myerscott #Hayden Jones #Chasescott #Rachel Amber

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