#castmates

[gship87]

Shannen’s Co-Stars honor her memory 😢💔

[azamansource]

welcome back princess diana

(via swan__lhaoua__'s story on instagram)

[devi-ne-intervention]

fuck it. fav basegame spirit (non-seasonal) bc they deserve more love

pls do not answer elders btw i don’t mean em

[untimelyambition]

very fond of these little interactions between the cast at the very end of the show as the finale starts

[wheredidalltheusersgo]

Total Drama Future Au designs 6 and 7!

Noah and Owen are both 38 in this AU

After the Ridonculous Race, Noah was DONE with the drama, so he and Owen agreed to marry and settle down.

Noah became a librarian, Owen became a Sports Announcer.

On April 1st, 2013, Ripper was born. He was a trouble child, and he got on their nerves sometimes, but they loved him regardless.

Noah and Owen also stayed in contact with many of their friends from Total Drama.

Noah quite enjoys his (mostly) quiet life, with his husband and son as company.

Owen always tries his best to spice Noah's life up in creative ways. After all, there's nobody else he'd rather be married to! He also won't tolerate any sort of insult or backhanded compliment towards his family. (Alejandro learned that the hard way)

[just-an-artist-that-exists]

ahhh closing night was amazing

sorry for not being too active bc guess what lotf play!!!!

i love everyone in my cast theyre all so amazing and so supportive🫶🫶🫶🫶

@thegrinningghost @grakktung

[queer-in-a-cornfield]

Some of us on the discord were discussing what Dewey would be like as an adult yesterday, prompting this little fic (1325 words) based on my hc that Dewey would become a stage actor

Dewey walks down the busy streets of New York, humming some vocal warmups. While he appears as calm and collected as he ever does, his mind is racing a mile a minute.

Today was his Broadway debut, and he was equal parts excited and nervous. He’d done many a show in the past but those were different. This was BROADWAY, the gold standard of theatre. Sure, this wasn’t a principal role or anything, he was just replacing a departing ensemble member, but still! A Broadway debut is a Broadway debut. It’s a big day, and he’s freaking out a little.

He rounds the corner of the theatre and opens the stage door, making a pit stop to check in for the day and readjust his bag. He nearly drops his coffee but manages to set it down to adjust his grip before continuing on to his dressing room.

He swings the door open and finds that Rico and Alex, the castmates who share the room with him had already arrived.

“Hey, guys!” Dewey says as he walks over to his designated area. He pauses suddenly before he can put his things down. “What’s all this?”

Surrounding his mirror were a pair of blue balloons, some confetti, and a handwritten banner on top that read “Congrats on your debut!”

Rico speaks up, “It’s your first show tonight, Dewey! If that isn’t cause for celebration I don’t know what is.” Alex nods in agreement.

“Aw, thanks guys,” Dewey smiles, clearing away some of the confetti to put down his bag.

“So how’re you feeling? Ready to show the world what you’re made of?” Alex asks.

“Yeah, I’m really excited, I’ve been dreaming about this for years,” he says, pulling out his notes to review once he finishes warming up.

He spends the next few minutes stretching, uncharacteristically quiet, before sighing and asking, “Guys, you’ve both done this for a while, so… how did you get over the nerves? It still feels insane that I’m even here, and I’m really worried that something’ll go wrong and ruin my chances of continuing here.”

Rico sighs, “I’m not gonna lie, that fear just takes time to get over. But trust me, you’re gonna do great tonight, and soon enough you won’t be so anxious anymore.”

The trio sit in silence for a moment before Alex pipes up, “Didn’t you mention that one of your brothers had a history with anxiety? Maybe he’ll have some advice for you.”

Dewey nods, then grabs his phone from his pocket, pulls up Huey’s contact, and starts a video call.

“Hey Dewey, what’s up?” Huey’s voice picks up through the phone speakers.

“Hi, Hubert. Did you guys just land or something?” Dewey asks, noticing Huey’s surroundings.

“Yeah, we just landed, oh… fifteen minutes ago? We just got to baggage claim- sorry, one sec,” he says, turning to talk to someone off-screen.

Suddenly Uncle Scrooge appears on screen. “Dewey, lad! Can- can ya see me- how does this thing- curse me kilts, what did Ah just-“ Scrooge says as he confusedly fiddles with the phone.

“Uncle Scrooge, I’ll hold the phone for you,” Huey interjects as he grabs his phone back and centers them both on screen.

“So why’d you want to talk to me, Dew?” Huey asks.

Dewey pauses for a moment to gather his thoughts before explaining. But he pauses a moment too long because more faces suddenly attempt to crowd into the view of Huey’s phone camera, all trying to greet him at once. Dewey snickers a little watching Uncle Donald, the last one to get back from claiming their baggage, trying to squeeze into view with little success.

“Hey guys,” Dewey says. “I love you all, but if I could maybe just talk to Huey for a second? I’ll see you guys tonight.”

Reluctantly the rest of the group backs out of frame, leaving once again only Huey.

Sighing amusedly, Huey asks, “Okay, so what did you want me for, Dew?”

“Okay, so, like, I was wondering, basically, like-,” Dewey pauses for a second. “How do you handle your anxiety? Cause I’m kinda freaking out a little right now.”

Huey thinks for a moment. “Well, different things work for different people, but whenever my nerves are getting to me I usually like to take some deep breaths, or you could do the 5-4-3-2-1 exercise, ummm… yeah, I’d say those are my go-to's. I’d also say that drinking coffee wouldn’t help with nerves at all but I don’t think you’d listen to that one, so…”

Dewey laughs, “Thanks, Huey.”

“Of course, Dew. And also remember, we’re all gonna be there cheering for yo-,” Huey gets cut off by a nearby thud, which he turns to look at.

“Uncle Donald’s suitcase just broke,” Huey explains, walking over to help. “You’re gonna do great tonight and we can’t wait to see you after the show! Break a leg!” Huey signs off.

“Bye Huey, see you guys later,” Dewey replies, ending the call.

“Man, it’s still so weird to me that the richest duck in the world is your uncle,” Alex says.

“I don’t know if that’s more surprising or the fact that he doesn’t have a private plane to get here on,” Rico adds.

“Well, we do have a plane but the pilot can’t make it out here until next week. Aaaaand I’m realizing how much of a spoiled rich kid I sound like right now,” Dewey starts laughing again.

“Nah, if you want a really spoiled rich kid that would be more of a… what’s his name? That creep who got all his money from his grandmeemawmaw or whatever?” Alex retorts.

“Doofus Drake?” Rico supplies.

“Yes, him!”

“Oh, you guys don’t even know the half of it,” Dewey exclaims, getting back into his stretching.

——————————————————————-

Dewey opens up the stage door to exit the building. It was dark out now. He was one of the earlier cast members out of the doors, so there was a pretty good-sized crowd greeting him. As he worms his way through them, some congratulate him for making his Broadway debut, and one woman even asks for a picture, which catches him slightly off guard.

Eventually, he makes his way past the main crowd where he is finally greeted by his family, who all promptly give him a bear hug.

“Dewey!!! That was amazing!” Webby exclaims once they all pull away.

“I knew you’d do great,” Huey concurs, grinning.

“Theatre has never been my thing, so believe me when I say that that absolutely blew me away,” Louie adds.

“I’m so proud of ye, lad,” Scrooge says. “Ye’ve done well for yerself.”

Uncle Donald, at a loss for words, smiles and gives him another bear hug.

Della then pries Donald off of him to give him her own hug.

“You boys never cease to make me proud,” she says as she lets him go.

“Aw, you guys,” Dewey says, laughing a little. “You’re gonna get me emotional.”

“We’ve all been emotional since you came on stage, it’s your turn now,” Huey jokes.

Dewey laughs, “Okay, that’s fair.”

“Not to interrupt a nice family moment, but would you guys like a picture?” Rico says suddenly from behind Dewey, startling him.

“Oh my god, Rico! You can’t scare me like that!”

Dewey recollects himself and turns back to face his family.

“Guys, this is Rico, one of my castmates. Fam, Rico, Rico, fam. And yeah, I think we’d like a picture.”

An obscene amount of pictures later, everyone has their phones back with significantly less storage space than before.

“Thanks, Rico!” Dewey calls out as his castmate departs.

“See you tomorrow,” he yells back.

“Well,” Della says. “I think it’s time for some celebration! What time were those reservations for, Uncle Scrooge?”

“… In ten minutes.”

“Oh. Well, let’s get going then!” She exclaims, prompting the group to hurry off to this restaurant, dragging a confused but happy Dewey along with them.

[ur-stepdad]

Captain Bill Seacaster consistently reminded his beloved son that he is to only look out for himself. That in Fabian's world, Fabian should be the only person that matters. Everyone else is to be used as you see fit, even your own father, even your own captain.

Fabian very obviously wanted to do whatever his father told him to do. But he was never very good at caring only about himself, even when he tried really hard to do it. it is simply not his nature to do so.

For him to be rewarded with one of the many people he cares about telling him that her favorite trait of his, the most valuable impact he has on the world, is the way that he takes care of others is an excellent reflection of the character development of Fabian Aramais Seacaster: Son of of Bill Seacaster

[midnight-drip]

fun fact: when I was two, I had a really thick Brooklyn accent. I've never been to New York, I don't know anyone who's from New York, I don't even live in the U.S. I think I had it for a few months before it just disappeared completely.

[azamansource]

Assad Zaman, Delainey Hayles, KP and the coven + crew hanging out in Prague last night (x)

[pisshandkerchief]

rocky rhps voice help I'm trying to escape dr frank n furter's castle but I'm too dummy thicc and the clap of my ass cheeks keeps alerting the dogs

[lonesomedreamer]

We watched Galaxy Quest for the first time since I got deep into Trek, and I was really struck by the character of Jason Nesmith in particular. At the beginning, he’s obviously meant to be seen through the eyes of his jaded but sympathetic colleagues: arrogant, unreliable, egocentric. They’re also jealous of his popularity with fans even though they’re all sick to death of doing cons and other public appearances almost twenty years after the show got canceled. Their points of view are totally valid and understandable. But egocentric or not, Jason is so good with the fans. He takes them seriously, he engages with them, and he encourages them. Though the rest of the crew is upset that he took yet another gig without them, Jason is the one willingly doing these “gigs”—which, like the one he misses with Brandon and his friends, are “usually…just cardboard walls in a garage” set up by some fans. Jason is the one who still remembers the lines, the finer details, the specific episodes. Heck, he even knows Guy’s (real) last name! Ultimately, he’s also the one who knows who to ask for help when it matters most: the fans, the real experts. And before he asks Brandon to help them, he makes sure to apologize for blowing up on him at the con. Galaxy Quest is, in part, Jason’s journey to becoming a more sincere person and a better friend/colleague…but he’s always loved the fans, and they reciprocate.

[anddreadful]

getting lead roles is all fun and games until you have to be onstage for two hours and twenty minutes of the two hours and thirty minute show runtime and you have lines that entire time

[causticsunshine]

hate to remind y’all of this but louis really is just A Man™️

as are any other male celebrities you like. just mf dudes.

[practically-an-x-man]

pushing out constant support and encouragement is exhausting but i've spent my whole life being the emotional backboard to my mother's volatile mood swings and it's led me to feel like giving any energy to myself first is inherently selfish