#classical music nerd meets theatre nerd

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Would y'all still love me if I told you I listened to You Spin me Round(like a record) but the Alvin and the chipmunks version on repeat as I made this😔

Oh also I ship Terrence and Gomer but wtv

[theposhsworld]

Introverts Finish Poor- Learned Extorverts Finish Rich

If a tree falls in the forest and nobody hears it does it make a sound asked Joshua Flagg - in other words if you don’t market yourself and network, babe you don’t exist. Unless you stop being shy, start networking with both genders like a business woman, you will meet only bottom feeders. Most high value gentlemen are not on dating sites but you meet them in industry events, conferences. If you are delivering a key note speech in a male dominated industry trust me it’s easy to meet the best ones. Elite gentlemen don’t want to be taken advantage of so they prefer pre-qualified women, as in women they meet through networking.

How did the Jordanian queen and crown princess meet their husbands? By going to an expensive hotel lobby alone at night? No they met their husband through networking. Queen Rania worked at a bank and networked. There is a story that she was her future husbands banker or another that she met him at a party introduced by a mutual friend.

How did Amal Clooney & Princess Rajwa meet their husbands? Through friends. You meet quality husbands through meeting their mothers on a charity board for the arts, be it theatre, opera, classical music, ballet or jazz or restoring some monument, etc. Or through your work.

Don’t be an introvert stuck in your comfort zone because success dies in the comfort zone. The comfort zone is for poor unsuccessful losers where dreams come to die. What do all losers have in common? Not facing their fears and staying in their comfort zone.

I know a girl let’s call her Monaco Monica who lives where many millionaires live but has zero luck because she is a shy introvert who sticks to dating apps and doesn’t address mental blocks to why she is scared of networking in therapy. So she only gets the left overs. Monaco Monica has a job where if she hustles and keeps putting herself out there, tolerating rejection she will meet the elite.

Monaco Monica is a smart scientist or engineer who is working on a technology. If she lived in a less expensive part of the world she would be doing well financially but in Monaco she & her male colleagues don’t make enough for a family to live on one income due to the high cost of living. She can only do 50-50 with male colleagues who she hardly sees working in a lab. Her job allows her to limit socialization and focus on her job, which is why she loves her job.

Monaco Monica is a late bloomer. She used to be bullied for being smarter than the other girls and laughed at for being a nerd. She didn’t live in an affluent neighborhood or town so learning wasn’t important there. Then when her figure blossomed girls in her class bullied her harder now that boys started looking at her. The few female friends she had when she was a stick turned on her when puberty hit and she got a C cup.

Monica started wearing bulky manly clothes and hanging with nerdy boys who accepted her but never fully trusted them because many were not as eager to be her friend before puberty hit and she got her chests.

Monica was traumatized and scared of dating and watched from the sidelines and saw how boys were using girls. She finally agreed to date a boy in her science lab who asked her out who then pressured her to sleep with him because now they are boyfriend and girlfriend. Why was she so weird not doing girlfriend stuff?

She slept with Ned the Nerd then immediately the next day heard from the lab boys how he had bragged how big her “jugs”/“honkers”/“balloons something unflattering & dehumanizing in equal measure were. Monica was completely crushed. She dreamt of a romantic prince and realized this was only in fairy tales.

In college she was smarter and tried dating apps. This way they would not brag to the lab. She noticed the girls dressed more feminine than her on them but gave it a try. She got used for sax by broke dusty losers from other universities limiting the age bracket. She got a job kept trying with a bit older but still males who made the same or less than her in 50-50 relationships.

Monica gave up on relationships and focused on her career. And then she saw an Anna Bey video. Finally what she was doing wrong made sense. She was being a romantic fool giving her body for free just because they ask. Monica then joined Anna Bey and Facebook suggested similar hypergamy groups. She found my writing in one of them. Monica is a silent reader who doesn’t comment on my posts but messages me.

She moved to a city like Monaco with her job, invested in a makeover, coaching, therapy, etiquette, bought Anna Bey courses. Take into account she had a good salary for where she lived before she moved to Monaco. Yes Monaco Monica did inner child therapy to make sure she is confident and regal around gentlemen. She healed that trauma. What she didn’t heal was her trauma with women and fear of networking. Since she was listening to Anna Bey before me, yes Monica has plastic surgery to look like a perfect Instagram beauty and looks natural.

Monaco Monica is very smart, relying on her brains & new looks alone. And she has one bad date after another. She messaged me on her situation and allowed me to post this - and asked me what was wrong with her. I asked her did she go to conferences and promote her work.

What I found out that Monaco Monica has a fraction of the salary and career growth she would have if she went beyond her fears and networked. She made every excuse why she couldn’t hustle and network to meet gentlemen. I told Monica “see your therapist to deal with your woman, people & networking trauma and maybe take socialization classes.”

“But I am an introvert.”

“Monica being an introvert is not cute among the rich. Many are self made or forced extroverts. Money is allergic to shyness. Maybe shyness is cute in a three year old but is a worse handicap than a broken leg in an adult. Treat it.”

She wrote to me that all gentlemen she met capable of providing were jerks again.

I said “it’s because you are not prequalified you are dating leftover

m👕n. So did you deal with overcoming your fear of networking in therapy? Your fertile years will dwindle away if you don’t put yourself out there. Why do you invest so much money making yourself the best product but find marketing that product so people who want to buy it know it exists it’s beneath you.”

So she told recently she finally got off the dating apps and is seeing a therapist finally for her fear of networking. She said it will take at least a year to develop confidence but she is happier. Not going on dates with jerks on apps greatly improved her confidence. She started volunteering for something and is too shy and quiet for it to be networking. Her therapist has been telling her controlled exposure is a good step to begin to network. Monica is terrified of women in person, and had structured her career to avoid them as much as possible.

Monica says her therapist is helping her gradually feel safe around women first without expecting it go somewhere. She has been doing inner child therapy and affirmations, gradually increasing her confidence. She says it’s going to be two years until she meets quality suitors but she is happy to not be around jerks and learn more how Monaco works. She said it is a very painful and slow process to work through her school trauma and limiting beliefs it resulted in.

She says the next step would be to feel comfortable and speak up volunteering, offer to do a task without over volunteering and trying to audition as I warn people about over volunteering. Monica said she went to a movie screening of a small independent film with a question and answer period. She stood in line, terrified and asked a question she researched on her phone. It was well received. Ladies and gentlemen went up to her after this, saying what a good question. She made a female friend with an older film enthusiast this way and got a date. She said the date isn’t what she is looking for long term and not compatible but a much kinder more considerate gentleman than she met online.

Monaco Monica wanted me to tell her story that progress from being an introvert to learned extrovert is slow but worth every second of this hard work.

You meet people through being excellent at hobbies, jobs in the professions where high value gentlemen are and go to industry conferences and say something smart while looking pretty.

When it comes to dating quality network is networth.

If you are shy and don’t want to die poor, invest in a therapist who teaches you how to overcome it. If you don’t get out of your comfort zone and go to high value places and befriend people.. you are going nowhere.

@Katharina was saying how level up girlies will go to a Starbucks in affluent area but not to get a cappuccino at an expensive hotel which is still affordable but the later is better for networking. A friend had coffee at the Fairmont or Ritz or this sort of a hotel and met a lady from where she was like Toronto or London UK or New York City or Palm Beach or San Tropez or etc when she was travelling. They struck a conversation and this lady has a nephew she wants to introduce to my friend. My friend brought a fascinating book with her to read that caught this lady’s eye. Let’s see what happens when she returns.

The key with networking with elite is reciprocity and fairness. Don’t try to grab their contacts but offer how you can better their life like fun positive mindset joyful cheerful company. If you have Instagram following or contacts or anything that will make the life of the rich person you are talking to easier offer it. Don’t ask for anything. Share some common experiences, build rapport. Be chill don’t suck up and have fun. Be different enough to be interesting and similar enough to build trust and rapport.

Affluent women are used to give give give me user moochers. So if you offer first with the little you have and try to be fair and reciprocal, they will respect that. They don’t want to be used. I know this Ukrainian immigrant now citizen that when she was new to the country because of how learned, cultured and educated she was about European museums, local affluent women kept trying to pay for her hotel and ticket to travel with them as a guide. She refused and said when she has her own money she will travel as an equal. And later she did just that.

The pre-approved dating pool is much better than the online dating pool.

Find where the gentlemen are. Now many autists are affluent so if you develop a geniune interest in science fiction and gain prominence in a Sci fi convention you could meet successful affluent gentlemen. Obviously being an opera singer or classical musician is a great way to meet billionaire or multi millionaire sponsors.

Working for a bank then networking at events. Think of it.

Get out there and try to network up as a hobby, not looking for results. Remember fairness, adding value and reciprocity is key. Send thank you notes. Make people feel appreciated never used.

Credit Maria Al Masani

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INTRO POST

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hi!!!!!

so uh

name : aishani :)

sexuality : pansexual (i believe)

pronouns : she/her

age : im a minor (14-18) (pls don’t be weird)

country/language : UK/English but at this point my relationship with Duolingo has lasted longer than that of actual people

socials :

instagram

pinterest

spotify

im pro palestinian

if you’ve got a problem with any of that, with all due respect, fuck off.

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likes/interests/current or previous hyperfixations

musicals : Les Mis, Heathers, Hamilton, SIX, moulin rouge, EPIC, Mamma Mia, Wicked, semi Percy Jackson and the Lighting thief (???), im attempting to get into West Side Story and Hadestown at the moment

music (the listening version) : Madilyn Mei, Queen, ABBA, a little bit of this, a little bit of that, if you genuinely want to know look at my Spotify I spend more time on my playlists than I do my homework, im a bit of a nerd so obviously classical music has some bangers that go cRAZY, eg gopak like what the fuck why is it such a vibe, arcane soundtrack is currently on loop

music (the instrument version) : I play violin, piano, I sing, and I play a little bit of the ukulele. im now on a mission to learn guitar and/or a woodwind instrument (not brass never brass please god no) UPDATE I’VE BEEN GIFTED MY GRANDMOTHERS OLD FLUTE SO THATS MY NEXT NEW PROJECT

sport : badminton, karate, running from my problems and sprinting away from deadlines

fandoms : Les Mis, Arcane (vi my beloved), Marauders/Harry Potter, The Hunger Games, Shadow and Bone/Six of Crows (this is a malaria free environment can we keep it that way)

hobbies : reading extensive amounts of fanfiction, writing (badly), I like to call myself a musician however im unsure about how far that statement goes, drama, specifically musical theatre, sleeping, starting projects and never finishing them, making random spotify playlists, falling in love with every other person I meet and then proceeding to make it everyone else’s problem

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dislikes

homophobia, transphobia, racism, sexism, trump supporters, terfs, pedophiles, groomers, mushrooms, white supremacy, fear, geography, spiders, just weirdass insects in general, hamsters, and finally, people who eat with their mouths open

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moots!!!

@noahher this is Noah Noah is great we have many conversations and he gave me a pet ferret called Freddie

@k-is-for-potassium they’re awesome literally icon material

@bleep-bloop-boo FELLOW MADILYN MEI ENTHUSIAST IS COMPLETELY AWESOME

@feernflower I tag them in every tag thing I get even though I’ve never interacted with them properly (I’m sorry you seem so cool) and they’re a marauders fan who posts cool stuff go look at it

@nothing-but-glitter-and-lashes HELLO this is my sister she’s great and her blog is cool (I’m in your walls)

@ladymoonstardust aux armies!!! vive les gays!!! the revolution must begin!!!!! exceedingly cool les mis person, and with whom one hath a number of enlightening conversation, more often than not to do with the wonderful beings in that one musical about the land of croissant

@sing-me-sweetly-to-my-doom 🫵🫢🫵😮🫢😮!!!! (ily please don’t forget that <3)

@kurtain-cobain dEINE ZAUBER BIN DEN WIEDER WAS DIE MODE STRENGELTHEILT (im dropping german and I can’t spell ok don’t judge me if I spelt any of that wrong)

“if my self worth is high then im egotistical, but if it’s low then I hate myself, and if it’s vague and undecided then im mediocre, and that’s not an option”

[honest-moth-of-silver-grove]

Hey, I'd love a matchup for Castlevania, if you're up for it (was not the person who wrote you those ask anons btw, although I appreciate them clearing things up).

I’m a heterosexual cis woman, although I’m starting to suspect I’m on the asexual spectrum. So, I'd prefer a male matchup. Also not super sure I'd be down with polygamy.

I'm a premed student (no time for irl dating unfortunately 😭). I also work as a volunteer EMS on weekends. Outside of my school and work my hobbies are singing (musical theatre and classical mostly), theatre (backstage work as well as performing), skiing (the only sport I’m any good at) and TTRPGs (was this close to getting my group to play a Castlevania campaign 😔).

I’m also a big nerd about history, American comics, and folklore. I’ll rant for hours about my special interests if nobody stops me. I’d describe myself as ambiverted. I'm socially awkward, but also very loud and expressive. I’m a bit oblivious, I’ll admit lol, but I do my best. My MBTI is ESTJ, and while I doubt MBTI's accuracy, I agree I’m very Type A. When it comes to the things I’m good at, I’m a major perfectionist, but I’m proud of how hard I work. I think my greatest weakness is probably thoughtlessness, but my greatest strength is humility.  My giving love language is acts of service, and my receiving love language is quality time. I'm verbally affectionate towards friends but I freeze like a deer in headlights if somebody flirts with me. Also: I know appearance isn’t super important, but I think it’s important to know I’m only around 5’0 tall. As my friends say, "headpat size."

A/N: Okay for you my PreMed Student Anon (that’s amazing, congratulations by the way!)I have two potential matches in mind. You said you’re heterosexual and would prefer male results, so I chose two from that gender because I honestly couldn’t decide which would please you best. For you, I’m thinking either Dracula or Alucard would be your perfect romantic matchups! (It really does just come down to which man you’d like better: father or son, lol.) 

Dracula (Vlad Tepes), as terrifying as he may be when he decides to enact justice on the human population, is a very reserved and intellectual man. He’s introverted and devoted much of his life to learning about anything and everything from medicine to history to poetry. 

In this instance let’s pretend he’s either never met Lisa or he did meet and fall in love with Lisa but she either lived a full life and died of natural causes, or Dracula was able to overcome the anger and blame he held for humanity following her murder.

Dracula is a patient man. Being immortal means he understands that you must dedicate much of your time to your studies and your volunteer work. So long as the few moments you do get to spend with him are uninterrupted and meaningful, I believe he’d be understanding, and even supportive of your academic endeavors. He was more than happy to aid Lisa in her quest to learn more about biology, so I have no doubt he’d do similarly for you. Any questions you have, he’d gladly answer them. Any resource he has in his castle, any book or scroll, any record of any kind is yours to inspect. He has no doubts that you’re going to make a very accomplished professional one day, and he has every intention of doing whatever it takes to help you get there.

Along with that patience comes an understanding that sex is not the end all be all in life. Sure, it has its place for either pleasure or reproduction but it doesn't need to dominate relationships. If sex is something you're hesitant about, or against having, it doesn't make much difference to him. Dracula would be fine without sleeping with you, so long as he can have you in other ways. Holding you close, holding your hand, sitting next to you in front of a warm fire- those things are what make him feel close to your heart. 

Dracula also enjoys how animated you get when you go on rants about your special interests. He’s very versed in history and folklore as well, although not American comics, so he would listen intently as you teach him all you know. 

As an ESTJ, you would be very grounding for him (an INTJ), while still having a great deal in common. The both of you value an intellectual connection in a relationship while your more empathetic, extroverted side would help push him to see the truth of humanity where he may previously have only seen things in shades of black and white. You both strive for the best, and that suits you just fine with your perfectionism, but do be warned, there may be times you don’t see eye to eye. What you hold as most important in an issue or debate may be different than what he holds. Remember to be patient. INTJs are prone to stubbornness, but being a Type A personality, I do not doubt that you’ll be able to handle any contrary moods of his just fine. 

Your thoughtlessness can also be a source of discourse within the relationship, as Dracula is bound to worry about you. You’re human, you're fragile and under so much pressure. He cares deeply for you and does not want to see you hurt. The one advantage you do have, however, is your humility. It keeps you from being both arrogant and thoughtless which is a much more dangerous combination. So long as you are aware enough of your limits, and keep your wits about you the best you can, Dracula promises to trust you enough to let you come and go as you need to, so long as you’re willing to admit when you need help. But with your best trait being your humility, that shouldn't be a problem. 

Dracula is so touched by your acts of service. Being such an ancient and scary vampire no one ever thought to make him tea or ask if he needed help with anything. He feels so fortunate to have a partner who does not see him solely as ‘Dracula’, Lord of Vampires, but as Vlad Tepes, a man at heart. 

Not to mention your size difference is too adorable for words. He’s so tall and you’re so tiny… He always kneels whenever you ask for a kiss, he’ll never ask you to step on a stool or climb a ladder to reach him. He’s more than happy to come to you. He loves you. You are his new light, his new reason to believe in humanity. 

Alucard (Adrian Tepes) could also be a good match for you! He’s an ambivert like you, although he may not admit it. He’s the son of a scholar and a doctor, so he’s very understanding when it comes to your education and career. And his empathetic nature makes him extremely compatible with your considerate one. 

As Alucard is a dhampir and immortal, this matchup could work in either medieval times or modern times. For the sake of this matchup, imagine whatever you might prefer. 

Alucard hasn’t always had the best experience when it comes to sex. Granted, you can’t judge every potential future experience based on one horrible one, but he’s not the kind of guy who jumps into bed easily. He has reservations and feels very insecure about the whole act. Should he ever engage in it, he’d need a partner who’s very understanding, or just as nervous as he is about the whole thing. In hindsight, I don’t think Alucard would mind not having all that much sex: for him, your continued company means more than any sexual endeavor could. 

Alucard is very impressed with your decision to go into pre med. He knows how much work that means you’re going to be undertaking, and he’ll do whatever he can to support you, either in your studies or in your personal life. He’s very well-read and rather educated on biology as his mother was a physician, so feel free to ask him any questions or have him quiz you before exams. He’s also a bit of an obsessive lover. When he decides he likes someone, he makes a point to memorize that person. (Recall the Trevor and Sypha dolls?) He wants to know what you think and why you think it. That way, he can anticipate your thoughts or needs. 

And he does quite enjoy it when you sing to him, especially if you sing him to sleep. Sleep hasn't always come easy to him, but with your presence and your lovely voice, it’s as if an angel is singing him a lullaby. I also believe Alucard would absolutely thrive playing TTRPG: he’s sarcastic, smart and strategic. I really think he’d dominate any campaign he set his mind to. Plus, it’d be great socialization for him besides you. 

As an ESTJ you’re fairly compatible with Alucard’s INFJ. You’re just extroverted enough to pull him out of his idealistic daydreams, but grounded and predictable enough not to shake his confidence or trust in you/your relationship. The only possible issue is that INFJs can sometimes get caught up in the fantastical destiny of it all: it’s about people and purpose. Whereas ESTJs tend to be a bit more practical- you value reality and stability a bit more than potential and daydreams. But I don’t envision this to be a huge problem, so long as you push communication with Alucard. He internalizes a lot. He’ll need to be reminded to share his inner feelings. So long as you do that, I don’t see any major discourse between you two. 

Alucard may be a little disappointed in your moments of thoughtlessness, but at the same time, he finds them endearing. You try so hard: you’re a perfectionist like he is, and even though you’re only human, you strive for the same greatness. It’s rather admirable. He likes that about you. 

Alucard would also be very touched by your acts of service, mainly because he often finds himself doing the service for others. It’s nice to be taken care of for a change. And he is very happy to spend quality time with you. He’d follow you everywhere if you let him. So long as he’s near you, he feels complete. He’s always leaning down to give you soft forehead kisses whenever you’re around. You’re so precious to him. 

[starkidlabs]

The really weird feeling I got going into Forbidden Planet yesterday and feeling like I don’t belong here anymore. I’m not like that sort of nerd anymore. Outside an Arcane poster and a fantastic Wallace and Gromit jumper I had zero interest in anything in that store anymore. And I don’t know if it’s the being plagued by capitalism, the growing up or just no longer finding joy in most things. As much as I’m a big musical theatre girly I just don’t exist in normal fan spaces anymore, like I love theatre and classic lit but not pop culture anymore, and a part of me wonders what 15 year old me would’ve thought about that. I don’t know I feel like I’ve grown so much in the past year and a half but also that I’ve grown into a person who can barely be happy anymore. In my darkest days as a teenager I would hide in fictional worlds and fandom spaces. Now in my darkest days I just exist, dissociating. Perhaps other than the joy I feel when watching a theatre show I never feel genuinely happy anymore, I don’t find happiness in anything else. I read, I go to art galleries, I enjoy doing those things as intellectual pursuits, to get my mind moving and myself feeling emotions, but none of what I’m doing brings me joy. They don’t exist as a distraction that actually made me happy, like when I used to watch tv shows and movies and discuss it online when I used to be a fan of things. I feel like a hollow shell most days. Even when I’m talking to my friends I feel hollow, I feel so out of body that when I laugh it doesn’t feel like it’s my own laugh, because I’m so used to not laughing. I don’t find genuine joy in others company because most of the time I feel like this is all going to disappear in an instance. Like up until a month ago when my friend came back from research travelling and I found out my other friends broke up, and one of them wanted to start meeting up more, I had been on a social outing like 5 times in the year. 5 times in 11 months. How am I meant to feel happy in a social situation when I barely remember what it’s like to be with friends, with people who care about you not because you’re related to them? I can’t find happiness there anymore because I spent so long without it. It’s embarrassing that the only time I feel genuinely happy is when watching a musical. It’s embarrassing that I can only be happy for 2 hours a month. It’s embarrassing having to tell people that I mostly listen to musical theatre songs because they don’t understand that it reminds me of the happiness I no longer feel. If I’m not sad, I’m apathetic. Stoic. And part of me is desperately trying to stop going to the theatre, stop listening to show tunes because, then maybe, I can finally be emotionally numb and prove myself right, that life is just suffering and then you die.

[jgroffdaily]

Man About Town interview

INTERVIEW | JONATHAN GROFF IN THE NEW MATRIX FILM 

JONATHAN GROFF HAS FROZEN AND KEEPS TRIPPING OUT ON MY SCREEN. WE BOTH LAUGH, APPRECIATIVE OF THE IRONY GIVEN WE’RE CATCHING UP WITH THE FROZEN STAR ABOUT HIS ROLE IN THE MUCH-ANTICIPATED NEW MATRIX FILM.ONCE WE FINALLY OVERCOME TECHNICAL ISSUES, THE 36-YEAR-OLD SPOTS WE ARE BOTH PROUD OWNERS OF EXACTLY THE SAME BEYONCÉ MERCH – A BLACK SWEATSHIRT WITH ‘SURFBOARD’ WRITTEN IN PINK.WE DISCUSS GROFF’S INCREDIBLE MUSICAL CAREER TO DATE AND HOW IT ALL BEGAN BEFORE TURNING OUR ATTENTION TO THE MATRIX RESURRECTIONS

On how he spent COVID

Lockdown was kind of life-changing. I got a house right before COVID right near my dad's horse farm. My dad trains and races horses for a living. I knew I wanted to always go back to Pennsylvania at some point in my life to be near my family. And when I was living there with my friend Katie during COVID, I had this dream in the back of my brain through the years that I wanted to turn my dad's horse farm into an artist retreat. Being there and re-falling in love with the Amish landscape and the stars and nature fast-tracked this whole thing. It was a huge realigning moment for me. I also did a movie club with my friends where we would watch classic movies and we did it for an entire year. Bertoluci’s 1900 was a very polarising movie. I remember there was some members of the group that really went with that, and then there were others that were not going with it. 

On how his upbringing shaped his acting career

It's a combination of growing up in this idyllic, natural environment where the summers were spent with my brother and our friends putting on plays in my dad's barn. I was Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz there and we were running through the fields and it was very free, open and creative. Then on the flip side, I understand how much doing community theatre and high school theatre. Acting was a culmination of joy and at the same time, it was great kind of therapy and an outlet for self-expression so growing up in that conservative area allowed me great freedom and creativity, but it also was quite repressing in certain ways, which I think is why I reached for acting. 

On finding out he’d been cast inThe Matrix Resurrections It was total disbelief. I was doing Little Shop of Horrors off-Broadway, playing Seymour, such a musical theatre nerd character. And I had gone on my day off to meet Lana and audition for her and talk to her. A couple of weeks later she called me and said, “Hey, so we'd like for you to be a part of the film and just wanted to check in and see if you'd be comfortable with learning Kung Fu as it's going to be quite physical.” I was like, “Yeah, I have absolutely no experience but count me in." We hung up and I felt like, well, this isn’t happening. Then I put on my glasses and my nerd outfit and sang my songs and it felt very distant. Then slowly, I got a trainer in New York while I was doing the play. I'm training five days a week to get ready for the fight training then two months later, I land in San Francisco and walk into like the training tent and the first person I see is Keanu doing high kicks. I was like, “Oh my God, where the fuck am I?” I just totally fell in love with the training, it was like learning dance moves in a way. The physicality, learning the choreography, I was super into it. Then before I know it, I’m doing a fight scene with Keanu Reeves. It was like a state of disbelief all the way up until we were actually shooting and doing it. And it was the most surreal, incredible experience. 

On first meeting with Lana Wachowski

We met in San Francisco for my audition at the Fairmont Hotel and as I was walking through the hallway, there’s this poster of Looking because we shot in that hotel. So I went up to the room where she was doing auditions and her wife was there and we had a creative personal heartfelt dialogue before we did the audition material. I talked about San Francisco and I talked about Looking and I talked about identity and owning identity. She has a lot feelings and experience in that so funnily enough, Looking and San Francisco was a real part of my connection with Lana initially.

On playing Agent Smith

I didn't go to work thinking about the legacy of The Matrixand the legacy of Agent Smith... as Lana made it clear that it was new programming. She didn't want an impersonation of Hugo Weaving. We were looking to explore different territory and have fun in doing that but there were still elements of the brutalism so I would go home to my hotel room in San Francisco and put on The Matrix movies and I would have it kind of subconsciously playing in the back of my head because I wanted it in there. But then when we got to the moment of playing the scenes and playing the moments of the beats of each particular interaction, I had a blast exploring the way in which the people we work for, like the character that I am in the beginning. The first line that I have in the movie plays with this idea of the corporation that we work for and inhabiting that energy and inhabiting that smooth, cynical, but seemingly warm capitalist vibe in a suit, that this is kind of a version of what an agent is now to us in our world and living in that headspace and then getting to express what in many ways is the kind of brutal quality of those people as it's articulated in what ends up becoming a connection to the brutalist energy and physicality of the Smith that we know from the former programming. Jonathan Groff stars in The Matrix Resurrections. The full interview and shoot will feature in Man About Town's SS22 issue. 

Photography: Ben ChabanonStyling: Erica CloudGrooming: by Melissa DeZarateInterview + Editor: Mike Christensen Art director: Jeffrey Thomson Photography assistant: Will Colacito Editorial director: Huw Gwyther .

[thedelusionreaderbitch]

We All Need Saving Sometimes - Kaz Brekker x male! Reader

A/n: I don't even know why this took me so long to write because this was so fun! Anyways sorry it took so long!

Warnings: Violence? + Language (it is me you should expect it at this point!?

Request: Hiiii, I just discovered your account and I love it! I've been searching for shadow and bone x Male readers but there aren't that many so I figured I could request one 😅 I was thinking about a Male reader x Kaz Brekker, maybe the reader is like a vigilante and saves Kaz or something like that. Just do whatever you want with it :)))

(The reader is kind of like Nightwing btw)

The blood rushed through his veins as he swung around and smashed the crime boss in the face. Adrenaline courses through him as the man stumbles back and he takes a few steps forward.

"I- Please, I-I'll do-do anything! Please!" Y/n just rolls his eyes and cuffs him to the pole on the top of some random Ketterdam building with his special handcuffs. Although this thug isn't very skilled at pickpocketing much less pick locking so he really didn't need to use it. Either way, the man wouldn't be able to leave till the stadwatch could come to get him or he would die from dehydration.

Well, he did say Ketterdam.

He jumped from the building still hearing the pleas of the older crime (failing) boss. Some considered him a hero, some did not. He was kind of in the middle, he would kill (like he said this is Ketterdam for ghezen sake!) But sometimes he would let them go. Most of the time his vigilante persona - Inferno, was just so he could keep the innocent children out of the way of the crime schemes that happen in this totally lovely city.

The thing with Y/n was that his superhero persona, Inferno was a tad bit different from himself normally. Inferno could be described as calculative, cool, and intellectual.

When he was just the L/n boy though... He's clumsy, anxiety-ridden, and what some would call a classic 'nerd' case, to name a few. Trust Y/n when he said this; he wasn't a mental case it just both of the sides were him but... Not always completely him. Inferno and L/n were two sides to him that only really did have two things in common; their terrible corny jokes, and never ever doing something without thinking about it first.

So he didn't know why he did it. Why he jumped off that building landing headfirst in a fight to help some strange teenager with a cane. All he knew was when he took one look at the teen he didn't even think he just did.

A man tried to swing a weak left hook at Inferno but he just rolled his eyes and dodged gracefully and judo flipped him onto his back, his face letting out a satisfying CRUNCH! As his foot put all its pressure on the man's disgusting face. While the man scream's out in pain he turns his attention to the two others. The teenager seemed to have one all he had to do was get the oth- WAIT IS THAT KAZ BREKKER?!!

A punch is delivered to Inferno's face and he feels rage build up inside him. Fuck this shit he's done. He goes full in and tackles the other man that's not attacking the Brekker boy and with his rage the man's dead in seconds. Welp, he would just have to add that to the number that he can't remember how many people he's killed.

The answer would be a lot, but hey! He did say protecting the (innocent) children and teens were off and on, apparently, it was on today.

He hears a giant wack! And he turns around just in time to see the other attacker fall to the ground and for the boy to withdraw his cane.

"I didn't need your help."

Inferno roll's his eyes and nods sarcastically; "Sure Brekker, sure. Whatever helps you sleep at night."

"Who says I sleep?"

"Well, we're on the same boat for that one buddy!" I laugh and I could feel L/n slipping through Inferno almost like they were finally coming together after meeting this young criminal. But why?

"Don't mention this to anyone or I'll have your head." The Brekker boy says threateningly, well it would be to anyone else if they weren't so entranced by him. (Cough, cough, Y/n.)

"Hey, I saved you!"

"I thought you only saved children?" Then at that moment, their eyes meet and Y/n can see right through his soul. His eyes are cold, but they're so hypnotic and they make him fall for this bastard of the barrel. They both seem to come closer till there almost chest to chest, it was like an invisible magnetic force was pulling them together.

"We all need saving sometimes, Brekker," Y/n whispered and Brekker turned his head away probably trying to recollect himself.

"Call me Kaz please." Y/n knew that Dirtyhands wasn't polite nor did he beg. But this wasn't Kaz Brekker neither was it Dirtyhands. This is a scared boy who was peaking out and Y/n was holding out his head and he thinks he just took it.

"I Have an offer for you. Meet me at the Waffle House near the fountain. of Crows at six."

Y/n raise's his eyebrow and a slow smile crawls upon his face. "Oh, it's a date then Brekk- Kaz!" He jokes.

Kaz rolls his eyes. "Just remember who I am Inferno."

So Kaz hasn't figured out that Y/n was Inferno, give Brekker about a day and he would probably figure out his identity. But an unusual feeling spread across Y/n's chest and he observed it wasn't panic that Kaz would find out who he really was. He couldn't place what the feeling was just yet but he discovered that he trusted Kaz.

And that was more terrifying than any villain.

"Just count yourself lucky you don't owe me anything after saving your ass!"

Kaz just rolls his eyes at the statement and starts walking away from Y/n but pausing midway just almost out of his line of vision.

Without turning his head Kaz yells; "You Better not be late for our date L/n!"

Y/n's eyes widen and any confidence that might have been there was wiped away with just a few words and he's left in a flustered mess. Not even realizing that he had already figured out who he really was outside of his superhero persona.

He's frozen, going through Brekker's words over and over again trying to comprehend what the hell just happened.

Holy fuck he just got a date with Dirtyhands.

Fate must have been up to something but whatever it was he was ready and with a grin, Y/n took off into the night.

Bouns:

"This way sir." A petite but kind lady walks him towards a table where there it was - the bastard of the barrel, someone who he could be himself and join his two half of himself together without pressure was there.

He was actually there.

And he, Y/n L/n was late.

He carefully slid into the booth seat on the opposite side of Kaz examining the boy in front of him. He was holding a newspaper, his hat was drawn forward enough so it could cover his eyes and he didn't even acknowledge him.

Just at that moment he place's the newspaper down and raises an eyebrow at the L/n boy.

"Your late L/n."

A sly smirk plays on Y/n's face as he remembered what Kaz had told him before hand in there last visit. Fate really did have a funny way of doing things.

"Oh Please Kaz." He leans forward so now they're both eye to eye.

"Call me Y/n."

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-thedelusionreaderbitch

Shadow and bone taglist: @kaqua @rika90 @thefandomplace @musical-theatre-obsessed-dumbass @gallysonegoodlung @navs-bhat @sumsebien @dontjudgeabookbythecover

[tothemeadow]

hewwo my dear! may i please request sfw and nsfw hc's with Hantengu and Nakime please?

Hello, goose mom! For Hantengu, I’m going the morphed hot version of all of the clones (Zohakuten) because his wrinkly self ain’t cute 👀 Also I hope I get this right since I’ve never written for Hantengu or any of his forms

Hantengu & Nakime SFW/NSFW HCs

Hantengu (Zohakuten form)

SFW

so, so angry, but that much is obvious

stubs his toe? angry. rips off a band aid? angry.

literally takes the term “sour puss” and makes it his life’s motto

despite being an angry boi, he’s quite self conscious and thinks about what others think of his other forms/clones

suffers from an inferiority complex despite being an Upper Moon

“Muzan is love, Muzan is life”

likes dogs

smells like pine

can’t eat spicy food to save his life

“it’s not a phase, Mom, GAWD”

NSFW

no matter form he takes, Hantengu is a bottom bitch

he might be angry, come off as dominant, whatever, he’s a bitch in bed

whimpers a lot whenever he’s close to cumming

super into bondage 

10/10 loves shibaru and hogtying

despite being a bottom, he curses and degrades you (and sometimes himself)

“I’m your little bitch, you motherfucker”

dry humping is a thing

like having his tongue yanked when you fuck him but refuses to admit it

Nakime

SFW

book nerd

100% cat lady

presses flowers and partakes in insect taxidermy

in a modern setting, she dresses mostly in sweaters, long skirts (almost a dark academia meets librarian vibe)

has a very soft voice when she speaks

holds down liquor easily

super into classical music yet likes heavy metal

possibly a theatre buff?

the type of person who wears a lot rings on her fingers

NSFW

I honestly can’t decide whether she’s a switch or a soft bottom

like, she’s blunt and somewhat strong-willed personality wise, but I feel she’s very gentle in bed

likes holding onto your hands or caressing your face while you fuck her

likes giving oral

bath sex is niiiiiccceeee

mostly quiet in bed, but when she’s close to her orgasm her breathing gets heavy and she gasps and pants a lot

has a praise kink uwu

once in a while she’ll dom, but I mostly have the feeling she likes feeling loved and comforted during sex

I wouldn’t say she likes being bossed around - she will put up a fight if you start acting like that

[arcadialedger]

Blogs Masterpost

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Likes and reblogs are always appreciated, as I am just coming back on!

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You absolutely do not need to follow all of these blogs, but I love getting to meet new people in my fandoms and any/ all support is appreciated!

I’m also in the following fandoms, which I post here on main:

- Harry Potter

- Percy Jackson

- Lord of the Rings

- Doctor Who

- Star Wars

- Narnia

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- Sherlock

- Merlin

- Game of Thrones

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I also post about animated shows and films in general, mg/ ya books and fandoms, classic lit, mythology/ fairytales/ folklore/ legends, Shakespeare, musical theatre/ Broadway, and love history, culture, theology, linguistics, and more!

[yournameyn]

Feeling Deeply

Genre: Fluff so much fluff. Arranged Marriage fic.

Pairing: Namjoon x OC

A/N: Aaaaaa this is the first fic I'm posting ever ever. It's basically a way to follow the red thread of my desires. OC is named Brishti. She's Indian. She's Bengali & curvy & an introvert. This whole fic is 90% going to be a slow burn fluff fic about two introvert nerds getting to know each other. Seriously there's like hardly any real angst, maybe slight angst about okay when are these two going to bang - if you look very carefully but basically its just slooooow fluuuufff. Hopefully you all like it. Please let me know what you think. Current Chapter: This one is loooong. Remember this is all happening in the 1960s. OC & Namjoon are both really well off first gen immigrants. In this chapter we have our couple coming closer together - talking about some issues they've both had in their lives. Also this is the chapter where you'll get to know one of my favourite Namjoon songs and like why the OC is named what she's named. Also just a reminder because im a bit paranoid - Rim Jhim (referred to as Rim) is our OC Brishti. Its a pet name that's introduced in this chapter. And Namjoon being the wordsmith that he is makes it shorter, with the korean meaning of the word.

Previously in Feeling Deeply: Preface-ish Chapter 1

Chapter 2

And so it went for the next few days, the two of them quietly discovering each other. They were finding out the normal, casual, small things - how he didn’t like mint chocolate, how she loved bitter black coffee. Since both of them worked, they decided to split the chores at home. It worked out great because Namjoon liked to sweep & Brishti loved to do the dishes. They both struggled to cook but they decided to learn how to cook each other’s cuisines. So she was learning how to make kimchi (the green onion one) & he was learning how to prepare daal (the yellow one). They split the rent & decided to create a separate bank account for their savings. Talking about money increased warmth because they discovered that neither valued it excessively.

Slowly, they began talking about things a little more intimate. Meanings of names were revealed. She was impressed that his name meant genius. And he loved that hers meant rain. Pet names were introduced. He called her Rim - an even shorter version of her daak naam Rim Jhim. He told her to call him Joon. She looked away, smiling, then - silently telling him they’re not there yet. What he didn’t tell her was that he was already making up a fairytale about Joon, the genius & Rim, the brilliant jade that makes him so.

They spoke about books the most. Between them, they had half the globe's literature covered. She had read Indian authors & Russian & Spanish ones. He loved Korean authors, Japanese literature & all the Greek Classics. He geeked out about philosophy & poetry while she nerded over nature writing & music. They spoke about how they might take a look at other European writers & musicians together. To that end, Namjoon brought home a book of love poems by Rilke.

He hadn’t told her that he wrote poetry too. He hadn’t mentioned anything because it seemed like an indulgence of the past, poetry. But that night everything changed. After a late dinner, Brishti had asked to read aloud from the book he’d brought. As she read ‘To Music’, Namjoon saw tears float in her eyes. Secretly, something inside him had wept too. And just like that, he knew he would begin writing soon.

Each week the two watched late shows of classic hollywood musicals in a nearby theatre because they’d decided against a tv in their home - opting, instead, for a record player. Meeting for a movie each of the two Fridays they’d spent together so far was an experience both looked forward to - not only for the movie. In the darkness of the movie theatre, they experienced the first glimpses of intimacy. Soft smiles, whispering, silent glances, hands caressing each other. He loved how she laughed with abandon. She loved that he would tear up during the emotional scenes.

Her smile was getting wider, warmer toward him, Namjoon noted everyday. He’d been sleeping separately since their wedding night because he wanted her to feel safe. He was mostly okay with that except if he thought about it… If he thought about a time when he would get to touch her - Namjoon almost felt dizzy with feelings.

This happened the most when he saw her read by the window, he ached to touch her. That was her - Brishti - that was who she was at her core. Reading, running her fingers through her short hair, staring out the window, thinking, looking at clouds & then going back to reading. She was still quiet, but less so. She spoke about the rain and the trees and when she was happiest, he learned, when she really trusted that no one was going to judge her, she spoke about the moon. It had happened twice in the last few days.

He couldn’t stop looking at her. As though that needed reasoning, he thought about it at the office too. It wasn’t the only answer he could come up with but Namjoon had never seen a body like hers. She didn’t seem brittle or delicate, the way most women looked - or were “supposed to look”. She didn’t care what a body is supposed to look like, at least, it seemed that way to him. Brishti’s curves were not subtle. She was short and while almost everyone was shorter than him, Brishti was just… sexily so. She’d do these things… seemingly normal, everyday things but they would quickly, embarrassingly, inspire an arousal in him. Like, that thing she did, when she stretched after waking up or even if she stretched her arms or her neck… for some reason that turned him on so much, he’d have to hide… or excuse himself. His breath hitched, everytime he thought about how he hadn’t still actually seen her body.

Brishti, too, enjoyed looking at him from afar. Sharing, creating a living space with a man was never something she thought she would enjoy. They had exchanged the basic stories of how they had reached each other.

Namjoon had said, “I’d met a couple of women… girls… but they just seemed either plastic or porcelain… you know? I mean, not all of them could have been that but that's how they… presented themselves? You… I saw your photos in a pile that the matchmaker labelled ‘rubbish’”

“What?!”

“Yeah… I’m sorry but it’s actually a compliment to be labelled ‘bad’ by a matchmaker. That’s why I was looking in that pile in the first place… when I heard you wanted to keep working… Honestly I was so relieved...”

She smiled, “At least you got a look at me… I didn’t even know what you looked like till we met. I had no choice at all. A boy had agreed to marry me - despite… me… so that was the end of it. That was the bargain with my brother… otherwise I wouldn’t have been allowed to work either.”

“Wow… I’m so sorry, Rim. That’s really… really unfair.”

“Hmm yeah… I just figured if I can keep earning & the man turns out to be wrong, at least I can leave.”

“That’s… thanks for not leaving...”

Brishti smiled, “I got lucky...”

Namjoon understood, then, that Brishti might be an introvert but that did not mean she was shy. She made him blush & laugh. She made him speak without inhibition. The more time he spent with her, his feelings poured out.

“Thanks… It’s been really nice to share this home with you. Just to have you to talk to… My life was not going that great...” he said.

Brishti nodded, even though she already knew this. Whatever he said, strangely, she could see a deeper melancholy behind it. They spoke about being strangers in a strange country. She told him how she had to fight at the library for Tagore to be considered classic literature. How she was slowly but surely, being accepted in the oddball group that ran the library. She was not the only non-english person there, so things were easier for her. Besides, true readers had always been more accepting of the different.

Something made her regret sharing her happiness about this because his struggle in this foreign land was far more intense… she could sense pain behind the words he used. Namjoon did not enjoy his job the way she did. He worked overtime most days and came home bone-tired. Kim Namjoon was in many ratraces at the same time - races Brishti felt he didn’t want to participate at all. Being a lawyer, being an asian - the ‘model minority’, being a slightly well-off Korean in a sea of white men, in a sea of less fortunate asians who were being treated much worse than him. Trying to create a name, an identity of his own was wearing him out... chipping away at his soul.

Brishti sometimes saw him and saw a great banyan cutting itself down, trying to be a shrub just to fit in. When she asked him how his day was, he always smiled. It was real, the smile and yet it couldn’t hide the sadness in his eyes. Something that was beginning to bother Brishti more and more, these days. He... had begun to matter more and more these days.

Now, about two weeks into their marriage, she was experiencing butterflies about the smallest things; Things like watching him sleep on the fold out, bringing him coffee in the morning. She felt a pull deep inside her take over when he would come out of the shower in the bathrobe, skin glistening from the shower & musky man-scents launching her body in a fantastical arousal & her mind in overdrive. Somedays, Brishti even went for a shower after he’d been, just so she could soak in his essence & bathe in a trance she had never felt before.

On their third weekend together, Namjoon didn’t have to go to work the whole weekend. He’d spoken to his superior at the firm to let him have weekends free - after all, he was married now. Post lunch that Saturday, Brishti and he kept unpacking, organising while talking (well, later on, it was just coffee & talking) into the early hours of Sunday. They spoke about things they loved, people they had loved. About fictional crushes and real ones. Both of them spoke about their past relationships. Something Brishti was delighted about - especially since Namjoon told her he was not the type to hold someone’s past against them.

Brishti couldn’t believe it when Namjoon had correctly guessed, “It was the photographer, right?”

“What-?! How- Where- How did you…?” Brishti couldn’t even form a question.

“Your photos, at the matchmakers… something was different. All the other pictures women give out for arranged matches seem... fake. Yours were… real… private. You looked comfortable… looked like you were being teased...” What he didn’t say was how much it seemed in those pictures like she was with someone she truly liked… maybe even loved.

Sat on the ground opposite Namjoon, Brishti kept her gaze on him. It unnerved Namjoon that she could really see him. She unnerved him further when she said, “You should say what you aren’t saying… or… asking?”

“Did you love him?”

“Not really… it was just... a different kind of friendship… ended almost as soon as it began. But I- I don’t regret it. It wasn’t the kind of love-” she trailed off. She looked away, smiling but trying to hide it. The same way she had in the photograph.

He pressed further just to tease her “Kind of love...?” Namjoon was intrigued because she was blushing now & he wanted to plant a thousand pecks on her. Instead he said, “So you can just… stop what you were saying? Mmm. Okay. I see.”

She looked at him then, “I’m feeling… a lot… of… different things these days. Especially because of a couple of dimples...”

Just like that, she turned the tables & his dimples appeared. He blushed, “Yeah… same. I mean… you don’t have dimples but I’ve-”

She nodded to let him know she understood. And then asked, “Uhm... Have you… had sex?”

Namjoon bit his lip, “Yeah… yes. I... had a girlfriend in law school. It… uh… wasn’t serious… for her.”

Brishti looked away nodding, as if stopping herself from saying something.

He looked at her… knowing what she probably wanted to say. He wanted to hug her but he only said, “It doesn’t matter, does it? For me it doesn’t. Doesn’t matter if you’ve had sex too… I know how people can be about virginity… I- honestly… it's just another way to control people.”

She looked at him with a mixture of emotions. She took a minute to compose herself & then said, “I’ve never met a man like you… and it's a little confusing and annoying… Not that you are annoying… not at all. It’s just the world is annoying because this is how low the standard is for a man. A man accepting that the woman has a past makes him… forward…? But of course the woman has to… because, well, he’s a man and he has needs. We’re all told that… Shirley... who works with me… she knows it too. Women just aren’t supposed to talk about their pasts. All women.”

She paused & got flustered further because of how dedicatedly Namjoon had been listening. It really seemed as if he was taking notes. The serious expression on his face, it made Brishti's ears feel hot. Almost as a distraction, she went on -

“It's crazy but that seems to be the only thing THE WHOLE WORLD has agreed on - they can’t agree on one way to make bread but they all agreed that women are inferior. It’s such a basic thing to just let me work… because I want to… but it's annoying that it makes me feel lucky. My best friend had to go through hell because she thought she could trust her husband with the truth about her past… so it makes me feel lucky that… you won’t…”

Namjoon could see the pain in her words. Maybe that’s how she could always sense the pain in his words, he thought.

After a calming silence passed over them, he spoke - “I won’t. I don’t really know what it’s like for a woman. And… maybe you won’t like to hear this, but… I was the same, Rim... I was the man my society had trained me to be. Everything changed when I came here. When, for the first time in my life, I understood what it’s like to be treated inferior. Since then, I just… I cannot be the cause of a feeling like that within anyone... So… you’re right. I’m not doing anything everyone shouldn’t already do. All of this should be normal. Expected. Hopefully the world learns a bit faster…”

Brishti smiled at Namjoon. She chuckled when tears pooled up in her eyes. He instinctively reached out for her & placed a hand on her leg, just below her knee. A jolt went through Brishti and she looked surprised. He did too. Namjoon retracted his hand immediately & looked away, blushing. That’s when Brishti laughed out loud. She stood up. And asked him to stand up, silently.

He did. It always made Brishti’s heart flutter just how gorgeous and tall he was. Someday, she would tell him. Someday, she would show him. For now, she couldn’t help feeling bashful as she asked, “Can I get a hug, Joon?”

This was the first time she’d used the pet name that he’d asked her to call him by. This was what his family called him. And her using this name assured Namjoon of just that - she was becoming family. Her question had made his heart flip. He moved without really thinking, because this is what his body had wanted since the day he saw her. He pulled her up in his arms. He felt like he was melting. She was soft. Warm. Beautiful. And in his arms.

Brishti gasped a little when Namjoon had scooped her up in his arms. She was on her toes, literally & figuratively. She held onto him, less as a hug & more as support… at first. Then, she felt his arms… the strong arms that she had been ogling at, around her. It was as if a knot came undone, within her, suddenly. And in its place, the softest silk suddenly flowed through her body.

She closed her eyes and breathed him in. The same essence that she’d been soaking in after he had showered, that she had been breathing in whenever he would pass by or reach past her. The essence that she had now become so hungry for that she had been secretly sleeping with the shirt he’d worn from the laundry basket. That essence was now all over her. Her chin turned up, resting on his shoulders, her cheeks touching his, her hands - on their own - reached the nape of his neck and began to play with his hair.

When she did that, Namjoon held her tighter, pressed her on to him. He felt her body react to his. One hand reaching her shoulder around her back, he moved the other closer to her waist, so his hands could fold over her curves. He could feel her breath hitch when he did that.

Brishti was revelling in the feeling of his hands, his fingers, feeling his fingertips press into her - that was a feeling she could never have imagined making her so... so... drunk. She was drunk. She ran her hands up and down his vast back, all the way up to his hair. All of a sudden she could feel herself overcome with emotion. Tears began pooling in her eyes again. And she said, before it was too late, she said, “Thank you, Joon, for everything… thank you.”

When he heard the tremble in her voice, Namjoon pulled away, just so he could see her. Brishti quickly retracted too - to wipe off her tears, trying to laugh off the silliness, apologising. Namjoon replied, “It’s okay… I understand… I… Thank you, Rim. I hope you… you know what I mean...” What he wanted to say, what he hoped she understood was that she was what was helping him come alive. But being unable to, Namjoon knew someday he would. Someday soon.

Brishti nodded to say she understood. Namjoon tried to lighten the atmosphere, saying, “You’re not… just anyone, you know? So… maybe you should tell me something I could do which is… not just basic decency, but something that can be considered truly feminist, you know. I’d love to do that for you.”

Brishti smiled and nodded. She suddenly felt tired & almost of its own accord, her body stretched into a yawn. She said, “I’ll think of something. We- I should go now… Do you want- anything?...” Brishti was delighted about how drunk she had gotten from one hug. It was exciting that she knew she’d be sleeping with the sweater he had tossed in the laundry basket tonight. She decided to take a bit more time to enjoy being intoxicated without a substance, together and alone.

Later that night, as Namjoon laid on his fold out sofa, alone, he thought of how great it had felt to have Brishti in his arms. To have someone who wanted to know about his day. To feel her heartbeat, like raindrops, knocking on his chest like it was a window pane, almost as if asking to be let in…

Thoughts like these, they made Namjoon reach for the notepad & pen that he always kept close by. He wrote. He wrote of being world weary and suddenly having a friend. Suddenly feeling like the world wasn't rushing him, that he didn’t need to run, that he could take time, be slow, be a poet. His heart tugged at his pen as it wrote lines about what it felt like to have someone cry for him. To have someone be full of feelings for him, to have someone to embrace his weary body. He wrote about how he missed that embrace and yet it was okay… as long as she was still here, maybe not just next to him, yet. Maybe someday. It was okay because she asked how he was every day and Brishti was here, forever. Namjoon felt tears run down his own face, as he titled the first poem he’d written in almost five years - Forever Rain.

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[theposhsworld]

Introverts Finish Poor- Learned Extorverts Finish Rich

If a tree falls in the forest and nobody hears it does it make a sound asked Joshua Flagg - in other words if you don’t market yourself and network, babe you don’t exist. Unless you stop being shy, start networking with both genders like a business woman, you will meet only bottom feeders. Most high value gentlemen are not on dating sites but you meet them in industry events, conferences. If you are delivering a key note speech in a male dominated industry trust me it’s easy to meet the best ones. Elite gentlemen don’t want to be taken advantage of so they prefer pre-qualified women, as in women they meet through networking.

How did the Jordanian queen and crown princess meet their husbands? By going to an expensive hotel lobby alone at night? No they met their husband through networking. Queen Rania worked at a bank and networked. There is a story that she was her future husbands banker or another that she met him at a party introduced by a mutual friend.

How did Amal Clooney & Princess Rajwa meet their husbands? Through friends. You meet quality husbands through meeting their mothers on a charity board for the arts, be it theatre, opera, classical music, ballet or jazz or restoring some monument, etc. Or through your work.

Don’t be an introvert stuck in your comfort zone because success dies in the comfort zone. The comfort zone is for poor unsuccessful losers where dreams come to die. What do all losers have in common? Not facing their fears and staying in their comfort zone.

I know a girl let’s call her Monaco Monica who lives where many millionaires live but has zero luck because she is a shy introvert who sticks to dating apps and doesn’t address mental blocks to why she is scared of networking in therapy. So she only gets the left overs. Monaco Monica has a job where if she hustles and keeps putting herself out there, tolerating rejection she will meet the elite.

Monaco Monica is a smart scientist or engineer who is working on a technology. If she lived in a less expensive part of the world she would be doing well financially but in Monaco she & her male colleagues don’t make enough for a family to live on one income due to the high cost of living. She can only do 50-50 with male colleagues who she hardly sees working in a lab. Her job allows her to limit socialization and focus on her job, which is why she loves her job.

Monaco Monica is a late bloomer. She used to be bullied for being smarter than the other girls and laughed at for being a nerd. She didn’t live in an affluent neighborhood or town so learning wasn’t important there. Then when her figure blossomed girls in her class bullied her harder now that boys started looking at her. The few female friends she had when she was a stick turned on her when puberty hit and she got a C cup.

Monica started wearing bulky manly clothes and hanging with nerdy boys who accepted her but never fully trusted them because many were not as eager to be her friend before puberty hit and she got her chests.

Monica was traumatized and scared of dating and watched from the sidelines and saw how boys were using girls. She finally agreed to date a boy in her science lab who asked her out who then pressured her to sleep with him because now they are boyfriend and girlfriend. Why was she so weird not doing girlfriend stuff?

She slept with Ned the Nerd then immediately the next day heard from the lab boys how he had bragged how big her “jugs”/“honkers”/“balloons something unflattering & dehumanizing in equal measure were. Monica was completely crushed. She dreamt of a romantic prince and realized this was only in fairy tales.

In college she was smarter and tried dating apps. This way they would not brag to the lab. She noticed the girls dressed more feminine than her on them but gave it a try. She got used for sax by broke dusty losers from other universities limiting the age bracket. She got a job kept trying with a bit older but still males who made the same or less than her in 50-50 relationships.

Monica gave up on relationships and focused on her career. And then she saw an Anna Bey video. Finally what she was doing wrong made sense. She was being a romantic fool giving her body for free just because they ask. Monica then joined Anna Bey and Facebook suggested similar hypergamy groups. She found my writing in one of them. Monica is a silent reader who doesn’t comment on my posts but messages me.

She moved to a city like Monaco with her job, invested in a makeover, coaching, therapy, etiquette, bought Anna Bey courses. Take into account she had a good salary for where she lived before she moved to Monaco. Yes Monaco Monica did inner child therapy to make sure she is confident and regal around gentlemen. She healed that trauma. What she didn’t heal was her trauma with women and fear of networking. Since she was listening to Anna Bey before me, yes Monica has plastic surgery to look like a perfect Instagram beauty and looks natural.

Monaco Monica is very smart, relying on her brains & new looks alone. And she has one bad date after another. She messaged me on her situation and allowed me to post this - and asked me what was wrong with her. I asked her did she go to conferences and promote her work.

What I found out that Monaco Monica has a fraction of the salary and career growth she would have if she went beyond her fears and networked. She made every excuse why she couldn’t hustle and network to meet gentlemen. I told Monica “see your therapist to deal with your woman, people & networking trauma and maybe take socialization classes.”

“But I am an introvert.”

“Monica being an introvert is not cute among the rich. Many are self made or forced extroverts. Money is allergic to shyness. Maybe shyness is cute in a three year old but is a worse handicap than a broken leg in an adult. Treat it.”

She wrote to me that all gentlemen she met capable of providing were jerks again.

I said “it’s because you are not prequalified you are dating leftover

m👕n. So did you deal with overcoming your fear of networking in therapy? Your fertile years will dwindle away if you don’t put yourself out there. Why do you invest so much money making yourself the best product but find marketing that product so people who want to buy it know it exists it’s beneath you.”

So she told recently she finally got off the dating apps and is seeing a therapist finally for her fear of networking. She said it will take at least a year to develop confidence but she is happier. Not going on dates with jerks on apps greatly improved her confidence. She started volunteering for something and is too shy and quiet for it to be networking. Her therapist has been telling her controlled exposure is a good step to begin to network. Monica is terrified of women in person, and had structured her career to avoid them as much as possible.

Monica says her therapist is helping her gradually feel safe around women first without expecting it go somewhere. She has been doing inner child therapy and affirmations, gradually increasing her confidence. She says it’s going to be two years until she meets quality suitors but she is happy to not be around jerks and learn more how Monaco works. She said it is a very painful and slow process to work through her school trauma and limiting beliefs it resulted in.

She says the next step would be to feel comfortable and speak up volunteering, offer to do a task without over volunteering and trying to audition as I warn people about over volunteering. Monica said she went to a movie screening of a small independent film with a question and answer period. She stood in line, terrified and asked a question she researched on her phone. It was well received. Ladies and gentlemen went up to her after this, saying what a good question. She made a female friend with an older film enthusiast this way and got a date. She said the date isn’t what she is looking for long term and not compatible but a much kinder more considerate gentleman than she met online.

Monaco Monica wanted me to tell her story that progress from being an introvert to learned extrovert is slow but worth every second of this hard work.

You meet people through being excellent at hobbies, jobs in the professions where high value gentlemen are and go to industry conferences and say something smart while looking pretty.

When it comes to dating quality network is networth.

If you are shy and don’t want to die poor, invest in a therapist who teaches you how to overcome it. If you don’t get out of your comfort zone and go to high value places and befriend people.. you are going nowhere.

@Katharina was saying how level up girlies will go to a Starbucks in affluent area but not to get a cappuccino at an expensive hotel which is still affordable but the later is better for networking. A friend had coffee at the Fairmont or Ritz or this sort of a hotel and met a lady from where she was like Toronto or London UK or New York City or Palm Beach or San Tropez or etc when she was travelling. They struck a conversation and this lady has a nephew she wants to introduce to my friend. My friend brought a fascinating book with her to read that caught this lady’s eye. Let’s see what happens when she returns.

The key with networking with elite is reciprocity and fairness. Don’t try to grab their contacts but offer how you can better their life like fun positive mindset joyful cheerful company. If you have Instagram following or contacts or anything that will make the life of the rich person you are talking to easier offer it. Don’t ask for anything. Share some common experiences, build rapport. Be chill don’t suck up and have fun. Be different enough to be interesting and similar enough to build trust and rapport.

Affluent women are used to give give give me user moochers. So if you offer first with the little you have and try to be fair and reciprocal, they will respect that. They don’t want to be used. I know this Ukrainian immigrant now citizen that when she was new to the country because of how learned, cultured and educated she was about European museums, local affluent women kept trying to pay for her hotel and ticket to travel with them as a guide. She refused and said when she has her own money she will travel as an equal. And later she did just that.

The pre-approved dating pool is much better than the online dating pool.

Find where the gentlemen are. Now many autists are affluent so if you develop a geniune interest in science fiction and gain prominence in a Sci fi convention you could meet successful affluent gentlemen. Obviously being an opera singer or classical musician is a great way to meet billionaire or multi millionaire sponsors.

Working for a bank then networking at events. Think of it.

Get out there and try to network up as a hobby, not looking for results. Remember fairness, adding value and reciprocity is key. Send thank you notes. Make people feel appreciated never used.

Credit Maria Al Massani

[queenmolina]

Do you remember singing little (sometimes religious) songs at the beginning of every primary school assembly?

Now imagine, as the boys get older, them just going all out for those songs (especially when they get to be on the benches at the back of the hall) and actually singing their hearts out instead the half-hearted singing the rest of them do 😂

this just unlocked a memory oh god, i used to be ‘dj’ during assemblies and me and my friend would sit by the cd player and play entrance music for everyone (usually the joseph and the amazing technicolor dreamcoat soundtrack because i’m a theatre nerd shut up /lh)

anyway yes

flynn was in charge of the cds

their favourites were ‘this little light of mine’ and ‘if i had a hammer’ and the ‘cauliflowers fluffy’ song i forget the name

‘jetplanes meeting in the air to be refuelled and the things i love so well so i mustn’t forgettttt’

sitting on the benches in year six was a right of passage and the boys were so excited and kept gloating about it (julie sulked for a week because she’s still year five)

the whole gang still belt the old classics

luke unironically rewrote some of their favourites to be a bit less religious and tried to get the band to cover them

[thisstrangeobsession]

Okay, fellow Jekkies, let’s talk about an off-Broadway show called The Toxic Avenger, which has one of my favourite jokes in musical theatre and is catered specifically to us.

The plot is simple and classic, in a Little Shop of Horrors kind of way - a nerd loves a hot girl but is too shy to ask her out, his life in a polluted New Jersey town is awful, then BAM - he gets thrown into a vat of toxic sludge and basically becomes The Phantom of the Opera meets The Hulk. He saves the girl, who is blind, and pretends to be someone else so they can date but makes sure she never touches his face. It’s funny and heartfelt and angsty and all those good things.

But then there’s the villain - the mayor responsible for the constant influx of pollution and, well, toxicity to the town. She’s played by the same actress who plays Toxie’s (yes, that’s his nickname) mother.

Throughout the show, I noticed something odd and a bit suspicious: little photos of D*vid H*sselhoff popping up in the set. In Toxie’s home. On the mayor’s office wall next to her favourite politicians. And then, finally, in the hair salon where Toxie’s Mom has an appointment. Then the stylist announces the mayor is here to see her, and the actress comes out wearing a hybrid costume to sing THIS SONG (it’s 70% swearing so be aware), with choreography near-identical to Confrontation.

My friend, who knew of J&H but hadn’t seen it, had no idea why I laughed so hard. A joke so obscure you had to have watched the (admittedly not the best-known) musical it’s referencing to get it, and it came out of nowhere. I absolutely howled.

[ask-lady-blue]

Color Squad Headcanons!

Vicky Schmidt:

- She’s Puerto Rican, her parents both having immigrated into the U.S.

- Her and Oz have been best friends since Vicky was a young, living child. She just kind of found them and took them in. They’ve been together ever since.

-She has ADHD and has to take some medication for it. If she’s off her medication she’ll get easily overwhelmed in public and too hyper-focused on passion projects in private.

- She died in a car crash and out of desperation, Oz convinced a mad scientist to bring her back via reanimation.

- At first, Vicky was sort of a mindless corpse, much to Oz’s despair, but overtime she regained her memories and her personality came back with them.

-Vicky loves all forms of art. Her favorites are: painting, music, theatre, sculpting and cinematography

-Vicky is a borderline genius and a tech wiz. Imagine her excitement when she learns that one of her classmates is a computer!

Oz:

- Oz has been alive since man has felt the sense of fear for the first time, so they’re reeeeeealllyy old.

-They lived in a different dimension where time works different, so it’s like 1,000 years on earth is one year over there. Still, Oz is old.

-They came to Earth out of curiosity on how life is like there. They were only going to stay for a couple of years, but then they met Vicky and decided to just live there with her.

- Such a book worm, they are such a book worm! Oz loves all kinds of books. Their favorite are the classics like “Lord of the Flies,” and “1984,” because it gives them a better understanding of how human culture was shaped because of these stories.

- This is is a surprise to literally everyone, but they’re a bit of an unintentional anarchist. They don’t mean to, but they just happen to bring chaos and destruction wherever they go. They have fun though, nothing wrong with a bit of anarchy in their eyes.

- Oz never had a crush before in their long life..until they met a certain purple vampire in the late 90’s, but things never went anywhere and they parted ways only to meet each other again in Spooky High.

- Oz doesn’t have a last name but when one is needed they just use Schmidt cause they and Vicky did grow up together, and they’re practically siblings.

Brian Yu:

-Brian has no memories of his life before he died. It’s just this blur of events all mashed together. His death is also a mystery, not having a single clue how he died.

-He has narcolepsy, a common disorder among zombies. He’s required a study hall, so he can take naps at school. There are still times where he sleeps in class, and it’s gotten him in trouble.

- He joined football to help with his depression. The exercise helps, and it gives him something to do after school. (Also Scott is on the team, which is a mega bonus)

-Brian is a furry. He used to have a crush on Valerie and is now pining after Scott sooooo...

- He’s not open about it, but Brian is such a superhero nerd. He has a book shelf filled with comic books, and you bet your ass he cried like a baby during End Game.

- The man gives real solid advice. For someone severely depressed and slightly self destructive, he knows what to say in order to lift someone’s spirit, or help them with a crisis.

Amira Rashid:

- Amira comes from a large family of djinns. She had to share a home with three sisterss, two brothers, her moms, and cousins who had nowhere else to go.

-Her lifespan is connected to an artifact (probably a necklace). If it was destroyed then she will die, but as long as it’s intact then she will continue to live.

- I know that some of you guys like to stick with the idea that all of the characters are bi/pan, but Amira gives me strong lesbian energy. My blog, my headcanons. Cool? Cool.

- She is quite the music fanatic. Her tastes range from jazz to rock to folk. It was actually her idea for the group to start a band.

- Amira is very family oriented and holds the belief that a family is one of the most important group of friends that you can have. This includes honorary family, and she’ll sometimes call her closest friends “bro” or “sis.”

- Her fire hair can actually change color to blue when she’s REALLY mad. You know you fucked up when you start seeing some blue flames.

- She actually has a reputation at school for being one of the cool girls, ironically. She’s able to put on this cool girl act, but she’s actually stressed like 24/7. Listen, a large family, a chaotic group of friends, and dealing with the drama of high school can really put pressure on a girl.

[lost-eternity]

Match Up Requests: CLOSED Please read the pinned rules before requesting

Match up for: @ happythoughtfulstarfish

Okie dokie. I match you with...

Peter Parker/Spider man!

First of all, girl, you're very pretty :). Just thought that I would say that. Right. On to the match up.

Like, from appearances alone. You two would compliment each other so well. 🥰

With heels on, you'd most likely be taller than Peter Parker. 

Like. How dare you! He would do his best to one up you.

You occasionally catch him standing on his toes to try and match your height. And you look over at him like "???"

Cue mumbled excuses and awkward laughing

Then one day your heels go missing. And as you're looking around, you notice Peter is standing surprisingly tall. Upon further investigation you notice that he put on your heels. 

Would this guy actually steal your own heels just to one up you? He'll, yeah he would. It's all in fun and games though and he isn't too serious about it. 

But personality wise? Even better.

You are both serious nerds

It's not technically official but I head-canon that Peter Parker is a theatre nerd as well. I could just be Tom Holland seeping through but he gives off those theatre kid vibes.

You know how I mean.

He'd be wholly supportive of your hobbies. He would love to go and spontaneously buy random tickets to musicals on Broadway, even if you two don't get the best of seats. 

Just be prepared to watch a lot of cult classics with him.

Like. A lot.

Especially Star Wars. You two will watch those movies so many times. And every single time he will be dramatically (poorly) mouthing the lines along with the film because let's be real- he has all of the movie scripts memorized. 

He would also love to learn how to play an instrument from you. He'd be really bad at it. Honestly, he would be playing horrendously with this puppy-like jubilation that makes up entirely for his horrible pitch. It's adorable, really. 

Your morals also align perfectly and that works out very well because the both of you are incredibly stubborn and steadfast in your resolve. You both strive to see the best in people, even if it puts you in jeopardy. Critics would call it gullibility. But you would be able to keep each other in check.

Sometimes.

You would be a massive headache for those in SHIELD or anyone assigned to manage you.

I can imagine Peter roping you into one of his elaborate schemes after getting hyped on caffeine and the two of you raising hell together. With the best of intentions, of course.

Like, "no. You cannot kidnap an ice cream truck and drive it to the orphanage for the kids. That is called theft and that's illegal."

"I don't care if it will make the children happy!"

You both have an incredible drive to help others. Peter's just manifests in a way that is a lot more... potentially lethal. Whereas you are content enough to simply volunteer your time. 

Just. Don't ask to go with him on one of his super hero missions.

Trust me.

Peter has already lost people in his life. The poor boy would never forgive himself if he lost you as a result of his ineptitude on a mission. 

Don't put him through that

Because he is awkward as well, you two would do very well to motivate each other and encourage one another to step outside of your comfort zones.

Meet to new, make new friends

Honestly, you’d be perfect together

~

You probably met Peter's sophomore year of College.

It's a funny story actually. 

You volunteered with a charity service who was hosting a musical, "The Adams Family" The ticket revenue collected during the performances would be put to relief and conservation efforts in foreign countries.

Everything was extremely low budget. All of the cast members were volunteers and very few actually had much theatrical experience. 

But you did not mind too much. You were cast to play the role of Morticia. So no complaints there!

The venue you were performing in was actually lent to you for free. It was on a college campus, and the auditorium was actually decently sized.

The previous performances went off rather smoothly. The turn-outs had been decent as well, thankfully.  

It was closing night. Your final performance for the night. The audience was slowly filling into the room, that was when it happened.

One of the crewmembers on hair and makeup, completely new to the theatre environment actually asked out loud: "Wait, why can't we say 'Macbeth' again?"

Silence 

Dead Silence 

So quiet that the muted chatter of the audience could be heard from behind the heavy oaken doors of the female changing room.

The shit storm that followed would have been absolutely hysterical if everyone were not so panicked.

Those in the cast who actually had experience in theatre arts were whisper-shouting at the offending crewmember.

The others looked on, an expression of complete confusion plastered onto their brow

It's not like you could have sent her out to run around the entire college campus. You were on in 5.

Collectively,  you all decided to let it go.

It was just a legend after all.

"We'll be fine."

At least, that is what everyone told themselves. 

~

The night, surprisingly, went off without a hitch. There were a few technical difficulties with the lighting (the spotlight "affectionately" named Big Bertha refused to fully open its iris) and a few missed cues, but otherwise, the performance did not terribly fail as many feared. 

~

You and the rest of the cast were now hurriedly darting back from the bathrooms after intermission. It was a frenzied sprint around the back of the building to avoid the audience catching a glimpse of you. 

That was when you heard something that caused you to peel off the rest of the group.

It was this peculiar scuttling sound, followed by a darting figure.

You initially thought it was an audience member who had lost their way and turned down the winding path.

The narrow road itself was completely innocuous and actually just led to a dorm site. However, under the dark of the new moon, illuminated by few stray streetlamps, it felt kinda ominous. 

Having to remind yourself that you weren't actually in a horror movie, you continued down the path towards the figure, asking him if he were all right.

Then he stepped into the flood of light from a lamp, his movements kinda janky and angled.

This "person" was not a person at all. Rather it was a humanoid beast covered completely in rippling grey fur. Like 'Cousin It' jumped right out of the play and appeared on the street. But this wasn't your cousin. You knew the little girl who played him and she was much... much shorter. This thing cleared 213 centimetres! 

You wisely decided to run. 

And it gave chase, scuttling after you like some malformed beast.

So here you were, still in complete costume, being chased down the street but a Cousin It lookalike and screaming your lungs out.

You didn't get really far because Morticia's sprawling mermaid dress did little to help you move your legs. 

Cousin It caught up to you, a clawed appendage swiping against your ankles.

With a loud rip the dress tore and you fell. Pain flared through your elbows made contact with the grated pavement. 

Rolling onto your back,  you gazed up at the creature. Its purple fur glowing dimly under the backlighting of the street lamp.

For the first time you noticed its eyes, multiple gleaming plates meshed together to form one bulging eyeball,  like a fly or moth. Its mangy hair, overgrown and matted, reeked with a permeating stench you can only describe as rotting eggs. 

So maybe you were in a horror movie. And the horror movie was 'Mothman'... or maybe the curse of Macbeth was here and this creature was coming from retribution.  

Regardless of the reason, you did not have too long to think about it as the creature took a lumbering step towards you.  Then another... and a third... then it paused. 

It pulled against something, like a dog heaving against its leash. But it couldn't move another step 

"Stay where you are, Mothra." A trilling voice called. 

Blinking, you noticed a figure perching on the top of the lamp post, hanging upside down from a glistening web. Another web was attached around the creature's waist, preventing it from advancing. 

The blue and red was unmistakable. 

This was spider man! 

But why is he here? 

Cousin it gave a roar of complaint and swiped for the spider. He nimbly dodged out of the way, laughing the entire time. 

It was not long before he had Cousin It wrapped up in a thick cocoon of webbing, and was absently dialing something on his phone. 

You heard him mumble something about how much of a nuisance "A-Chiltarians" were. 

A-Chiltarians?

What was that supposed to be?

Spiderman seemed to notice you for the first time, and apologetically offered to escort you back to the play.

Which was practically ruined as intermission was over and no one seemed to be able to locate you

The audience was beginning to get antsy

To make up for lost time, Spider man grabbed you round your waist

Before you knew it, the two of you were flying 

Swinging from tree to lamp as you glided across the ground back towards the theatre. 

He dropped you off, literally dropped you, onto the stage, just in time for your next scene. 

You could hardly act through the confusion of WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED TO ME

The rest of the night, you were understandably preoccupied 

~

After the performance, the cast stood along the hallway, allowing the audience to meet and greet with them and pass out gifts.

A young man garnered your attention in particular 

With hazel eyes and mousy hair, he introduced himself as "Peter" and handed you a bouquet of flowers

And you find yourself looking at him like "Do I know you?"

He seemed rather apologetic for whatever reason and praised your performance 

Getting suspicious, especially after the events of that night, you had a feeling that he knew something he was not letting on to.

So you asked for his number.

And to your complete shock, he actually gave it

So. Over the course of one night, you were saved by the legendary spider man and got the number of a cute boy.

Maybe the curse of Macbeth is not so bad after all

[captainseaweedbrains]

1, 15, 30?

1. If someone wanted to really understand you, what would they read, watch, and listen to?

Reading would hands down be The Truth About Forever by Sarah Dessen. That book covers the topic of grief over a parental figure beautifully and how we express it. Since I lost my dad unexpectedly when I was little and struggled a lot with that grief, this book has really been the only one I’ve connected to with that subject.

Watching is Parks and Recreation because it pretty accurately depicts how working with the public is in a government setting (And I’m very similar to Leslie Knope in personality and work obsession). It’s ironic because I’m a librarian and they hate the library (which is an actual feud thing in my area), but those town meetings and people getting mad at you for the STUPIDEST of reasons (Currently it’s masks! Wheeeeee!) are too relatable. (Specifically the scene where the woman saw a sign not to drink the water but made tea anyways with it and now she has a rash. I can quote that entire scene) It’s also my type of humor and character growth.

Listening...Wicked. For many reasons: it introduced me to musical theatre, which I LOVE; it has a focus on female friendships at its CORE; it has strong women; the music is so dang catchy; The Wizard of Oz is one of my all-time favorite movies; and I love fairytales. So so good! 

15. Five most influential books over your lifetime

The Hunger Games because it’s stuck with me the longest out of many books I have read and brought back my love for reading and analyzing literature. And Everlark being pure and just great great characters (Peeta and Katniss are two favorite literary characters of all time). 😭

Percy Jackson and the Olympian series because I learned I loved fantasy and mythology-based stories through it. Plus I learned Greek mythology from it and Percy and Annabeth are such great characters (and more favorite literary characters of all time!). 🥺

Gone with the Wind because while I understand and see its obvious racial issues, this honker brick of a book gave me the confidence to start tackling other literary classics. I felt so proud finishing it. Scarlett O’Hara and Melanie Hamilton are two of my favorite literary characters of all time.

The American Girl series because I would not be the history nerd I am without these books. Specifically Kit and Felicity. SO MUCH of what I read, watch, and write today is in thanks to these books. Huge huge HUGE influence.

Little House on the Prairie series because again, I understand and see the racial issues of these books, but I was OBSESSED with these books as a child. I wanted to be a pioneer so BAD and this phase went on for almost 5 years. These books influenced me greatly as a reader and I absolutely played Little House on the Prairie with my neighbors; I was always Mary and Ma.

30.  Pick one of your favorite quotes.

I am the absolute worst with remembering quotes, but these two quotes stick to me: “She believed she could, so she did.” ~R.S. Grey 

“What doesn’t kill me doesn’t kill me. So fill me up for just another day.” ~”Just Another Day,” Next to Normal

Thank you for asking! :) 

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