#davey probably was yes i can see it

[hrhprincerichard]

Richard laughs at Grant's reply, not realizing the dig he'd made at celebrities. The sort of dig he'd only make to his closest friends or family. He grins when Grant says he feels lucky, the world cup is such a great thing to experience. While he might not think about the extent of his privilege around it he does know he's privileged to get to come. Right now he's just thinking about how it's a shame Grant is here with others. Except if he does want to stay out of trouble like his father told him to being around others is a good idea. Richard gives his best princely smile to each of the girls in turn as Grant introduces them. Not giving away his surprise when May dips into a curtsy and pretending not to notice her nonverbal attempt to get Cora to do the same. The surprise is less about the curtsy, lots of people curtsy to him, but the difference between Grant just walking up as if they're mates already and his sister doing a more formal greeting. And then there's Cora, somewhere in the middle. "Pleasure to meet you both."

"That's wonderful. Cora and I were just about to go get some daiquiris and maybe some food. You two want anything," May asked with a very broad grin and grabbing Cora's arm.

Cora looked surprised by May's comment and Richard wondered if she was instead hoping to stay now that Grant had brought him over. So far she hadn't come across as one of those royal obsessed birds but it wasn't always easy to tell.

Grant laughs, surprised, when Richard says he seems too genuine to be a celebrity. "Do I? Guess I can live with that," he answers with a grin, pleased that Richard thinks he's genuine and also amused at the slight dig on celebrities in there too. He grins again when Richard says he's lucky he got his mom's tickets. "Yeah, I do feel lucky," he agrees. So far the World Cup has been very fun. And now he's hanging out with Richard, which is also very fun. So yeah, Grant's feeling pretty lucky. Even more so when Richard matches his slower pace and smiles back at him. Another thrill runs down Grant's spine. He kind of can't believe he's hanging out with Richard. Getting a glimpse of that smile he used to look at in May's magazine, and it's directed right at him. "Yeah," he repeats Richard's words back, his grin pulling a little wider before he realizes that he probably sounds like an idiot now. Maybe it's a good thing that they've about reached May and Cora. "Uh--" Grant clears his throat and takes a quick sip of his champagne as they approach the girls. "Richard, this is May and Cora," he introduces them, nodding at them in turn. "May, Cora, this is Richard. He's gonna hang out with us for the next match."

[racetrackmybeloved]

spot deserved more.

will die mad about how criminally underused spot was in livesies. they set up his character so much just to give us... nothing. in act 1 they laid the groundwork for him to be this intimidating major character, his name was mentioned four times before he even appeared on screen.

"there was spot with all his cronies" - ensemble, carrying the banner

"spot conlon's turf!" - jack

"that spot conlon gets me a little jittery" - finch

"even spot conlon sent over a kid just to say 'next event you can count on brooklyn'" - david

and then they only gave him four lines.

"borough what gave me birth" - brooklyn's here

"newsies united!"

"let's see what pulitzer's got to say to you now"

"have a look out there mr pulitzer. in case you ain't figured it out, we got you surrounded"

brooklyn's here is a bop of an introduction song, but why is it all he gets? his entire presence in the musical is limited to:

show up

have a cool 'im the most powerful/respected person in this room' moment

push jack

shake hands with jack, slap a table, distribute the newsies banner

go to pulitzer with jack and davey, mostly just stand to the side

hug tommy boy (??)

sell papers again

that is it.

look, i'm not just saying this because of how much bigger his role was in 92sies, because obviously there are different constraints blah blah, but why bother setting up a character if all you're going to do with him is have him stand threateningly off to the side? for the majority of his screen time he's just standing there looking intimidating.

there are characters with even less (smalls, mike and ike come to mind), but none of them are set up as if they were going to be main characters. heck, none of their names are even ever mentioned! as opposed to spot’s, which is mentioned five times. (the aforementioned four, plus “let’s hear it for spot conlon and brooklyn!” from david).

also, they completely underused tommy bracco as a dancer. (yes i know that he was tommy boy in OBC but this is specific to the proshot, mostly bc that's all i've watched lol).

we know that tommy bracco is a damn good dancer, why wasn't he in the large group sections of the curtain call? aside from jack, davey, crutchie and les, he was the only newsie to not appear in the large group at the end. all of the other brooklyn newsies were there, just not him. (he did get a small group section with elmer, kid blink and sniper, but wasn't in the starting group dance either). also, for the end part of finale, he's standing off to the side with crutchie, les, kid blink and oscar. (ok that's probably just a spacing thing but. it still annoys me Let Him Dance). (also side note, oscar just ,, being there during finale is hilarious to me. and morris standing at the top for almost the entire song?? they look SO done)

but yeah. give me anything, give me how this (sorry tommy bracco) objectively tiny guy became the most feared newsboy in new york, tell me how he is as a leader, show me jack and davey going to talk to him, tell me what happened after the strike, GIVE ME SPOT CONLON

[more-sonorous]

It seems the people want my rant, since 100% of you answered yes to the poll— so here goes, and please don’t flame me too bad! I know uksies is beloved but after talking to @jackmkelly I gotta share my opinion

here goes

I really do not like Davey’s costume in uksies. I don’t despise all of it- I like the shape of his sleeves, the proper cut of his pants and the height of his collar, but I especially hate his color palette. Actually I sort of despise his color palette, or lack of one. Uksies colors Jack, Katherine, and Crutchie pretty well, and I’m only saying that because they manage to stand out splendidly against the mass of miserable, bland gray and black and white. In my opinion, they fucked Davey’s color palette up so incredibly hard— like WHY is Davey gray and brown like a background newsie? Why doesn’t he have any color at all?

(Take a moment to admire Ryan’s beauty and perfect Davey portrayal before rejoining me on my soapbox. Does this not look positively gray? It’s so *bland*.)

Okay so either I’m colorblind, or this is just the most boring, nondescript pallete known to man. why, even in act 2, is he still blending in with the background? You’d be hard pressed to spot bro in a group of newsies, which doesn’t make any sense because he’s co-leading a strike at this point.

in livesies (and also in 92sies), we see Davey’s personality journey in his costume. In livesies he adopts Jack’s signature blue, rolls his sleeves up and unbuttons his waistcoat to show that he’s truly grown into his position as leader. In 92sies, Davey’s silhouette also changes to mimic the casualty of Jack’s costume. The color symbolism in the film and in 92sies is really important to me and I think it shows off Dave’s journey as a character very well.

In uksies he just remains so boring and it makes me so angry because it’s literally blatant Davey erasure imho. Why doesn’t he get a smidge of Jack’s red? Or literally any other color? Just a necktie or some suspenders would suffice. Some sort of visible change. Why can’t he roll up his sleeves or unbutton his collar? I’ve seen people saying his color is green (I haven’t seen any physical green on his costume but I could be missing something. @make-friends-with-the-rats sent me a picture that looks fairly green but that disappears under the stage lighting, as you can see in the pics above) but idk. It just rubs me the wrong way that the only change we see is an unbuttoned vest.

Where’s the determination? Where’s the assimilation into the rest of the group? Ryan Kopel’s Davey is anxious, yeah, but he gets angry and frustrated in act 2. He has character growth that is not acknowledged in his costume.

Anyways, rant over. This has bothered me since I watched the bootleg. It’s probably not a big deal in the end but those are my thoughts lol. If you have a potential explanation for this choice pls do lmk

(Uksies lovers please do not flame me too hard, I love Ryan’s portrayal of Davey I just think they did bro dirty with the black and white fit. I have huge gripes with their costuming in general but this is the biggest offense to me. Again— love the production. It made serious strides and it was very well done. But this costume… :( )

[nthspecialll]

What do you think would happen if Sean and Kieran were alive in chapter 6? Would they be in guarma in chapter five? And what sides would they take in the end?

Kieran would not be in Guarma, in chapter four they are just starting to trust him, they would not bring him to the bank robbery, he would have to step up and help keep the others safe. I think that would be very interesting to see though, we hear that Charles and Sadie had to clear Lakay from thugs and Kieran would probably help there. We only really see him stand up as the criminal he is in six point cabin.

Kieran would also absolutely be on Arthur's side, he cares more for people than he does money and loyalty. He is quite a loose soul and wouldn't struggle with "betraying" Dutch, he probably wouldn't be there in the complete end, he would run with Mary-Beth or something similar, he is not staying til that gun fight.

As for Sean, he would be in Guarma. They need every gun they can get in the bank robbery and he wouldn't "sacrifice" himself like Charles did and thus stay in Saint Denis, so yes he goes to Guarma. As for what side he would be on, I actually don't know. While he is alive he is fiercely loyal, we see him half doubt once, however it is nothing special and when Arthur talks about Dutch to him he says people should get off Dutch's back.

The thing is, we don't know how he will react to everything that happens, we don't really see him react to any kind of betrayal because none happens while he is alive. I can argue for him taking both sides, but I am not certian in either.

He is a person who doesn't show that much care in killing, he happily kills rich people and anyone who works for them, he doesn't even seem to care about Heidi, the innocent girl Dutch practically executed. So doubt would not come from the amount of people they kill or their morale, where I however can see him get cautious with Dutch is when he gets wreckless with the lives of the gang. Sean loves the gang, they are his family. He doesn't seem to think too deeply about it with the deaths of Mac, Davey and Jenny, but maybe with Hosea, Lenny, Molly and the others he would take a second to think.

[daveysjackie]

Davey stood in front of the many varieties of milk, trying to remember which one Sarah liked in her coffee.

Okay, yes. She wasn’t coming for another few days but Davey had a bottle of wine and an old sitcom just waiting for his undivided attention this weekend. So he was going to buy this milk, go home, put on his favourite pyjamas, and not leave the couch till Monday morning.

“Hey, babe!”

A strange man walked over to him and leaned close, rapidly shooting off a few sentences.

“The name’s Jack. The gal with the black hair - probably glaring - is my ex. Would you please just go along so I can get rid of her?”

Davey was stunned by this, honestly, random situation.

Without really thinking, he smiled and exclaimed, “Jackie, what are you doing here?”

Jack beamed at him and stood by his side, wrapping an arm around his waist.

Davey cast a gaze to the side, only able to take in the smattering of freckles on the tanned skin and those sharp hazel eyes before turning his attention to the woman who stood opposite them, arms crossed and severely displeased.

“Remember I told you about Anne? She couldn’t wait to meet you.”

How someone as charismatic as Jack had ever been with someone who looked that sour and wicked was a mystery to Davey.

Nonetheless, he smiled and introduced himself. “I’m Davey. It’s lovely to meet you.” Just to annoy her more, Davey rested a hand on Jack’s chest.

“See? Told you I have a boyfriend.”

“Uh huh.” Anne was evidently still unconvinced.

Jack sighed theatrically. “I had big plans for this but oh well.”

And in yet another twist to what was supposed to be a dull day for Davey, Jack got down on one knee in front of him. He reached into his pocket and produced a ring.

‘I am getting proposed to, in the dairy aisle of the supermarket, by a total stranger.’ Davey narrated mentally. ‘Sarah is gonna love this story.’

(psst. feel free to ask questions about this silly little piece)

[fratboycipher]

I don't know enough about your oc's choose whichever one for this ask game.

ghost: Who or what haunts your OC? What happened? How do they live with their ghosts?

desire: What's one thing your OC wants more than anything in the world? Are they open with that desire? Why or why not? What would they do to fulfill it?

monster: Is your OC monstrous in any way? Is there something that makes them monstrous? Are they aware of their own monstrosity? Do they accept it or reject it?

:D thank you for the ask

im gonna do it for noname and SEA ORG RADIO. "thats two people" you may say. to which i say everything w them is funnier as a duo and frankly if i did just sea he'd be annoying

noname on the left, SEA ORG RADIO on the right (those links go to more detailed bios)

ghost: Who or what haunts your OC? What happened? How do they live with their ghosts?

noname is haunted by childhood in a highly restrictive and isolated cult! He was raised as sort of a golden child, isolated even from the usual cult-typical strong community with the intention of being a sort of enforcer of their ideals. He's out now, but sees echoes of them everywhere he looks(probably not helped by the fact that he's in a story called Cult Of Personality. it comes up a lot). And of course, the fear that they'll come back for him again.

He lives with it through direct action! He's a journalism major who does independent projects writing exposes on various high control groups and helps run and maintain resources for people escaping similar situations to him. He gets a little intense about it, and maybe just a little uses it as a substitute for actually unpacking his own issues. Don't worry about it

sea is also haunted by cult-related happenstance, but in a different way. he was an outsider who was the victim of targeted violence by a cult when he was a kid. or well, attempted victim, it didnt end up working out for the cult. either way he does not remember them fondly.

He lives with it through uh (checks notes) being really into cults. Like not in the "joining them" sense, he thinks that's lame, but he runs a college radio station dedicated to their activities and propaganda, keeps attending various cult meetings uninvited, and keeps trying to hook up with various leaders and/or godly figureheads. I am not quite sure how this helps, but he says it works for him. He and noname tend to uh. argue a lot

Unrelated, sea has been banned from several cults meeting grounds.

desire: What's one thing your OC wants more than anything in the world? Are they open with that desire? Why or why not? What would they do to fulfill it?

noname has two, basically entwined things, where one is that he wants noone to have to go through what he did, and the other being he wants the group he was raised in to be utterly obliterated so he never has to worry about them again. he's pretty open with both of these! he knows the first one is unrealistic, but thats what he's dedicated all his resources towards and would love for other people to join the fight. he's also open about the second one, and he and sea argue about it, in the sense that sea says its a very achievable goal and he should do it and noname asking sea to stop recommending he murder people. sea says booo coward

what sea wants is to hook up with naten kick davey mistavi in the nuts finish his programming homework yeah I dont know im not getting a straight answer out of him. I think that answers the are they open with it question too. As for why, for a guy who talks a whole fuckin lot he's a surprisingly private person

monster: Is your OC monstrous in any way? Is there something that makes them monstrous? Are they aware of their own monstrosity? Do they accept it or reject it?

Yes for both of them! They're both a kind of entity called a godling, which can mean a lot of different things but in their case both means they're vaguely inhuman omniscient something-or-others. And also it comes with autism. Like, it ended up being written as a metaphor for growing up with autism, and then i gave them autism anyway. That's not relevant, moving on

sea grew up very aware of what he was, with generally supportive parents who weren't exactly human(not godlings either, but tomato tomahto). hes used to adapting to and functioning with all it entails and considers it an integral part of him, so id say accepts

noname on the other hand grew up raised by a cult of more or less normal humans who hid what he was from him, and he didnt know beyond the instinctual feeling of Somethings Not Right until he got out of the cult and went to college. So he is aware, but it's still all a bit new to him, he's very uncomfortable with it and tends to suppress it in ways that aren't too healthy. Not quite rejects but not quite accepts, he's kind of in the middle about it. as i said. he and sea argue a lot

[we-are-inevitable]

vivid picture in my head of jack looking at davey all pleading because his character is one death saving throw fail away from being full dead and their party doesn't have revivify because nobody wanted to play support and davey refusing to bend the rules to save jack's character when he rolls another fail. also jack's character had a normal person name like. mike. and years later whenever they're bickering for fun jack will say "well you killed mike my best friend mike!" and davey just has to take it because he did kill mike. nobody else knows what's going on

-asper

YES. all of this. oh my god im using this as an opportunity to rant for a second. rest in peace mike

jack is such a dramatic player and he really loves jokingly lying to davey while they’re playing. like

“Let’s see… Uh, Jack.”

“Yes.”

“Does a 25 hit?”

“…No.”

“Really? Huh. I’m pretty sure it hits.”

“Nah. Nope. I’m pretty sure it doesn’t.”

and it’s that playful bickering that really gets them going bc what’s the point of d&d if you don’t have fun with your boyfriend ???

also i feel like jack kelly as a character is a tiefling rogue. but i feel like jack kelly as a Player would really love playing as magic casters, primarily a sorcerer- and i think that wild magic fits him so well

jack takes his characters so seriously. even his joke ones. i can see jack being a middle school anime kid who made OCs and looked up deviantart adoptables on pinterest and was constantly drawing his own little people in his sketchbooks (even though he takes that to the grave) and that weird kid never left- he was just dormant until davey put a character sheet in front of him

davey is the same with his NPCs though lets be real. the day jack draws davey’s favorite NPC is the day davey considers proposing

i don’t think that jack would ever DM but charlie probably would, and jack and davey are menaces when they’re both players. their characters always end up sleeping together and falling in love. it’s inevitable (hah)

anyway yeah jack gets really invested in his little gay people in a way neither himself nor davey expected and it’s a great time for the both of them

@loving-jack-kelly

[joeythefrog]

things my director has said as newsies Race: A l b e r t, Albert, albie.... this is for Albie if you can't tell Davey: ...alright if you want to say fag let's just make your character as gay as you are so we don't get cancelled Davey, five minutes later: Race that wasn't an excuse to replace your monologue with just saying faggot over and over again because you're gay now Race: but- Daveeee :( Albert: lighting- is, yes we should have lights on, this isn't a fucking marvel movie where you can't see shit Spot: must we turn the lights on? I don't want to see your face Albert: this video is for- uhhh *starts fucking mewing???* ....I'm sorry you had to see that Buttons: alright, if one of you fucks wants to tell me what your actual sizes are so I can do my job and get you your costumes, that'd be appreciated Race: infinity on a bagel Buttons: I don't find you funny Race: well alrighty then! Spot: uh as a character summary for you it's just sorta *screaming his head off and making big motions* yeah, probably didn't need to be physical but I needed that Jack: quiet on set! Jack: ...Race, Albert, I see that you are wearing t-shirts saying set and quiet, and are doing piggy back rides, I would like to start off with saying that it's completely unprofessional and doesn't have a place here, but I'd like to finish with that being sick as fuck joke

[kylesvariouslistsandstuff]

Since I'm currently fixated on it, I'll point out a weird chronology thing in the movie EIGHT CRAZY NIGHTS... Yes, that 2002 animated Adam Sandler gross-out holiday movie... Because it's just what I do, I have this obsession with when things take place in movies.

In the movie, the character Whitey Duvall is turning 70 years old. And it's set around Christmas and Hanukkah, so... This implies that Whitey will either turn 70 at the very end of the year, or some time in the next year. Spring at the latest...

So, in a flashback scene much later in the movie, we see that Whitey's high school prom took place in 1946.

Typically, a high school senior in America is 17 by the time of prom, let alone graduation. I was 17 when I graduated, and would turn 18 later that fall. I was one of those "started school late" kids. I was probably a year ahead, but no matter.

So, prom of 1946 implies that Whitey was born in 1929. He turns 70 in the year 1999. 1999 was the year the Adam Sandler album STAN AND JUDY'S KID came out - September to be exact, which introduced the Whitey character.

EIGHT CRAZY NIGHTS was released in November 2002, and it's common for animated movies - given the long time it takes to make one - to be set a little before release or be a bit behind. Sometimes they can be a little outdated with their pop cultural references and imagery because of that, for example THE JUNGLE BOOK vultures being portrayed as the 1964-era Beatles when the movie was released at the end of 1967.

At one point in the movie, the character Benjamin is showing Whitey and Davey a Game Boy Advance. The Game Boy Advance debuted in North America in June 2001. Davey refers to it as just a "Game Boy" when insulting Whitey after he mistakes it for an Etch-a-Sketch.

It's very possible that the animators, during production, drew it as a Game Boy Advance because it was out and new at the time. The script probably refers to it as just a Game Boy or even just a handheld console.

Now, this detail sticks out to me because then the movie would be set in 2001... Whitey would have to have been born around really really late 1931 or early 1932, then... He'd be 14 in 1946, no way he'd have his senior prom! It's clearly set in 1999, but Benjamin has something that wasn't released in the real world until 2001!

I know, I know... I am looking WAY too much into this. I'm autistic, whaddaya expect? Lol.

Animated movies sometimes invent their own chronologies. Stories in general kinda do that. You know how many period pieces have vehicles in them that were manufactured after the year they're ostensibly set? Yeah, it's just one of those things...

And **I** notice them!

(You could imagine how much the "8 Years Later" title card in SPIDER-MAN: HOMECOMING really, reaaaaally threw me off, lol)

[transmascxielian]

its MY tumblr blog and i get to painstakingly write out an animatic i'll never make. SO ive got a heaven official's blessing piano man animatic in mind and i just can't shake it

ages ago i was listening and came up with this stupid concept just for the sake of funniness where i was imagining it as xie lian singing, mu qing and feng xin passive-aggressively going back and forth at each other with piano and harmonica respectively, hua cheng backing xl with the accordion, and shi qingxuan playing the lyre/mandolin in the background. and that was it for the longest time and was just a joke. but then i listened again and now have accidentally associated the lines with everyone

'he says 'son can you play me a memory? i'm not really sure how it goes, but it's sad and it's sweet and i knew it complete, when i wore a younger man's clothes''-- this is fairly nebulous because i don't know enough about him (sorry!) but this just makes me think of mei nianqing.

'now john at the bar is a friend of mine, who gets me my drinks for free, and he's quick with a joke or to light up your smoke, but there's someplace that he'd rather be'-- shi qingxuan. their whole feeling of lost potential. 'he says 'bill i believe this is killing me', as the smile ran away from his face, 'well i'm sure that i could be a movie star, if i could get out of this place'' once again. you're there and you have a role and youre good at your role. but can't shake the feeling that you could do so much more.

'now paul is a real estate novelist who never had time for a wife, and he's talking with davey who's still in the navy, and probably will be for life'-- this may be a little bit gauche but pei ming and shi wudu. pei ming's fuckboy reputation which may or may not be a front for just not having enough energy to give to one person. and the navy -> sea association aside, spending time with the other person there who can't commit. and they both definitely fucked but regardless of that this brings us onto

'and the waitress is practising politics as the businessmen slowly get stoned, yes they're sharing a drink they call loneliness, but it's better than drinking alone'-- ling wen. reduced to serving the other gods despite being more than capable (or perhaps because she's more than capable) intellectually. finding escapism from this place she's put in through others who are similarly disregarded in a sense based on reputation. the three tumours as three people who bonded initially only out of having nobody else really to turn to.

'it's a pretty good crowd for a saturday, and the manager gives me a smile, cause he knows that it's me they've been coming to see to forget about life for a while'-- jun wu, and how xie lian is such an emblematic figure for better or worse, representing everything idealistic and perfect about the heavens, and in the end being such a figurehead (and, when needed, an easy punching bag) that everything wrong with his heavens goes unnoticed for so long.

'and the piano, it sounds like a carnival, and the microphone smells like beer, and they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar and say 'man, what are you doing here?''-- hua cheng, watching and waiting for him the whole time. giving xie lian support and sustenance in everything he does for the heavens, and never telling him to leave, but wondering the whole time why he does all this for a system that doesn't deserve him. loving him enough to let him live by his own choices, but loving him too much to not be eaten up by watching him do this and receive nothing in response.

this is by no means perfect nor the best character analysis/song application. and it does bug me that nothing stood out to me to be right for mu qing and feng xin (i think about the xianle quartet a lot.) but i had such a vivid feel for everyone i mentioned here that they didn't feel right for the song. anyway if you've read all of this i love you and please talk to me about tgcf

[misskattylashes]

I have had to say something because I am fed up with all the hate directed towards Alex. And Miles being painted as some tragic Victorian heroine sitting at her window weeping, waiting for her handsome prince to return to her.

Does Miles look unhappy to you? He has a successful career, great friends, a lovely home and most of all, his beautiful little dog. Has it ever crossed your mind that he might be happy single?

Has it ever crossed your mind that maybe him and Alex could possibly have a relationship? They constantly share clothes, Miles has frequently slipped up...only recently speaking about when they’re sitting on the sofa of an evening with their acoustic guitars. How do we think Alex got the idea from Miles of having a screen that reflects the audience, recommended The Mysterines to support AM in the UK, asked Miles to appear at The Emirates Stadium in June, and most of all support the band in Ireland? It’s not done by osmosis. Alex and Miles have a relationship. Whether or not it is sexual is not for me to say. But just because you don’t see them together doesn’t mean they aren’t friends. They live within minutes of each other in London and share many mutual old friends – including the rest of AM and the likes of Tyler and Davey.

I hear many people say when it is suggested Louise is a beard, that Alex would not do that. Alex became famous at 19. He was young and impressionable, and once again I am not saying whether any of his relationships have been fake, but once he started to blossom it was pretty obvious he was going to be a heartthrob and a big selling point to the US audience. His cute little bromance with Miles would have become problematic so he may well have been advised to enter ‘straight’ relationships to keep up the hetrosexual image. Yes he is now a grown man, but fear of coming out can be crippling but it doesn’t mean, in private a person doesn’t have fulfilling relationships. He is probably bound by iron-clad contracts to do certain amounts of publicity, and if spending a few days a year with a girl he’s friends with, who will also benefit from the relationship, means he can live the rest of his life in peace with Miles or whoever he is in a relationship with then let him do it.

Most of all stop turning Miles’ life into a fan fic. I write them myself but I perfectly appreciate the real Miles and Alex aren’t the ones in my imagination.

[wyked-ao3]

writer questionnaire

Tagged by @ink-flavored here and @the-letterbox-archives & @mundanemoongirl & @nczaversnick & @thecomfywriter

How long have you had your writing Tumblr/Writeblr? A fast and loose estimate is fine!

I post story's on ao3. But snippets and stuff here and a few months a little before April?

What led you to create it?

I saw a few other ao3 people had Tumblr and I joined...got confused then came back to try again a few days before the boop war and I ended up staying after the boop war due to making a few friends

What’s your favorite thing about the Writeblr community?

The support, getting to see others hard work. Making friends along the way and of course the OC's that we all fall in love with.

What’s one thing you’d like your mutuals to know about you?

I love talking about books, wips and fanfictions or just your characters or world building. I admit sometimes I don't know what to reply so if I'm silent I'm probably thinking about a reply or you managed to hit a time slot I'm busy or sleeping but I will reply eventually... 0_o

Is there anything you’d like to see more of on your dash?

My mutuals stories, I love to follow them as they are written and get insight into the characters. Chances are you will have at least one oc i will fangirl over and I'm going to apologize now lol

WIP it Good

Which Works-in-Progress (WIPs) or writing projects are you noodling about, lately?

The Pirate king of deaths redemption which will be book one of the pirate's cursed god series. I'm thinking it will have 4 stories and 2-3 mini stories

How long have you been working on them?

The idea since I was about seventeen

The plot I'm still figuring out

The characters some are old and some are new...infact two new ones arrived to the story yesterday ken will not be getting a major role he's just a background character.

World building since I was 19

Actually writing started about a month ago in seriousness and little snippets a month before that

Do you remember what inspired them/what got you started?

Tbh I'm not entirely sure what I was thinking but it's happening so let's roll with it

But I have always had a fascination with lore and supernatural beings and I was in a pirate phase do that might have something to do with it

How much time, in your best estimation, do you spend thinking about them?

Way to often..when I'm not writing I'm usually plotting out the next few scenes and consequences to it

When someone asks the dreaded, “What do you write about,” question, what do you usually say?

No one offline knows I write, but if I was asked the question by one of y'all.

I'd say mostly fanfiction but I'm starting a queer fantasy pirate story...just don't ask me about their cursed god yet as he is staying silent. I figure book to or three he will start talking or I may have to break out the threats again 0_o

What do you want to say (if it’s different from what you do say)?

Whatever the characters tell me to write and then I get to have the fun of tagging it 0_o (side note to myself I need to find a place I can find genres and stuff with a base description )

Let’s Rotate Blorbos

Name any characters you created.  Side characters, protagonists, antagonists, characters who’ve never been written, the first original abomination you ever pulled from your ass; whomever you’d like!

Daimhín,Oisìn, Jade,Galen, Briath, Morana, Heather, Coinín, Mal, Adoh, Taz, Amon, Oscar , Rob, Queen Kia, Queen Coral, princess Anne, Hill, Eric, Nimue, Death, Nyx, Davey jones, Nereza, Kieran pirate queen Eris, ken, pirate king cutthroat, and a ton of others who are not coming to mind right now

Who’s the most unhinged?

Amon, Briath and Morana are fighting for the title

Who comes the most naturally for you to write?

Oisìn at the moment, but I have a feeling Jade and Briath will both be easier to write when I get to them

Do you ever cringe at them?

Yes especially when writing certain things, yes I want to include them but some things just don't come naturally to me

How much control do you feel you have over your characters?  AKA, do they ever “write themselves,” refuse to cooperate, or do things you didn’t expect? To what degree? Are some less cooperative than others?

🤣 they write themselves mostly while arguing with me so it's a blast sometimes and change things frequently well most if that can be blamed on Amon

Do you enjoy people asking questions about your characters? And do you have a preferred means of receiving said questions? For example, as Asks, as replies, as reblogs, as tag notes, as comments on AO3, etc.

No preferred method I will interact with them all although sometimes I don't get notifications on tags for some reason

I will talk about my wips or OC's or we can talk about your wips and OC's ...or mutual interest or anything you want to info dump on.

On Writeblr Engagement

What makes you want to follow another Writeblr account? Do you follow ‘em as you see ‘em, or take time scoping out the blog to make sure you align with its content? Do you follow based on WIPs, or vibes?

I like most genres so I usually just scope for vibes and see what their wip is about or a published/posted work. I'm not picky so I follow quite a few writers lol

What makes you decide against following?

I try to avoid politics I don't mind a few post but if it's all politics I tend to back away or if I see them bullying or harassing people or threatening animals.

Do you interact with non-mutuals often?

Sometime but I usually like to scope people out first as I have stated in the past, I'm shy so sometimes I have to work through that first.

Do your mutuals’ characters occupy space in your noodle?

Yes to list a few

Ari from a starwars fanfiction by @lillybaaaka

Val and Kaz by @jev-urisk

Ashley by @gioiaalbanoart

almost all of @the-golden-comet s OC's

Royston is my favorite oc of @fortunatetragedy s story and that's not going to change easily.

And several others I'll stop listing now or we will be here all day and I do mean that literally.

Np tag @jev-urisk @the-golden-comet @thatuselesshuman @gioiaalbanoart @fortunatetragedy @aintgonnatakethis @lillybaaaka @evilwriter-originals @stars-forever

[all-hail-the-witcher]

questionable government spies but better written and five years late, chapter 3: i’m not one for bullying, but i am one for bullying nepo babies!

yeah it’s been like 10 months. you win some you loose some, ok?

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words: didn’t count, at least a few thousand

warnings: lots of swearing, gangs mentions, davey is an asshole

edited: kinda!!!

tags: @jack-kellys @ainti-pretty @boygirlctommy (let me know if you want to be tagged)

ch1 | ch2 | read on ao3

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“Jesus fucking christ don’t any of you dipshits know how to fucking merge ?” 

Albert blinked his eyes open blearily and then immediately shut them again. The rising sun reflecting off of what was probably miles of cars and tractor trailers gave him an instant headache. 

“Are we there yet?” Jack asked from the back seat, voice thick with sleep. 

“No we’re not fucking there yet,” Race cursed. “If we were I’d be cursing much fucking more.” 

Albert couldn’t help but smile. It felt so good to be back with Race. “You know I could have driven,” Albert said. 

“Like fucking hell I was going to let you do that,” Race took his eyes off of the road for a brief second to glare at Albert. “First you’re injured-“

“I’ve had worse.” 

Race ignored him. “You look like you haven’t slept in a week-“

“Hitchhiking from Canada is hard work!” 

“And it was one thing on the fucking bumble fuck backroads, but this is fucking 95. People don’t fucking know how to drive here.” Race swerved into the right lane and layed on the horn and flipped off the Jeep that had just cut him off. “See?” 

Unfortunately, Race was correct. Despite the fact that Albert had raided a Walgreens in not only Chicago, but also somewhere in the maze of corn that was Ohio, his shoulder was still fucked and his nose was regrettably getting more and more stuffed. Normally he would down 9 advil with half a bottle of DayQuil and pass out for six hours, but he wanted to be at least mostly conscious when he entered Davey’s office. So he’d been alternating between taking advil and DayQuil every four hours. It was nowhere near as helpful as his usual dose and he felt like absolute shit. The one driving shift he had taken, at midnight through Pennsylvania, had been absolute hell. But Race didn’t need to know that. 

“Are you sure you don’t want me to drive?” Jack asked. “You’ve been going since two and-”

“Jack,” Race interrupted. “Can I ask you a question?” 

Albert smirked. 

“Yes?”

“Have you ever driven into Manhattan at 7:30am?” 

“No.”

“That’s what I fuckin thought.” 

Jack hesitated. “So do you not...want me to drive?” 

“I’d rather fucking retake fucking high school fucking chemistry again than fucking let you get behind the fucking wheel right now.”

Albert tried to hide his laughter unsuccessfully. 

Race took his eyes off of the road for a brief second to side eye him. “Albert Dasilva rush hour traffic is not a laughing matter.” 

“Sorry,” Albert muttered, biting his cheek to keep the rest of his laughter in. 

“But why is it different from rush hour traffic in any other state?” 

“Watch and learn,” Race said. “Albert, badge me.” 

Oh this was going to be good. Albert opened the glovebox and pulled out Race’s FBI badge. In all their years as agents they had wanted to do this but had never had a good enough reason, until now, evidently. 

“Why do we need a badge to get through the toll plaza?” Jack asked. “Are they going to give us a discount or something?” 

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Race scoffed. “We work for the government, not the fucking mafia.” 

Albert snorted. That was one way of putting it. 

As they drove through the toll plaza Albert felt adrenaline begin to course through him, momentarily taking his mind off of his sorry state. This job was so much better with a partner. This was something that he knew, obviously, but he came face to face with it every time he was out on his own for long periods of time. Albert had hitchhiked across his fair share of the country on his own and it was always hell on earth. It made him appreciate moments like this even more, the small moments of insanity in an otherwise, generally frustrating job. He could die at any moment, but at least he had Race by his side and some kind of scheme brewing between them. 

Like right now. 

“Why are you going into the bus lane, Race. We are not on a bus.” 

“Watch and learn, Jackie,” Race smirked as he rolled down his window. The state troopers were already approaching the car.

“Sir this is a bus lane only,” one of them said. “You are going to have to exit.”

Race dramatically flipped open his badge like they do in the shitty cop movies. “Racetrack Higgins,” he said. “I’m with the FBI. Me and my partners are on a time crunch to get into the city.” 

“And what does that have to do with this here bus lane?” The trooper crossed his arms. 

“I’d tell you but you know how it is, FBI, secrets, alla that,” Race waved his hands around vaguely. “In fact, I should make you sign an NDA just for talking to me.”

The trooper was unamused. 

“Look man,” Race said. “This is a life or death situation here. You either let me through or I tell the head of the New York FBI that you, personally, are the reason why I am late, and lemme tell you, that is not going to be good for either of us.”

The trooper considered. Behind Race, buses began to honk impatiently. 

“C’mon man, I’m holding up the line of disgruntled commuters here.” 

“Fine, just this once,” The trooper said, stepping back from the car and waving Race through. 

Race rolled up the window and stepped on the gas. A small, devious smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. Oh, what Albert would do to see that smile. 

“Boys,” Race said, pulling into line with the other buses. “We’ve fucking done it.”  

“ Fuck yeah man,” Albert shouted, reaching over to fist bump Race.

“What did we do, exactly?” 

“Bypassed all of the fucking tunnel traffic,” Race said, drumming on the steering wheel. “It's an absolute game changer.”

“But you said it was a life or death situation…?”

“Uhh…yeah?” Race looked at Jack through the rear view mirror. “Jacobs is going to fucking kill us if were any more late than we already are.” 

“Why are you guys so afraid of him?” Jack asked. “He’s just another guy working for the same people we do, he’s barely got more clearance than you do.” 

Albert smirked as Race made eye contact with Jack in the rear view mirror. 

“Let’s revisit that thought when we’re done with the meeting, capisce?” 

And an hour later, when they were all finally sat in Jacobs’s office, Jack really did look like he was rethinking that comment. Albert didn’t blame him. 

“You’re late,” Jacobs said, slamming the door shut behind him. 

“My apologies,” Race said. “One of us was dead less than twenty four hours ago.” 

“What, you think crime stops when people die?” Jacobs sat down behind his desk. 

Race opened his mouth to respond but Jacobs fixed him with a glare. 

“I want to keep this brief,” Jacobs said. 

Finally, something they could all agree upon. 

“I don’t want you here,” Jacobs said. 

Race snorted. Albert choked down a laugh. Jack looked confused. 

“Glad we’re on the same page,” Race muttered under his breath. 

Jacobs ignored him. 

“The only reason you are allowed back here is because we need your help.” It looked like it pained Jacobs to say that. 

“Could I get that in writing?” Race asked. 

Albert elbowed him. 

Jacobs glared harder. “I can still fire you.” 

“You just said you needed my help.” 

“Race,” Albert whispered, bumping his leg against Race’s. 

Jacobs watched the two of them with a bemused expression before continuing. 

“A man named Sean Conlon turned himself in this morning. He’s a member of The Anonymous, a gang we have been trying to take down for years.” 

“What does this have to do with us?” Albert asked. He was familiar with the name. He didn’t know much, but he knew they were dangerous. He thought that Finch might have mentioned them before. 

“It doesn’t have anything to do with you,” Jacobs said. “It has to do with him.” He pointed at Race. 

“Me?” Race raised his eyebrows. 

Albert did not like where this was going. 

“He said he will only talk to you,” Jacobs said. 

“How does he know who I am?” Race asked. 

Albert was wondering the same thing. He and Race had fucked right out of New York as soon as they could. It didn’t make sense why a gang member would be on a first name basis with him. 

“I don’t know, and I also don’t care,” Jacobs said in true Jacobs fashion. “I want to take these fuckers down. So the case is now yours. Don’t fuck it up.” He slid a fat case file across the table. 

Albert glared at it like it would bite him. 

“It’s going to be a few weeks before I’m able to do field work again,” he said, gesturing to his arm that was still in the sling. “So I am not sure when we will be able to-“

“Oh you’re not doing anything, Dasilva,” Jacobs said, his smile sickeningly sweet. “You and Kelly, was it? Are on behind the scenes work exclusively. Higgins will be in the field.” 

Albert felt his heart drop down to his feet. 

“Sir-“ he said, trying not to let his voice shake. “I don’t think that’s-“

“I don’t care what you think,” Jacobs said. “This is the first solid lead we have had on this case in years. Higgins is going to be in the field and that’s final. Now for your assignments…”

He started rattling off addresses and places and Albert tuned it out. He could blame it on the pain or the cold he was definitely catching when Race asked him about it later. Race and him were a packaged deal. Together or bust. Usually it was Albert in the field, Race on backup. Not because Race couldn’t handle himself. But because it hurt Albert too much to see Race get hurt. He had seen enough of that when they were kids. He could keep Race safe now. That was why it was always him throwing his life on the line, jumping in front of bullets and off bridges and exploding things and detonating things and doing whatever he needed to do to make sure that Race could go to bed in one piece at night. And Jacobs wanted to throw him straight into the fire now? In New York? He was worst than a jerk he was a fucking-

“Dasilva!”

Albert snapped out of his thoughts. 

“Hm?” 

“Pay some attention. I said you’re working at the Starbucks in Times Square and-“ 

“No the fuck I’m not,” Albert said, surprising himself. 

“I beg your pardon?” Jacobs looked like he was considering stabbing Albert with the pen he was holding in his hand. 

“No I’m not,” Albert repeated. “If you want me on this case, I’m working at 99c pizza. That’s my one condition.” 

Jacobs considered. He knew Race and Albert were a packaged deal. They already had been. 

“Fine.” Jacobs said. “But I’m not making any other exceptions for you two.” 

Albert nodded. His arm was hurting again. He didn’t realize how tense he was. He needed to go lay down. He needed this meeting to be over. He needed to go curl up next to Race and maybe that would wash out the numbness. 

It was far too long before Race was tapping his arm and offering him his hand. He just managed a curt nod to Jacobs as he followed Race blindly out the door. 

“He was…interesting,” Jack said as soon as the elevator doors closed. 

“Told you,” Race said, though it lacked his usual snap. 

“Still can’t believe the New York FBI headquarters are in the fucking H&M building,” Jack said, mostly to himself. 

Albert grunted in agreement. It truly was the stupidest thing about this place. Who the hell had had the bright idea to put the damn FBI headquarters in Times fucking Square of all places? 

Just thinking about the nightmare of this building and the sensory overload that was down on the street below them that he was going to have to walk through in a few minutes made his head hurt. He let his eyes fall closed. 

Race’s hand was immediately on his uninjured shoulder. 

“Do you know where you’re going, Jack?” Race asked. 

Jack must have nodded because no one said anything else. 

All too soon, the elevator dinged open and Albert was forced to open his eyes as they were deposited in the Times Square H&M stockroom. 

“Stay close,” Race whispered. 

Albert didn’t need to be told twice. 

He let Race steer him through the throngs of people, letting his guard drop for the first time in over a week. He knew he should be on alert, but it was Race. Race would never let anything happen to him. 

“We just have to head to the van real quick,” Race whispered in his ear. 

Race could have led him anywhere and he wouldn’t have cared. 

He waited, leaning against the van as Race grabbed their go bags out of the back. He heard Race say goodbye to Jack, he must be staying somewhere different than them. Albert tried to take his bag from Race, but Race just brushed his hand away. 

“Not tonight, Albie,” he laughed lightly, as if this was a normal situation. Well, Albert guessed it sort of was. How awful was that. 

Race slid his free hand back into Albert’s and suddenly they were back on the street, back in Times Square and all the lights were blinding him, making his head hurt worse. He shut his eyes. Race would lead him home. He always did. 

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sincerely hope it’s been worth the wait lol. let me know what you think!!!

[very-straight-blog]

Totally agree about many people creating this sterilised perfectly behaved Ewan in their head. Of course he knows about daveys sense of humor, he might even have more of an “edgy” sense of humor too. He’s a working class guy who said all of his friends work in construction, he’s probably around more edgy jokes than what Davey posted all the time. It doesn’t make him a bad person, Ewan can’t possibly live up to the expectations people have for him at this point. It’s just weird for people to project their own morals on to him and think he wouldn’t be ok with something or must not be aware of something when we literally do not know him at all, it’s just setting people up to be disappointed in the future when they do inevitably hear something about Ewan that doesn’t match their own morals. I understand what Davey did was offensive and wasn’t professional to be posting on his work account and many are not ok with that kind of humor and that’s valid. But to pretend Ewan isn’t aware of what “kind of person” Davey is because they’d be disappointed if he knows and still chooses to work with him is ridiculous.

Yeah, I agree with everything! Again - I don't find such humor funny myself, and I wouldn't joke about these topics, but it's still just humor. Yes, Davey shouldn't have posted this on his work account, for everyone to see, but that's all. This is not some big problem, stop canceling Davey, seriously. And yes, Ewan doesn't have social media, but I'm sure Davey uses his sense of humor in everyday life and you don't have to look at his Instagram to know about it. Ewan didn't grow up in a palace, I don't think that something like this can surprise or shock him, and yes, perhaps he likes such jokes himself - and THIS IS NOT A PROBLEM. And the problem is how diligently people try to make some kind of idealized picture out of him, which is anything but a living person. And yes, anon, you're right, it'll lead them to disappointment in the future.

[crimsonscloud]

you know what. it's missing norton!bruce hours (again) and i got some headcanons to share this time. below the cut because we might be here a while.

general / misc headcanons:

based on norton's screenplay for the incredible hulk, this bruce's full name is david bruce banner. (this is also how i mentally differentiate between norton and ruffalo's portrayals; to me, norton!bruce is david, ruffalo!bruce is robert.)

his mother used to call him "davey" as an affectionate nickname when he was little.

frankenstein is one of his favorite books because his mother read it to him. (this one is canon to the ih novelization)

he adores dogs and adopts a puppy between the avengers and age of ultron. (i don't have a name for the puppy yet.)

he likes studio ghibli films and finds the animation style relaxing.

learned russian while getting one of his phds, like in the comics.

inspired by this panel from the "super spy banner" arc in the comics: he likes james bond. and yes, he absolutely takes the chance to say "the name is banner. bruce banner" when he's doing an infiltration mission (probably with natasha and/or clint) or something. he and natasha probably watch the films together since her solo film had her quoting along to moonraker.

bruce. is. a. martial. artist. the films forget this and i'm salty about it.

cooking is relaxing for him so he tends to make a lot of food, and he knows a lot of dishes from different cultures because of how much he's traveled. no one on the team complains.

bruce's powers:

glowing eyes <3

inspired by the john turman hulk script, electricity behaves weird around bruce when he gets emotional. he has made lightbulbs and other things explode if he's standing too close to them. he learns how to isolate the effect once he understands more about his relationship with hulk. tony helps by giving him things he doesn't mind getting exploded, and for bruce it also works kind of like a trauma release. he can still accidentally blow something up if he gets distracted / agitated, but it happens less.

the electrical-interference power also manifests as him being able to hear electrical currents. different things have slightly different sounds / pitches and tony always asks him to describe them.

still has a pretty good healing factor as bruce, it's just slower. (in a ih deleted scene sparr says she's never seen someone recover from a tranquilizer as fast as he does). also can't get drunk, but he's never tested that for obvious reasons.

in the novel he's able to dodge a tranq dart "aimed and fired in one motion" so he probably also has faster reflexes.

immune to mind control as bruce and as hulk. both are pissed at wanda for trying it.

based on a scene in the immortal hulk comics, bruce uses automatic writing and drawing to communicate with hulk when hulk isn't out.

can see astral forms. they're clearer and even tangible when hulk is in control, but bruce can also see them.

also inspired by immortal hulk, he has a weird sixth sense for when people are lying to him. as bruce the "itch" he gets can be ignored most of the time, as hulk not so much.

relationship / dynamic headcanons:

no brutasha romance to be seen here they are friends 😌 (if that's your cup of tea that's fine it just isn't mine.)

stays. in. contact. with. betty. (i will forever fight the mcu over this. they are soulmates yall.)

steals tony's band shirts like a gremlin. also steals tony's snacks.

bruce🤝wanda: blurring the lines of science and mysticism. (later comics describe gamma radiation as having a mystical element, "like a magic spell... when viewed from another angle" which is the same reason bruce / hulk tend to have some extrasensory powers).

i just think we were robbed of a bruce and wanda friendship okay.

[thealmightyemprex]

The Emprex Goofs on Piano Man by Billy Joel

SO I love Piano Man by Billy Joel ,its great classic song....But if you listen to anything too much you cant help but poke fun at it .This is done from a place of love

Before I begin heres the song for if its been a while and you havent heard it at all

LIstened to it ? Good,lets begin

"It's nine o'clock on a Saturday The regular crowd shuffles in"

Which is odd cause it was Nine AM

"There's an old man sittin' next to me Makin' love to his tonic and gin"

I think you can get arrested for that ,also dont touch that glass

"He says, "Son can you play me a memory?"

BIlly:No I am a pianist !I can play songs.Thats like asking a baker to make you a pastry made out of dreams ands rainbows ...Idiot

I'm not really sure how it goes"

Billy:SO you want me to play a memory .....YOu dont remember

But it's sad and it's sweet and I knew it complete When I wore a younger man's clothes"

Old Man:Course that younger man is currently buried in pieces around Nevada -

La, la-la, di-di-da La-la di-di-da da-dum

Ah great Billys having a stroke again

"Sing us a song, you're the piano man Sing us a song tonight"

Billy:Ya know you dont have to be pushy

"Well, we're all in the mood for a melody And you've got us feelin' alright"

Way better then taking anti depressents

Now John at the bar is a friend of mine He gets me my drinks for free And he's quick with a joke, or to light up your smoke But there's some place that he'd rather be

Ah,Wisconsin

He says, "Bill, I believe this is killing me" As a smile ran away from his face

John :Yeah can you get this knife out of my back

"Well, I'm sure that I could be a movie star If I could get out of this place"

John:SAdly due to my pack with Satan ,my soul is tethered to this bar

Oh, la, la-la, di-di-da La-la di-di-da da-dum

Billy I think you need to go to a doctor

Now Paul is a real estate novelist Who never had time for a wife

Did find time for a husband though

And he's talkin' with Davy, who's still in the navy And probably will be for life

.....You just wanted to rhyme Davey and Navy

And the waitress is practicing politics

Annnnnnnd insert your own joke here

As the businessmen slowly get stoned

Well he was a blasphemer

Yes, they're sharing a drink they call loneliness But it's better than drinkin' alone

No joke here thats just a good lyric

Sing us the song, you're the piano man Sing us a song tonight

BIllyQUIT BEING PUSHY

Well, we're all in the mood for a melody And you've got us feelin' alright

Not great but alright

It's a pretty good crowd for a Saturday And the manager gives me a smile

Manager :

'Cause he knows that it's me they've been comin' to see

Yeah the drinks are basically tap water and food is barely edible but the tunes are nice

To forget about life for a while"

Course its due to the fact the piano is cursed

And the piano, it sounds like a carnival

WEll duh look at the co owner

And the microphone smells like a beer

Yeah sorry Billy,someone spilt a beer on it thing doesnt even work

And they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar\

Billy :Id prefer money but Bread is nice

And say man what are you doin' here?

....Playing a piano ? Thats kind of his job

Oh, la, la-la, di-di-da La-la di-di-da da-dum

BILLY FOR GODS SAKE GO TO A DOCTOR

Sing us the song, you're the piano man Sing us a song tonight

Billy:WEll I am out of practice on my SOndheim but TOoooonigghht,tonight,it all began tonight-

Well, we're all in the mood for a melody And you've got us feelin' alright

You are profoundly adequite

Well that was a bit of nonesense I have wanted to do for years

@ariel-seagull-wings @theancientvaleofsoulmaking @the-blue-fairie @themousefromfantasyland @princesssarisa @minimumheadroom @angelixgutz @amalthea9 @filmcityworld1