#gah his performance was incredible

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CHASKE SPENCER as ELI WHIPP/WOUNDED WOLF

[moerusai]

Do you think you'll feel comfortable posting your non-spolier thoughts on the movie? I hear Bas and Tong gave truly stand out performances.

Of course! It's a gorgeous movie that gets better with every rewatch. There is so much going on. Everybody is hiding something!

I don't think anyone is prepared to see Apo as Khem in his golden costume and koi eyeliner. Every time he appears on screen, I'm silently screaming into my fist. LOOK AT HIM I-

And, yes! I can attest that Tong and Bas are phenomenal. I think them and Khun Wichien's actor deserve nominations for Best Supporting Actors at all the awards.

And as I've said before, Mile's performance as Chat is something that makes every rewatch better. All those microexpressions are given a new meaning as you realize what he was concealing.

As a Southeast Asian, I was also incredibly proud to see elements of our shared culture represented in the movie. In fact, I meant to write a primer before you watch Man Suang about practices I recognized and have researched on, so everyone can appreciate them too 🥹.

GAH I'M JUST SO EXCITED TO FINALLY TALK ABOUT IT AND READ ALL THE META THAT'LL COME OUT. GOD I NEED TO SEE IT AGAIN. I NEED TO SEE CHAT HOLD KHEM'S WAIST AGAIN.

(oops that's a spoiler. but everyone knew about it so, lol)

[keirawantstocry]

An idea: Pac and Fit learn and then watch Tubbo doing his trampoline (or maybe even gymnastics in general) routine<3

oh tia. have i mentioned you're a genius. rotating this in my mind. i didn't do it justice nobody can. gah its just so good

“What's this?” Pac asked, as Fit and him walked up to Tubbo's place. There he stood next to a large rectangular trampoline with cushions on the sides. 

“I used to be a trampolinist when I was younger,” Tubbo said as he began to shed the outer layers of his outfit. Pac barely processed his words as his eyes narrowed in on the strong thighs now on display under short black shorts and the muscled biceps under the tank top. 

He glanced up and saw Fit's eyes trained on the same thing. Fit noticed him looking and glanced up at him. Their eyes were saying the same thing to each other. 

“Bagi suggested I get back into it,” Tubbo continued as Pac tore his attention away from Fit, away from Tubbo's thighs and tried to pay attention to what he was saying. “It's a way to release pent up stress and energy.” 

“There's other ways to release pent up energy,” Pac muttered under his breath in Portuguese. 

“What was that?” Tubbo said, looking up but thankfully the translator hadn't caught it. 

“Nothing,” Pac said, trying to look innocent and like he hadn't just been staring at Tubbo's thighs again. 

Tubbo squinted at him suspiciously but turned back around to climb onto the trampoline. Their eyes were definitely not zeroed in on his ass. 

With a quick few bends to his torso followed by snapping, Tubbo was ready. 

The performance could only be explained as incredible. Every movement of his body was fluid and followed the move before it perfectly. Pac was utterly obsessed with the way his muscles twisted and flexed with his movements. How his calves flexed, how his incredibly strong core kept himself balanced through every flip and jump. 

The flips were the main event, up and down over and over again as he flipped, quickly tucking his knees in before straightening again to touch down and bounce back up even higher. He spun in the air, elegantly twisting with his arms tucked into his sides. 

Pac would be the first to admit that trampolining didn't seem like a very attractive sport but now? Watching Tubbo land gently with a flushed face and wide grin, he had to change his mind. 

With barely a glance at Fit he could tell his boyfriend was thinking the same thing. 

Tubbo climbed carefully off the trampoline and stood in front of them, panting heavily. “Good?” he said with a laugh. 

“So good,” Pac said, feeling dizzy as his eyes dipped down the sweat dripping down Tubbo's chest. 

“It was amazing,” Fit said, slightly more capable of thought then Pac was. 

“Is your boyfriend okay?” Tubbo asked Fit with a slight laugh. “He's fucking vibrating.” 

They both looked at him and Fit laughed loudly. “Yeah, yeah, he just wants to jump your bones so bad it's making him dizzy.” 

“Fitch!!” Pac cried out, avoiding both of their eyes. “Shut up.” 

Fit laughed, that deep laugh from his chest as Tubbo eyed him curiously. “Is that so?” 

Pac perked up at his inflection. “Are you interested?” 

Tubbo flushed, looking between two of them. “Pac, man, your boyfriend is right there.” 

“So?’ 

Tubbo raised an eyebrow incredulously. “I… I don't think he'd appreciate you flirting with me right in front of him.” 

“Pffft,” Pac said, waving him off. “Não, pretty sure he wants to… jump your bones as he said as well.” 

Tubbo froze. “Sorry… what?” 

Pac couldn't stop his eyes from dipping down again as a drop of sweat fell from his face onto the stretch of skin above his shirt. His brain short-circuited. 

Distantly he could hear Fit's rumbling laugh. “Aw come on, Tubbo. If you don't know by now that he wants you, you're kind of stupid.” 

Tubbo spluttered. “Hey, I'm not stupid! Wait, he wants me?” 

“Don't talk about me like I'm not here,” Pac said half heartedly, taking a step forward so he could run his hand over Tubbo's collarbone. 

“Fit,” Tubbo said in a strained voice. “You better tell me if you're serious or not right now before I actually make out with your boyfriend right fucking now.” 

“Go right ahead. As long as I get a shot at you next.” 

Tubbo let out a weak noise of surprise before he and Pac were falling into each other desperately, all clumsy hands and gentle mouths.

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Jack Jeanne Special Gold Saves

Japanese credit and English translation credit

WARNING: Potential Route Spoilers can be found below, continue reading at your own risk.

COMMON ROUTE

In the scene at the shrine, when Chuza says, "Oh, you must think I'm some flashy con artist, don't you? Take a look at the school's website. Here."

In the scenario that occurs during the first singing lesson, when Tancho's line, "Life must be dazzling! And so too will you dazzle, my little diamonds in the rough!"

Tues April 14th - In the conversation scene after rehearsal, when Neji says, "Well, just leave it to me. I have confidence from polishing the 'dull Quartz' after Tsuki Tachibana left."

Sat May 30th - During the "Newcomer Performance", when Otori's line "…………………… Gah." (Scene where Otori's event illustration is displayed)

During the preparation period for the summer performance, during the 5th Weekend with Ion'', the line "I mean, I'm now a match for Kiito with his incredible physique." (before starting song practice)

In the additional scenario that occurs when you visit Mona Star School 10 times during the preparation period for the summer performance , when Mona 's line “Oh, yes! I was known as Univeil's Brown Rose, you know?''

Sat July 25th - During the "Summer Performance", when Kai's line "Don't play dumb. It's as if… " (Scene where Mutsumi's event illustration is displayed)

During summer break when selecting "Go Out" with Kasai at Onyx Dorms (playing soccer/football) - Kasai says, "Or so you think…!"

Mon Oct 12th - In the scene during rehearsal, when Orimaki 's line "Gotcha! Hup. Hahaha."

Sat Oct 24th - During the “Autumn Performance,'' right after choosing to speak to Fumi from the wings of the stage, his line “Wow, that really ticks me off!!!"

Sat Oct 24th - During the “Autumn Performance'', after choosing the option to speak to Suo, his line "I'll kill you… I'll kill you, I'll kill you, I'll kill you, I'll kill you!!" (Scene where Sou's event illustration is displayed)

Tues Dec 22nd - After rehearsal at the theater (at night), in the conversation scene with Mitsuki, his line “No matter who you are, I accept you."

Thurs Dec 24th - During the "Winter Performance", when Kisa's line "Aaaaahh… agh…!" ( Scene where event illustration with Mitsuki is displayed)

KISA ROUTE

Sat Jan 16th - when Ao says, "I'll be rooting for you. If times get tough, just remember Ao is here. I'll always be with you."

Wed Jan 27th - when Kisa 's line "The central nation of Kielce is my entire life" (Scene where Kisa's event illustration is displayed)

Sun Jan 31st - In Kisa's route , when Chui’s line "Come with me. I’ll take you as far as you want to go" appears. This is a scene after going out.

Sat Feb 27th - Before the play begins, in the scene in the theater/corridor, Kisa says, "So watch me, okay?"

SUZU ROUTE

In Suzu's intimacy scenario 3, when Suzu's line " ... " appears. (Scene where event illustration is displayed)

Mon Jan 4th - In the scene in the Rhodonite practice hall, when Mare's line "Whaaaaaaaa?!” (the second time)

Sat Feb 27th - After the Final Performance on Suzu’s route, when Kamiya 's line “I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry'' appears. (Scene inside the Universal Theater)

MITSUKI ROUTE

In Mitsuki’s Intimacy Scenario 2, when Mitsuki says, " Do you guys mind…?" (Scene in the rehearsal hall at the beginning of the scenario)

Fri Feb 12th - In Mitsuki’s route, when Kaido says , "I was waiting for you to say that! Sugachi, I want you to be Onyx’s victorious dancing princess!"

SOU ROUTE

Mon Feb 1st - In Sou’s route, when Momonashi says, “I want to consume Chui Tanakamigi. I want to take him, swallow him, and turn him into myself.” (Scene at Mt. Odate)

Wed Feb 24th - In Sou’s route, when Sou says, “Your ability to think about yourself gets warped and you can’t see the world for what it is.” (Scene where event illustration is displayed)

KAI ROUTE

Fri Jan 29th - In Kai’s route, when Kai says, “What is it?” while talking to Mitsuki as he’s looking for Kisa.

FUMI ROUTE

Fri Feb 19th - In Fumi’s route, when Fumi says, “Sorry… I wasn’t careful and I got sick.” when visiting Fumi in his room.

NEJI ROUTE

Wed Feb 24th - In Neji’s route, when Neji says, “I was excited to see how far he’ll go. Which is why I wrote scripts for him and even played his AI Jeanne.” when speaking in the Quartz Training Room.

[sarcasticsra]

I cannot stress enough how much everyone should watch Starkid’s A VHS Christmas Carol if you haven’t seen it yet. It’s pretty short, only about 45 minutes, and it’s truly one of the best adaptations of A Christmas Carol that I’ve ever seen.

No, seriously. I think it has even surpassed The Muppets Christmas Carol for me. That has been my favorite Christmas movie since I was a child. My mom and sister and I used to watch it every Christmas Eve. I still love it dearly and it is an amazing adaptation that I’ll defend to my death, but you guys. You guys. A VHS Christmas Carol is just THAT GOOD.

It’s done in the style of 80s music/videos, which is delightful. It’s an opera, so it’s all sung through, which I love. And it’s so good!

Let me enumerate the ways. Spoilers to follow. (Can you spoil A Christmas Carol? Once a story becomes public domain does that exempt it from spoiling? Idk, lol. Spoilers for the show, anyway. Also for Avatar: The Last Airbender. …I promise there’s a path.)

1) Bah Humbug! - Song number one and it goes hard right from the start. It is everything an opening number should be. Dynamic, sets the tone, and an incredible fucking bop. The interactions between Scrooge and Fred and Scrooge and Bob are done so well, too. You so quickly get a sense of their characters. Obviously we know their characters because this is a story that has been told many a time before, but it does it so well that you would immediately get them even if you were an alien who had never in your existence been exposed to A Christmas Carol in any capacity. That’s impressive to me. It’s not relying on the familiarity of the story to do its character work.

2) 3 Spirits - I love the tone of this song. This is a Marley with true regret and pain who is absolutely pleading with Scrooge to take the chance he’s being given. It’s less “scared straight” and more, “I need you to understand this like you’ve never understood anything before.” Marley becomes a character in his own right as opposed to merely a backdrop for Scrooge to react to. That’s a theme with this adaptation. Characters who are pretty flat in a lot of adaptations seem so much more like real people in this one. Also, whoever decided to cast Meredith as Marley here is a fucking genius. She’s so goddamn talented and she really shines here. The emotion, the weight. Gah. Beautiful. The interplay between Marley and Scrooge is incredible as well; these are two insanely talented performers breathing a new life into tried and true characters, and you really feel the relationship between them.

3) I’m The Ghost - Christmas Past is so pointed and snarky and incredible, making Scrooge come to certain realizations. “Huh, little boy left all alone. Oh, your sister died so young. Didn’t she have a son though? Why are the employees so happy, this party didn’t cost much? Thinking of something? Okay, last stop, buckle up, it’s all your own doing.” I love it so much.

4) That Scrooge - You guys. You guys. They’ve done what I assumed was impossible. They’ve done what even the Muppets couldn’t. It’s a Scrooge-Belle breakup song that isn’t the most unbelievably boring and bland thing you’ve ever heard in your life. Belle is a fucking person! She has a personality! She’s very clearly stating her case, that he’s changed and she doesn’t like it and does he have anything to say? No? Okay, bye! THE EMOTION IN THIS SONG. Scrooge starts singing not just with her but to her! All the things he didn’t say before! And then he starts singing angrily about/at his past!self for being an idiot! You actually FEEL THINGS about this relationship. It was a deep love and losing it super fucked him up! I have never before seen Belle/Scrooge done as well as this one (1) song handles it.

5) Christmas Electricity - Get ready to have this song stuck in your head for ten thousand years. This song is, I believe, the standard classical definition of “a fuckin’ bop.” It’s so high energy and exciting, you really can understand how Scrooge gets so caught up in it himself. You also see more of Fred in this song and, again, he’s a person! He has specific motivations for why he keeps reaching out to Scrooge. Corey’s Fred is hands down one of the best performances of this character full stop. He took what is usually a bit, side character and made him a full human with understandable thoughts and feelings. They gave the Fred-Scrooge relationship such incredible emotional weight because of it. I think that’s one of my favorite aspects of this adaptation.

6) Priceless - Here we see the Cratchits enjoying their Christmas with an incredibly sweet song about having little but feeling like they have a lot. I really like the way this song feels a bit cheesy (goes with the whole 80s vibe) but they also feel like a real family with some silliness and some sweetness and Bob’s wife having very strong opinions about Scrooge that he’s too polite for. Also “listen to this key change out of the bridge” goddamn just show off constantly how freaking talented this entire cast is, why don’t you.

7) The Final Ghost - I probably have too much to say about this song. It’s my favorite, which considering this entire show is pitch fucking perfect, is really saying a lot. Dylan Saunders is truly one of the most talented performers I’ve ever seen, and his Scrooge is so, so good. It really shines through here. His interactions with Christmas Future show him mirroring Bob from earlier (he has a line that’s almost an exact quote of a line from Bob in Bah Humbug!), correcting himself, and trying to be respectful/humble. Subtle displays of emotional growth even before he gets to the truly scary parts. The song is of course a darker tone, as is correct for this part of the narrative, perfectly setting up the finale song. We get Scrooge overhearing about a funeral no one cares about, the same man being robbed after death, and this death bringing actual happiness to people. Throughout it all so far Christmas Future only speaks in a wordless melody, as is apt. Scrooge asks for tenderness connected to death and is shown the Cratchits mourning Tiny Tim, which breaks him, and he asks who the dead man was from earlier. Still wordless, Christmas Future leads him to a cemetery, and that wordless melody perfectly transforms into an eerie, ethereal, “Ebenezer Scrooge.” The fucking amount of sheer EMOTION Dylan packs into Scrooge pleading for his soul, that he is changed, and the final bit of narration… fuck, you guys, it’s so good. I love all of the “scene” parts of this song so much. It all builds so perfectly.

7a) The narrator. - This isn’t a specific song, I just want to call out how excellent the narrator is through the whole show and how perfectly the narration ties the whole show together. It’s one of those things where it goes unnoticed because it’s so perfect, but if it were bad you would definitely notice. You need it to be there and understated or a lot a falls apart, but it can be such hard balance to strike. This show nails it.

8) Christmas Day - The finale! And what a finale it is! The energy is a perfect contrast to the song before it as Scrooge delights in being alive and having time to make things right. His joy is palpable as he goes about his day, buying Bob a huge turkey, making an incredible donation to the charity he blew off the day before, and showing up at Fred’s. Guys. This scene. Especially when I watch the live, but even sometimes just via the soundtrack, this scene just fucking perfectly, beautifully guts me. You know how in Avatar: The Last Airbender, Zuko has to go on his whole narrative arc to eventually join the right side, and along the way sort of betrays his Uncle Iroh, aka the only good father figure he’s ever had, because he’s a traumatized teenager, and eventually he meets back up with him and starts stumbling out an apology and Iroh just sweeps him up in a hug without a word, and you sob because it’s perfect? That is the energy present in this, what, 15-second scene, just this incredible emotional buildup and payoff accomplished in a scant 45-minute runtime. It’s truly wondrous. The finale, as all true finales should, calls back musically to previous character beats, and ends on the perfect bookend to the opening number. It’s just so, so immensely satisfying.

Tl;dr - this musical has made me feel more Christmas-y than I have in a long, long time, and I have listened to little else in terms of music since I watched it two weeks ago. (It was literally the only music I had listened to since then until right now, and that’s only because I’m in a van on a road trip to my sister-in-law’s for Christmas. While I would have been perfectly content to listen to this soundtrack on repeat for the entire 8-hour drive, I also recognize that the four other people in this van do not have my particular flavor of hyperfixated ADHD brain and probably would not appreciate that, heh. Thus I played it once and then other music. Compromise!)

But yes. Seriously. It’s so good. Gah. Go watch it!

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Hi! How are you doing? THANK YOU for opening your requests, your writing is so fricking good! I have two fic requests in mind (you can choose one if you're doing one request per person :3).

platonic Lee! Sigma Ler! Dazai (BSD.). Plot: Sigma is 'air ticklish' and cannot deal with any form of anticipation without becoming a giggly mess and Dazai is a teasing jerk who takes advantage of this. That's it, that's the request XD.

platonic OR romantic Lee! Dazai Ler! Kunikida (BSD.) Plot: Dazai is ticklish but Kunikida is not. So, Kunikida finally has something to hold over Dazai's head and thus can get him back for annoying him. Little did he know, Dazai's ticklish laugh is different (read: CUTER) than his regular laugh and Kunikida accidently makes a comment about it out loud. That comment is now something Dazai can hold over Kunikida's head!

I'm not too sure how far you are in BSD, so feel free to ignore my requests if you don't feel comfortable writing it. Have a nice day and stay safe!

EKJEKJRJKE WAA! Thank you so much, anon! I appreciate the kind words! So- unfortunately I don't know Sigma yet, so I can't do that one; but I can do the Dazai and Kunikida fic! :D It's such a cute plot and I freaking love it akjejrkaejkrjaejrk I hope you like it!

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“Oi.” A finger tasered his side, making Dazai shoot up in his seat with a yelp. “Stay focused.”

“I am! I am focused- I just…” Dazai huffed some upon meeting Kunikida’s eyes, turning back to his desk with a small pout. “I’m so boooored~ It’s all paperwork! And you won’t let me have my headphones-”

“Cause you spend the entire day dancing around the office and singing.”

“Hey- I raise the office morale with my incredible performances.”

“If by morale you mean headache risk, then sure.”

“GAH! My heart!” Dazai clutched his chest dramatically before falling against his desk, face down and slightly twitching.

“Paperwork. Now.” Kunikida went behind him, giving his ribs a quick tickle before heading out, leaving Dazai shooting up with a startled laugh.

“Mm…I’ll get you back, Doppo. That’s a promise.”

~~~

Dazai wasn’t kidding around either. He was determined to get Kunikida back.

Since the discovery of his…weakness, Kunikida had been adamant on using it against Dazai everyday. Not doing his paperwork? A poke to the ribs. Explaining his elaborate plan for his newest suicide attempt? Cut off with fingers against his neck. Singing and having a grand ol’ time? A squeeze to the thigh that nearly took him to the pearly gates.

Granted, he really shouldn’t have been dancing on the desk…

The point is- Kunikida was being a tyrant, and Dazai was gonna find a way to break him down!

“Hehehehe, this should work just fine…” The bandaged man grinned as he laid out his trap- like a carrot to the rabbit, he’d lure Kunikida in and attack! “Try to resist this, Kuni. Hehehe~”

~~~ “Where is that moron? First he bails on paperwork, then he has the audacity to dance on my desk-” Kunikida’s mutterings came to a halt when his eyes landed on a particular book lying across the coffee table. “Is that…no way!”

But it was! Upon the table was a brand new notebook! Pristine and shiny- untouched by other’s ideals and just waiting for Kunikida to sink his pen into! It was even by his favorite notebook creator- this had to be for him, yes? Oh how he wanted to touch it…

Just as quickly as it came, his excitement was snuffed out- replaced by suspicion. Was it really for him? Sure- he may be the only one to use notebooks for his ability, but that didn’t mean no one else had purpose for them. He shouldn’t be so bold.

….Surely just admiring it wouldn’t hurt, right?

Giving in to his weakness, he came over to the table, studying the craft with careful eyes. Oh, it was so beautiful! Wrapped in plastic to keep from dirtying and oh so lovely! With that- surely he could touch it? He reached out and…

“HA!” Dazai all but yelled from behind, latching onto Kunikida’s waist and digging in. “Gotcha! Gotcha gotcha gotcha! You can’t escape…me.” The brunette blinked. Why wasn’t Kunikida laughing? He pressed into ribs, wiggled his hands against his belly and sides, even pinched his hip! How…

Looking up slowly, he met Kunikida’s raised eyebrow with a sheepish grin. “H-Hello there. How are you today, Kuni?”

“Fine. Yourself?” Kunikida turned in his arms, gently taking Dazai by the shoulders as he forced him back into the couch. Dazai stiffened some, eyes wide as he leaned away. “You look nervous.”

“Oh no- no, not at ahahhall-” Dazai scrunched some with a giggle as the thumb closest to his collarbone massaged circles into his skin, already ticklish. “Dohohoho you like yoohohohur presehehehnt?”

“Oh, so it is for me? I’d say I appreciate the gift if it weren’t so obviously a trap.” The thumb on his otherside began to swirl, making Dazai scrunch up further, his giggle fits increasing. “Did you really think that would work? I believe I’ve told you before I’m not ticklish.”

“Thahahhahat’s buhuhuhuhuhuhuhull! I sthihihihihihll behehehhet you ahahahhahre- ahhhehehahah wahhahhait whahahahhait!” Dazai leaned back further when fingers began tracing his neck, his shoulders all the way up to his ears as he kicked. “Dohohohohon’t not my neehhehehheck!”

“Is it too ticklish for you, Dazai?” Kunikida smirked as he dropped his hands, giving the other a chance to breathe. “Very well then. I’ll skip your neck.”

“Whahahit reahahahally? Cause I don’t mih-Hhehehehehhehehehehehhehehehend!” Dazai shot up with a proper squeal when his ribs were assaulted from the front, ten fingers finding all the soft spots of his torso as they scratched and scribbled against them. “Aheahhahahhahaha, Kuhuuhuhuhnikihhihihihiihda! Gheahahahhaha, it tiihiihihihihckles!”

“That’s kind of the point.” The poet almost laughed himself, shaking his head as Dazai squirmed and giggled beneath him. Wait- what did he say earlier?

With a curious hand, he swept it up and tickled Dazai’s neck some more.

“AHEHAHAHAHAHHA!” A snort squeal shot out of his lips as Dazai attempted to curl up, falling sideways on the couch as he swatted at Kunikida’s hands. The laugh he let out was startling cute- soft and deep; rich with genuine glee as the brunette turtled up. “KUUHUUHHUNIKIHIIHIIHIDA!”

Oh right- he was still tickling. “Yes?”

“PLEHAHAHAHHHASE!”

“And thank you?”

“YOU KNHOOHOHOW WHAHHAHAHT I MEHAHHAHHAN!”

“Do I really?” He snuck a hand beneath his armpit, making the brunette wheeze into near silent laughter. “Come on- speak up. I can’t help you if you don’t tell me.”

“eheheheheHAHAHAHHAHA!” The sound came back when Kunikida removed his hand, returning it to Dazai’s waist and kneading gently. “STahhahahaap tiihiihihickling mehehehhehe!”

“Heh. Very well. I suppose you’ve learned your lesson.” Kunikida gave him one last scritch against his neck before pulling his hands back, watching Dazai slump. He looked so defeated- it was rather…

“Adorable.” Kunikida found himself saying outloud.

“Huh?” Dazai blinked, face red as he stared up at Kunikida. The poet felt his own flush a rivaling color, stiffening up at what just came out of his mouth. “Wait- Kuni-”

“I didn’t say that.”

“You just called me-”

“No! That was the wind.”

“You think I’m adorable! Is that why you always tickle me?” Dazai didn’t look alarmed anymore. If anything, he was grinning from ear to ear, eyes sparkling. “I knew you loved my antics! I knew it! No wonder you’ve been playing with me more recently!”

“H-Hush your mouth! I most certainly do not!” Kunikida twisted away, willing his face to cool. He was this close to getting away too! “Your antics are ridiculous and your behavior is that of a child! I find you annoying!”

“Say it to my face then, Kuni~”

The poet turned to do just that, but found the words stuck in his throat at the cheshire grin Dazai was wearing. “Oh, you son of a- GAH!” He turned to leave, marching out of the sitting area of the office.

A few seconds later, he came back, collecting the notebook.

“I’m keeping this. It’s my payment for the stress you give me.” He grunted before leaving again, Dazai’s childlike laughter following him out.

Dang…even his laugh is adorable.

Bastard.

Thanks for reading!

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🧀🐹💨brb 🙋‍♀️(Kunsei-ham's servant) Fresh fruits hamster (?)

My Pretty series life started with PriPara! I started watching anime first, and later started playing that game. subtitle from that time is '2014-2015 3rd live February' ; I remember getting the 'Valentine Zukyun skirt' 💖

I was familiar with PriPara than with Pretty Rhythm, but when there run I frequently used the QR codes from 'Fashionable items for use in PriPara : 1450'! I still keep both that & 2DS at home🏯 (2DS? You wanna know why? It's just little easier to scan QR codes on the 2DS than on the 3DS... and inexpensive)

The charm of clothing is what got me interested in Pretty Rhythm✨ But I didn't have much opportunity, I was very busy at the time...😢

I finished watching 'Rainbow Live' & began watch 'Dear My Future' in April! that's feel me so real & authentic anime...😭🙏(Tears of emotion and gratitude) ... some Japanese otaku use like 'real' or 'authentic' as a compliment, haha

Finally got around to watching DMF 11! There’s still a lot haha Sho... Someone Japanese said... '��ョウさん器が小(ショウ)さん' hahaha, yabai...🤣 He is small-minded. that's his one of charm. maybe🙄

and... I need to watch 'KinPri' because come the new movie in summer! I'm interested in that but I don't know past story yet. But I heard it's interesting! I haven't even finished watching all episode of the Pretty series yet, but I'm looking forward!

↓🎀Roni-ish coord (What do you think?)

Awww...

Bankrupt RONI... It's been 4 years and more since, but I still find painful emotions💔 Oh, RONI, with the brand's sleep, my PriPara dreams go to far way😭 I really hope they bring back the collaboration items from that time in adpara... no, no matter how much I wish, there are things which won't come true!

RONI's spirit lives in my heart, and I find joy in seeing Prizmmy☆'s members adorned in that designs at bonus footage👚👗🧥 kawaii✨

I'm planning to watch the DMF extras later because they're only on Blu-ray BOX. (Luckily, my family has that! Usually, I watch on streaming service. It's convenient, isn't it? Umm... That's it🐌😉)

🧡🐹🧡🐹🧡🐹🧡🐹🧡🐹🧡

( í Y ì )Gah! there are almost no SS of me wearing RONI at that time

I'm jealous!( í Y ì ) You guys have so many pic left

In case you were wondering, they are my friends(´Y｀) 🖤Xey 💜Suu 💚Refrain 🤎Netero!!! -with 3 exclamation marks

Netero!!!, her name means that 'go to sleep'💤 Her performance is incredible enough to knock out💤 : That's a setup for her character. and other name is meaningless. Umm... maybe

btw, the person who wrote this has many OCs. I've never seen anyone with more OCs than her. How many does she have❔❔❔🐹Let me see, maybe 60 over

~🎉~🎀~🔑~🐹~✨~🩰~💭

I will try challenge day by day!(日々精進) See you later!

[nikibogwater]

Niki Blethers: Guillermo del Toro’s Pinocchio LET’S FREAKIN’ GOOOOOOOOO--

In case it was not already obvious, this was my most anticipated movie of the year. Heck, it was my only anticipated movie of the year. Having learned the hard way just how deeply disappointment stings, I don’t usually get my hopes up this high. But darn it, everything I heard about this movie prior to its release just filled me with too much excitement to ignore, and now that it is finally available to the wider public, it is my great pleasure to say--

HOLY MOTHER OF MARMALADE, DID THIS MOVIE LIVE UP TO MY HYPE AND THEN SOME

(Mild spoilers below the cut, GO WATCH THIS MOVIE IF YOU HAVEN’T ALREADY I FIRMLY BELIEVE THAT IT’S A MASTERPIECE)

First up: stop motion animation. We love to see it. And this movie doesn’t cut any corners with the stop motion. Even the fire is stop motion. The backgrounds are paintings (gorgeous ones at that), not just CG landscapes. The sets are so incredibly detailed I could’ve spent several minutes just staring at any given wide shot. There were very few instances where I could clearly see any effects that were obviously done in a computer. The animators and set builders went hard on this movie, and they have 1000% of my respect for it. 

Despite being a whimsical fairy tale, there is a pretty heavy sense of realism with this movie. Like, one scene, you have an overeager Pinocchio singing a cute little song about how excited he is to be alive, and then in the next one, he and Geppetto are walking past buildings plastered with posters promoting Mussolini’s Fascist regime. The way the film balances these two tonal opposites is absolutely genius, and I can’t remember a single instance of a jarring shift in tone. The light and whimsical always eases into the dark and realistic in a way that makes me feel like the two sides couldn’t exist without each other. 

Also speaking of realism, CAN I GET A HALLELUJIA FOR SOME HONEST-TO-GOODNESS CATHOLIC REP IN A CURRENT-YEAR CHILDREN’S MOVIE?!

This is obviously a personal thing for me, but I pretty much never see any accurate, respectful portrayals of my religion outside of films that are specifically made for Catholics. And I’ma be real with you, more often than not, the films made specifically for us turn out to be unbearably preachy or saccharine (and they’re never animated--another major point against them). To see a character who simply IS a Catholic (because this is Italy during the 1910s, so it’d be a little out-of-the-ordinary for him not to be), doing his little Catholic things, without it being a huge focus of the story or directly influencing the plot--ie, Catholicism being portrayed as just another normal part of every-day life--GAH. IT WAS JUST REALLY SPECIAL TO ME, OKAY? 

Also Geppetto locking Pinocchio in a closet because he doesn’t have time to deal with this, it’s time to go to Mass is a big fat Catholic mood. 

Okay, I’ll shut up about the Catholic stuff. Back to the movie.

If I had a nickel for every time David Bradly made me cry with his performance as a struggling father-figure overcoming the estrangement between him and his adopted son, I’d have two nickels. Which isn’t very many, but it’s great that it happened twice. 

Ewan McGregor practically carries this movie as Sebastian J. Cricket. I knew he was going to be good, but somehow I failed to foresee just how good he truly is in the role. This interpretation of Jiminy Cricket as a mildly self-absorbed novelist who sees Pinocchio as little more than his house for most of the film is just *chef’s kiss.*

Ron Perlman as the Podestà was incredible. I actually didn’t realize it was him until three-fourths of the way through the movie, he just vanishes into the role so smoothly. And gotdang, is that character scary. 

Christoph Waltz clearly went all out with Count Volpe and I bet recording sessions with him were very fun. 

Gregory Mann did so great for such a little guy! It’s hard to find child actors, and even harder to find child voice actors, but he was fantastic, and really sold the character. 

Speaking of characters, OH MY GOSH I LOVE THEM SO MUCH WHERE DO I BEGIN

Geppetto is a very sentimental old guy whose only joy in life was his son Carlo. After Carlo is killed in a bombing raid, Geppetto completely collapses under the weight of his grief. Carving Pinocchio isn’t something he does out of creativity or joy, but rather the result of drunken and despairing rage. The scene is played out as a grotesque and heartbreaking moment, and I LOVE it. 

Pinocchio himself is a Very Real Boy from the start--by which I mean, he never shuts up, he gets into everything, he’s kind of a brat, and he brings unbridled chaos to Geppetto’s life in the way that only a young child can. I like it when movies portray children as, y’know, actual children, not just tiny adults. Yeah, kids are loud, they break stuff, they annoy the heck out of you, and they are also so, so precious, they’re worth every second of it. 

I’ve already talked about Sebastian J. Cricket so all I’m gonna say here is I felt the line “Oh, the pain! Life is such hideous pain” right down to my core.

This movie covers a lot of heavy themes, such as the difficulties of fatherhood, abuse, war, death, and grief. But it does so in a way that left me with a sense of hope. It doesn’t shy away from the reality of these things, but it assures you that you can endure them, that you can find immense joy even in the midst of great suffering. 

To get a little personal for the second time, the way this movie goes about presenting the reality of death and the grief of those left behind resonated with me very deeply. I’m the youngest child in my immediate family, and deep down, there’s a part of me that dreads the day when they will pass on and leave me behind. Barring any unforeseen accidents, I will likely outlive most of my siblings, and I’m lowkey terrified of that inevitablilty. So there was something oddly comforting about a film that speaks directly to my fear like that. A film that doesn’t sugar coat or try to persuade me that it won’t be so bad. A film that tells me my time with my family is so much more precious because it is so fleeting. 

So yeah, tears were shed, I’m not ashamed to admit it. 

I could probably say a bajillion things more about this movie, but it’s getting late now and I’ve prattled long enough. In conclusion, 10/10, easily the best movie of my year, and I truly think I can forgive Del Toro for Trollhunters: Rise of the Titans now. 

[marcmarcmomarc]

Miraculous

Chapter 8: Marinette’s New Friends

(Now, the sun shines pink on the morning sky. Our view sinks, showing a Panera Bread on 473 N Alafaya Trail in Waterford Lakes Town Center. A cab pulls up to its entrance and Marinette exits.)

MARINETTE: Thanks!

CAB DRIVER: No prob, Marinette!

(Marinette walks inside. Her first person view takes in the busy restaurant. Characters from the The Incredibles, The Loud House, Home, Coco, Angry Birds, Trolls, Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs, Gravity Falls, How to Train Your Dragon, Monsters, Inc., Despicable Me, and Hotel Transylvania franchises eye her as she enters and murmur to each other.)

SULLEY: Guys, look.

SMIDGE: Oh, my gah.

LINCOLN: Is that…?

(Lynn Loud Jr. gasps.)

LUNA: Dudes, it’s her.

(As they continue murmuring, Marinette walks to the cashier, a brown woman with a bowl haircut.)

CROSSOVER CHARACTERS: (WALLA) In the flesh?…I don’t believe it…Crazy…We never get celebrities around here…Is this really happening?

CASHIER: Ah, Miss Marinette Dupain-Cheng, how’s your day?

MARINETTE: Oh, it’s fi-Wait. Since l got here, people have been looking only at me andreferring to me by name. What’s going on?

CASHIER: Well, it’s because everyone knows who you are. You star on a French kids’ show, Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir.

MARINETTE: For real? Wow. So I’m guessing you know who Cat Noir is.

CASHIER: Yep. But his secret identity wouldn’t interest you. And I’m guessing Tikki is hanging out in your purse.

MARINETTE: Yep.

TIKKI: You guessed right.

(The others look on as Tikki leaves her bag.)

CASHIER: So, do the traitors bring you to the United States?

MARINETTE: Of course! Has anyone in here had a dream?

LUNA-TK: I once had a dream. I’m Luna-TK. Hey, Luna! Hit me with some music!

LUNA: You got it, dudette!

(Luna Loud strums her guitar. Marinette looks at her, then back at Luna-TK, who sings.)

LUNA-TK: (SINGING) I’ve been told I’m behind on reactions, they wait my overreactions I try to tell them that I’m taking my time But despite my overwork, and every time I quirk I’ve secretly wanted to be a mime Can’t you see me on the street performing to the public? It is a way to blow off steam Yeah, I know I’d have to retire, but my acts are bound to expire

LUNA-TK: Don’t you think?

LUNA-TK: (SINGING) ‘Cause way down deep inside, I’ve got a dream

ALL: She’s got a dream, she’s got a dream

LUNA-TK: Each and every day, I like to daydream As the rest, I’m not the same, but no one else can take the blame But like everyone else, I’ve got a dream

MARINETTE: Wow. That’s pretty good.

LUNA-TK: Yeah. But if you think that’s something, then listen to my friend, JD Shadow. Sing it!

JD SHADOW: I’ve been told I’m such a dummy That I’m as thick as a gummy And that my mouth looks like an alligator’s But now the insults are gone, and people seem to fawn But I think it’s clear that there are still haters My dream is to decrease the criticism No, not as much as it may seem And I am reasonable fellow, I’m soft, and I’m mellow ‘Cause way down deep inside, I’ve got a dream

(A rope strapped to the collar of her top, Lucy Loud swings in circles over the customers.)

JD SHADOW: I’ve got a dream

ALL: He’s got a dream

JD SHADOW: I’ve got a dream

ALL: He’s got a dream

JD SHADOW: Everyone’s mood will very surely gleam Yes, I might not be very lucky, And the outcome could be yucky And every girl will be a queen But like everyone else, I’ve got a dream

(Bridget grooves with Poppy on her left palm.)

POPPY: The Bergens would like to party with us Trolls

(Chuck runs circles around a table.)

RED: Chuck would like to run a marathon

(Dash does the same with another table.)

BOB: Dash is always on

(Earl flexes.)

FLINT: Officer Earl is full of brawn

(Luan puppets her dummy, Mr. Coconuts. Luna continues strumming. Cloud Guy ripples his arms as he floats by.)

ALL: Luan jokes, Luna rocks Could Guy wears all the socks

LUNA-TK: And Terence is a bruiser with a soft center

(The hulking bird grins.)

LUNA-TK: So, how about you, Marinette?

MARINETTE: What?

RBNVIDS: What’s your dream?

MARINETTE: Alright. Beat, please?

(As Luna continues playing, Marinette gets onto a table and sings.)

MARINETTE: (SINGING) I’ve got a dream

ALL: She’s got a dream

MARINETTE: I’ve got a dream

ALL: She’s got a dream

MARINETTE: I just want to have some friends outside my dreams

TIKKI: We don’t care if they’re so hairy, we’re just so glad we left Paris

MARINETTE AND TIKKI: Like all you lovely folks, we’ve got a dream

(Lucy drops from the ceiling by a noose beside Marinette.)

ALL: They’ve got a dream, we’ve got a dream They’ve got a dream, we’ve got a dream

(Watching the welcoming crew dance, Marinette smies)

ALL: So our differences ain’t really that extreme We’re one big team

(Marinette gets picked up by Screech and carried across the restaurant.)

SULLEY: Call us brutal!

HICCUP: Sick!

GRU: Sadistic!

LYSS AND SIEBEE: And grotesquely optimistic

(He drops her at the Loud girls, who toss her upward happily.)

ALL: ‘Cause way down deep inside We’ve got a dream

(We glimpse several of the Crossover Characters dancing.)

DON: I’ve got a dream

LUAN: I’ve got a dream

VIOLET: I’ve got a dream

EDITH: I’ve got a dream

DENNIS: I’ve got a dream

MARINETTE: I’ve got a dream

ALL: Yes, way down deep inside I’ve got a dream

(During the last line, Lyss and Siebee lift Marinette onto an arm throne. As Marinette spreads her arms wide, Tikki floats beside her head. Our view, like a drone, flies in circles around them, taking in all of Marinette’s new friends.)

ALL: Yeah!

(As Lyss and Siebee set Marinette down, the girl takes in her supporters.)

LUNA-TK: You’re welcome to join us.

MARINETTE: Thanks.

(She joins Luna-TK at her table.)

LUNA-TK: So, again, I’m Luna-TK. I’m engaged to a lovely man and I’m also the leader of this group.

LYSS: I’m Lyss.

SIEBEE: And I’m Siebee.

@shadydoorags-blog: Hey, hello, how do you do? I’m Shady Doorags. I’m a big superhero fan. And your show doesn’t exactly get superhero tropes right.

MARINETTE: Oh.

@luminara713: I’m Momo.

BETH: I’m Beth.

MIRANDA: I’m Miranda.

SHARKI: I’m Sharki.

SHADOW: I’m Shadow Tag.

RHILENTLESS: I’m Rhilentless.

GABI: I’m Gabi.

KATHY: I’m Kathy.

JAKE: I’m Jake.

JACK: I’m Jack.

EMI: I’m Emi.

MOMO: We make up The 86th Floor: Cosplay Revolutions.

MIRANDA: So your world isn’t set in the Sims universe? Alright, then.

@calxiyn: Good day, I’m Calxiyn.

ROBYN: What’s up? I’m Robyn.

HARMONY: I’m Hungary Harmony.

SOFIA: I’m Sofia LaVoice.

CAMRYN: I’m Camryn.

YACKACHOO: I’m Yackachoo.

JD: I’m JD Shadow.

BOB: I’m Bob Parr. Like you, I have a superhero identity. Mr. Incredible’s the name, strength is the game.

HELEN: I’m Helen Parr. My moniker is Elastigirl. Stretchiness is what I do.

VIOLET: I’m Violet Parr. I have two powers. I can turn invisible and make force fields.

DASH: I’m Dashiell Parr. Call me Dash. Super speed is my power.

BOB: My youngest son, Jack-Jack Parr, has seventeen powers.

LUCIUS: I’m Lucius Best, also known as Frozone. My specialty? Ice.

E: I’m Edna Mode. You can call me E, darling. I have designed suits for Supers across many years. Do not ask me to design a cape for you, darling.

WINSTON: I’m Winston Deavor. Call me Win. As owner of DEVTech, I have helped bring Supers back into the light and legality.

TONY: I’m Tony Rydinger, Vi’s boyfriend.

KARI: I’m Kari McKeen, her bestie, and a skilled babysitter.

VOYD: I’m Voyd. What I can do is make portals.

(Voyd drops a juice box from her table and drops it in Marinette’s hands with portals.)

MARINETTE: Ooh. Thanks.

MIRAGE: I’m Mirage. Used to work for a selfish evil-doer called Syndrome, I now work with the government and am dating Win.

DICKER: I’m Rick Dicker. Former agent of the Super Relocation Program, which has shut down.

KRUSHAUER: I’m Krushauer. Crusher of metal objects.

HE-LECTRIX: I’m He-lectrix. Zapping electrically is my power.

REFLUX: I’m Reflux. My magma barf, medical condition? Superpower? You decide.

BRICK: I’m Brick. As strong as Mr. Incredible.

SCREECH: I’m Screech. I contain the characteristics of an owl.

LINCOLN: I’m Lincoln Loud. Man with the plan and middle child between ten sisters.

CLYDE: I’m Clyde McBride. Lincoln’s best friend.

LINCOLN: And together, we’re…

LINCOLN AND CLYDE: …Clincoln McCloud.

LORI: I’m Lori Loud. Firstborn of the Loud kids, high school graduate, and freshman at Fairway University.

LENI: I’m Leni Loud. O-M-gosh, I am so into fashion.

LUNA: I’m Luna Loud. I’m a rockstar, dude.

LUAN: I’m Luan Loud, the family comedian. Say, Mr. Coconuts, how many cockroaches does it take to screw in a lightbulb? (AS MR. COCONUTS) “Who knows, toots? When the light comes on, they scatter.” (LAUGHS) Get it?

LYNN: I’m Lynn Loud Jr., name a sport, I play it. From football, to lacrosse, to ice hockey, to baseball, to basketball, to roller derby.

LUCY: I’m Lucy Loud.

(Marinette jumps.)

MARINETTE: Ah! Jeez.

LUCY: I know. That happens all the time. I like poetry and anything spooky, and I’m the president of the Royal Woods Elementary School Morticians Club.

LANA: I’m Lana Loud.

LOLA: And I’m Lola Loud.

LANA AND LOLA: (IN UNISON) We’re twins. Can you tell?

LANA: I’m a grease monkey, and love getting dirty.

LOLA: I’m a pageant princess. Over ten sashes in my inventory.

LISA: I’m Lisa Loud. I spend my days conducting empirical procedures arbitrating competing models or hypotheses, street name, scientific experiments, in my room.

LILY: Lily Loud. Lily just started preschool.

LYNN SR.: I’m Lynn Loud Sr., father to these wild kiddos, and I own a restaurant. Stop by Lynn’s Table sometime.

RITA: I’m his wife, Rita Loud. I’m a writer.

HOWARD: I’m Howard McBride. He’s my husband, Harold.

HAROLD: We’re Clyde’s dads.

MR. GROUSE: I’m Bud Grouse, the Louds’ next-door neighbor. If you want to appease me, I take lasagna.

RONNIE ANNE: I’m Ronnie Anne Santiago. I used to pick on Lincoln when I lived in Royal Woods. My family moved to Great Lakes City.

SID: And she met me, Sid Chang.

BOBBY: I’m Bobby Santiago. Just like my abuelo, I hope to run a mercado.

ROSA: I’m Rosa Casagrande, the matriarch of the house, and family cook.

HECTOR: I’m Hector Casagrande, owner of the family bodega.

ROSA: And a gossiper.

HECTOR: I do not gossip, cariña.

MARIA: I’m Maria Casagrande-Santiago. I work a tiring job as a nurse.

ARTURO: I’m Arturo Santiago, a veterinarian.

CARLOS: I’m Carlos Casagrande, the brains of the family, and a college professor.

(A camera flash startles Marinette.)

MARINETTE: Ow.

FRIDA: I’m his wife, Frida Puga Casagrande.

MARINETTE: The family photographer?

FRIDA: Sí. (TEARING UP) You guessed right.

CARLOTA: I’m Carlota Casagrande. Also a fashionista.

CJ: I’m Carlos Jr. Casagrande. You can call me CJ. Any traitors that cross you will walk the plank!

CARL: I’m Carlino Casagrande. I get the ladies to come for me.

CARLOTA: In his self-proclaimed stud dreams.

FRIDA: This is Carlitos Casagrande. (COOING) Who’s a little copycat? Who’s a cute little copycat? Is it you? Yes, you are.

TIP: I’m Gratuity Tucci. You can call me Tip. I was the only escapee when an alien species called the Boov invaded.

OH: But then she did the meeting of me, Captain Oh, and everything did the changing.

MARINETTE: Oh?

OH: That comes from the way other Boovs did the responding to my presence.

LUCY: I’m Lucy Tucci, Tip’s mom.

KYLE: I am Officer Kyle.

MIGUEL: I’m Miguel Rivera. Back when my family thought music was a curse, I was sent to the Land of the Dead on Día de los Muertos, and figured out the truth as to why they had that thought. Held hard by my abuelita Elena.

ABUELITA ELENA: With my chancla to keep things in check.

MIGUEL: And my family of shoemakers. Mi papá…

ENRIQUE: Enrique.

MIGUEL: …mi mamá…

LUISA: Luisa.

MIGUEL: …Tío Berto…

BERTO: Buenos dias.

MIGUEL: …Tía Carmen…

CARMEN: Hola.

MIGUEL: …Tía Gloria…

GLORIA: Hey.

MIGUEL: …mi abuelito Franco.

FRANCO: Hola.

MIGUEL: …mis primos, Abel,…

ABEL: Hola, señorita.

MIGUEL: …Rosa,…

ROSA: Nice to meet you.

MIGUEL: …Benny, and Manny, and my little sister, Socorro, named after my great-grandmother, Mamá Coco.

RED: Hello. My name’s Red. I was an outcast as an adult for my anger issues, which stemmed from being bullied as a kid for my eyebrows. It took Bird Island’s eggs being stolen for me to step up as their leader. But now, we’ve called a truce between birds, pigs, and eagles, and we’re all heroes of all three islands.

CHUCK: I’m Chuck. I can move faster than the speed of sound.

BOMB: I’m Bomb. When I get upset, I’ve been known to blow up. Literally, hence the name. (IMITATES HISSING AND EXPLOSION)

LEONARD: I’m Leonard Mudbeard, the king of Piggy Island.

SILVER: I’m Chuck’s sister, Silver. While he moves fast, I think fast. I can think of every calculation at a moment’s notice.

GARRY: I’m Garry, the pigs’ master of gadgetry. Not all of my inventions are perfect…

RED: Like the Invisi-Spray? Or the Eagle Detector? “There’s an eagle nearby! There’s an eagle nearby!”

GARRY: I know they were flops, Red!

COURTNEY: I’m Courtney, Leonard’s right-hoof assistant.

MIGHTY EAGLE: Behold! Gaze upon… Mighty Eagle! I see all and know all.

MATILDA: I’m Matilda. I was the teacher of the Infinity Acceptance Group. And this is my husband, Terence.

(Terence grins down at Marinette.)

MARINETTE: Wow. You’re a lucky lady to have hit the jackpot with this guy.

THE BLUES: We’re the Blues.

JAY: I’m Jay.

JAKE: I’m Jake.

JIM: And I’m Jim.

ZETA: I’m Zeta, the leader of the eagles. I admit, I went crazy after Ethan left me at the altar, and tried to destroy the neighboring islands to make my own tropical paradise, since Eagle Island is basically a giant iceberg.

DEBBIE: I’m their daughter, Debbie.

GLENN: I’m Zeta’s head engineer, Glenn.

ROSS: I’m Ross. I used to be Leonard’s assistant.

(The mime bird performs around Marinette.)

RED: Yeah, he likes all of this.

STELLA: I’m Stella. I’m Bird Island’s main tour guide.

BUBBLES: I’m Bubbles. Need a lift?

(Bubbles inflates a bit.)

HAL: I’m Hal. I’m really good at doing the boomerang.

ZOE: I’m Matilda’s daughter, Zoe. These are my best friends.

VIVI: I’m Vivi.

SAM-SAM: And I’m Sam-Sam.

(Poppy leaps into Marinette’s hand.)

POPPY: Hi. I’m Poppy, the queen of Pop Village.

BRANCH: I’m Branch. I’m not like the other Pop Trolls. When I was a kid, I got my grandmother killed by singing and attracting a predator, and spent twenty years not wanting anything to do with fun.

BIGGIE: I’m Biggie. I’m a big softie, aren’t I, Mr. Dinkles?

MR. DINKLES: Mew.

COOPER: I’m Prince Cooper of Vibe City.

GUY DIAMOND: I’m Guy Diamond.

(Marinette shields her eyes.)

MARINETTE: Oh, you are naked!

GUY DIAMOND: Yeah, Glitter Trolls aren’t (AUTO-TUNED) fond of clothes.

TINY DIAMOND: Yo, what’s up? I’m his son, Tiny Diamond.

SMIDGE: I’m Smidge. I’m the smallest troll in Pop Village, but I’m also the toughest, and the strongest!

SATIN: I’m Satin.

CHENILLE: And I’m Chenille.

SATIN: We…

CHENILLE: Love…

SATIN AND CHENILLE: …fashion!

DJ: I’m DJ Suki. You can count on me to get a good party going.

BRIDGET: I’m Bridget. Queen of Bergen Town alongside my husband…

GRISTLE: King Gristle Jr.

VIVA: I’m Poppy’s sister, Viva.

PEPPY: I’m Poppy’s father, the retired king of Pop Village, Peppy.

JOHN DORY: We’re Branch’s brothers, Brozone. I’m John Dory.

CLAY: I’m Clay.

FLOYD: I’m Floyd.

SPRUCE: And I’m Spruce.

BARB: Hey. I’m Queen Barb of the Hard Rock Trolls.

PRINCE D: I’m Cooper’s brother, Prince Darnell.

KING QUINCY: I’m King Quincy.

QUEEN ESSENCE: And I’m Queen Essence.

HICKORY: Guten Tag. I am Hickory, a Yodeler Troll.

DICKORY: Und I am Dickory.

CREEK: I’m Creek. I always hate admitting this, but I regret selling out my friends to the Bergens.

RIFF: I’m Barb’s band drummer, Riff.

DELTA: I’m Delta Dawn, leader of the Country Trolls.

KING TROLLEX: I’m King Trollex of the Techno Trolls.

TROLLZART: I am Trollzart, conductor of the Classical Music Trolls.

ARCHER: I’m Archer Pastry. I left behind my gangster brother and his crew, the Party Crashers.

CLOUD GUY: Hey. How’s it going? I’m Cloud Guy. Up high?

(As Marinette goes to slap his hand with her finger, he pulls it back.)

CLOUD GUY: Whoop! Too slow!

VAL: I’m Val Thundershock, the Ambassador of the Rock Tribe.

DEMO: I’m Demo, the manager of Val’s band.

HOLLY: I’m Holly Darlin’, the Ambassador of the Country Tribe.

DANTE: I’m Dante Crescendo, the Ambassador of the Classical Tribe.

LOWNOTE JONES: I’m Lownote Jones, the Ambassador of the Funk Tribe.

SYNTH: I’m Synth, the Ambassador of the Techno Tribe.

LEGSLY: I’m Legsly. I can’t extend my hair, but I can extend my legs.

THRASH: (MUMBLING) So our differences ain’t really that extreme

BARB: Oh, that’s my dad, the retired king of the Rock Trolls, Thrash.

PENNYWHISTLE: I’m Trollzart’s favorite flute, Pennywhistle.

POPPY: And he’s Fuzzbert.

(Fuzzbert bows.)

FLINT: I’m Flint Lockwood. I’ve been an inventor since I was a kid. One of my first were my Spray-on Shoes. Unfortunately, they don’t come off.

SAM: I’m Sam Sparks. Chew and Swallow’s newscaster.

TIM: I’m Tim Lockwood. Flint’s father and owner of Tim’s Bait and Tackle.

EARL: I’m Earl Devereaux. Chew and Swallow’s local policeman. No one better think of startin’ trouble.

BRENT: I’m Brent McHale. I used to be Swallow Falls’ mascot for sardines called Baby Brent. Chicken Brent is my new moniker. Ba-gawk-oh!

MANNY: I am Manny. Part-time doctor, part-time comedian, part-time cameraman.

FLINT: This is my best friend and trusted colleague.

STEVE: Steve!

MARINETTE: A Thought Translator?

STEVE: Steve!

BARB: I’m Barb. I’m an orangutan with a human brain within my ape brain. Like a turducken.

DIPPER: I’m Dipper Pines. I spent the summer of 2012 discovering the mysteries of Gravity Falls, Oregon.

MABEL: And thanks to the heroics of me and my family, we saved the town! I’m his twin sister, Mabel Pines.

STAN: Hello. I’m Stanley Pines. Ex-conman and retired owner of the Mystery Shack. These days, I’m traveling the world with my brother.

FORD: Stanford Pines. I spent 30 years trapped in a portal between dimensions. I also wrote three journals that I threw down a bottomless pit.

SOOS: I’m Soos Ramirez, the Mystery Shack’s handy mechanic, and new Mr. Mystery.

WENDY: I’m Wendy Courderoy. I was the Mystery Shack’s clerk, but still undeniably a fun time.

McGUCKET: I’m Fiddleford McGucket. Old, I may be, but Ford and I go way back.

GRENDA: We’re Mabel’s best friends. I’m Grenda Grendinator.

CANDY: And I’m Candy Chiu.

ROBBIE: I’m Robbie Valentino. Lead guitarist of Robbie V and the Tombstones.

PACIFICA: I’m Pacifica Northwest. My family used to be rich, until my father gave it all away to that Bill guy.

GIDEON: I’m Gideon Gleeful. I had a steady reputation despite my not-so pleasant actions.

MELODY: I’m Soos’ girlfriend, Melody, the Mystery Shack’s new clerk.

HICCUP: I’m Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III. The first viking in 300 years to not kill a dragon, and the chief of New Berk after the unfortunate death of my father, Stoick the Vast.

ASTRID: I’m his wife, Astrid Haddock, the chieftess of New Berk. These are our kids.

ZEPHYR: I’m Zephyr.

NUFFINK: And I’m Nuffink.

FISHLEGS: I’m Fishlegs Ingerman. Name any dragon, I have their statistics.

SNOTLOUT: I’m Snotlout Jorgensen. I admit, I might be a bit much.

TUFFNUT: I’m Tuffnut Thorston.

RUFFNUT: And I’m Ruffnut Thorston.

TUFFNUT: My sister and I love getting into trouble.

VALKA: I’m Hiccup’s mother, Valka. I lived on my own for years.

GOBBER: I’m Gobber the Belch. I was Stoick’s right-hand man.

ERET: I’m Eret. I was part of Drago Bludvist’s dragon-capturing crew before I defected.

SULLEY: I’m James P. Sullivan. My friends call me Sulley. I’m the CEO of Monsters, Incorporated. It’s a company that used to be all about sneaking into human children’s rooms through their closet doors and scaring them into screaming to power our world.

MIKE: But recently, we’ve realized that human laughter is ten times more powerful than their screams. I’m Mike Wazowski, the best Jokester at the company.

SULLEY: This is Boo, a human girl we met during the power crisis.

CELIA: I’m Celia Mae, the company receptionist.

MIKE: I’m her Googly-Bear.

CELIA: Yes, he is.

(Celia dips Mike and smooches him. Her snakes keep kissing him.)

YETI: I’m the Adorable Snowman. Why do people call me the Abominable Snowman? Do I look abominable to you?

(He offers a tray of snow cones.)

YETI: Snow cone?

(Marinette eyes the yellow tops.)

MARINETTE: Uh…

YETI: Oh, no, don’t worry. It’s lemon.

MIKE: And these were our Oozma Kappa fraternity brothers back in Monsters University.

SQUISHY: I’m Scott Squibbles. My friends call me Squishy.

DON: I’m Don Carlton. Mature student. I spent 30 years in the textile industry, and then got downsized. I figured I could either throw myself a pity party, or go back to school and learn the computers.

TERRY: We’re Terry and Terri Perry. I’m Terry with a Y.

TERRI: And I’m Terri with an I. I’m a dance major.

TERRY: And I’m not.

ART: I’m Art. New age philosophy major.

TYLOR: I’m Tylor Tuskman. I graduated from Monsters University to work for Monsters, Inc. as a Scarer, only to end up working in the Monsters, Inc. Facilities Team, or “MIFT”, when I joined the company the day they transitioned from scream to laugh power.

VAL: I’m Val Little. I was Tylor’s one-time classmate from MU.

FRITZ: I’m Fritz, the leader of MIFT.

CUTTER: I’m Katherine Sterns. You can call me Cutter. I keep remnants of each MIFT member who died on the job.

DUNCAN: I’m Duncan, the assistant supervisor of MIFT.

GRU: I’m Felonious Gru. I used to a bad guy, and now I work as a secret agent for the Anti-Villain League.

DRU: I’m his twin brother, Dru Gru.

LUCY: I’m Agent Gru’s partner and wife, Lucy Wilde.

MARGO: We’re Gru’s adopted girls. I’m Margo.

EDITH: I’m Edith.

AGNES: I’m Agnes.

GRU: And our son, Gru Jr.

POPPY: I’m Poppy Prescott, student at Lycée Pas Bon to become a supervillain.

DR. NEFARIO: I’m Gru’s friend and scientist, Dr. Nefario.

KEVIN: Bello. (SPEAKING MINIONESE) …Kevin, (SPEAKING MINIONESE) …Stuart,…

STUART: Bello!

KEVIN: …(SPEAKING MINIONESE) …Bob.

BOB: Minions!

GRU: And there’s hundreds more where they came from.

DRACULA: I am…

MARINETTE: Count Dracula? The blood-sucking vampire?

DRACULA: So you’ve heard. I’m the retired owner of Hotel Transylvania. It used to be off-limits to humans and a place for monsters to get away from it all. And, no, I don’t drink human blood. It’s so fatty, and you never know where it’s been. I use a blood substitute. Either Near Blood or Blood Beaters. You can’t tell the difference.

JOHNNY: I’m Drac’s son-in-law, Jonathan Loughran, the new co-owner of the hotel.

MAVIS: Alongside me, Drac’s daughter, Mavis.

MARINETTE: And you’re Frankenstein’s monster? Fire bad?

FRANK: Yep. Not to mention, I’m quite the big eater.

MARINETTE: And you must be his bride.

EUNICE: Name’s Eunice.

WAYNE: I’m Wayne Werewolf, she’s my wife, Wanda.

WANDA: Our kids drive us nuts.

GRIFFIN: Hey, I’m Griffin.

MARINETTE: Ah!

GRIFFIN: Oh, sorry. I really need to start that throat clearing thing.

MARINETTE: The Invisible Man?

GRIFFIN: Uh-huh.

MURRAY: I’m Murray, and I bring the party anywhere!

DENNIS: I’m Papa Drac’s grandson, Dennis. I got my vampire fangs straight on my fifth birthday.

VLAD: I’m Drac’s father, Vlad.

ERICKA: And I’m Drac’s wife, Ericka.

VAN HELSING: I’m a retired monster hunter, and Ericka’s great-grandfather, Abraham Van Helsing.

MARINETTE: One of The Van Helsings?

VAN HELSING: Yes. I didn’t want to let the legacy die, and my searches lasted beyond my lifespan, so I replaced my failing organs with technology. I say, I am still quite a looker.

ERICKA: Um, sure.

CRYSTAL: I’m Griffin’s girlfriend, Crystal the Invisible Woman.

WINNIE: I’m Winnie Werewolf, the only obedient offspring to the Werewolves. Right, my Zing?

DENNIS: Yeesh.

DRACULA: And these are the Blobbies. He’s Blobby, that’s Blobby’s son, and this is their puppy.

MARINETTE: Well, I’m glad to call all of you my new friends.

LUNA-TK: We’re honored.

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Trivia

The restaurant where Marinette was going to meet the gang was originally T.G.I. Friday’s in the same shopping plaza, but I realized the amount of characters Marinette was going to meet weren’t going to fit in one area of the restaurant, so when thinking of a smaller restaurant, Panera Bread came to mind first, and I went with that. Miller’s Ale House also came to mind, but I ran into the same problem as Friday’s. California Pizza Kitchen also could have possibly worked, it’s just that that restaurant is one big room that’s also curved, so Panera it is.

[twopoppies]

hi, g! hope you've had a good day! i spent all of last night watching old 1d and h performances and i just got so emotional!!! the things they were going through and how much they confided in each other - gah! and just how talented and electric they were on stage together was unreal.

i will admit that i very rarely go back to watch h's solo performances bc the whole love on tour/fine line/harry's house era was filled w/ awful memories for me. the way harry was portrayed in the media along with the gp reaction + how incredibly toxic the fandom became just made everything overwhelmingly awful. i genuinely had to stop even listening to h's music bc the simple association made those bad feelings come back again.

it's the only reason i'm not excited about new music releasing soon. i love h and his music, but it still feels like it's only been a few weeks since he stopped touring. i'd love for him to take an even longer break just to make as much good music as he pleases and for the fandom to calm down before he goes back into it. ik he loves touring, but the idea of him going back just to see influencers/celebs/gen. rich people in the crowd who don't give a shit about him or his music and basically using him to boost their popularity is so disheartening.

idk, ig i'm just feeling nostalgic about hslot and how much more authentic the fandom and crowds felt at his shows. (ofc there were still some issues there, but still.)

sorry for the rant, gina! 😅 just a lot to mull over.

I get it. It was a simpler time in 2017. Although, there was also a HUGE split in the fandom at that point that created some really rabid solos who attacked him over everything.

I think if it affects you that much, the only way to deal with it and to enjoy Harry’s solo music/tour is to remove yourself from fandom. I mean, you can work on why you feel so personally affected, but that’s likely to take a lot longer. ❤️

[chuckabeth]

GAH this is too long. I’m sorry my brain is like this but not sorry enough I guess.

I’m a frickin bel canto singer. Guess what else? I’m sick and disabled! Chronic pain all over, weakness, exhaustion, debilitatingly tight muscles. Yet my favorite mode of artistic expression is so body-intensive it would not be wrong to call it a sport.

You might have heard how important it is to open and have control of your mouth for resonance while singing - my jaw simply won’t swing open all the way. You might have heard how important it is to relax enough to give your diaphragm room for as much air as possible - turns out I might not be able to do that properly, either. And much of the time it HURTS to frickin breathe!! In order to sing!!!

I’m gonna need physical therapy in a way other singers won’t, and maybe I’ll never unlock my instrument’s “full” potential, but I have heard literally dozens of people tell me they’re wowed that such a powerful sound can come from such a small body - and my sound!! By bel canto standards!!! Is very small!!!! Yet I’m doing it. I’m “passing.” All the love in the world to Andrea Bocelli, but vision has so little to do with his incredible bel canto technique. I’m trying to do what he (and Audra McDonald and Renee Fleming and more realistically Kathleen Battle and Elin Manahan Thomas) do, with my tight, pain-riddled, exhausted, underweight body with a mouth too small for the normal amount of teeth.

DOESN’T MATTER. Just like the previous commenter said, I’m gonna do what makes my heart sing. While…literally singing from my heart lol. The joy of this kind of self-expression makes all worth it. And some day I’m gonna show everyone what Mimì from La Bohème really sounds like, from my wheelchair and all.

So when AI tries to synthesize voices and music and whatever the heck, off the hard work of Bocelli and McDonald and Fleming and Battle and Manahan Thomas, not to mention the music of real genius composers AI has already tried to parrot, it isn’t going to hold half a flame to the passion, soul, and fascinating human interpretation of the pieces they choose to perform, or develop/write themselves. I have a disabled friend who composes and directs choral/symphonic pieces that rival John Rutter, and she does it while raising a family, managing grad school, SSI for her veteran husband, not to mention supporting other college students in countless extracurriculars… Because she frickin LOVES it.

Stop talking about ableism and stop talking about AI when you don’t know what you’re talking about. AI isn’t like medicine or mobility devices or prosthetics or therapeutic devices, and it isn’t even like being shown simple human value and decency like we demand. AI is nothing more and nothing less than robbery, of abled and disabled people alike. And remember, most important of all - we disabled don’t work hard at these “impossible” things for your inspiration porn. We do it because it ENRICHES our lives, lives that capitalist systems and governments taking on those ideals actively try to limit and impoverish. Don’t impoverish us even further with more legalized theft.

And if you are disabled and one mode of artistry just doesn’t turn out to be worth the hard work for you, that’s okay. Or maybe it’s not a matter of hard work, maybe right now the ability is simply blocked off. That’s okay, too. Mourning is part of that process, and I’m with you. But I know you can find something else to love, something for which you can learn and build good honest skill and labor. It’ll be far more worthwhile, I promise.

"ai is making it so everyone can make art" Everyone can make art dipshit it came free with your fucking humanity

[vgckwb]

P5R: Rebel Girl (A FeMC Story/P5R Rework) Chapter 204: Knees Deep

As Makoto and Eiko arrived at school on Saturday, Makoto saw something that caught her attention. “Hey,” she said, “I have some student council business to take care of. See you in class?”

“Totally!” Eiko said. She gave her a peck on the cheek and headed off.

Makoto rubbed her cheek gently before walking over to the person she needed to talk to. “Hey,” she said firmly, but gently.

Mishima turned around. “Oh, uh, hey Niijima. What’s up?”

“Well, I’ve been talking with the rest of the student council,” Makoto began, “and we’ve decided to offer you an invitation to join.”

Mishima was shocked. “Wha wha WHAT?!”

Makoto nodded. “We think you’d be a huge asset.”

“Um, not to doubt you, but why?” Mishima wondered. “I mean, I’m nothing entirely special.”

“I disagree,” Makoto said. “You are an incredible fact finder. You have an immense knowledge of how the internet works, so you can help tackle problems from that angle. You are determined to help when you’re asked. And you have a good ability to talk with others.

Of course, we are  aware of some of your shortcomings, such as being prone to jealousy, lacking a focus at times, and hesitancy to accept blame in certain situations. Not to mention your grades.” Mishima frowned. “But we think we can help you overcome all of that if you were to join.”

Mishima was confused. “You…really think so?”

“Absolutely,” Makoto said. “I know what it’s like to become part of a group and grow because of it. And we at the student council know your strengths, so it’s just a matter of helping that along.”

“Hmmmm,” Mishima pondered. “Do you mind if I think about it? I mean, I appreciate the offer, but, well, I’ve never even considered something like this.”

Makoto nodded. “Of course.” She walked off, leaving Mishima deep in thought.

He spent the rest of the day pondering this new avenue. Mostly, he was surprised by hearing both his ups and downs in a concise manner. But would he go for it? It was an interesting idea, and based on what Makoto said, it was tailored to his strengths. Or at least, more than volleyball was. And then it hit him. He knew what he had to do.

While the volleyball team was back, he hadn’t gone to the initial practice. He decided to go today to help get some clarity. He performed just about as well as he expected, which is to say not too bad, but nowhere near everyone else’s level. Still, he managed.

After practice, once he left the locker room, he started looking around. “Hey,” Shiho said.

“Gah!”Mishima said. He sighed. “Sorry. You scared me.” Shiho giggled. “Although, I did want to talk to you.”

“I wanted to talk to you as well,” Shiho said. “I’m glad you’re rejoining the volleyball team.”

“Well, that’s the thing,” Mishima said. Shiho grew concerned. “I’m…not sure if I will.”

Shiho was even more concerned. “How come?”

Mishima sighed. “I mean, well, you at least know part of the answer.” Shiho nodded, all too aware of what Mishima meant. “But also, like I said in Hawaii, I don’t know if my heart is in it. I only stuck with it for so long to stay close by your side. And then because I was a coward, I almost lost you.”

“Yuuki…” Shiho replied.

“But after the whole Kamoshida incident, I resolved to better myself,” Mishima said. “And while it has been a bumpy road, with some help, I think I’m getting there.”

“Well,” Shiho responded, “you know we’ll help you if you decide to stick it out.”

“Well, that’s another thing,” Mishima said. He sighed. “I was invited to join a different club.”

“Which one?” Shiho asked.

“The student council,” Mishima answered.

Shiho was surprised. “Wow.” Mishima nodded. “I think you can do it.”

Mishima was surprised. “You…really think so?”

Shiho nodded back. “I mean, I’ve known you for a long time. You can do anything if you put your mind to it.”

“Well, I mean, I haven’t put my mind too much,” Mishima said, undercutting himself.

“You stuck with volleyball just to remain close with me,” Shiho said. “I think that shows you just what you can do when you put your mind to it.”

“Huh,” Mishima said. “Hmmm.” He smirked. “You know, I've always been a little jealous of you.”

“Me?” Shiho said.

Mishima nodded. “You were never afraid to say what’s on your mind. You always see the good in people. You show determination. Meanwhile, I’ve always taken the coward’s way out. At least, until recently. But I was always hoping things would go my way without making it happen for fear that if I screwed up I’d have lost everything.”

Shiho smiled. “That’s very sweet of you to say. But I think you’re better than you give yourself credit for.”

“Maybe,” Mishima said. “But even so, I don’t think I’m half as amazing as you.”

“Oh stop,” Shiho said.

“I mean it,” Mishima said. “I really do.” He paused slightly before sighing. “I guess this has to be the first step.” Shiho was curious. “I mentioned hoping things would go my way without me taking action. Well me being part of the volleyball team has been that. But if I’m not going tobe a part of it going forward, I think I need to say this: I think I love you Shiho Suzui.”

Shiho turned red. “What?”

“I think I love you,” Mishima said. “I think I always have. Like, I said I remained a part of the volleyball team just to be closer with you, but we’ve been going to the same school for a long time now. Plus, we have phones and the internet now. It would have been easy just to remain friends. But I was kind of hoping to be more than that, which is why I stuck with volleyball. I was hoping you’d notice me and like me too. But I guess that didn’t quite work as intended. So that’s why I’m saying it now.”

Shiho was processing this. “Wow. Ummmmm. Wow.”

“Eh heh,” Mishima chuckled nervously. “I’m sorry. That might have been too much. Well, uh, I guess I have my answer.”

He tried leaving, but Shiho grabbed his sleeve, preventing him from doing so. He turned towards her to see her red face spouting tears. “Hold on just a second,” she instructed. Mishima fully turned towards her, as she let go. “I…think we have the same issue.” Mishima was confused. “I was kind of always hoping you’d tell me this, but when you never did, I just thought it was a fantasy of mine. And then with the whole Kamoshida thing, I…I…” she sighed, “I sort of felt like damaged goods, you know?”

“Shiho…” Mishima replied.

“So hearing that you like me,” Shiho continued, wiping a tear, “and you always have, well, it’s simply divine.”

Mishima grew determined. He grasped Shiho’s shoulders. “I’m sorry. I didn’t do everything I could have to stop Kamoshida’s worst instincts.” Tears started dripping from his eyes. “I’m sorry I wasn’t a better friend. You’re not ‘damaged goods’. You’re a shining beacon of hope that I look to whenever I feel down. I’ve been far too weak for far too long. But I don’t want you to feel like that. So, while I might not have been the best friend, if you’d let me, I’ll try and be the best boyfriend I can be.”

Shiho was in awe. She wiped her tears. “Yes.” She wrapped her arms around his head. They pulled each other in, and shared a kiss. Mishima was still a little uncertain about whether to join the student council, but he knew that whatever he decided, he’d come out the other side stronger.

[childeproof]

It’s Crazy Man, Bunny Teeth, and Super Rad for the ask game? ^o^)/

- @sheepie-self-ships

it’s crazy man! w/ neuvillette: “what was your first date with your f/o like?“

for the first official date him & sacha went to the opera together,, sacha, who formally sang in a chorus, was fascinated by the style. it was at the edge of its seat for the whole performance!

neuvillette is no stranger to watching operas, so he got them one of the best seats in the house and was mostly amused by sacha’s interest

they don’t talk throughout the performance, mostly using body language and bursts of eye contact to communicate feeling or thought; they’re not in tune, not soulmates, just two guys who grew up more formally than most

^^ they both prob know fan language, lol

anyhow, the opera quickly becomes their fav date spot. they typically go for a light meal before or after watching a performance :)

bunny teeth! w/ jfk ( clone high ): “what is your f/o’s favorite thing about you?”

he’s enamored by my autism.. i’m only half joking

jean-michel ( jm for short ) is my 2nd s/i for clone high and the one i pair with jfk,, he is autistic and i think jfk fucks with it.. lol

but for serious, probably jm’s artistic skills and dedication to it, he’s always drawing or creating something and it’s like he’s not only living up to his clone father’s reputation but in some ways exceeding it in the clone high verse ( he’s known!! online he’s rlly popular ) ( he doesn’t show his face in any videos though but ppl @ school know it’s him :p )

jfk can’t claim to be THAT dedicated to any hobby and i think he rlly admires jm for that

he desperately wants to model for jm & has probably not so jokingly offered to nude model for him just to get closer to him and flirt,, he flirts with jm the same way he flirts with every other romantic interest he’s had

jm is kind of oblivious to romance ( autism ) ( self projection not saying EVERYONE with autism is oblivious ) and i think he thinks of friendships a lot more so it’s only once he becomes comfy as friends that he considers jfk romantically

anyways yea prob his dedication to his craft,, jfk admires that a lot. and his smile but that’s for another day.

super rad! w/ jesse pinkman: “if you and your f/o had superpowers, what would they be?”

amelia wld be like word girl and for her that would be 100% a dream come true. if i had to limit it to one, probably super hearing or strength

but i rlly think she’d be like word girl with multiple powers that, unlike word girl, she’d have loose control over

jesse pinkman wld have super speed umm I love speedy heroes I think they’re always the cutest. the super speed cocky ish maybe a little flirty but goofy and charming and maybe a little immature but u know. ok u know the archetype y’all know what i’m talking abt. don’t make me list names.

if he didn’t have super speed i honestly.. gah can’t even imagine it.

he would try to speedily sneak up on amelia and she’d go “i heard you coming..”

imagining them as the incredibles now.. them being two married super heroes.. TOO SILLY! ABORT MISSION!

[the-littlest-goblin]

ooooooooh for fic prompts, could i request: essek interacting with Frumpkin, specifically playing with him (so as to impress Caleb and earn his favor a bit), but our favorite hot boi most likely did not have pets growing up and is at a bit of a loss with what to do. (bonus: Caleb sees this and thinks it's incredibly endearing)

I think you got everything you wanted. ft. my personal 'here’s how Frumpkin can still win’ headcanon.

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This was not how familiars were supposed to work.

Essek may not have summoned one before (he’d never really understood the use of an assistant with no opposable thumbs), but he had read enough about the spell to know that this was not how familiars were supposed to behave. 

Maybe that was because Frumpkin didn’t technically count as a familiar anymore.

No one knew exactly what had happened, or why. Essek and Caleb had exchanged a number of theories on the matter, but so far the best explanation still went to Beau’s conclusion: “weird fey shit.”

After Aeor and the Somnovem, when they had all finally gotten a chance to breathe again, Caleb had done some sort of ritual to more permanently banish his familiar. Essek hadn’t gotten the full context at the time, but it had something to do with symbolic closure and moving on. The cat was already gone from the Material Plane at that point, but Caleb had wanted to remove the temptation to summon him again, and so devised a sort of reversal of the Find Familiar spell.

However, upon performing the anti-summoning ritual, the cat had appeared in the ritual circle as if Caleb had cast the spell as usual. Only instead of going to his master’s side, Frumpkin had sauntered away from Caleb with a swish of his tail and gone to sit directly at Essek’s feet.

“Hmm,” Caleb had muttered, the hint of a grin twitching at the corner of his mouth. “It looks like he has made a choice.”

Ever since, Caleb had been unable to banish Frumpkin, or communicate with him, or give him orders. He had seemingly lost his magical connection to, and mastery over, the cat—Frumpkin was no longer his familiar, as had been the intention. It was just that Frumpkin apparently liked the Material Plane better than the Feywild, and so refused to leave. And since Caleb had let him go, he chose a new wizard to keep him company. For the next several days they had spent recuperating and planning their next moves, Frumpkin stuck with Essek, never straying from his side for long.

But, crucially, he did not become Essek’s familiar, a lesson they had learned quickly enough. Essek didn’t even have Find Familiar in his spellbook. He couldn’t banish Frumpkin, he couldn’t communicate telepathically with him, and he certainly couldn’t give him orders. 

So, Essek just had a pet cat now, one which happened to be fey in nature. Stranger things had happened—much, much stranger—so for Essek’s part, it had seemed easiest to just accept this development in stride. At times, he was even grateful for the cat’s presence. 

But right now, he was very much not. At least familiars were obedient.

Essek winced against the sound of shattering glass—a sound which was becoming somewhat routine since taking up residence in these new, temporary lodgings with Frumpkin as his roommate. 

Essek closed his eyes and took one deep breath before looking up from his notes to survey the damage. His gaze met Frumpkin’s round, amber eyes across the room, looking impossibly innocent where he sat primly on one of the tables which Essek had set up to house his research. His tail swished back and forth where it hung over the edge, acting like a flashing signal to point Essek’s attention down towards the starburst of broken glass glittering directly beneath him.

Mercifully, the beaker which Frumpkin had marked for termination had been holding a harmless and easily replaceable solvent, rather than any of the more valuable or dangerous liquids Essek had lying around in his provisional lab. His fingers curled protectively around the precious vial of liquid dunamis sitting next to him.

“Why?” He let the single syllable of the word stretch out into a long, bone-deep groan lasting several seconds. The question was aimed both at Frumpkin and at himself, and covered a variety of curiosities he had about the situation. Why did Frumpkin feel such a persistent desire to destroy Essek’s belongings? Why had he chosen to adhere himself to Essek in the first place, when he seemed to hold a deep disdain for everything Essek owned or did? Why was Essek incapable of learning the very simple lesson of locking the door to this makeshift lab? Why had he promised Caleb that he would take care of Frumpkin while the Mighty Nein dealt with the Assembly, instead of throwing the mangy beast out onto the streets of Port Dumali as soon as they had arrived at the safe house?

None of these were questions to which Essek was about to get any answers, so he tried another one.

“What do you want from me?”

Frumpkin blinked.

“You are still a fey being. You don’t need food or water, and as far as I understand, providing those two things are the pillars of caring for a pet. So, what else could you possibly need that requires my attention?”

Frumpkin flicked his ears.

Caleb had given Essek a brief overview of what to expect in terms of cat-care, but either he had chosen to leave out a lot of unsavory details, or decoupling from their arcane connection had put Frumpkin through a drastic personality change, because Essek had received no instructions about how to handle the kind of stalemate in which he currently found himself.

“You have my sincerest apologies, but unlike your previous master, I cannot read your thoughts, and your current methods of communication are lacking in clarity.”

Frumpkin’s tail began swishing faster. He broke eye contact with Essek to gaze intently at the row of jars lining the next table over. These were full of various concoctions, including some potentially dangerous acids, the results of Essek’s increasing boredom as he stayed hunkered down in his safe house day after day. He only ever went out for the duration of a Disguise Self to buy food or other necessary supplies; he was too noticeable to amble around the city for leisure, on the slim but ever-present risk that word of a strange drow in Port Dumali would reach the ears of Ikithon or his servants. Essek was under strict instructions to stay as hidden as possible until he got the all-clear from the Mighty Nein. With only the materials to continue his most basic experiments with dunamis, he was growing bored out of his mind. 

Essek heaved another deep sigh before reluctantly abandoning his notes and gliding over to where Frumpkin had stationed himself. With a short wave of his hands, the spill vanished and the broken shards of glass floated gently into the trash bin. Then, Essek unceremoniously lifted the cat into his arms before he had the chance to wreak any more havoc, and deposited him outside the door. 

Distraction removed, Essek made to turn around and return to his research, this time intending to lock the door to prevent further feline interruptions. But before he could do so, he made the mistake of looking into Frumpkin’s eyes again. The cat’s pupils gleamed, impossibly wide and round, and his tail was still swishing back and forth in an incomprehensible pattern, like some sort of code. A mixture of affection and guilt welled up in Essek, rooting to the spot.

Godsdammit, but he had promised Caleb he was going to take care of his cat, and that meant not ignoring Frumpkin when he was clearly trying to tell him something. Because even if Caleb no longer wanted a familiar to travel around with him, he still loved this damned cat, and also Essek was trying to be less callous and heartless in general.

He thought back to Caleb’s instructions with a fair bit of desperation, searching for some hint of what would make Frumpkin happy. All he came up with was a faint recollection, something about enjoying being scratched behind the ears.

“Is that all you want? Is that what you interrupted me for?” Fighting not to roll his eyes, Essek reached down for a pet.

As soon as he got close enough, Frumpkin lunged.

“Gah!” Essek snatched his hand back, nursing the sting of pain from Frumpkin’s bite. There was no blood; the little demons’s fangs hadn’t managed to break the skin. It could barely count as an injury, but the shock of betrayal hurt more than the scratch.

“What in the Nine Hells was that for?” Essek glared at Frumpkin, then noticed just in time that the cat was poised to strike again. This time, he only had to turn slightly to keep his hands out of harm's way, but Frumpkin wasn’t aiming for the exposed skin. There was a loose thread dangling from the hem of Essek’s sleeve, apparently caught by the previous attack. Frumpkin was intent on it. He flung himself at the thread, grabbing at it with his clumsy paws. It slipped through his grip, and he lunged again without hesitation.

Experimentally, Essek lifted his arm so the thread dangled higher off the ground. Frumpkin took the challenge to heart, leaping to grab it in his teeth before it slipped out of his grasp again, and he landed on the floor in defeat. Essek moved his arm over to one side, and Frumpkin followed with enthusiasm, this time managing to get the thread around one claw. The split second of resistance was enough to tear it from Essek’s sleeve. Frumpkin rolled over onto his back, victorious, batting his prize around in euphoric glee.

A grin spread across Essek’s face as he watched this display of simple delight. 

“I suppose you were just bored, too. Was that it?”

Frumpkin responded by biting the string with a vengeance. 

An idea began forming in the corner of his mind as he watched Frumpkin playing. Absentmindedly, Essek twisted his fingers and summoned a trace thread of dunamis into his hand, shaping and stretching it into a longer and longer cord of greyish, glowing energy, which he then dangled tantalizingly over Frumpkin’s head. The boring, non-magical string was immediately forgotten and discarded as Frumpkin caught sight of the dunamis toy. His whole body wiggling in excitement, he lunged at the cord again and again, pulling a genuine laugh out of Essek as he bobbed and weaved the magic around, dancing it out of Frumpkin’s grasp. He needed a break from his lab anyway, and this was shockingly entertaining.

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“Well? How are they?” Just a hint of nerves colored Caleb’s voice, as it did every time they checked in on Essek. The fear that this time, the scry would reveal him not safe and sound on the Coast, far from the Trent’s reach, but somewhere cold and dark and threatening.

The faint glow faded from Jester’s eyes as the spell ended. Looking up at Caleb with a smile, she said, “You’re not going to believe this Caleb, it’s the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen.”

Caleb grinned back at her.

[afterglow-tommylee]

Chapter 14. A Place Where Love Is Unconditional

*Warning! Sexual Content Ahead*

Malibu California March 18 2002

"Gah fuck,"Tommy sighs with a yawn as he runs his fingers though his darks locks walking across the bedroom floor in just his black boxer briefs. I was sitting on the bed in just an oversized black Megadeth band shirt and nothing else, my dark curls down passed my shoulders as usual and flipping through the channels on the TV trying to find something for us to watch to wind down after a full day with his boys. Pam had picked them up a little while ago but it took a while  since they cried almost the entire time that Tommy was getting them ready to go back home. They really didn't want to leave and I have to admit, I didn't want them to go either. I just love them so much already. 

They were so well behaved as they watched from the sidelines when Tommy was shooting the video, but like all little boys they did start to get impatient. But, I had set up a separate trailer for them as a play room so they could just run wild if they wanted to. I couldn't believe how well they took to me. They were so sweet and listened to me if I needed them to. I was so afraid that they would not want me around at all since I'm not their mom.

Today was all about the boys though. We took them to the park and I just grabbed a spot with a blanket on the grass while Tommy just went crazy with them on the slide, the swings, and just everything so that I could catch up on some emails and work stuff for the tour coming up in May.

Watching Tommy play with them was so incredible. It makes me love him even more if that's possible. He's such a good dad and anyone who says otherwise is fucking full of it. It's almost like I could see us having a baby, maybe one day... and I haven't even thought about having babies at all since, y'know... Chris. Fuck, here I am getting way ahead of myself. 

"Find anything yet?" Tommy asks as he climbs onto the bed beside me.

"No... nothing," I say and click the remote, continuing to surf through the channels. 

"Well I think I have a better idea anyways," He says brushing my curls off my shoulder, placing his lips to that spot under my ear and pacing his palm on my cheek to hold me to him. 

I close my eyes and sigh, instantly melting into him. Then he starts to get silly, tickling me with his lips against my neck and I giggle, trying to tell him to stop but he doesn't listen and eventually we're both laughing as he pulls me down beside him on the bed.

"Aha! got it!" Tommy exclaimed as he grabbed the remote from me and started flipping through the channels.

"No! Hey!" I yelp with laughter as I try to sit back up with him but he playfully pushes me back down and I laugh. 

"Nope I don't think so," He laughs holding it just out of my reach as I try to take it from him, somehow finding myself laying across him reaching up to try and take it back from him, my shirt going up ever so slightly and he obviously notices. 

"Babe!" I laugh and I see him bite his bottom lip and playfully smack me on my ass and I yelp with laughter as he laughs. 

"You gotta get it from me first!" He laughs again as I try and wrestle it out of his hand, but he just has so much more reach than I do. 

"Tommy!" I say again and he flicks the channel once more and I suddenly hear Queen's 'Somebody To Love' come on and I turn and look at the screen and it was their Live Aid performance from '85.

"Don't - don't change it, keep it there," I say slightly out of breath from laughing. 

"What?" Tommy laughs and just to be silly I start to sing- well sort of - I'm not that great but I can sort of carry a tune. Just don't ask me to quit my day job.

"...I work hard... every day of my life

I work 'til I ache in my bones

At the end... of the day

I take home my hard earned pay all on my own"

I sing silly and dramatically, moving myself from him, sitting up and quickly grabbing the remote from him and using it as a microphone, and Tommy just looks at me like I'm crazy and that charming smile spreads across his face.

"I get down on my knees 

And I start to pray

'Til the tears run down from my eyes

Lord, somebody, somebody, ooh somebody

Please, can anybody find me somebody to love?"

He starts to laugh and I laugh in between my words as I get up on my knees and get right into the song, feeling it through and through. 

"Got no feel, I got no rhythm

I just keep losing my beat,

I'm OK, I'm alright, I ain't gonna face... no defeat 

I just gotta get out of this prison cell

One day I'm gonna be free, Lord!

Find me, somebody to love!"

And with that last line I break out laughing my ass off and he laughs pulling me back down on the bed with him. 

"You are fuckin' crazy baby," He laughs as I lay beside him looking up at him

"My... distraction... worked though, didn't it?" I say trying to catch my breath in between my words from laughing so hard as I hold the remote in my hand.

"I guess it did," He laughs, and once our laughter had finally calmed down somewhat - though I still managed to giggle every once and I while - he says with a chuckle, "Baby, I fuckin' love you so god damn much," 

"I... fucking love... you so much more," I giggle in between my words. Then without so much as a thought, he says something that I never ever thought he would ever say to me. 

"Then marry me," He says, looking away from me for a second, then back into my eyes. 

It was like the whole world stopped and the only thing that was moving was the insane pounding of my heart that I swear was going to bust right through my chest. 

"What?" I breathe out, with a giggle trying to figure out if he was making a joke or not. 

He then sits up, turns, and opens up the drawer to the bedside table, pulls something out and slides the drawer closed, then turns back to me holding a little black velvet box and I suddenly feel everything in my body go numb. 

"Holy fuck," I say and quickly sit up, flipping my curls out of my eyes and look down at the small black velvet box he held in his hand, then look back at him as he focused on the box, his brow furrowed and deep in thought. 

He then opened the box and took out the most perfect diamond ring I had ever seen. It was a huge rock too in a simple classic cut with a white gold band. I had never seen a diamond so big before. He then looked back into my eyes and I had never seen him so nervous, almost like he was afraid to ask me the question again. 

"Will... will you marry me?" He asks, looking straight into my eyes, his voice low and hitching just a bit.

Everything was moving so fast. I never thought I would ever be in this spot ever again. I never in a million - trillion years thought I would ever feel this way again, that I would fall in love so intensely and so passionately,  and never in those million - trillion years would I have thought it would be Tommy Lee in front of me asking me this question. 

While all of these thoughts ran through my mind faster than the speed of light  - if that's even possible - there was only one thought, one word I needed to say. 

"Yes," 

"Yea?" He smiles at me with a chuckle, his eyes so dark and so full of love.

"Yes. Yes, a thousand times yes," I giggle then bite my bottom lip, feeling my blood rushing through my body. 

He takes the ring, setting the box aside, then takes my left hand and slides the ring over my finger, and touches his forehead to mine closing his eyes. I reach up, placing my palms on either side of his face and press my lips to his, softly at first but then he immediately pulls me into his lap, his lips devouring mine, quickly becoming passionate as my fingers lace through his soft thick locks. 

I couldn't believe this was happening. There are no words to describe just how much I am in love with him. I didn't even hesitate. There is no question that I would marry him, and I've never been so fucking happy. 

His hands move to my hips, then under my shirt and to the small of my back pulling me closer to him. His hands feeling so rough and so warm against my bare skin sending shivers all over as they move from my back to my breasts, his thumbs finding my nipples and playing so perfectly. I have never wanted him so much as I want him right now. The feeling of his lips on mine, his fingers on my skin and the warmth of his body sends vibrations right to my core, wanting him like I've never wanted him before. 

"...my god," I whisper breaking away from his lips and he help lift my shirt over my head, my curls falling down around me as he tosses it across the bedroom, then his lips instantly crash back to mine, devouring as his tongue plays with mine then parting from my lips and moving to my jaw, nipping and biting, sending shivers all over my body. 

He then lays me back on the bed, shifting himself so that he is hovering over me, and places his lips around my nipple, flicking his tongue and nipping, making me arch my back and sigh. 

"Tommy?" I moan.

"What- ee?" He says once he parts from my nipple and moves to the other one repeating the same motions. 

"I fucking love you," I say and he stops playing with my nipple and looks back at me still hovering over me, his dark eyes boaring into mine, his hair fallen across his eyes and I reach for the rim of his boxer briefs, ripping them down over his hips and begin to palm him, feeling his incredible erection. The length and thickness of his was intimidating everytime I feel him, but fuck did he ever make me feel so fucking good. 

In one movement he is on his back leaning back on his elbows watching me as I kneel in between his thighs and without wasting any time, I take him in my hand and suck the tip of him hearing him moan as I do so.

"Oh shit," He says and I suck lightly, feeling his whole body tense up. I give him another squeeze as I suck harder and more determined, earning moans of encouragement with each stroke. His breathing intensifies as I do my work on him, enjoying every single second while he groans even louder which only inflames me more.

I stopped for a moment, still feeling his eyes on me as I ran my tongue all the way down his shaft and slowly back up to give me a moment to catch my breath. Then I went back to sucking, flattening my tongue along his shaft stroking and squeezing whatever I couldn't get in my mouth.

"Holy shit, that's so fucking hot baby," He says watching me. "... don't you dare fucking stop," He begged throwing his head back, but then quickly focusing back on me again, feeling the urge to release. I then got down to business, sucking greedily, harder and harder as he twitched and moaned. Once his stomach became tense, I moved my free hand up over his abs and prepared myself for the load that was about to explode in my mouth. 

"Shit, I'm gonna fuckin' cum baby, " He cries and I soothed him through it, his voice deep and husky at first before turning into a whimper and once it was over, I let go and sat up to catch my breath.

"Good?" I ask breathlessly and he growls and practically attacks me, his lips on my neck, making me laugh as I fall back on the bed and he hovers over me again. His lips then crash to mine once more, becoming full of hunger and eagerness, then he parts his lips from mine, moves to my right nipple, giving that a quick nibble and a suck, making me whimper.

"Your turn," He says once he parts from my nipple and I giggle as he swiftly moves down parting my thighs, his fingers instantly parting my lips and stroking my clit ever so softly at first, making me moan at the slightest touch. I was so fucking turned on by him I knew I was not going to last long at all. 

Then without wasting any time, he spreads me open and his lips instantly make contact with my clit. I gasp then take in a deep breath as I raise my arms above my head gripping the silky sheets as he goes to work.

"Oh my god, Tommy," I sigh and he moans against me as he begins to suck, flicking his tongue perfectly, then inserts a finger inside me, then another, stroking at the perfect spot all the while focusing perfectly on sucking. 

I will never get over just how amazing he is at this, knowing exactly when to suck and when to stop, hitting that perfect spot inside me. I wanted this to last as long as I could handle but my body apparently had other plans. Just as I could feel that wonderful sensation from deep inside me, I knew I couldn't hold back any more.

"Tommy, I'm gonna cum... fuck... oh fuck," I whimper, and with that he sucks harder as I let go, gripping the bedsheets and screaming out his name. The wave of incredible orgasm took over my entire being and sent me to another time and space.

"Baby you are so fucking hot when you scream like that," He says once he removes his lips from me and kneels before me as I pant trying to catch my breath. After a few moments I come back down to earth and sit up, then pull him back to lay down as he chuckles obviously very pleased with himself.

"I need to fuck you," I say agressively not knowing where that voice came from but I couldn't help myself. I needed him inside me.

"Oh fuck yes please baby," He says as I gracefully climb on top of him, flipping my curls out of my face as he places his hand on my hips to help me guide him inside me, once I lower myself onto him, being careful that I don't hurt myself, we moan together and I slowly move as I attempt to adjust to his size. Once I am, I begin to move my hips, his one hand remaining on my hip, his other moving up, to my side then brushing across my torso and to my left breast, his fingers playing with my nipple as he watches me move on top of him. I close my eyes, enjoying the feeling of his length and thickness inside me, filling me up completely. I then take my left hand and cover his hand with mine, glancing down at him to see his brow furrowed and enjoying every second of me on top.

"God damn I fuckin' love you," He says his voice husky and deep and as we move together, he sits up still holding me as I move my hips, his plam reacing up to cup my face as he brushes my curls off my shoulder and places his lips to that spot under my earlobe and then whispers, "Look at us baby," 

The sound of his voice sends shivers all over my body and I knew exactly what he meant but I was still so shy. For as many times as we have made love in this room I still avoided looking at us during it. Every time I caught a glance of us in the mirrors that surrounded us, I always ended up closing my eyes not wanting to see myself.

"I... can't" I breathe as I close my eyes.

"Yes you can baby... look at us... look how beautiful you are," He says in between our movements, his voice so deep and husky. I turn my head slightly, his lips now pressed to my temple and I open my eyes to see our reflection in the full length floor to ceiling mirrors that surround us. Our bodies together as one, my fair complexion against his tattooed body was like something I never thought I could see. We look amazing together and the feeling of him inside me as I watch us was like nothing I've ever felt before.

"Tommy?" I sigh.

"Yes baby?" He says with his lips against my skin.

"I'm gonna cum again," I breathe feeling that wonderful sensation deep inside me.

"Fuck yes baby,"

"I'm gonna cum," I repeat whimpering.

"Fuck..."

"Cum with me, baby... " I breathe turning to him and he touches his forehead to mine, his palm still cupping my cheek and I cry out releasing the most intense orgasm, as he cries out with me releasing everything inside of me.

After a while of us sitting together, us both attempting to calm our breathing, I slowly open my eyes to see his forehead still touching mine and as he flicks his dark eyes to mine, that charming mischievous smile spreading across his lips as he tries to control his breathing, immediately presses his lips to mine. I hungrily suck on his bottom lip as our kiss becomes passionate and intense, then he parts his lips from mine and falls back on the bed and pulls me down with him making me laugh.

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A/N: *indicates flashback or dream-like state

[melancholyarchivist]

Hello! If you feel like rambling about Javert to another Javert fan, I'd like to know who's your favorite and least favorite (s) Javert from any adaptations!

Aahh yes!! God, ramble icoming then. I'd love to hear yours, too.

Brick Javert is forever my light but to be honest I have very few standards for Javert, he’s such a fun archetype and great character that he tends to shine through even with poor writing. He’s also already a pretty horrible person so he’s easier to get right even when they make him worse. That being said I hate the “not all cops” route most les mis adaptations go where hes literally the only problem in the whole system and its all because he’s uniquely evil or sadisti, or breaks the law. Smarter minds have probably said stuff about it but his problem is not being a bad cop, his problem is that he is a “good cop” but cops are bad, so, he’s bad. (pet peeve but also hate post seine stuff where hes still a cop please my man died for acab let him keep that single W in life</3) Another aside is that all of these are whitewashed but as no lm adaptation has ever casted this role right. So we have to keep making noise about it til someone with half a rain picks up the reigns. But yeah.

Okay. Loveislove for all Javerts, but I’m personally less drawn to those that emphasize his poise+power and make him seem cool and am interested in the ones where he’s absolutely neurotic. I think he should be an insane guy trying to keep it together. Okay, so my faves:

1964′s TINO CARRANO *is* Javert. absolute unmatched king. I love how much of a intensely weird but still capable guy he is. You really get the sense he has his own life outaide of the plot, he keeps to himself just cause he feels like it but he can speak with people fine-- just hates ‘em.I like how much he laughs and makes impressions when he talks. absolute 1-1 brickvert, no doubt in my mimd your honor. There’s a clip of him talking about champmathieu(no subs im sorry, just, his energy, Gah.) that’s just the best. Here:

Shared fave spot is Anthony Perkins’s unbeated old nerotic queen energy. Absolutely fantastic inspired performance and wow, his insane line reads! My God. Him aging through the years and becoming more pathetic and behind the times as he follows Valjean ending up alone in the chase is not particularly unique, but damn is it done best here. Peak gayvert. I do like when a Javert isn’t necessarily obsessed with Valjean but finds him incredibly annoying á la brick BUT who am I to disagree with a good psychosexual chase. Love it.

1925′s Jean Toulout is another super fave. I love this guy! He rocks. His energy and physicality is so fun and he just has the perfect Javert posture and mannerisms on lock. He made me laugh out loud many times at how funny and brick-esque he acts. Plus lipstick! Absolute queen.

Other faves are shojo Cosette Javert, gah. One of the best adaptations out there real ones know! I love his design, his voice, aura, all of it. Plus fix it end for our guy<3 1948′s Hans Hinrich’s Javert is also real fun. Suffers from bad adaptation, but he’s so smug and fun look at him making fun of Madeleine!

Ulhas in 1955′s Kundan is also particularly great. Amazing Javert physicality and energy, and his face is super close to how imagine Javert. He nails that sweet spot between fanatic devotee, authoratative monster and confused really sad guy. 

I will say I also like Oyelowo, Rush and Malkovich, but they all suffer greatly from their adaptations being especially awful too. Particularly Rush and Oyelowo bring the heat with their performances! I love Rush’s wet greasy sad envy and Oyelowo’s righteous arch angel radiance coupled with how petty he is.

As for my sadgirl Javerts. Gah, crazy about them! Not how I see the character in the brick, but as I said, I just love all Javerts so much. This version rocks too.

Russel Crowe can’t sing these notes, yeah, but God it does not matter to me in the slightest in fact it enhances it. Genius performance. He revolutionized the meta. His javert balancing on the roof during stars being like “teehee oh, I’m gonna jump<33 ahh I’ll do it one day watch me<3″ was absolutely lethally good. Him having a crush on Madeleine may be less fun than the Brick’s 2 year spying campaign but god, the drama. This girl is a Mess.

1935′s Charles Laughton has to be seen to be believed, just a sobbing mess from his first scene where he explains about his parents to his superiors. Is it very Javert, who is repressed to hell and back? No, but see, it kind of owns. Where else will you get a Javert patting down Madeleine and complimenting his physique? Where will you get him gritting out “The law. It is the law that wants you, not I.” Greatness. (Terrible Hayes code wash of a film though, not worth it. Cameron Mitchell’s Chadius Pontmercy is hilarious however.) -> (said first scene)

My favorite musical Javert is Terrence Mann!!! I’m also a drunk stars truther. Javert is psychotic #girl representation and he GETS it. He brings the cats energy that Brick Javert has and more. My next musical fave is Norm Lewis,  I love that he has this just under the surfance bubbling emotions that are almost constantly overflowing, but he keeps them in check with a stiff dignity closer and closer to cracking under pressure that I associate w Javert. Flawless.

I also adore Earl Carpenter, I have a real soft spot for Hayden Tee.Tam Mutu is ugh next level too👌👌👌Kunio Murai makes me see red he’s so good as well... I like Bradley Jaden too though I’m not 100 on him cause he sounds so tiny, but I really like the fanatic vibe he brings out. You really do get the feeling he’s a brainwashed insane person.

I don’t think i have any Javert I hate.... maybe dallasvert. I’m not a fan of LMDallas in general apart from having one of the best Marius and Cosettes of all time(not cause of the modern concept it’s just... not good I don’t think) but Wattsvert in particular produces an emotion in me i can only compare to being repeatedly stabbed in the stomach and then contracting anthrax from the wound. I think a lot has to do with his visual presentation(his glasses make me so sick), but his entire presence is just too much wayyy too bad. I mean that’s part of the point but damn take him away from me I don’t wanna see him!

Far, far from hate but I’m not crazy about Quast, perhaps from over-exposure. I think he’s an amazing singer and performer but he just doesn’t embody the part to me as he does for a lot of people. Usually I tend to find him too monotone, and kind of an authorative mask without any of the tasty emotion underneath except for rage. Like all I get from him is poise and anger. I know Javert in the books is a stone wall who doesnt show when he’s upset— but I think the medium of musical exists to externalise that huge emotion inside! It’s silly and cheesy and big! And he doesnt bring that energy for me, just anger and pettiness. Carpenter and Lewis both serve that brand too, but with more nuance added to it…. in my opinion they perfected his formula, so Quast to me is going back to just cake without frosting. That being said, man is that basic cake the groundwork for the rest, and it is great.

I actually made a fancam of sorts for some of my fave javerts haha (mostly musical-- I made this about my favorites from way back, so it’s not very updated either. Anyway:)

ALL OF THIS TO SAY AHH I’d love to hear your takes as well:) Javert fans unite.