#i havent completely sorted out what i want from homecoming

[aran-morinorea]

WIP WEDNESDAY SUNDAY

Slimmed-down post/rules, but originally taken from kedreeva (and directly taken from suzukiblu)

It’s WIP Wednesday on a Sunday! Listen I only have like 8 active WIPs and thats if you count aran morinorea as 5, the theme is “things im Rotating” … and this is me so that means the theme is “terrible inverted power dynamics.”

Here’s how it works:

I will post the file names of five WIPs, and will also post a snippet of new content from one of them to get the ball rolling.

Send me an ask with the name of one of the listed WIPs and I will write you a minimum of three sentences in that WIP in response!

Multiple asks are fine ^-^

If you’re reading this, you’re invited!

WIP names:

With Tar-Telepta, Aran Morinórea (coruling Mordor for fun and aesthetics; silvergifting):

A Major Diplomatic Incident (Elrond has to deal with this shit?)

Annatar’s Shit Paradigms (they call me the Miscommunication Enjoyer)

Homecoming (hello everyone meet my husband he is also king now)

Without Tar-Telepta:

Donating Blood (vivisecting your maia boyfriend; silvergifting)

Non-Euclidean Nan Elmoth (maeglin mind controlling glorfindel for fun and aesthetics)

snippet from A Major Diplomatic Incident:

His husband had no such difficulties. “Do you really think if we could reason our way out of love,” he teased, “We would be in this situation? I had all those evil plans you ruined, and I forgave you anyway, because I’m an idiot.” Feeling as though he ought to defend his own taste, or at least prevent Celebrimbor from thinking his was any better, Elrond added, “And it’s not as though your better judgement managed to stop you from marrying a Maia of Morgoth, so be silent.” The earlier ominous dimness had reversed: Tar-Glóriel’s glee drew everything into sharp focus and contrast. He said, “Yeah! Shut up!” and punched Celebrimbor lightly in the shoulder. Elrond’s hosts promptly began a minor shoving match on their little black velvet couch in their opulent little black parlor. This was very silly. When they seemed to forget that there was someone else in the room, Elrond interrupted them with the question that had been bothering him since it first came up.

[aceofwhump]

shaking and shivering for eliot waugh? i just want this classy, closed-off boy with trauma to be afraid and shaken tbhhhhh (also i havent seen the latest season if that matters)

I am so sorry this took me forever. I really am a slow writer. I hope you like this!! I’m not sure if it’s what you expected but it sort of developed a life of its own and when I tried to change it up I ended up right back where I started lol.

Character: Eliot Waugh

Fandom: The Magicians

Trope: Shaking and Shivering

For @friendlylocalwhumper and my @badthingshappenbingo card

Takes place in between 1x09 the Writers Room and 1x10 Homecoming. Eliot’s “coping” with killing Mike in 1x08 Strangled Hearts. Quentin finds Eliot in the middle of a nightmare one night and helps him through it.

It had only been a couple of weeks since that night. The night he murdered Mike. Eliot had been trying everything he could think of to distract himself from thinking about it. Drinking, drugs, sex. Their “adventure” at the Plover House provided a brief distraction, albeit a horrifying and deeply disturbing one. Honestly it was a terrible distraction. Really fucked up that Fillory guy. But the distractions only last for so long. Eventually he always starts thinking about Mike again.

Mike…He had been so foolish. Of course the one person he had opened up to, whom he shared exactly who he was, was possessed by a magical, murdering dickwad. He wasn’t real. Whoever Mike was, whatever he had felt for Eliot, wasn’t real. It didn’t mean anything.

But it had. It had been real for Eliot. He had never felt that way about another person before. Mike was the first person he could truly say he loved. Margo hadn’t understood him when he said he wanted to be with him and only him. No more sleeping around. He loved Mike. He wanted to be with Mike. Margo said he was being stupid and that he didn’t know Mike at all. He’d only just met the guy. In the end, he guessed Margo was right. He didn’t know Mike. Not at all.Eliot downed his glass of whiskey in one swallow and poured himself another glass. He’d lost count of how many glasses he’d had at this point but the thoughts and images kept coming. He kept seeing Mike’s head bent at an unnatural angle. He kept feeling his soft skin, the taste of his lips on his own, the magic sparking in his fingers as he snapped Mike’s neck. He could see Mike’s face covered in blood, smell his cologne and hear his laugh.

Eliot abandoned the glass in favor of drinking straight from the bottle in front of him. Taking a long swallow from one and grabbing two more bottles without looking at what type of alcohol he was taking, he made his way from the bar to his room. He wasn’t in the mood for partying.

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Quentin returned to the Physical Kids Cottage some time after midnight. After yet another day of trying to figure out what happened to Penny, he was exhausted. As per usual at the cottage, he was greeted by the sounds of raucous laughter and inebriated antics. Normally he’d seek out Eliot and have a drink or three but he was too tired. All he wanted was to go upstairs and collapse on his bed.

Without more than a glance around the room, Quentin trudged upstairs to his room. He was asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

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Quentin jerked awake to the sound of screaming. It took him a moment to shake the post-sleep disorientation and realize that the screaming was very real and not some sort of lingering effects of a dream he was having. It was coming from down the hall.

Quentin threw back the covers and jumped out of bed. As he threw open his door another scream echoed out. It sounded like it was coming from Eliot’s room.

Quentin felt his heart drop to his stomach in fear. Thinking only of Eliot’s safety, he flew down the hall, barefoot and in his pajamas. Eliot was in danger. Nothing else mattered but getting to his room.

As he approached Eliot’s door the screaming grew louder. Several other students had stumbled out of the room in confusion and fear but Quentin paid them no attention. He tore open Eliot’s door ready to fight but what he saw stopped him in his tracks.

There was no monster. No Beast. No danger. Just Eliot who was in the middle of what seemed to be one horrific nightmare. He was thrashing around on his bed, limbs flailing. When he wasn’t screaming, his voice tampered down to strained whimpers and moans.

Quentin ran to Eliot’s thrashing body and grabbed hold of his flailing arms. He tried to pin him down so he didn’t hurt himself (or accidentally punch him while he tried to wake him up).

Eliot screamed again as Quentin tried to keep him still making Quentin’s heart broke into a million pieces. What the hell was he dreaming about!?

“Eliot, wake up! You’re having a nightmare!” he shouted. “Eliot! Please! Wake up!!”

Suddenly, Eliot’s eyes flew open and he shoved Quentin away from him making them both topple off the bed and crash to the floor in a tangle of limbs. Quentin groaned and rubbed the back of his head where it had banged against the bed as he fell.

“Oh god, Q. I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Oh god, I killed you. No no no no! There’s so much blood. So much blood.”

The frantic sound of Eliot’s voice brought Quentin’s attention back to his friend. He was sitting on the ground where he fell, hunched over and shaking, staring at his hands with a look of complete horror on his face. His eyes were wide and he was chanting under his breath, “it’s not real. It’s not real. It’s not real.”

“El?” Quentin reached out to comfort him but Eliot flinched away violently and skittered away until he was pressed tightly into the corner of the room staring at Quentin with wide, terror filled eyes. Tremor after tremor coursed through his body. He glanced quickly at something over Quentin’s shoulder before returning to Q’s face.

Turning around, Quentin saw the students who had been woken up by Eliot’s screams also came to investigate. Quentin stood and marched over to the door. “Everything’s fine. Go back to bed,” he said before slamming the door in their faces. Eliot didn’t need them witnessing this.

Eliot brought his knees up to his chest and wrapped his arms underneath his long legs in order to form a tight, protective ball. His face was hidden in his knees and Quentin could see tremors coursing through his body.

“El? It’s okay El, it was just a dream. You’re safe. It wasn’t real,” Quentin tried to reassure Eliot as he reached out and touched his shoulder. His fingers only just grazed Eliot’s shirt before he jerked away from his touch.

Quentin backed up a bit, hands raised in surrender, trying to give Eliot some space, “Easy, El. It’s just me. It’s Quentin. Can you look at me?” Eliot didn’t move. He just continued to shake, violent shivers that coursed through his whole body.

“Eliot?” There was no response from him. “Okay that’s cool. We can uh we can just sit here. Take your time. I’m right here.”

Quentin had never seen him like this before. Eliot was always the strong confident upperclassman. He’d never seen him this terrified before. God, he wished Margo was here. She should be here and not in Ibiza. She’d be able to help him, get through to him somehow.

At a lost for how to help, Quentin did the only thing he could think of. He sat down next to Eliot. Close enough that Eliot knew he was there but far enough that Eliot had the space he desired. And he waited, quietly offering support until Eliot had calmed down.

A few minutes past by, feeling like hours, before Eliot spoke, “You should go back to bed, Q.”

Quentin jumped at the soft sound of his friends ragged voice, “Eliot! Hey. How are you doing?”

“I’m fine,” he said as he uncurled his stiff limbs and rubbed the evidence of tears away from his face, his hand shaking as he did. He was still trembling but it had seemed to calm a bit from earlier.

“Eliot. You are not fine. You were screaming and shaking and…”

“It was just a bad dream, Q. I’m fine. Go back to bed.”

“Just a bad dream. Sure it was. Bad enough it left you a shaking mess. You wanna talk about it?”

“Not particularly,” Eliot rose and stumbled over to the nearest bottle of alcohol he could find. Bringing it to his lips he took a long drink and swayed.

“Come on, El. You can’t just drink it away. Talk to me.”

Eliot paused debating about saying something or taking his drink and going somewhere far away, “It was different this time.”

“What was different?” Quentin said quietly, rising off the floor and moving closer to Eliot.

“The dream. Usually…..usually it’s Mike. Always Mike. But this time,” he paused, hesitant to say more.

“This time?” Quentin encouraged.

Eliot turned slightly and looked at Quentin, turmoil swimming in his eyes. He went to look for a bottle of alcohol, any alcohol. Before he could take a drink, Quentin snatched the bottle out of his hands.

“Hey, no. No more of that Eliot. You’ve had enough. Just talk to me. What was different about this dream?”

“….It was you. I….I killed you, Q.”

Quentin was stunned. Eliot saw the opportunity and took the bottle from Quentin’s stunned hands and took another very long swig.

“Shit. El. I..–”

“It’s always Mike. The situation changes from dream to dream but it’s always Mike and I always snap his neck like a twig. But this time it was you. You were standing there and… and you were going to kill Fogg so I…I killed you.” Emotions overwhelming him, he turned away from Quentin and ran a shaky hand through his mussed hair.

Quentin swore to himself and looked at Eliot’s back, “I’m sorry.”

Eliot huffs out a laugh, “Why the fuck are you sorry Q? You haven’t done anything wrong.”

“I’m sorry because you’ve been dealing with this alone and that I hadn’t noticed how bad it’s gotten,” Quentin said, grasping Eliot’s arm before he could take yet another drink. He could feel him shivering still. Slight tremors that made his arm shake slightly.

“You shouldn’t worry about me Quentin. In fact, you should probably stay away from me. It’s safer that way.” Eliot pulled his arm out of Quentin’s grasp and plopped down on the bed dejectedly, a bottle of scotch hanging from his fingertips. 

Quentin sat down next to him, “I’m not gonna stay away from my best friend. I know you’re hurting right now Eliot but it’s gonna get better. I promise. How about I stay here tonight? We could just hang out. Talk or whatever.”

Eliot glanced at Quentin and a small smile grew, “No talking. Just drinking.”

Quentin smiled back and took the scotch from him.

[migleefulmoments]

Oh man. Did A really not-so-subtly insinuate that Starkids are in LA ti squander the Kickstarter money at the piano bar? Seriously. That's messed up. I'd love to see on what evidence she's basing this hypothesis, other than her immagination, that is.

Oh she has no evidence. She has been insinuating that there are nefarious things happening with StarKid since they announced the Kickstarter on April 4.  Abby was pissed because she doesn’t understand the way that Kickstarter works or that StarKid has built up a level of trust with their supporters over the years as they put up projects and then completed them. On April 4th Abby said:  

So if I am reading this right, you have to donate $3,000 to be guaranteed a ticket to Homecoming. So if you donate one dollar less, you are essentially backing a show you may not even see (and I would bet it will sell fast as it is one night only) in its entirety as it will not be on youtube.

Anonymous asked:

People will be able to buy tickets. They just include tickets to people who buy the vip stuff. The tickets havent gone on sale yet but in gas they said they will be releasing info

Anon, did you read what I wrote? I stated unless you spend $3000 you are not GUARANTEED a ticket to homecoming. Of course they can buy them, but it is a one night only show and an anniversary of their most popular show, guaranteeing D will be there, and as much as i hate starshit, it will sell out and likely immediately, hence the word GUARANTEED.

No surprise that she never let that go and kept harping on it until they announced the video after they hit the $150K stretch goal. 

Anonymous asked:

"We want to give you a gift. Can you give us money to buy it for you? The more money you give us, the nicer the gift will be." Seriously?

It is NOT even going to be on YouTube.  What a gift to those of us that don’t live in LA, but sure let me sacrifice dinner out so i can back your show.

But for $50 I can get an acceptance letter to pigfarts!!!!!

I know I am being mean, but they have earned it.

And more Abby:

Anonymous asked:

The SK kickstarter has already made almost half of their goal and there’s still 31 days left. It will probably be reached in a couple of days maximum. Hope they put it on yt at least.

They said in their Q&A it will likely NOT be in youtube.  So does not seem likely.

Anonymous asked:

To me a kickstarter is for people who don't have the means for their project and not for celebs to beg for money that they have. I find it off-putting when they make fans pay for it. Since they love sponsorship so much why not go that route? That would have been more respectable.

This is the issue here, Starshit is a tiny production company that legit can use support as they don’t have sponsors. But when the use D to sell it, they lose credibility because he is a celeb and is pictured living the life of the rich and famous.  They need to chose, either use D as your spokesperson and get funding in other ways or ask for money from people that often don’t have the money to give.  Simple choice but they need to make it.

April 6th still obsessed 

2,923 backers. 2 days in. 1,600 tickets. I wouldn’t be purchasing my plane ticket yet.

Cassie joined the bitchfest.

cassie1022 4/11

So here’s a thought…maybe the excess money from the Kickstarter for the super important 10niversary concert reuniting one super successful group member, a few with a smidgen of success, and the rest with the same amount of success as the PBB could be used for donations to some Filipino charitable causes as without D, they wouldn’t have the excess?

Oh, no, silly me, they’re using that money to fund their next show to make themselves feel like they aren’t insignificant. Never mind.

Abby 4/11

Anonymous asked:

As one of the founders of Starkids, I can't see how Darren could get out of supporting a ten year anniversary project. It is because of them and their run-away internet-sensation smash-hit, A VERY POTTER MUSICAL, that Darren was first brought to the public eye. I think fans of them would consider it churlish of Darren not to help.

Help yes. But he’s being used as a prop to make money mainly for a show he’s not a part of. And yes. They use him. Viciously. And without him they would not have raised nearly as much cash so fast.

And they continue to show who they chose. JR just did another needless reminder today. Hr can have her.

I know people want to think they are good and everything’s fine. It’s not. Not even close. And d knows it.

Lately she has been obsessing over the amount of money they raised- over $500,000- making snide comments about how they don’t need that much money. Abby has no point of reference for how much a production of this scale will cost. Darren is producing the show- making her anger confusing and misguided. This is just another situation where Abby no first-hand experience, but somehow she has all sorts of complaints, theories and comments that are based on first-hand knowledge. She needs to take ccadvice and stay in her lane. 

[linzerj]

more tags to fill

ok now for the long ones

Tagged by @thearmada4231 and @fire-fira

Rules: Once you’ve been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 92 truths about you. At the end choose 25 people to be tagged. (that’s too many people also i hate tagging people sorry) Also you both tagged me with this and they start with the same questions but then get different toward the end so??? some repeat and some change so I might end up with more than 92 cuz im gonna read each and combine them all

Last Drink: water

Last phone call: to CVS trying to refill a prescription

Last text message: “ok” to my mom

Last song you listened to: idk whatever song was on the car radio, I think it was “Brick in the Wall”??

Last time you cried: yesterday when i got upset about something

HAVE YOU EVER:

Dated someone twice: I HAVE DATED 0 PEOPLE EVER SO

Been cheated on: that requires dating, i have not done it

Kissed someone and regretted it: no because this requires i like someone and have the courage to act upon it

Lost someone special: sadly yes

Been depressed: um. maybe? i honestly am not sure if what i feel sometimes is depression or my anxiety

Been drunk and thrown up: nope

LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS:

Green

Blue

Sunset red

IN THE PAST YEAR HAVE YOU:

Made a new friend: yes

Fallen out of love: n...no(?)

Laughed until you cried: YUP

Met someone who changed you: I mean not really that dramatic. I’ve met some cool people but none that completely changed me.

Found out who your true friends are: this is a weird question to me...i mean, maybe? i think i’ve always known who my friends are

Found Out Someone Was Talking About You: probably i don’t remember the whole year tbh and that shit usually doesnt bother me

Kissed Anyone That Are Your Followers/You Follow: i have kissed 0 people 

GENERAL:

How Many People On Your Tumblr Do You Know IRL: shit um...at least 2 or 3

Do You Have Any Pets: Yes, a lovely 11 year old Lab named Holly

Do You Want To Change Your Name: Nope mine is good but I wish it was on more magnets and shot glasses spelled correctly (I’m Lindsay but all I ever see is Lindsey)

What Time Did You Wake Up This Morning: like 11am whoops

What Were You Doing Last Night: reading City of Glass from the Mortal Instruments series and watching Slime Rancher YouTube videos

Name Something You CANNOT Wait For: Young Justice Season 3, and also to graduate college with my master’s degree

Have You Ever Talked To A Person Named Tom: Yes....

What’s Getting On Your Nerves RN: my dog is snoring and i can hear her even tough my door is closed and she’s downstairs

Blood type: AB+

Nicknames: Linz

Relationship Status: single and NOT ready to mingle

Zodiac Sign: Leo

Pronouns: She/her

Favourite TV Show: SHIT DUDE ATLA, Korra, Gravity Falls, Young Justice, Voltron, Miraculous Ladybug, DUCKTALES, man all sorts of shit

Most visited website: Tumblr and AO3 and YouTube

Elementary: MY DEAR WATSON (I stole this from fira, no regrets)

High School: i went to one

College: listen i’d tell you where but i dont feel comfortable sharing that

Hair color: brown

Long Or Short Hair?: fairly short it’s only to my shoulders

Do You Have A Crush On Someone?: not at the moment no

What Do You Like About Yourself: I’m tall enough to reach most high things (this is the first thing that came to mind idk guys)

Tattoos: None.

Righty Or Lefty: Righty

FIRSTS:

First Surgery: does getting wisdom teeth removed count?

First Piercing: ears

First best friend: shit omg I had a trio of friends, Nicole, Alec, and Jack. I think Alec and I were friends first and then Jack joined the group and Nicole was a good friend but not like friends with those two boys, and we would run around the playground in pre-K together like maniacs it was great

First Sport You Joined: is dance a sport? if not then soccer

First Vacation: probably disney world

First Pair Of Trainers (Sneakers): ????????????????

RN:

Eating: nothing

Drinking: nothing

I’m About To: finish packing maybe and then go to bed

Listening To: crickets outside and my dog’s snoring

Waiting For: school to start i guess

Want Kids: NOPE not really

Get Married: probably not, i don’t plan on it

Career: master’s student

WHICH IS BETTER:

Lips Or Eyes: Eyes

Hugs Or Kisses: Hugs

Shorter Or Tall: TALL

Older Or Younger: i don’t know?

Nose, Stomach Or Nice Arms: ......idk arms???

Sensitive Or Loud: i mean I’m both so ????

Hook Up Or Relationship: Relationship

Troublemaker Or Hesitant: a balance??? 

HAVE YOU EVER:

Kissed A Stranger: No

Drank Hard Liquor: No

Lost Glasses/Contacts: PROBABLY when i was little probably i havent lost my glasses in a while thats for sure

Sex On First Date: No (what’s a date?)

Broken Someone’s Heart: that requires dating (i think)

Had your own heart broken: Nope

Been Arrested: no i am good and pure

Turn Someone Down: no i dont think so

Cried When Someone Died: like a baby

Fallen For A Friend: yes actually, the friend Alec i mentioned, he was my first crush and i think it was because we were friends that i had a crush on him in the first place

DO YOU BELIEVE:  

In Yourself: ummmmmmmmmmmmm

Miracles: sure why not

Love At First Sight: noooot really no, except like maybe familial love when you look at your baby for the first time and automatically love them kind of thing??

Heaven: mmmmaybe??

Santa Claus: dude i did once but then my mom was like “you’re 12 he’s not real Lindsay” and I wrote in a diary that my mom was mean and then threw it at her (tl;dr no i don’t sorry santa)

Angels: again, maybe??

Kiss on the first date: N...nooooo??

OTHER

current best friend’s name: I have a few, Ashley and Shannon and Chris and Casey and Sarah and Gigi...

eye color: Blue-ish

favorite movie: shit dude. Harry Potter 3 was good and so was the first Avengers...Doctor Strange and Spider-Man Homecoming, and Ant-Man, and Jurassic Park that’s it that’s the one