#i see many of my audience are childe kissers

[awakentrashpanda]

To encourage some audience participation since I’ve noticed, my inbox is completely empty 

I am so lonely~🎶

I have created a character Q&A

 🧵Is there anything they can’t do?

🕷What is a phobia they have the opposite of?

🍁What is their favorite season?

🍭What is their favorite flavor(s)?

🎮What is their favorite video game genre? Any games in particular they like?

⛺️What would they do on a camping trip?

🔪How easily can they get aggressive and/or violent?

🎶What kind of music do they like?

🏳️‍🌈How do they respond to being asked their pronouns?

🩹How often do they get hurt?

���Do they have any particular object that brings them comfort?

🍺Do they drink alcohol? What kind?

🧁What is their favorite holiday?

👻How do they feel about ghosts?

💋What kind of kisser are they?

💅🏻How petty are they?

💍Would they propose or be proposed to? How would they do it?

🦄Are they good with kids?

🐛How would they react to seeing a bug in their house?

🐳What’s their favorite thing to do at the beach?

🍀How lucky are they?

🥀How do they cheer up someone who’s sad?

🍄What were they like as a kid?

🌧Do they like rain? What do they do on a rainy day?

🍓What do they like to do with their free time?

🥐What’s their favorite breakfast?

🥞Can they cook?

🥩Do they like creepy stuff?

🍼How would they hold a baby?

🎤Are they a good singer?

💉How do they feel about going to the doctor?

🎉What do they usually do at party?

📌Do they pull pranks? What kind?

❤️How do they show affection?

🧡Do they want a pet? What would that pet be?

💛What’s their favorite color? Why?

💚Night owl or early bird?

💙If they had a child what would they name them?

💜What kind of content do they watch on YouTube?

🖤What would they be like as a Yandere?

🤍Do they have any nicknames? Which one(s) are their favorite?

🛏What’s sharing a bed with them like?

🥊What is their fighting style?

🎨What does their art style look like?

🖋What does their handwriting look like?

🤬How much do they swear?

🦉Do they prefer day or night?

🌺Who is their favorite fictional character?

⭐️Are they good at keeping secrets?

🍏Are there any kind of places they hate?

🥖How many languages can they speak? What are those languages?

🧃What’s their favorite drink?

🎬What kinda movies do they like?

🚗Are they a good driver?

📓Would they read or write fanfics?

💕How good are they at flirting?

🇺🇸What’s their nationality?

🔴What kind of Pokémon would they be?

🟠If they had an epithet what would it be?

🟡What is their least favorite color?

🟢If they played Inscryption what would their deck be like?

🔵What is their occupation?

🟣What kind of villain would they be?

⚫️If they had a YouTube channel what kind of content would they make?

⚪️How do they stim?

🚹What would they look like with a mustache?

🚺Do they like dresses and feel comfortable in them?

🧨What are they like when they’re mad?

🎂How do they feel about their birthday?

🧶What is their zodiac?

🌼Are they an introvert or an extrovert?

🎟How likely are they to make a dumb decision?

💐What is one thing about them you find adorable?

🍒How intimidating are they?

🍟What is their favorite food?

🍬What is their favorite song?

⚔️Is there anyone they hate?

🎩Who is their favorite person?

👃🏻What do they smell like?

🫐How easily do they get distracted?

🪲What is their favorite flower?

🫗What is their greatest weakness?

🫙What’s their biggest insecurity?

🛼Do they have any siblings? How many? Do they get along with them?

🩼What is their worst injury?

🪫What are their phobias?

🩻Are they Squeamish?

🪅What flavor would they be?

🧷What is their “happy place”?

💢What annoys them the most?

🥄How do they walk?

🍸What are they like when drunk?

🦷What day of the week were they born?

🪷What is their middle name?

🎲Give us a random head canon about them

Simply type an emoji and the name of one of my OCs and I will happily answer :)

Also, feel free to reblog and use these questions for people to ask you about your own OCs 

[vintage-bentley]

Aw tumblr killed an old ask about nanny Crowley and my response…but because I had Things To Say I want to make a post lol

Anon made the AMAZING point that it’s weird that nanny Crowley is considered good gender representation, because it’s literally a man disguising himself as a woman to gain access to and “corrupt” a child. Which is exactly the stereotype that trans activists fight so hard against.

And I never thought about it that way, but it’s so true. And I firmly believe that if a woman had written this, she’d have been absolutely vilified for it. It would’ve been considered a metaphor for “TERF views”. But since Gaiman is a man, everything he does is going to be interpreted favourably—as we’ve seen with nanny Crowley. It’s pretty obvious to me that this is just a case of a straight man (who has a history of writing homophobic jokes into the story in question) wanting to write a “man in a dress” joke. He’s said that wasn’t his intention, but he only said that after receiving praise. He just got lucky that people chose to interpret it that way, because his fans are incredibly loyal ass-kissers.

Anon also said it’s odd that people tend to interpret nanny Crowley as actually being a woman despite him just crossdressing and still being played by a male actor (when technically, he could’ve changed into a woman if so desired), and I agree. It really goes to show how embedded gender roles/stereotypes are in the minds of so many fans, that they can’t seem to separate gender from clothes. Crowley dressed a certain way, so he must’ve changed his gender/sex to match. It’s ridiculous! Clothes are just clothes!

It’s funny to be that despite Crowley still clearly being male during this scene (which was the intended joke, unfortunately, that straight normie audiences pick up on in my experience watching with my family), the fandom insists that he changed into a woman (never mind that they apparently believe males can be women, yet in order to see Crowley as a woman they give him a female body). And then they usually proceed to fetishise nanny Crowley.

It’s even worse when they make a point of how irresistible Aziraphale apparently finds female Crowley. Because they just cannot stand the thought of a gay character and must represent heterosexuality, the notoriously underrepresented sexuality.

[primoredial-jade]

if you’re still accepting requests for your event hb,,,childe + groceries hehe ily jade congrats on your milestone you deserve the world 💓

send me a genshin character + a noun and i'll write a little blurb! [200 follower special <3]

ever since ajax was sent on fatui missions far away from home, basic human needs had practically been thrown out the window.

he was a warrior, an adventurer at heart. there was never an opportunity to settle down and relax. he was always on the move, cooking meals with whatever he could salvage from the wilderness. he wasn’t picky.

ajax was rarely stationed at one spot for too long, but liyue was an exception. the hunt for the gnosis had taken far longer than the tsaritsa had predicted, and soon enough, spending his nights in his office at the bank was not doing anything for his physical or mental wellbeing.

liyue was known for its delicious traditional dishes, and ajax found himself acclimating to their tastes easily every time he chose to ate out- which was all the time, now that he wasn’t always on the move. it was convenient, and he didn’t have the time these days to buy ingredients and make a meal in his busy schedule.

it was only when he finally used some expenses to actually get a room at a nearby inn that he began to miss snezhnayan dishes. in particular, his mom’s cooking.

ajax would admit to this in a letter home. it was a rare moment of vulnerability that he didn’t prefer to show to his family, but after a particularly long day on the clock, he had felt especially homesick.

he could only shiver with slight fear from the reply of the one person that could easily take him down with just a stare. 

i did not spend all these years birthing and raising my own flesh and blood for him to be so careless and irresponsible. the letter read.

you know how to cook, ajax. do not think i forgot all those nights you sat to watch mama cook. now get to the store and make the snezhnayan stew even i would be proud of. i love you.

-mama

and so, with a burst of confidence and vigor, ajax sucked a deep breath through his nose before braving the morning ingredient stalls of liyue harbor.

while ajax wasn’t one to shy away from his position in the fatui, he admittedly felt out of place amongst the crowd of older men and women picking out food for dinner that night. his bright auburn hair and monochrome colored clothes made him stick out like a sore thumb, and while he typically loved the attention, this attire was unsuitable for mundanity. 

still, his mom’s words echoed loudly in his head. he would make a stew that she would be proud of, no doubt about it. 

and so, with confident gait, he made his way to the first vegetable stall, seeking out calla lilies and mint. thankfully, the man didn’t make hassle and sold it to him for a fair price, kindly bagging it up for ajax.

the seafood stall didn’t go as easily. the octopus and fish looked of high quality, no doubt. but, even ajax could tell these prices were marked up abysmally. usually, he wouldn’t fight over it much- he had the means to pay it, after all. but, his mom’s words rang through his mind again. she would never agree to pay for prices like this back home.

side-eyeing the couple behind the stand, ajax squinted his eyes. “i don’t think these prices are fair.”

ajax would get the seafood at a reasonable price after a few minutes of accusation eased into bargaining. mama taught him well, after all. but... the couple probably wouldn’t be happy to see him again in the future.

with bags of seafood and vegetables in tow, ajax was satisfied with his grocery shopping for the week, at the very least. now, all that was left was to remember his mom’s all-famous recipe off the top of his head.

[purplesurveys]

1010

survey from diggitydoo

Have you ever felt a baby kick? Yes, when my mom was pregnant with my brother. What color pants/shorts are you wearing? I’m only wearing a duster gown; no shorts underneath. I just got it last night, actually - my mom wanted to donate clothes to victims of a recent fire incident in Manila and so she asked my sister and I to sort through our closets for clothes we were willing to give away. My sister ended up giving away a comfy-looking duster gown that she never even wore and even smelled brand new to boot. It ended up in my hands, ha. But apart from that we gave away a lot of stuff that aren’t old uniforms or costumes (which is what most people tend to ‘donate’, ugh), so we just hope they end up with people who really need them. When is the last time you did something truly fun, and what was it? Last night I went on our org’s Discord server and we played Jackbox games for around an hour or so. It was my first time to socialize again after around two months and I really, really needed that moment. I even met the org’s newest roster of applicants for this semester, which was neat. :) What was the scariest moment of your life? Men terrorizing me or near-car crashes I’ve had.

Have you ever heard of Leonard Cohen? The name is familiar, but that’s the most I know.

Pancakes or flapjacks? I guess pancakes, since I don’t even know what flapjacks are. What kind of computer are you on? It’s a laptop. Do you eat Chinese food? If so, what's your favorite dish? For sure. Pork buns or minced pork with eggplant. With century egg on the side, yum. What are you usually doing at midnight? Either passed out or desperately trying to sleep because I don’t want to lose any more hours of sleep and risk being cranky for the whole of the next day. Have you ever developed feelings for a friend, but you were already with someone? No. The worst thing that’s happened was being someone’s ball date (and unbeknownst to me, they apparently had feelings for me at the time) while I was already with someone. If so, how did it turn out? He figured it out by himself, which I still feel bad about. But the timing was super off and I just couldn’t find a moment to sit him down and set the record straight...ah well. It was just super complicated at the time. Give me your brief definition of love. My favorite love-related quote is “Love never says ‘I have done enough’” and for the longest time, that has been my guiding principle when it comes to it. Definitely a tad bit cheesy, but telling myself that over and over makes it easier to continue loving the people I care for and be patient with them when they’re being asses. Gab included, then and now. What is the most beautiful part of the human body, male or female? It differs for everyone but I’m a thigh girl through and through. What kind of shoes do you wear? Uh...various ones? I have sneakers, flats, heels, flip-flops, probably a couple more kinds that I can’t place at the moment. What is the worst thing you've ever done when you were really angry? Resorting to physical violence. I was a kid constantly exposed to violence in my old home, and at the time I genuinely thought that’s how most things were settled or pacified. I still feel like shit about it to this day, and my backstory isn’t an excuse at all; but the past is the past and I’ve been trying to make up for it by being a much more gentle angry person in the last few years. Are there any pills you take on a daily basis? If so, what? Nope. Do you like the smell of coconuts? For some reason I can’t stand anything coconut (which is a damn shame considering I’m Filipino) but I love dishes with heaps of coconut milk in them, like curry. That’s the one coconut-related thing I enjoy, but otherwise I’ve never learned to appreciate the taste and smell of buko juice, coconut shavings, coconut pies, and everything else coconut. What is the heaviest you think you can lift? From what my old PE class showed me, around 70 to 80 lbs. Do you take Tums? Idk what that is so I guess I don’t. Have you ever walked on a pier at the beach? I’m not sure if I’ve been to a pier before. I bet it feels wonderful and freeing and I’d love to visit one; but I also can’t keep myself from associating piers with the recurring image of Jennifer Connelly’s character standing on one from Requiem for a Dream. How about under one? No. At what age do you first remember feeling butterflies in your stomach around someone? Not sure if it was 11 or 12, but it was definitely one of those years. Do you feel that way around anyone now? Yeah, if they allowed me to see them. But I’m shut out now so I haven’t had that sensation in a while.

Do you ever talk to yourself or think deep thoughts while on the toilet? No. Do you ever sing to yourself? Sure. I’m sure most people do every once in a while. What is a sound that relaxes you? Ocean waves have never failed. How hard has it been to reach your main goal in life? ‘Main goal’ sounds so overwhelming; I make it a point to avoid one overarching goal and instead make little goals and plans here and there depending on where I am in life. Do you remember the song about hoes in different area codes? Never heard of it. What is your main heritage? Filipino. What kind of pickles do you prefer, if you like pickles? I hate pickles. What kind of cheese do you prefer, if you like cheese? Mozzarella and feta are my faves, but I love cheese and am willing to be adventurous when it comes to it. If you could have a sea creature as a pet, what would you want? Eh, they can stay in the sea where they can actually survive. I don’t exactly have the best track record when it comes to keeping fish as pets. How about a farm animal? Probably pig. So, do you have hoes in different area codes? No, and ew. What is the most annoying song you can think of that came out recently? Haven’t been exposed to a lot of new music lately and the songs I do get to hear on the radio whenever I drive are actually pretty good. This totally doesn’t answer your question but my favorites so far have been Birthday by Disclosure, Kehlani, and Syd; and Plain by Benee, Lily Allen, and Flo Milli. What is a song that you hate to admit you like? Any Kanye song I like. What inspires you to get off your bum and do something productive? Not wanting to go into another downward spiral. Do you ever use Urban Dictionary? Extremely rarely. I only do when there’s a new slang I’m completely unfamiliar with. Do you find the definitions on there to be generally funny or stupid? Stupid for the most part. I find them too immature or vulgar, but that’s one of the points of the website so I guess I’m just not in their target audience lol. What comes to your mind when you hear the word 'transformation'? Uh, the Transformer robots.

What was something you regularly played with as a child? My cousins’ toy soldiers.

Have you ever given in to peer pressure? Eh, a few times. If so, what did you do? I’ve been pulled to drinking sessions here and there when I really shouldn’t be drinking because I had an important test tomorrow or something else was happening the next day that was just as significant. What part of your body have you had the most problems with in your life? Teeth, I’m pretty sure. I’ve had braces, needed a tooth extracted, gotten a cavity, and gone through a severe toothache.

Do a lot of people check you out when you're in public? Idk I never look around because being aware of it would just freak me out and make me feel like I’m naked. What is a good name for a turtle? Would depend on their personality. And this applies to all kinds of pets, at least for me. I don’t decide on their names until I have a good grasp of their attitude. Can you imitate any accents well? If so, which one(s)? Stereotypical Filipino mom and valley girl. Do you like having your ear nibbled on? Sure. What makes a good kisser a good kisser? I’ve only kissed one person so I’m not the best judge for this; but I always like it when my lower lip is tugged or grazed on. How many times a year do you have a family thing? This is a little vague for me. Do you mean get-togethers? Giant-ass reunions? Movie nights? Game nights?  What are the best things to put in a smoothie? I only like one kind of smoothie and it’s sold by a local joint – and I think I’ve already shared this before but that smoothie of theirs that I like has “apple, banana, cinnamon, oats, coco sugar, chia seeds, greens, and soy milk,” according to their menu. So I guess those are the best ingredients for me, ha. Do you ever eat with your eyes closed and just focus on the taste? When I find something extremely delicious, yeah. What do you dislike most about where you live right now? For the most part I can’t wait to get out of suburban residential villages. I’d love to finally experience living in a condo in a super busy and active city. Has anyone ever given you a rose/roses? Yes.

Are you watching your weight? Not really. I’m trying to gain pounds though, if anything. I haven’t eaten much in the last two months. Have you ever become really good friends with someone you found online? I trust y’all with my life, so that’s one. Apart from Tumblr, the best friends I made were probably the people in the AJ/Punk fandom, back when I had a stan account on Twitter. I don’t remember most of their names now and we fizzled out pretty quickly when both parts of the ship left WWE, but I look back on that period with fondness. Those people made high school a lot easier for me. What makes your best friend your best friend? She doesn’t care whether I’m on top of the world with happiness or completely self-destructive and crying my eyes out; she has always been present. Do you have a drunk uncle? *rolls eyes* We don’t wanna open up that can of worms... Do you hear weird noises in your house at night? Nope. What is something you do that is generally more like something the opposite sex does? Based on personal experience and not to come off as sexist, but it’s liking wrestling. I have never met a girl in real life who has even the most remote interest in pro wrestling or can tell me who Hulk Hogan is. And the ones I’ve had discussions with - from shallow/casual to in-depth - have all been guys. Seeing girls who are into wrestling is like finding a rare Pokemon, at least in real life. What is the girliest thing you do, if you're a girl? Idk. What is the coolest tattoo you've ever seen? Probably the spork tattoo of Josh, a crew member from Good Mythical Morning. It’s just a line tattoo. Of a spork. On his arm. But he managed to make it so goddamn fascinating lmao; and apparently, as I learned just now, it has a pretty touching backstory to it too, which makes it a million times cooler. Have you ever created anything artistic that you're proud of? If so, what? I’ve never finished any of the crafts I bought. Never finished a coloring book page much less an entire coloring book, a painting, a gem painting...it’s something I’ll have to bring my butt to do one of these days. I can’t imagine how fulfilling it would feel. Do you only eat the middle of the oreo, if you eat oreos? I eat the whole thing but I honestly find Oreos too sweet and I’ve always much rather preferred Oreo-flavored stuff instead of the actual cookies.

Do you know anyone with a huge ego? My mom. If so, is there anything else about them you actually like? She’s fed me for 22 years and gave me an education, I guess. Though it’s something I appreciate more so than like. Have you ever used a racial slur, even jokingly? Probably as a dumb kid, when historical context wasn’t a thing to me yet. I still wince thinking about it, but I suppose what matters is being better and more responsible moving forward. Do you have any friends who are more like siblings to you? Angela and to some extent Andi. 

If so, what about them do you like most? They are both understanding when it comes to me - almost to a fault. What do you like on your hotdogs, if you eat hotdogs? When you say ‘hotdogs’ here, it refers to the sausages itself. The sandwich kind of hotdog isn’t super popular here. What is everyone else in your house doing right now? My siblings are still resting in their rooms; my dad is preparing for work, I think. What is the most money you've ever had at one time? Something like P10,000 or P15,000 when my mom needed me to pay for something in cash. How long do you think it would take you to run a mile? Idk, maybe 10 minutes. I won’t be fast, that’s for sure. Look down. What do you see? My legs and the pillow I’m sitting on. What is a subject that makes you uncomfortable? Right now, probably my failed relationship. I haven’t gotten to the sharing stage yet and remotely thinking about it gets my voice all shaky. What is a subject you can talk on and on about and not get sick of it? Paramore. What kind of mood were you in most of today? It’s only 7:52 AM. My only mood so far is just woke up. Has anyone ever walked in on you naked? Yeah. Because people in this damn house never knock. Tell me an inside joke you have with someone. The word ‘ariba.’ What is the worst thing someone could do to you emotionally? Break my trust. So simple but it packs a punch. What is the worst thing you've ever done to someone emotionally? Idk if I’ve ever been that aggressive. When I want to do something destructive towards someone I always end up asking what it would feel like if the action was done to me, and it’s always been enough to sway me away from doing the thing. How do you feel now about the first person you ever dated? Sad. How about the last person (your last ex)? Same person. What is the best invention ever invented? Air conditioners.

What is something that needs to be invented? Portable air conditioners. What always makes you burp? My burps come randomly. What are you doing tomorrow? It’s my last weekend before my new job, soooooooo...I’ll be bumming around for my last two days of freedom.

[ladyofmaidensandwine]

Day Nine

Day Nine of the Hello Spring 2020 Writing Prompt Challenge

Characters- Dean Winchester, Fem! Reader, Chuck Shurley, Gabriel, Billie, Charlie Bradbury, Jo Harvelle, Bobby Singer

Prompt- Broadway/Theatre AU

Wordcount- 1,436

A/N- I know, Phantom of the Opera, how original. Phantom holds a special place in my heart, as I played Christine in a production of it, and it’s really just a bloody good show.

                Your entire life, you wanted to perform. The stage was your home, and your first love, and everything you’d been working towards since you were a girl. The moment you got the call that you had the part of Christine, you cried in joy, and had called everyone you knew to tell them the good news. For the past two months since, you’d been rehearsing by yourself, and finally the first rehearsal was announced. No one knew who the other leads were, and the press had yet to learn who Christine had been casted for, so the entire thing was a sort of reveal and surprise as well as the first official performance practice.

             “Hi, Y/N L/N?” You said with a smile to the registrar checking in all the performers. They handed you a name badge labelled Christine with your actual name in small font below it, and you continued into the auditorium. You were hit again with a rush of excitement as you quickly shook hands with the casting director, vocal coach, and the director, and then took your seat. You were so caught up in trying to process the fact that this was really happening, and didn’t even notice someone taking the seat beside your own. “Mind if I sit?” A gruff male voice questioned, and you whipped around with wide eyes to meet a pair of vibrant green eyes still waiting for a response.

              “By all means. Oh, I’m Y/N, Y/N L/N.” You introduced quickly. “Dean Winchester. Hey, weren’t you in Wicked, too?” Dean asked, brows furrowed as he recognized where he’d seen you before. “Yes, actually, I did a circuit as Elphaba on broadway. Forgive me, but you look familiar, too, I just can’t place it...” You trailed off, squinting at Dean. He was about to respond when the director called for silence, and instead flashed a quick smile your way before focusing.

              “Hello, welcome, and congratulations to all of you on making it to Phantom of the Opera on broadway. I’m your director, Chuck Shurley, and I’ll introduce everyone briefly before we jump in.” Chuck announced. “The casting director, whom you’ve met, is Bobby Singer, our vocal coach is Billie Reeper, and of course our head technician, Charlie Bradbury.” Chuck said, the three waving or smiling as they were listed. “Obviously, the names of who has been casted for each part has been kept secret, but today we are releasing them to the press. I’ll start from the bottom and work my way to the leads.” Chuck explained, before launching into a long list, from ensemble, to extras, to understudies- your understudy was a nice but sassy girl named Jo Harvelle- before reaching the main roles. “Playing Raoul, Gabriel Novak,” a shorter man with amber eyes and light brown hair gave a large and cheeky grin, “and as the Phantom, Dean Winchester, whom I’m sure you’ve heard of, as he played Jean Valjean in Les Mis, and, last but not least, in the role of the lovely Christine Daaé, Y/N L/N, most recently starring as Cinderella on broadway.” Chuck concluded.

                    Your eyes went wide when you realized where you’d seen Dean before- you had been in the ensemble of his performance. He seemed to know what you’d just recalled, winking at you with a sly grin, and you gave Dean the most annoyed look you could muster. “Now that that’s covered, I’d like to run through the show. Everyone should know their lines, and their songs by now, but this is just to see where you’re at before we can begin.” Chuck explained quickly. 

                  You sang your way through the opening scene, and everything ran smoothly. Rehearsals picked up, the press had a field day with the entire cast, and you spent countless hours each week perfecting the show. As you and Dean were co-stars, you became close quickly, and often Chuck would compliment your flawless and natural on-stage chemistry, which you admitted to yourself was less talented acting and more hopeless crush on the handsome man. You were a goner the moment you first heard him sing, and his charming personality, sense of humour, and flirty comments didn’t help. You’d kissed many people for many roles on the stage, but with Dean, it actually meant something, and you could safely say he was quite honestly the best kisser you’d ever met. 

                The first show began in only an hour, and you’d already gotten into your first costume. As you peeked at the completely sold-out auditorium, you could feel your nerves grow, and your breath hitched at the sight of so many people. You weren’t normally so nervous, but this was your dream role, and you desperately wanted your performance to be perfect, especially on opening night. Besides all the acclaimed critics, playwrights, and other actors and actresses watching, you had another person you wanted to impress- Dean. He’d practiced with you, of course, and you often would go eat dinner or lunch together and run lines at each other’s flats, but for an actual show, you couldn’t help but want to prove you were talented. 

                   “Don’t be nervous, Y/N. You’ll do great.” Dean assured. You had no idea how he knew what was running though your mind, but you were grateful for his support. “Thanks, Dean. I haven’t felt so anxious since my first debut on broadway.” You laughed softly, Dean smiling back. “They’re gonna love you. C’mon, sweetheart, would I lie to you?” Dean asked, raising a brow with a cheesy smile. You snorted, rolling your eyes playfully. “You’re ridiculous, Dean.” “Aw, c’mon! You have to be nice to me, we’re about to make out in front of hundreds of people, and my performance will be lacking if you’re bein’ mean.” Dean smirked. The thought send heat rushing to your cheeks, and you were grateful for once for the stage make-up you wore, which helped disguise your blushing. “Hey, if you’re still nervous, we can always practice.” Dean joked, wiggling his eyebrows at you. You laughed loudly, and slapped a hand over your mouth to muffle the noise from the crowd. “Shut up, Dean, I’m trying to be serious!” You reprimanded, unable to maintain a stern face when met with his goofy smile. “Yeah, but I got your mind off of it. You’re welcome.” He said proudly, bowing to you. “Okay, but for real, Y/N, you’re going to blow ‘em away. You’ve been working hard for this for, like, your whole life, and you’re gonna get on that stage and be the best fuckin’ Christine they’ve laid eyes on. I’m talkin’ angels weeping, melt-their-hearts, leave-them-speechless good.” Dean encouraged, hands on your shoulders comfortingly. You gave Dean a fond smile, and nodded. “Thanks, Dean. I really needed to hear that.” You said sincerely. “That’s what I’m here for, sweetheart. Dean Winchester, best pep talker ever, that’s me.” He winked, pulling you in for a side hug. “Go get ‘em, sweetheart.” Dean said warmly, kissing your cheek, and walking back to wardrobe. It was time.

                  You swore Dean was some manner of magician- when you sang your favourite song, you saw audience members in tears at your emotional performance, and when you kissed the Phantom before leaving with Raoul, you definitely heard sniffling and sobs. At the curtain call, as you all took your bows, your smile was so wide your cheeks were hurting, and you caught Dean’s bright green eyes and mouthed a ‘thank you’, to which he returned with a wink that said ‘told ya so’. The applause was deafening, and reaffirmed the meaning of your life in your eyes. Nothing fulfilled you the way standing ovations after such a show did, the gratitude making your own eyes brim with tears of happiness. 

                 You made it off the stage, and Dean picked you up and spun you around, both of you laughing. He pulled you into a crushing hug, and when he stepped back, you saw your smile mirrored on his handsome face. “You were amazing!” He praised. Your cheeks turned scarlet, and you beamed at him. “Me? You were amazing!” You retorted. Dean didn’t reply, but his grin grew, and he crashed his lips to yours. You barely had time to respond before he pulled away, looking like a child on Christmas Morning, giddy and excited. “Wha-?” You managed to get out. “I uh- is that ok? I think- no, I know, that I really like you.” Dean said shyly. “Thank God.” You breathed. You still couldn’t stop smiling as Dean kissed you, both of you laughing giddily in every breath.

                         You’d never been happier in your life.

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A LunaTic and her Gunn (Part 91 Xs2) "Father's Day; On The Road"

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"Dude... Can I say something?" Sam asks Luna.

The two of them are in the back of The Bus getting stoned and hanging out. Sam's sprawled out, hitting a joint while Luna sketches.

"Always?" Luna stops to give her a strange look.

Sam hits the joint again before passing it to Luna. Stoned mind trying to frame her words.

"It's really weird to see you with a kid..." Sam trails off. "But then you told her to Eat Her Fucking Cheeseburger and I was like Oop! There's Loons!!" Sam erupts into laughter.

Luna throws herself on the bed next to Sam with a groan. Puffing on the joint before she passes it.

"Uggghhh... I knooow.... I can't believe I said that." Luna says as she buries her face into her hands.

"I can!!" Sam continues to laugh at her. "You weren't mean... You were just... a bitch!" Sam's words cracking herself up.

"Shut up..." Luna laughs.

Taking the joint before hitting Sam with a pillow. Placing it behind her head, Luna continues smoking the joint. Thinking about what Sam said.

"It is weird, hunh?" She asks as she exhales.

"What? The kid? Enh... It is but it's not bad. It's... Different?" Sam tries not to freak Luna out as she takes the joint. "Honestly? You're doing better than I thought you would when you told me he had a kid." Sam admits.

Luna looks over at her with worried eyes. "Really?" She asks.

"Yeah, Bud...." Sam gives her a nod, swinging around to sit up. "You nervous about Tuesday?" She asks, changing the subject.

"More about talking than performing!!" Luna laughs as she fires up a fresh joint.

"Yeah... When's Patti gonna stop doing that shit to you?" Sam asks.

"Honestly? Never." Luna chokes on her hit, passing it to a laughing and agreeing Sam.

Luna watches her friend for a moment. Debating on whether to ask her next question or not. Or at least how.

"I gotta tell you something." Sam beats her to the chase. "I been kinda kicken' it with Baze...."

"I fucking knew IT!!!" Luna flies up excitedly. "Since when? The night we tripped, hunh? Is he a good kisser? Have you slept together yet?" Luna has a million questions.

Laughing, Sam hands her the joint to her quiet down. Luna eyeballing her with a smirk as she pulls on it.

"What?" Sam grins, turning red.

"Tell me!!!" Luna laughs, beaming at her friend.

"GAAAWD, I HATE YOU!!" Sam groans with a chuckle.

"Whatever. Hate me but tell me." Luna won't let up as they continue to share to joint.

"Fiiine... Yeah, but we didn't hook up. We just kinda held hands at the park and slept next to each that night..." Sam's cheeks look like two red apples. "And we haven't done it, so you can shut up on that." She continues as she rolls her eyes.

"Is he a good kisser?" Luna pries with a wide smile.

Sam closes her eyes and sighs.

"Dude.... He has the softest lips and that beard. MHM!" She shakes her head as she opens her eyes. Face gleaming in a way Luna's never saw before.

"Aww!!! Pal!!" Luna lunges for Sam giving her a hug.

"Shut up.... It's nothing." Sam protests in laughter as she pushes Luna away.

"Okay... It's nothing." Luna smiles, putting her hands up after passing Sam the joint.

Sam giving her a hard SideEye with a soft smile. Luna knowing her friend all too well to press any further. Not wanting to freak her friend out either.

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The show at Revention Music Center is lit. The Boys on fire. Acoustics and Tech on point. No one missing a beat.

Although the setlist stays primarily the same, each performance is different. From the way Colson talks to the audience to how he presents himself and the songs, to the different shit he finds to climb on to and jump off of. Tonight being no different.

Luna watching SideStage with Casie, Sam and Ashleigh before and after she'd joined Colson OnStage. Making the crowd go wild for them.

It's not till the end of the show do the lights go down as Colson signals Casie out towards him. Grinning, she prances OnStage.

"How many of you are with your dad's, are a dad or just love your dad's here tonight for Father's Day?" He asks as he adjusts Casie's mic. "I'm really lucky because I have my Peanut with me tonight." He says as the crowd roars. "And we got a little something for you."

Ducking down, he asks Casie's nod if she's ready. Smiling, Colson begins to strum his acoustic.

🎼Today is gonna be the day

That they're gonna throw it

Back to you

By now you should've somehow

Realized what you've got to do🎶

Casie joins in with him as The Band kicks in lightly.

🎶I don't believe that anybody

Feels the way I do

About you now🎶

They sing the Oasis song together. The crowd singing in unison with them loudly. It really is a sight. Taking Luna's breath away. Finishing up, she grabs a shot of Colson hugging his daughter OnStage.

"I love you, Peanut." He whispers before letting her run OffStage.

Watching her go, a tear twinkles in his eye. Turning back to the audience he shouts a Thank You, Houston and GOODNIGHT!!! before barreling off to find Luna.

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Tossing Luna on the couch the second they hit the dressing room, they're soon fucking missionary style on the couch. Going at it. Mouths and kisses sloppy on each other's mouths and necks as they pass a joint back and forth. Blowing each other's hits into the other's open lungs. Colson thrusting deep inside of her as she grips his ass and claws his back.

"Fuck, you feel good..." Luna breathes out as she glides her hips along with his rhythm.

"That's right, you take this fucking dick like the dirty girl you are." Colson demands deep in her ear.

Making her pussy tighten as she bucks hard. Taking his dick and cumming all over it. Her orgasm making him see his own fireworks. The joint far gone.

Both breathing hard, Colson lays his face next to Luna. Kissing her temple.

"I fucking love you." He says softly.

Turning, she nuzzles his lips with a Love You. They lay together, feeling each other's hearts and breathing sync up. Finally Colson pushes himself off of Luna.

"Uhhh... Kitten, I think we have a problem.." Colson says cautiously.

Looking down, Luna sees his bloody dick. Looking back up at Colson, she smirks.

"Awesome Bunny, you literally fucked me on to my period." She deadpans.

"I can do that?" He asks in disbielf.

"Noooo... You fucking weirdo." Luna laughs, pushing him off of her.

Lighting another joint, she coaxes him up.

"Come on, let's clean ourselves off... We gotta feed Case, I know she's starving..." Luna directs Colson as she starts the small shower in the dressing room.

"Who the fuck are you???" She finds her mind questioning itself again.

"I gotta Super Cock." Colson states as he slaps Luna's ass before climbing in the shower.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" She asks, laughing as she gets in behind him.

Not bothering to protest when he promptly bends her over. Making them both cum again with his Super Cock.

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Colson's Eleven skip the BackStage party. Choosing to head into Craft, a restaurant inside their hotel.

Crowded around the table, they all laugh, drink and eat. Complimenting Casie on her performance tonight to her blushing Thank Yous.

Luna stealing glances at Sam and Baze. They're across from each other at the end of the table. Their conversation belonging only to them.

After finishing up and hanging for a bit, Colson and Luna leave the others. Taking Casie upstairs to bed. It's almost 1A.

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"You didn't show him, did you Looney!??" Casie shouts from the bathroom after her shower.

"No, Dill..." Luna reassures her from the outside of the door.

"Show me what?" Colson asks, blue eyes lighting up.

"I'm not telling you. She'll kill me!" Luna laughs as she flops on the bed sideways to kiss him.

Luna hits the pen a couple times. Trying to avoid Casie. Handing out back to Colson.

"I'm sorry I had to work today..." He starts to apologize.

"You're off tomorrow though, right?" Luna cuts him off with her words and more kisses.

"Mhmmm..." He agrees, pulling her on top of him.

Not wanting to have another sex talk, Luna rolls off of him. Afraid Casie will walk out of the bathroom with more questions. Fingers laced together, they pass the pen a couple more times as they talk about the different things to do in Hermon Park. Tucking it away before deciding they'll start their day early, leaving Luna to catch a late flight to NY.

"I don't want you to go...." Colson starts to complain.

"Believe me.... I'd definitely rather be in Idaho with you than in NY on Ellen." Luna complains back.

"I'M READY!!!" Casie declares, swinging the bathroom door open. "PRESENT TIME!!" She continues to shout.

Grabbing the wrapped box and gift bag, she comfortably plunks down in between Colson and Luna. Causing them both to sit up as Casie hands over his gifts.

First the bag. Colson loving and laughing at the shirt and socks. Saving the best for last, Colson freaks out over PoopBall. Bouncing up and down on the bed, cheesing.

"This is Fucking awesome, Peanut!!!" Colson hugs and kisses her with a child like joy. "I can't wait till I have to poop!!" He exclaims to her and Luna's laughter. Father's Day Love & Gratitude happily being exchanged.

Calming down, they choose the new Lion King to watch. The three of them lounging randomly across the California King. Colson is laying straight with Luna across the bed, head on his stomach. Her pinky lightly tucked in the waistband of his sweats as one of his hands plays in her hair. The other cupping her ass. Casie on her belly, facing the TV towards the bottom. Propped up on pillows, legs thrown comfortably over Luna's waist.

It's a completely different scene from just four nights ago. Almost amazingly so.

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To be continued......

[heechulhamster]

Play Pretend II - Heechul

Part l

Kim Heechul x Reader (Idol!AU)

Synopsis: SM Entertainment has been in hot waters, leaving them in no choice but to put you and Heechul in an agreement to pretend as lovers.

You felt the temperature around the room rise for a couple of degrees. You’re certain that your face flushed a red tint all over your heated cheeks. Unable to speak, Heechul brought his face away from yours and sat properly.

“I thought you were so feisty but now you’re speechless, eh?” He said with a chuckle.

“I was actually waiting for you to make a move but it looks like you’re all talk.” You teased him. 

He looked back at you, his eyes sporting a strong look as if you ticked a wrong box. He slowly raised n eyebrow and a grin followed soon after. He slowly inched his face back closer to yours, the hint of alcohol evident in his breath. 

You hated the tease he was playing and crashed your lips onto his. The kiss got more aggressive as you put your hands on his face, bringing him closer if that was even possible. Heechul’s hands sat on your waist, as he slowly led you to sit on his thighs. Both of your hands started to explore each others’ body too familiarly. Heechul was a damn good kisser, he knew how to work his lips and tongue and you were the one swayed on his rhythm. 

You were knocked back to your senses when his lips started going down to your shoulder blades. You lightly pushed him away which gave him the hint to stop.

“I don’t fuck on the first date, oppa.” You said jokingly.

He laughed at your humor, “Yeah, I don’t bed anyone under the influence too.”

You both fixed yourself and you prepared to leave. You were sure that this was just first of the many things that you’re gonna experience with Heechul. And you’d be lying if you said that you’re not looking forward to it. 

Weeks flew by pretty much hastily. You and Heechul left a few easter eggs for the press here and there. It included you borrowing a few of his clothes, and other not-so-subtle hints. 

You two grew close too, inviting one another to your apartments and sharing a drink frequently. It was a delight to have Heechul in your life, a friend that you can always depend on and you have someone to talk to about the burdens of the industry. And of course there’s the select occasions that you exceed being friends when you find yourself in the morning on his bed. 

When your “relationship” was announced, you were shocked by the massive support his fans gave the two of you. Of course there were a few naysayers but the fans were more of happy that Heechul had a girlfriend now. The company’s plan worked after all. The gay rumors went away, your dating news overshadowed the other scandals. 

You were cooking a meal when you felt a pair of arms snake around your waist. His face then settled on the crook of your neck, seemingly sniffing your scent. You chuckled at the tickling feeling.

“I’ll miss you.” Heechul whispered against your neck.

“It’s only a week, dumbass.” You laughed at his clingy demeanor. You’re going away for a week due to a schedule in another country.

It’s moments like this which make you think that you and Heechul are really a thing, not just two puppets playing along a script of a company. 

“I’ll miss eating proper food.” You laughed at the child like tone of his voice. 

“I knew it, you’re just making me your personal chef.” Answering him teasingly. 

“I’ll miss eating you.” He whispered in your ear.

You slapped his hands that are on your abdomen, reacting to his improper thoughts. Heechul just laughed. 

“Quit acting like that, I’m close to thinking that we’re really together.” You said jokingly but it was the truth masked as a joke. 

“Well for a sense we’re really together, unconventionally.” He answered as you face him. Heechul looked really young for his age, he could pass off as 23 on a good day. 

“Like we’re together because of a contact and not because of love? Yes, Heechul that is unconventional.” And you both laughed. 

Your show had a noticeably larger amount of audience than before, you dating a member of a legendary group and a popular host really boosted the number of people that knew your name. It encouraged you to do better, as a gratitude to Heechul too. Because somehow you felt as if you were riding his fame. 

Carrying a small box in your hands, you sat quietly on the passenger seat. It was a gift for Heechul that you bought from your trip. You wanted to give it to him right away and you wanted to surprise him. 

You knocked at the door of his apartment. You could hear faintly that he wasn’t alone, probably having a drink with his friends. As you turned to walk away when you realized that this wasn’t a good time, the door suddenly opened. 

“Oh, you’re here for Hee.” 

You were shocked at the person in front of you, it was the man who was involved in Heechul’s gay rumors. After composing yourself for a few seconds you answer, “It looks like a wrong time, I could come back-” 

You were stopped when he opened the door wider. Your eyes caught an image of Heechul with his arms over a woman that looked your age. Emptied bottles of soju were on the table. 

“Heenim, someone’s here for you!” 

It was then when his eyes caught yours, his jaw slightly dropped. You could feel everyone looking at you but his shocked display was all you see. 

“I just dropped by to give you this thing I bought from my trip.” You said, forcing a smile and raising the small box. You didn’t know why you could feel a negative emotion building up inside of you. You couldn’t be jealous, you didn’t have the right. 

“Who is that?” The girl clad in a skimpy outfit asked. “Oh! Is that your fake girlfriend, Hee?” 

Your eyes enlarged in shock - no in annoyance - no, in anger. Heechul doesn’t just go around revealing to everyone that you’re relationship is nothing but a fake, isn’t he? Moreover, being called a fake girlfriend felt degrading. Is that how he introduces you to people that you didn’t even know existed?

“Yes, I’m his fake girlfriend.” Sarcasm overflowed in your tone. “I need to go, bye!” You gave the box to the man in front of you and waved to them, trying to stay as composed as possible despite the fact that you’re way too angry to even look at them. 

You rushed down back to the car, he didn’t even follow you. Why did you even expect that he will? You’re just his fake girlfriend after all. A co artist that agreed to pretend to be his love interest to hide his sexuality and for you to increase popularity. It’s just you and your damned mind who thought that you could be something more. Obviously, that wasn’t the case. 

A few days after, you’re to attend a party of SM Entertainment. It was for the birthday of Lee Soo Man and every artist was expected to attend. Of course you’ll encounter Heechul. You’ve been cold to him this past few days due to the incident. You even refused to tag along him in the party, citing a few made up excuses to which he agreed. 

The night was young and you caught yourself drinking and laughing with Choi Minho. You had to admit that you find him extremely attractive, as lot of people do. But it was a different attraction when he’s joking and cozying up beside you. 

You were laughing at a stupid joke he said when you felt an arm drape over your shoulder. 

“Hyung!” Minho greeted the man beside you happily. 

“Mind if I excuse my girlfriend for a while?” He said while his hand pressed your shoulder. 

“If she wants to be excused.” Minho sensed the atmosphere and looked at you worryingly. 

“I bet she wants to, right?” Heechul looked at you with raised eyebrows. 

“Just a moment, Minho.” He nodded and you stood up and let Heechul take you where he intended to. You found the both of you in a quiet corner near the place’s restrooms. 

“Why?” You asked rather dryingly. 

“What the fuck was that?” His voice was raised a little. 

“What the fuck was what?” You crossed your arms in annoyance. 

“I’m pretty sure you’ve been coldly replying to me this past few days and then I come here and see my girlfriend flirting with another man?” 

“Everyone in this room knows that our relationship ain’t nothing but a contract signed by us and I don’t remember causing a scene when I saw your buildup to a threesome in your home.” You said in a half sarcastic, half pissed off tone. 

“A what? Those were my friends! And I didn’t know you’d come that day.” He sounded confused. 

“Your friends to whom you presented me as your fake girlfriend.” He was stunned by the realization. “And it looked like you didn’t mind when they are the ones who call me your fake girlfriend so I don’t see the difference, Heechul.”

“Can’t you atleast wait for four more months before you ride another dick of another labelmate?” He said and that was it for you. 

“Maybe not. That’s why I’m gonna call my manager first thing in the morning and end this bullshit of an agreement I got myself into.” Before he could even answer, you stormed back to the party. 

[opinionatedpieces]

Cancel Culture and the Effects it has on Actual Human Beings

I’m aware most people are sick and tired of the typical “Cancel Culture is bad” and “Don’t make assumptions without evidence” and so forth. However, depending on the topic, it’s stupidly difficult to consider the facts when something horrible ALLEGEDLY happened; usually these events would require the authorities to be involved in some way or talking things out in private, instead, there are people who talk about private events in a public fashion, without speaking in private or contacting the authorities. This year we have seen multiple instances of public figures being slandered due to a “mistake” or someone’s personal vendetta against them; I understand that it’s hard to tell someone how you truly feel about them, but it’s worse to LIE about it to an impressionable audience and to yourself as well.

The biggest example I can think of that pretty much highlighted how quickly a celebrity’s fanbase can go against them is the James Charles situation, this event occurred because Mr.Charles chose to promote a beauty product that rivaled the product of a friend of his, keep in mind, these two people were close. Then, the friend lashed out and made a call-out video, the waterworks and all were included; this person is a woman known as Tati, a 37-year-old married woman with a career made, who had a vendetta against a 19-year-old young man. I put emphasis on their ages because she already has her life set out for her, while she, destroyed someone else’s career, someone who barely had a career in the first place. She claimed he sexually harassed a straight man who was a waiter at some restaurant they were in and he said a joke that wouldn’t come off as funny to an outsider, however, this joke was a reoccurring one and she conveniently uses it as a tool against him, later on, that same waiter says that he’s bisexual and that he was into Mr.Charles at first but then called him a pretty bad kisser, which was funny, but it contradicts that woman’s story.

 As the result of all of that, Mr.Charles’s audience turned against him to the point where outsiders became blatantly homophobic, this greatly affected Mr.Charles’s mental health as many stories were surfacing about him being some type of pervert for straight men, all these stories were false and their only purpose was to continue to destroy the image of this teenager. James Charles made the mistake of releasing a video trying to explain himself at his most vulnerable, he was clearly aware of his previous emotional state when he made a second video that was calmer, thought out, and overall, NO CRYING. Personally, as any viewer, I don’t like seeing public figures cry on video if it’s not something that would make someone cry without realizing it, like when someone tears up when they think about a traumatic event or talk about something they’d rather forget, those people might not even realize they’re crying; usually they edit that stuff out if it’s not a raw video. Usually if it’s done on purpose, the only reason they do that is because crying generates views and makes your audience feel sympathy for you in some way.

What grinds my gears is how disingenuous it looks when a public figure cries on camera, ESPECIALLY if I see editing throughout the video, it’s like the CS:GO Gambling website apology video by Trevor Martin. To put it briefly, it promoted gambling to young impressionable children. His apology wasn't sincere and it was meant to manipulate his audience as well; that makes me very angry, because that’s no different to me than spitting on my face and expect me not to have a violent reaction to that, it’s disgusting and it shows just how much literal human garbage exists on the planet. Which is why I appreciated the video Mr.Charles made, it was calm and collected, he addressed the accusations with his own evidence to debunk Tati’s allegations, and he ended it with an obviously passive-aggressive, but well deserved, “Bye Sister”, considering his catchphrase is “Hi Sisters”, it’s the nail in the coffin for Tati’s credibility.

However, James Charles isn’t the only one who fell victim to false allegations and cancel culture, a Youtube commentator known as Slazo was accused of rape by a former friend, the reason for the accusation had little to no weight, the young lady along with Slazo’s group of friends just wanted a reason to not associate with him anymore. Sure, maybe Slazo isn’t or wasn’t a good person, but I’m pretty sure that doesn’t justify an accusation like that. Brilliantly, his “group of friends” opted to basically destroy his life; because that’s appropriate when a bunch of teenagers just decide to accuse someone of rape, everyone involved is a child, sure, they’re adults based on age, but the way this was handled? Nah, they’re all a bunch of muppets if you ask me. The girl who accused him of rape recently tried to commit suicide and was taken to a Mental institution, as horrible as that is, I know it’s because she doesn’t want to face the repercussions of a false allegation and the inevitable consequences of getting eaten alive by those who stood by her; to me, that attempt only confirms what many people know, they’re all children and like children, they don’t understand how serious the effects of an accusation like that can have, Slazo’s career is ruined, whether they meant to do that or not, and they DID because its rape he was accused of, the deed is done.

Maybe it’s because I grew up in a different environment, or maybe it’s because I plan to have a career in law enforcement, I don’t know. But what I DO know, is that people are incredibly misinformed, they don’t take that extra mile to question people when they make serious allegations. With Slazo, this girl didn’t go the police, there’s no record of her contacting the police, filing a report, nothing from her; but yet, people chose to believe her. Instead of making sure if the accusation was legit, very few people demanded proof that she went to law enforcement first before going online. I’m well aware it’s incredibly difficult for victims of abuse to report their trauma and admit it happened to them online where you are vulnerable to intense scrutiny and skepticism. However, going online to slander or create libel against a person is disgusting, I'm talking about the people who do this knowing they’re not going to report it, hoping to gain “Justice”, it’s an act, a disgusting act. It happened with Tobuscus, a gaming YouTuber who even played a role in the annoying orange in Cartoon Network, had his life destroyed by some woman. Her claims were false, she intended to cause harm, and yet that event seems to slip everyone’s mind, these women need to be held accountable for their actions, they only hurt real victims.

I’d like to take note that I know little to nothing about these people, I am an outsider, I had to learn this and search for credible evidence. I don’t watch their videos, I don’t much care for them either, but I do care about how they ended up where they are now because those are very real things that can happen at a local scale, and that scares me.

[the-writerly-night-owl]

What’s In a Name

Book: Desire and Decorum

Pairing: MC x Ernest Sinclaire, mentions of Annabelle Parsons x Bartholomew Chambers, Yusuf Konevi x Bartholomew Chambers.

Rating: NSFW ish? There’s talks about sex but nothing graphic.

Summary: Annabelle and Clara talk about their children and names. Ernest can’t agree on one and Yusuf and Bartholomew are excited.

Authors Note: this was fun and maybe you’ll see the start of my Beckett x Ellie story here soon too. I’m a bit of a name nerd so it was really easy just to make something out of this concept.

It was a nice afternoon in London as Clara Sinclaire kept an eye out on her sons playing in the backyard. The gardens of the townhouse tall enough where they couldn’t easily get to the neighbors. The two and four year old boys were chasing after each other as best as they could.

“Oh, it is always a delight to watch them,” said Annabelle from next to her as she sipped on her tea. Then patted her growing belly with her head turned slightly. “I can only imagine what this one will be like. Maybe our sons will be friends.”

“That would be grand,” said Clara as she put her hand on her own pregnant stomach. She loved expecting a child at the same time as Annabelle. She was glad to see that the arrangement was working out well for her. Mr. Chambers and Annabelle did turn out to be the perfect pair as they could have their lovers and yet still not have to worry about being pressured into marriage. “Are you sure it’s a boy though?”

“It better,” said Annabelle with a snort as she put her tea cup down. “Oh Clara, for me it was awful. It was completely dark and he just pushed my nightgown up. I was hardly turned on by it though. I can’t imagine having to do this again for an heir.”

“Well if it’s a girl she could always marrying one of my boys,” said Clara lightly as Annabelle smiled.

“Yes, that would be perfect,” she said. “We would be related as each other’s mothers in law. I think she might do well with Ernie.” She nodded to her youngest as Clara giggled. Why her second son she didn’t know but it really didn’t matter.

“But of course. Now who is this mystery girl?” she teased as she took a gulp of her tea. “What are you going to name the baby?”

“Oh we had agreed that Yusuf would be the one to pick out the babies name,” said Annabelle as she rubbed her stomach.  “All I know is that if it’s a boy it’s Joseph since that’s his name translated into English. It’s hard telling him that he can’t use many names from his own culture.”

“It will be hard,” said Clara as she thought of her own problems. “Ernest and I still can’t agree on a name. This time I believe it to be a girl and he wants to name it after his mother. I want to name her after mine. He’s using the argument since Vincent is named after my father his mother should be first. But Vincent’s name was his idea.”

Before Annabelle could put in her two cents did the garden door open. Yusuf and Bartholomew were excited talking as they held hands down the pathway. The two women turned to look at them as they entered.

Yusuf darted forward as he rushed over to Annabelle as he put a hand on her stomach. Annabelle sent her friend a look that only made Clara giggle.

“We have our name Annabelle,” said Yusuf lovingly as he crooned to her stomach. “It’s a name that’s used in my country and Lord Byron decided to use it in his poems. It’s a name that I think fits both in English and in Constantinople. Leila Chambers. And if it’s a boy Joseph Chambers.”

“Those are very lovely,” said Clara as she watched as Bartholomew rushed after the boys and picked up Vincent and Ernie from the grass.

“Yes I like them very much,” said Annabelle as she gently took Yusuf’s hand. “I’m glad you two were able to think of a proper name then I ever could.”

“I can only thank you so much,” said Yusuf. “I know that you do not enjoy being pregnant and that you prefer your women. This is such a joy.” From her spot Clara could make out the tears in his eyes before he kissed her stomach and joined the boys for a game of Ring a Ring o' Rosie.

Once he was gone did Annabelle turn to Clara. “I’m glad he’s supportive but sometimes I find it a little strange about how involved he is. We’re all going to be thrilled once the baby is here though. At least now I can put a name to the constant kicking.”

They watched as Yusuf and Bartholomew were teaching the boys a game of their own. They were holding hands together as Clara could just see how they looked at each other. Their touches tender and sweet. She was glad that they were able to be together still and how happy and in love they really were. The way that they played with her sons just proved how great of father’s they will be to each other.

The door opened again as Clara looked up to see Ernest as he glanced in her direction. She sighed as they were still arguing about that from last night.

“Daddy,” said Vincent as he raced over to Ernest with Ernie and the loving couple hot on their heels. Bartholomew telling him about the names that they had picked.

She watched as Ernest light up as he saw the boys. He had hugged them as he lifted Ernie out of Yusuf’s arms and kissed his cheek. Then got on his knees to hug Vincent as he was wonderful with them. They went and started a new game as Clara saw Annabelle gesture for Ernest to sit with them.

“Mrs. Chambers,” said Ernest as he bowed to her. Then he smiled a little at Clara as he sat down next to her. He kissed her cheek as she was slightly disappointed that he didn’t really say anything.

“Alright so Clara filled me in on what happened,” said Annabelle as she drummed her fingers against the table. “About your names if it’s a girl. If you can’t agree on either Lydia or Mary, why not pick a different name both you like instead? Then use those names as the middle name, I hear that the practice is becoming very common. That way you can honor both of your mother’s.”

Clara thought about that as she did have other names that she liked. She too had heard of the practice of middle names as Ernest slyly glanced at her. She thought of her list of names as she glanced at him back.

“Well I’d name my dolls Georgiana and I’d use it on my child.” said Clara as she liked still today. It was her favorite name once upon a time. She even remembered her mother suggest it to her as she smiled thinking about her.

“I like it,” said Ernest as he liked the ring to that. “I think it’s elegant.”

“So if it’s a girl she’ll be Georgiana?” asked Clara as he nodded at her.

“Georgiana Mary Lydia Sinclaire. I don’t know why we didn’t think of that before.”

Excited Clara put a hand on her swelling stomach. Then he leaned in and pressed his lips against hers as Clara sighed into the kiss. Oh, she loved his kiss as his fingers traced along her stomach as she felt the baby kick. Ernest grinned into the kiss as he held her hands close forgetting that they had an audience. Therefore she would be perpetually pregnant, she thought, the man was an excellent kisser. And she couldn’t help but want to touch him all the time.

“Daddy, mommy,” said Vincent as they broke apart as Annabelle was shaking her head. “Can we have a scone?”

“Of course darling why don’t we all get a snack.” They ran into the townhouse ahead of everyone as Clara wandered to be last with Ernest at her side as they watched their friends pile in. It had been a productive day at least.

[jungtookthejams-blog]

Hoseok Imagine [3]

[i’m a yoongi stan i promise

also some information here does not belong to me, but most of it does. the stuff that isn’t mine regards a certain YT channel that i changed up to fit my characters. the name of the channel and what it does is as said but it has been modified to fit the story line, feel free to check out the actual channel, it’s hilarious and i’m a huge fan of them]

type : normal !

genre : fluff !

AU : youtuber reader !

word count : 1314 !

summary : Imagine being a YouTuber with your best friend, and you're shipped famously with Jung Hoseok. On a talk show, specifically The Ellen Show, you're forced to kiss him. Worse it is, you just so happen to be a J-Hope biased ARMY.

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(L/N) (Y/N) and Daiha Binji; two of the biggest names on YouTube, more formally known as CinemaSins and/or MusicVideoSins. Two people, two channels, and sarcastic, offensive humour that never fails in making people fall out of their chairs. What they do is simple.

They sin things in the entertainment industry.

It started with movies, and when they got requests to do music videos as well, they made a second channel just for that. They watch these things and point out every little mistake or things that just don’t make sense, many of the “sins” counted are there simply for the sake of making some witty, smartass commentary. Although they focus their videos in English (living in America and all), they often have subtitles of Korean, Japanese, French, considering both of them are fluent in said languages. Their fans also translate their videos in many languages, ranging from Spanish to Bahasa.

(Y/N) is a free spirit, she’s very kind and the sweetest thing ever. She loves pastel colours but is also really emo, she basically has the personality of a pastel goth. Don’t be fooled, though, she’s still a smartass. Her sins mostly focus on the more feminine view of whatever she’s watching, like “This guy is offending me with his seductive stare,” and ping! There’s a sin. She’s also very keen and observing, she finds every little mistake possible and often helps Binji find his for his videos.

Binji is snarky and clever, he makes fun of the actors in whatever he’s watching and that often leads to sins. “Look, I know this guy’s trying to be sexy and all, but he just ate wax. That’s a formula for constipation.” Ping!

Binji, despite having naturally blonde hair (he’s half Korean and half Russian), likes to dye his hair a bright red. Like, Akabane Karma red. Or Park Jimin during Dope red. (Y/N) often says that the colour suits him, his short temper and “I don’t care” attitude well, which is one of the reasons he keeps it that way. He clearly has a soft spot for (Y/N), but in no way is it romantic.

Their channels have two large playlists each; Binji’s videos and (Y/N)’s videos. They run the channels together, yes, but often have seperate videos. The fans often suggest who should sin what, which is how (Y/N) got into sinning almost all of BTS’ music videos.

When she was sinning Dope, the fourth one she’s had to sin, she started the video off with an immediate sin by saying, “I don’t know why you guys always make me do these. I’ve already been sucked into this ARMY thing, and you know I looked into that fandom since you guys have been begging me to for so long, and what I found was the weirdest shit. What the fuck is ‘infires,’ ‘dirty water,’ ‘no jams,’ and what’s with the ‘sexy porn star’ thing? This fandom is drugs. Just drugs. And I love it. Teach me your ways, ARMY. In any case, why don’t you make Binji do these? Don’t you want to see him suddenly poof into a gay against his will? Because I do.”

Her becoming an ARMY is what lead to the shipping. The shipping of her and the infamous J-Hope.

She’s really energetic and always happy, she’s like Hoseok and Yoongi together into one.

Which is what brings her here, on Ellen, in front of J-Hope, with red cheeks and their lips centimetres apart, Binji and Yoongi shoving their heads together.

Woah, woah.

Back the fuck up.

What is happening, here?

Well, allow me to explain.

When the boys went onto Ellen, the mischievous comedian had a surprise in store. A shipping game. She spun a wheel and whichever member it landed on, would have to play a little game.

She had seven female celebrities backstage, each of whom were the most shipped with one of the members. (Y/N) was there if J-Hope were to be selected, and Binji was there because (Y/N) was there.

They’re kind of the dynamic duo.

In any case, the wheel landed on Hoseok, and (Y/N) and Binji casually walked out, with fans cheering like they just saw Johnny Depp. They took a seat across from Bangtan as the band shoved and teased Hoseok, who was smiling ear to ear with pink cheeks. Ellen greeted them and continued to take out a deck of cards. She shuffled them and picked out ten. The older woman then called up a random girl from the audience and had her pick a card. The teenage girl was shy yet giddy as she picked one, and almost choked on her spit as she read it. Ellen took it back and laughed out loud as the girl went back to her seat, leaving the idols on the stage confused. The host turned the card over and (Y/N)’s eyes were as big as plates.

The potential couple must share a kiss on stage for their fans!

She could feel anxiety bubbling in her stomach.

Yes, Hoseok was attractive. Yes, he was a cutie. Yes, she was a fan of him. Yes, she low-key wanted to kiss him. Yes, she would sacrifice her first born child for him. Yes, he was overly cute and sexy at the same time. Yes, the little cinnabun comedian was shy as hell as she looked at the rapper.

But God, no, she did not want to fuck this up!

What if he was uncomfortable? What if she disgusted him? What if she was a horrible kisser?

She gulped as Bangtan beat and laughed at Hoseok, who shyly stood and looked at (Y/N), who did the same. She could feel Binji smirking at her, and gave him a quick glance-glare.

The two of them hesitantly approached one another until they were less than a metre away. They slowly leaned in until (Y/N) flinched away and hid her face, making the crowd “Awee!”

She gathered her emotions and leaned in again, awkwardly flinching away like every two seconds, Hoseok doing the same, both their cheeks red.

[have you guys seen that vid of hobi and tae being forced to kiss? yeah, imagine that, but they’re not touching and they’re more flustered than disgusted]

Binji stood and shoved (Y/N) forward, making Hoseok catch her and hold her in his arms as they gazed at each other, yet still reluctant. Yoongi then stood and pushed Hoseok’s head further, Binji doing the same to (Y/N).

And here they were.

Eventually, their lips touched, light as a feather. As soon as she felt the contact, (Y/N) was about to pull away, but something about the way Hoseok held her and slightly moved his lips against hers made her stay in his arms. Hoseok slowly moved his lips to mesh with hers in a way that made (Y/N) weak in the knees, and they kissed for what felt like eternity, her hands sliding into his hair and his resting at her hips. As their lungs felt heavy, they gently separated themselves from each other, and the first thing (Y/N) did was run into Binji’s arms, covering her red face. Binji laughed, “This isn’t rejection to you or anything, J-Hope, she’s just really shy. This probably means she enjoyed it,” He sent the Korean rapper a wink. BTS were in tears laughing, and so was Ellen, leaving (Y/N) to internally cry in Binji’s embrace.

The show went on as any other, (Y/N) and Hoseok unable to take their eyes off each other. As the stars walked off the stage, though, a grinning Hoseok made his way over to (Y/N), who looked at him with a shy smile.

“Can I get your number? I, uh, would like to keep in touch.”

[38-planes]

The Wild Child Of “Come From Away”

Logo: New Now Next [April 3, 2017]

Jenn Colella, one of Broadway’s few out leading ladies, talks playing a real-life hero, making out with Idina Menzel, and lesbians in open relationships.

On September 11, 2001, after terrorists flew jets into the World Trade Center and the Pentagon, authorities closed United States airspace to all air traffic. In the remote Canadian town of Gander, Newfoundland, 38 passenger jets suddenly landed on the airstrip, and were grounded until further notice.

Instead of treating them as intruders, the town opened its homes and hearts to 7,000 strangers from all over the world. By the time the visitors departed, cultures had come together and lifelong friendships had formed.

The hit musical Come From Away tells this sprawling story with a foot-stomping Celtic band and a dozen versatile actors portraying some 50 real-life characters, many of whom flew in from Newfoundland to dance onstage with the actors on opening night.

The show packs a political punch at this ungenerous moment in America—a point that hung in the air when Canadian Prime Minister Justin Trudeau invited Donald Trump to attend a recent performance. (The President declined but sent Ivanka.) Critics took the musical’s subtext to heart. The Washington Post called it “an exuberant antidote for what ails the American soul.”

For extra exuberance, there’s star Jenn Colella, one of Broadway’s few out lesbian leading ladies. In Come From Away, Colella sings her heart out as real-life pilot Beverley Bass, one of the pilots who landed at Gander on 9/11. But Colella, 43, been attracting fangirls ever since she rode a mechanical bull in Urban Cowboy, rocked the butch title role in The Beebo Brinker Chronicles, and played one-half of a lesbian couple in If/Then.

On the phone in her dressing room before a recent performance, with her girlfriend chiming in, Colella told us about her life as an irresistible wild child, from her current relationship à trois to the occasional makeout session with Idina Menzel.

How would you describe the story of Come From Away?

Jen Colella: For me, it’s about welcoming people because they need help. I don’t know where we got away from the habit of being kind, but kindness and compassion is where we live. We all have access to it, and it requires practice.

How was it for the cast when Justin Trudeau and Ivanka Trump came to the show? How was it for you?

It was extraordinary to have them here, and have them together. People are drawn to this show who know that everyone is good at heart, people who are drawn to a sort of kindness movement that’s in the air right now. Justin knows that’s the best possible way to lead people, and I believe Ivanka does as well, or else she wouldn’t have joined.

Did you speak with Ivanka?

We didn’t. It was Justin’s night. He made a speech before, and I believe Ivanka ducked out a little early out of respect, so as not to take anything away from him. But the show is direct address–we can see the audience very clearly. She was truly enjoying herself and smiling and laughing and crying and was really in it, so I know she had a good time.

You play Captain Beverley Bass, who blazed her own trails as the first female captain for American Airlines. She seems like the most clearly defined hero in Come From Away. How did you two meet?

After our final preview [at La Jolla Playhouse], Beverley and her husband Tom arrived at a restaurant across the street. We spotted one another from across the room. She came over and said, “I think you’re playing me,” and I said, “I think you’re right!” I’m so grateful that they’ve chosen me to play this badass pioneer for women. I feel the privilege and responsibility of it.

Like all the actors, you play several characters in Come From Away. Aside from Captain Beverley, you play this enchantingly gay-looking woman in a T-shirt and vest. Was my gaydar going off correctly with that character, or is she just Canadian?

She’s just Canadian! Actually that character, Annette, is quite male-crazy. She likes the men that come off these planes. But I have faith that Annette would be open to women as well. I’m going to throw that into the show tonight and see how it plays.

I was googling you, and the first thing I saw was this hashtag: #jennfuckingcolella. Do you have lesbian fangirls?

I do, and it feels so good! Everybody’s respectful, but, yes, to receive that kind of energy from women fuels me. It feels, again, like a privilege and a responsibility. And I’m so thrilled that I’m out and the age that I am, and I feel confident and capable to be a good role model for gay women.

How do women reach out to you?

Some fans will see shows many, many times. I have one awesome fan—I don’t know if these people are even gay, to tell you the truth—but one girl has my signature tattooed over her heart.

I’d say that’s a clue.

She hasn’t come out to me, you know? So I don’t want to assume. But I get a lot of baked goods, sweet cards, flowers. Chicks are so good at gifts, right? I ride a scooter around town, because I’m like a 12-year-old, and one of my fans actually presented me with a new scooter. Yeah, they mean it. It’s awesome.

Let’s go back to the tattoo: Did you autograph her chest and then she went and got the autograph tattooed?

She’d seen If/Then many, many times. She said, “Hey, will you sign this piece of paper for me?” I did, and then later she came back and showed me her tattoo. Isn’t that awesome?

You sometimes subbed in for Idina Menzel as the lead in If/Then. What was that like?

Idina is an amazing person, and super sweet and fun. She and I like to flirt a lot. We made out a couple of times, which was super, super hot and fun. I like to tell as many people that as possible. Great kisser.

How exactly did that come to pass?

The best part is, my girlfriend is in the dressing room with me right now, and she keeps looking up and giving me these like sexy little smiles. Anyway, Idina’s straight—mostly—in the way that I’m mostly gay. And I would just wear her down at parties, just walk by and say, “We should make out.” Just trying to constantly put little seeds into her beautiful brain. She took me up on it once or twice.

Aside from making out, did you and Idina ever sing together?

Onstage, we had many opportunities to sing together, and that voice is just inimitable.

As is yours. In fact, speaking of Idina’s great roles, did you ever do Elphaba the witch, in Wicked?

People are always asking me that! I finally had to tell them to stop asking me to come in, because I am terrified that I would lose my mind and my voice. I’m going to leave that to those professional belters and try to save this loud-ass belt that I’ve got for as long as possible.

Although it would be really cool to do a gay Elphaba.

I hear you. I hadn’t thought about that. You know what, though, I want to play Bobby in Company. [A 2016 London production reversed genders to feature a woman in the famous leading role of a commitment-phobic bachelor and the loves of his New York circle of friends.]

Your girlfriend’s listening in, so she’ll appreciate this. What kind of woman is attractive to you? Do you have a type?

I like people who are balanced in their masculine and feminine energies. I like girly girls who aren’t afraid to wear ripped jeans and play in the mud. I joked when my girlfriend got here, “You dressed like a little dyke for me today!” She’s wearing ripped jeans and her big belt and a cut Women’s March t-shirt. Yeah! Then as I’m getting older, I realize that what I find sexy is someone who’s smart and kind and funny. I’m attracted to the whole world, is the truth.

Any quality in a woman that’s a deal breaker for you?

Yeah. An unawareness, right? If someone treats a server unkindly—snaps at a server, or anyone in the service industry—that is such a deal breaker for me. I can’t.

Does your girlfriend like seeing you in uniform as Captain Beverley onstage?

[She repeats the question to her girlfriend.] She likes seeing me in everything.

I was going to ask you about starring in The Beebo Brinker Chronicles [the 2008 Off-Broadway adaptation of Ann Bannon’s iconic novels of lesbians before Stonewall]. Has anyone ever talked about filming it?

Lily Tomlin was one of our producers on that play, and she and Jane Wagner talked about possibly filming it during that time, but I haven’t heard any more about it. So, yeah, we can put that back out in the universe as well.

Definitely. Those lesbian pulp paperback days were very sexy.

True. That was one of the sexiest shows I’ve ever worked on. It was fun to be the butch lesbian that all the girls were swooning over.

Not that different from your real life, is it?

[Laughing] It was fun to have that as my job.

I know I’m asking in front of your girlfriend, but do you see yourself in the future marrying and quote unquote settling down? Are you interested in kids?

I’ve been married a couple of times.

To women?

Yeah. My joke is, chicks love it when you propose. I had two wonderful marriages, and I’m a big fan of the institution of marriage if it is truly an equal partnership. But my girlfriend and I are in an open relationship, and that feels really lovely and right for me right now.

So you’re both seeing other people?

She’s actually married to a man. I’m kind of dating them both. They have a little kid whom I adore. And I’m also dating someone else, and, you know, my girlfriend just got on OKCupid, and it’s all very open. There’s a lot of respect and a lot of communication and a lot of trust. It’s quite lovely.

Usually lesbians can’t do that, at least the lesbians I know. Gay men can stay together 50 years, and they manage to keep their exterior lives very hot and vital and yet preserve these lasting relationships. What’s different about you that you can do that?

What I’ve found is that if women are intimate with one another, there’s such an emotional connection that happens. That’s what can be scary for the primary partner: If you have an emotional connection with someone else, how is there going to be any room left for me? But our hearts are much more open and capacious than we give them credit for. There’s no better or best in my world of love. I have boundless love. So the more I can trust myself and love myself, and trust and love my partners, then I’m finding there’s an infinite amount to explore.

Come From Away is now on Broadway at the Schoenfeld Theatre

[ishiireviewer]

RATING: 10/10

REVIEW:

What a beautiful movie. I just loved it so fucking much.

The characters were so amazing. They had so much depth. And I’m really overwhelmed right now so this review is gonna suck.

They were so mature. They didn’t take offense when the other was making fun of them. They never interrupted when the other was talking. It was just so beautiful.

God. So beautiful.

QUOTES:-

1. Celine: Isn’t everything we do in life a way to be loved a little more?

2. Jesse: Alright, alright. Think of it like this: jump ahead, ten, twenty years, okay, and you’re married. Only your marriage doesn’t have that same energy that it used to have, y'know. You start to blame your husband. You start to think about all those guys you’ve met in your life and what might have happened if you’d picked up with one of them, right? Well, I’m one of those guys. That’s me y'know, so think of this as time travel, from then, to now, to find out what you’re missing out on. See, what this really could be is a gigantic favor to both you and your future husband to find out that you’re not missing out on anything. I’m just as big a loser as he is, totally unmotivated, totally boring, and, uh, you made the right choice, and you’re really happy.

3. Celine: I believe if there’s any kind of God it wouldn’t be in any of us, not you or me but just this little space in between. If there’s any kind of magic in this world it must be in the attempt of understanding someone sharing something. I know, it’s almost impossible to succeed but who cares really? The answer must be in the attempt. (So fucking beautiful)

4. Jesse: I kind of see this all love as this, escape for two people who don’t know how to be alone. People always talk about how love is this totally unselfish, giving thing, but if you think about it, there’s nothing more selfish.

5. Celine: You know, I have this awful paranoid thought that feminism was mostly invented by men so that they could like, fool around a little more. You know, women, free your minds, free your bodies, sleep with me. We’re all happy and free as long as I can fuck as much as I want.

6. Jesse: I don’t know, I think that if I could just accept the fact that my life is supposed to be difficult. You know, that’s what to be expected, then I might not get so pissed-off about it and I’ll just be glad when something nice happens. (Yes yes yes yes)

7. Jesse: OK, well this was my thought: 50,000 years ago, there are not even a million people on the planet. 10,000 years ago, there’s, like, two million people on the planet. Now there’s between five and six billion people on the planet, right? Now, if we all have our own, like, individual, unique soul, right, where do they all come from? You know, are modern souls only a fraction of the original souls? ‘Cause if they are, that represents a 5,000 to 1 split of each soul in the last 50,000 years, which is, like, a blip in the Earth’s time. You know, so at best we’re like these tiny fractions of people, you know, walking… I mean, is that why we’re so scattered? You know, is that why we’re all so specialized?

Celine: I don’t know. Wait a minute, I’m not sure… I don’t…

Jesse: Yeah, hang on, hang on. It’s a, it’s a totally scattered thought. It… which is kind of why it makes sense.

8. Jesse: Sometimes I dream about being a good father and a good husband. And sometimes it feels really close. But then other times it seems silly like it would ruin my whole life. And it’s not just a fear of commitment or that I’m incapable of caring or loving because… I can. It’s just that, if I’m totally honest with myself I think I’d rather die knowing that I was really good at something. That I had excelled in some way than that I’d just been in a nice, caring relationship. (Yes. Because being in a caring relationship is not thought of as something of an achievement.)

9. Jesse: You know what drives me crazy? It’s all these people talking about how great technology is, and how it saves all this time. But, what good is saved time, if nobody uses it? If it just turns into more busy work. You never hear somebody say, “With the time I’ve saved by using my word processor, I’m gonna go to a Zen monastery and hang out”. I mean, you never hear that. (So fucking true. We do more work in that time. Instead of focusing on the real and beautiful things that life has to offer.)

10. Kesse: Listen, if somebody gave me the choice right now, of to never see you again or to marry you, alright, I would marry you, alright. And maybe that’s a lot of romantic bullshit, but people have gotten married for a lot less. (So sweet and so true.)

Celine: Actually, I think I had decided I wanted to sleep with you when we got off the train. But now that we’ve talked so much, I don’t know anymore.

Celine: Why do I make everything so complicated? (Yes. Just do whatever the hell you want.)

11. Jesse: This friend of mine had a kid, and it was a home birth, so he was there helping out and everything. And he said at that profound moment of birth, he was watching this child, experiencing life for the first time, I mean, trying to take its first breath… all he could think about was that he was looking at something that was gonna die someday. He just couldn’t get it out of his head. And I think that’s so true, I mean, all - everything is so finite. But don’t you think that that’s what, makes our time, at specific moments, so important?

Celine: Yeah, I know. It’s the same for us, tonight, though. After tomorrow morning, we’re probably never going to see each other again, right?

Celine: We, maybe we should try something different. I mean, it’s no so bad if tonight is our only night, right? People always exchange phone numbers, addresses, they end up writing once, calling each other once or twice…

Jesse: Right. Fizzles out. Yeah, I mean, I don’t want that. I hate that.

Celine: I hate that too, y'know.

Jesse: Why do you think everybody thinks relationships are supposed to last forever anyway?

Celine: Yeah, why. It’s stupid. (Wanting an amazing thing to last forever is not stupid.)

12. Celine: I used to think that if none of your family or friends knew you were dead, it was like not really being dead. People can invent the best and the worst for you.

13. Jesse: I know what you mean about wishing somebody wasn’t there, though. It’s just usually it’s myself that I wish I could get away from. Seriously, think about this. I have never been anywhere that I haven’t been. I’ve never had a kiss when I wasn’t one of the kissers. Y'know, I’ve never, um, gone to the movies, when I wasn’t there in the audience. I’ve never been out bowling, if I wasn’t there, y'know making some stupid joke. I think that’s why so many people hate themselves. Seriously, it’s just they are sick to death of being around themselves.

Jesse: Let’s say that you and I were together all the time, then you’d start to hate a lot of my mannerisms. The way every time we would have people over, uh, I’d be insecure, and I’d get a little too drunk. Or, uh, the way I’d tell the same stupid pseudo-intellectual story again, and again. Y'see, I’ve heard all those stories. So of course I’m sick of myself. But being with you, uh, it’s made me feel like I’m somebody else. (So beautiful)

14. Jesse: I feel like this is, uh, some dream world we’re in, y'know.

Celine: Yeah, it’s so weird. It’s like our time together is just ours. It’s our own creation. It must be like I’m in your dream, and you in mine, or something.

Jesse: And what’s so cool is that this whole evening, all our time together, shouldn’t officially be happening.

Celine: Yeah, I know. Maybe that’s why this feels so otherworldly. (What are the odds? If that’s not fate then what is?)

15. Jesse: Would you be in Paris by now, if you hadn’t gotten off the train with me?

Celine: No not yet. What would you be doing?

Jesse: I’d probably be hanging around the airport, reading old magazines, crying in my coffee cause you didn’t come with me.

Celine: Aww… Actually, I think I’d probably have gotten off the train in Salzburg with someone else.

Jesse: Oh, yeah? Oh, I see. So, I’m just that dumb American momentarily decorating your blank canvas. (Hehe so cute)