#is it a Phineas & Ferb / High School Musical type of situation???

[lesbianseaweed]

the fact that the mlb fandom got this big despite the source material still surprises me to this day

[what-the-ship]

Tickling the Ivories Chapter 3

We all know Cavendish and Dakota will be famous pop stars. How they got there is the interesting part.

Part one: Here

It all started with a canister in a field. Dakota was chattering about the newest song he had written when the grabbers grabbed the top off a canister hiding under a newspaper.

“That can’t be good.” Was all the got out before a cloud of purple and silver glitter exploded out. It would’ve been pretty if it wasn’t for the burning sensation everywhere it touched.

“Dakota?” Called a voice before his sight turned to black. When he woke up again he had a tube up his nose and a line in his arm. The lights in his room were dimmed as he reached over for his glasses. The last thing he needed was a splitting headache on top of the one he already has. Looking around he got a better idea where he was exactly.

It was an empty hospital room without so much as a TV. The steady beep nearby from his heart monitor was his only company. Outside his closed-door, he heard the muffled dim of people going about their day. Turning his head to the side he saw an empty chair and an empty bedside table. Closing his eyes he would claim it would help his head but it was really so he wouldn’t have to see he was alone. The door opened but he remained still. He didn’t feel like talking.

The doctor and nurse spoke quietly about his condition. Unknown gas but they were testing it now. Should make a full recovery in two days. Nothing about the Cavendish. Nothing about him also being injured or even visiting. At some point, he fell back asleep.

“Burger?” Dakota started sitting up. He was still attached to the IV line but the nose tube was gone. Cavendish jumped in the chair next to the bed. At his feet was a red cooler he was pulling food out of. Not crappy hospital food, oh no, the good stuff.  

“Oh man. I missed that.” Dakota smiled shifting back into his too stiff pillow.

“I figured as much. I would’ve been here sooner but there is so sort of emergency on the lower floors.” Cavendish gathered up all the evidence of their smuggling.

“Don’t you want to go check it out?” Dakota asked sitting up slightly.

“I see no reason to.” Cavendish gave a one-shoulder shrug not stopping his cleaning. “We’re a joke around here so I doubt they’ll let us anywhere near there anyway.”

“Oh right,” Dakota remembered what he wanted to talk to his friend before the accident. “About that song.”

This was it. His do or die. So to speak. Neither man was adept at expressing themselves outside their respective coping mechanisms. Cavendish used a false sense of superiority while Dakota relied on jokes and sarcasm. Not this time.

He was about to confess through the only medium the two of them understood, music. So soon as he was better he’d give his please marry me speech via a song. He had all the lyrics planned out. All the adventures big and small to asking him to go on the biggest adventure of all. A cheesy love song at its finest.

“I was thinking about this one.” Cavendish had started to play a sample he’d been tinkering with. The speakers frizzed a little lowering the volume dramatically.

“Blasted thing.” The taller man scolded applying some percussive maintenance to the phone. Getting frustrated he tried to lean over to put the speaker closer to Dakota’s ear. Getting further frustrated by being impeded by the railing he lowered it so he could climb in the bed. Leaning back against the wall he was now shoulder to shoulder next to Dakota holding the phone between them.

The two of them listened in silence both hyper-aware what exactly what the situation looked like. In an effort to get more comfortable Cavendish wrapped his arm around his friend’s shoulder. Accepting the casual –friendly- contact Dakota leaned into it. They picked through songs while sleep claimed Dakota a second time.

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“Aw man. You know it’s bad when a sleeping bag is more comfortable than a bed.” Dakota swung his arms around a few times trying to loosen the knot in his shoulder.

“You need to be more careful from now on Dakota.” Cavendish scolded.

“Yeah. Yeah. I know.” Dakota looked away. They were stopped by a group of ‘real agents’ milling around looking in the same direction. “Hey what’s the hold-up?”

“Quiet drudge,” growled a nearby agent trying to peer over his coworkers.

“Drudge?” Dakota whispered not knowing what it meant but knowing an insult when he heard one.

“I know things look tough.” Their boss, Mr. Block voice carried over the group. “We’ve foiled dozen of aliens invasion, help lost travelers, and even take out the trash when needed.” He gave them all a too toothy smile before continuing. “Now all we need to do is find some who can create a song along with musical accompany along with a dance number in less than an hour.” Frustrated sounds erupted around the cubicles.

“Do you know how hard it is to find someone with that ability?”

“What about Phineas and the Ferb-tones?” A voice asked.

“Too busy with school.” Mr. Block answered. “The Tyrantions specifically came to Earth to personally witness an original impromptu song.”

“Eh, shouldn’t be too hard.” Dakota shrugged wincing in pain. His body wasn’t one hundred percent yet it seemed. Several co-workers turned to glare at him.

“Oh, what do you know?” One of the secretaries snapped.

“It’s easy. Just pick a tune and go with it.” Dakota then made a little jingle about filing paperwork to prove his point.

“Excellent. We have our volunteer.” Mr. Block’s voice cut out above the chatter.

“Say what now?” Dakota realized the whole office was now staring at him, even going so far as to move aside giving Mr. Block an unobstructed view of him.

“Come along Dakota we have a lot of do and very little time to do it in.” The man had stridden over to grip the heavier set man by the arm.

“I’ll just be borrowing him for a minute.” Mr. Block gave Cavendish a wink before dragging Dakota off. Co-workers casually went back to work around him as Cavendish stood dumbfounded in the middle of the office.

Without a proper desk to work at Cavendish sat in the corner of the break room filling out paperwork about the type of garbage they picked up. Sitting in front of him was Dakota’s medicine he was supposed to take for the next few weeks. Realizing his partner would neglect his health he had already gone to the liberty of setting alarms on his phone. The only television in the room was always set to “Milky Way’s Great Hits”. Earth’s greatest contribution to the universe was music. In an effort to keep the planet safe P. I. G. broadcasted music to try and show the universe that Earth was a planet worth preserving. Sometimes it didn’t work but overall it was a pretty effective system.

There was a burst of static as the screen turned from casual elevator music (I’m Lindana, and I wanna have fun) to Dakota staring wide-eyed holding a microphone. Ignoring his two-day late paperwork Cavendish turned his attention to the screen. Off-screen someone caught his attention signaling he was on the air. Dakota took a deep breath.

Still dressed in his orange tracksuit he launched into a song about some of their time travel escapades. The chorus caused Cavendish to straighten up slightly.

‘I would do it all again for you.’

Hoping against hope he wanted that line to be about him. Realizing how presumptuous he was being he looked back down at his report.

“Amazing isn’t he?” Bob Block asked causing the taller man to jump. Leaning on his elbows to cradle his chin him his palms his boss gave his normal toothy smile.

“Sir?”

Tilting his head his boss kept talking. “If this performance goes well Vinnie Dakota will be in high demand.” The man gave a pause to look back at Cavendish. “Which means he’ll be too busy to do his normal job.”

Cavendish swallowed hard. Whether he knew it or not Dakota was going to be a pop star. The pen in his left hand creaked against his grip.

“Of course.” Was all he managed to say. He was going to live in a van by himself now. The only thing keeping him even remotely sane was going to leave him. Some would argue that he could follow Dakota.

Back when he was a concert pianist he saw firsthand the sort of person who rode the tailcoats of others. He refused to be that person. Dakota belted out the final chorus (‘I would do it all again for you.’ ). Noticing his partner was almost hyperventilating Cavendish grabbed the medicine. Taking two steps one of the other people watching gave a yell.

Noticing everyone was staring in horror at the screen. On-screen Dakota was being pulled into space ship all the while protesting.

“DAKOTA!” Cavendish yelled as his friend disappeared into the space ship. The hatch door closed before shooting off towards the stars.

[crystal-pokeball]

My Artistic Passion

    When I was young, I always adored animation. It was only a matter of time before I aspired to create my own. I’ve grown a lot over the years, both in art and as a person. As my time in high-school is slowly going to come to an end, I only wish to continue my pursuit of creating animation of my own. My name is Kaitlyn, and I am 15 years old, currently a sophomore in high-school. I still have a lot to learn, but I am dedicated, and will do what it takes to reach my lifelong goal.       As a child, I would watch almost any cartoon you can think of. I would always watch them on Saturday mornings with my older brother. Nickelodeon, Disney Channel, and Cartoon Network were, and still are my favorites. Cartoons have grown over the years and I have grown right along with them. I will always adore the cartoons I grew up with. Powerpuff Girls, Early Spongebob, Avatar the Last Air-bender, Phineas and Ferb, Ren and Stimpy, Early Fairly Odd Parents, and Teen Titans are some of my all time favorite cartoons. The newer shows the networks have produced are just as good, some if not better. The Loud House, Star Vs the Forces of Evil, We Bare Bears, Gravity Falls, Rick and Morty, The Amazing World of Gumball, Regular Show, Adventure Time, and Steven Universe.       Steven Universe, as of now, is my all time favorite animated work. With it’s amazing characters, stellar animation and visuals, wonderfully composed music, and captivating storytelling, it has easily won me over. This show is a masterpiece which has changed my life in ways I never could’ve imagined. Not only did it spark my desire to begin to draw more than usual, and manage to entertain me beyond what anything else could, it allowed me to connect with someone I consider to be the greatest friend I could ever ask for. I’ve known her for a little over two years, and she’s the one who solidified my desire to take my passion for art to the next level. She inspired me on a daily basis and still does to this day, helping me to improve as much as I have. I could never thank her enough for all she’s done for me, and I always do my best to return the favor.       Art is a passion I’ve had for as long as I can remember. I was always the child who would scribble down anything that came to mind, even if it looked like an indecipherable mess of lines and color. I would doodle on school work, doodle on notebooks, doodle on anything I could get my hands on. I was an unstoppable doodling machine. Overtime, my little mess of scribbles began to actually look like images. This is when I decided to trace over pictures and cartoons I loved, as well as do those little character “How to Draw” tutorials on Dvds and YouTube. Believe it or not, those helped me get an idea of how it felt to draw certain shapes, set actual structure, and began the next phase of art for me. At that point, I no longer drew stick figures, I was drawing actual characters with form beyond what I was ever used to. Granted, they still didn’t look good, but it got me somewhere. Then from that point on, all it took was time, effort, and the right inspiration to get where I am today.     My passion for art is directly connected to my passion for animation. I love them both for the same reason. The idea of expressing one’s self, emotion, and ideas through mere strokes on a page or sequenced pictures to give the illusion of motion is such a captivating concept to me. Turning an imaginative idea and making it a reality in such a way, the art of storytelling and extent to which you can do so, it just hits me in ways other things just cannot. While there are some live action shows I adore, like Burn Notice and General Hospital, they just can’t compare to my admiration of the animated medium.  ________________________ When I started writing this, I didn’t expect it to turn into a full blown essay. If you’ve read through the whole thing, then thank you for taking the time to listen to my thoughts. Once I start typing, I just can’t stop until EVERYTHING I want to say is on the page. I don’t normally write stuff like this, but I was just so inspired to in this situation. I’m not really sure what it was that inspired me to write this, but it took nearly two hours and I’m not letting all of that time go to waste, so I’m posting this. Thank you for your time, I really appreciate it.    - Amethyst7776