#ler!stephen

[ghostlee]

OMG OK IM ACTUALLY SO STUPID LOL

So @shadowpon-3 and I were supposed to fic trade a bit ago and I was like 100000% sure that I posted my half of the trade. However I found it today in my notes and I had a moment of thought where I was like. “Wait I never actually saw the reaction on this from Shadow..?” And so I got on my tumblr to check and after scrolling for like 10 mins and looking I was like “HOLY SHIT I NEVER SENT MY HALF 😭😭😭 “

IM SO SORRY OMG I FINISHED THIS AWHILE AGO AND WAS JUST POSITIVE THAT I HAD POSTED IT.

ANYWAHAHAYS HERES THE FIC

So sorry again pls forgive me and my completely unobservant ass 😭

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Well well well. What do we have here?

Word Count: 2,458

Lee!OddJayAlter

Ler!Stephen

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This is from DanPlan (pretend Daniel is still part of their group and they are all together still.)

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“Ughh where did that little rascal go?” Jay asked to himself quietly as he was searching around the house for the new kitten that they just adopted.

Stephen, Hosuh and Daniel were all downstairs making lunch and sent Jay upstairs on his turn to go find Milo.. their new cat.

Jay had no issue going to look for Milo but the hunt for this kitten was starting to get on his nerves as he continued making the “pspsps” sound and crouching down to look in and around furniture.

Just as Jay was about to leave the guest bedroom he heard a small meow coming from the corner of the room as he quickly paused and slowly turned his head back towards the bed in the corner.

He got back down onto his hands and knees as he lowered himself belly down onto the ground to look under the bed.

Sure enough in the back, pressed right up against the wall was a small fluffy orange tabby. “Milo!” Jay whisper shouted as he tried to reach his hand out under the bed to get Milo to come over to him.

He waited a few seconds with his open palm not feeling anything before he got impatient and tried to reach further to no avail.

Sighing, Jay tried peak his head under to determine if it was a gap he could squeeze his body under to grab Milo and he decided for it.

Putting his hands flat on the floor he slowly but surely krept under the bed and managed to get the upper half of his chest under. Jay reached back out and took hold of Milo and started trying to scoot himself back out.

And that’s when he realized. He wasn’t going anywhere.

He was stuck under the bed.

“No no this can’t be happening.” Jay tried to tell himself and he struggled more to get out, Milo wiggled in his hand as the kitten meowed and managed to escape before running off likely into another room.

Jay let out a loud exasperated sigh and tried once again to wiggle out from under the bed. He refuse to call for help, he was better than that. Not to mention they would all likely make fun of him for getting stuck.

Maybe besides Housuh who would actually help him out and not make fun of him.

Jay tried again and again as he started becoming more frantic and it set in further that he was infact stuck.

He tried to reach his arms out to his sides to get his phone but realized he left it downstairs on the kitchen counter. Silently Jay bit back his pride and called out loud, “HEY!! CAN ANY OF YOU COME UPSTAIRS.”

There was a moment of silence as Jay prayed one of them heard it, since as much as he dreaded the idea of them finding him like this, he hated the idea of being stuck under here for awhile much more.

Suddenly a voice called up from the bottom of the steps. “What’s up Jay? Everything okay?”

Stephen.

He was bound to make fun of Jay but the blond had no other choice. “N-No.. I uh. I’m stuck!”

There was another pause as Jay started to let his mind wander over how embarrassing this was.

“You’re…. What?” Stephen yelled back up the stairs.

“IM STUCK.” Jay called out annoyed as he tried again to wriggle free as a last ditch attempt.

Suddenly he heard footsteps coming up the stairs and they padded into the doorway of the room he was in before they abruptly stopped.

He heard a small snicker and a “tsk tsk tsk” from Stephen as the boy started to giggle.

“How’d they even happen?” Stephen asked with a pique of curiosity in his tone.

“I was trying to get Milo out from under the bed.. and well.” Jay sheepishly answered back.

“Just get me out of here..” He snapped as he started to try and wiggle free again.

Stephen rolled his eyes at the impatience but then nodded before walking over to the edge of the bed and trying to see what the best approach was to get Jay out.

“Alright why don’t you try and push with your hands and I’ll try to pull.” Stephen said as he crouched down to get a good grip on Jay.

Jay in his head assumed that meant Stephen would be grabbing onto his ankles to pull so when ten fingers suddenly latched onto both of his sides and squeezed, Jay jolted and let out a strangled bark of a laugh.

Stephen quickly let go and jumped back away from Jay afraid he accidentally hurt him. “W-What was that???” Stephen asked with urgency in his voice.

“I-it was n-nothing. Don’t do th-“

Suddenly he was grabbed again in the same spot as Stephen tried to figure out what happened.

Again that same bark of laughter ripped itself out of Jays throat as he tried to reach his hands down to grab at Stephen, but this time when some giggles lingered in the air, everything became incredibly clear to Stephen.

There was silence between the two boys before he heard Stephen start laughing quietly to himself.

“Well well well…. Look what we have here.”

Stephen taunts Jay with a grin laced in his voice. “Looks like Mr.Just Get Me Out Of Here, is ticklish..”

Jay feels a pit start forming in his stomach as if he was a little kid that was just caught in a lie.

He knew he couldn’t get himself out of this one so he sighed, “yes… I’m ticklish.. please just help me get out.”

Stephen’s heart just about exploded, he wasn’t one for cutesy wholesome moments but he was a tickle monster through and through and learning that his best friend Jay was a perfect candidate for the tickle monsters appetite was just what he needed today.

“You remember that time that you replaced all of my shampoo with pink dye?” Stephen asked, letting the question loom over the blond for a moment.

“What does that have to do with- Stephen come on that was forever ago. Thats not fai-“ Jay tried to argue but got cut off.

“4 weeks Jay. That my hair was pink.” Stephen lowered his tone as he fought a grin creeping its way onto his face.

“Y-You could’ve dyed it again after!” Jay protested as he started to get more and more nervous that being tickled was getting set in stone.

“I think this is a good chance for some payback if you ask me..” Stephen laughed with a darker tinge in his voice.

“W-Waiahahahait!! Noahahahahhaha!” Jay cried out as Stephens fingers started to scribble quickly against his sides.

Jays body shook involuntarily as he laughed and laughed away, his sides felt like they had 100 butterflies all flapping their wings right against his bare skin as Stephen pushed up Jays shirt some to tease at his sensitive skin.

Jay kicked his feet uselessly behind Stephen, his feet hitting the purple haired mans back every few seconds when Stephen took a seat firmly on Jays hips.

Jay desperately tried to grab onto Stephen’s hands to stop the onslaught but not being able to see where Stephen would attack next made it far more difficult for Jay to properly grasp his hands.

Stephen switched where he was tickling every few second so Jay couldn’t grab onto him, and every time he switched spots, Jays body would jump with shock at the new attack on a different area.

“PLEHAHAHSHSSE NOAHAHAHAHAT MY SIDEHEHEHES!!!” Jay screamed with laughter while Stephen wiggled his fingers into the blonds sides before raising his hands up to scribble between each rib.

Jay tried again and again to push himself up as he somewhat pushed Stephen off his hips for a moment.

He finally managed to wiggle out a bit further in the struggle, in the fight the bed lifted up some however and he managed to flip onto his back. Once again finding himself stuck but in even more of a comprising position as Stephen took his place back on Jays hips who was now on his back.

Stephen’s eyes lit up at Jays new misfortune as he pushed up the front of Jays shirt up to his ribs to get a nice flat tickleable area in front of him.

Stephen watched as Jay greedily took in breathes as his stomach rose and fell. One thing that Stephen noticed almost immediately was a little button right in the center of Jays belly.

Specifically an outie belly button.

“You have an outie belly button??” Stephen giggled as he gazed at the small mark on Jay.

“Y-Yeahahhaah.. *deep breath* whahahat about it??” Jay asked feeling somewhat out of breathe.

“Aren’t they like. More ticklish then innies or something?” Stephen grinned knowing full well that he pulled that information from nothing.

“N-No I don’t know..” Jay sighed as he once again tried to wiggle free. “Can you just help me get out now..” he asked.

Stephen thought for a moment. He smiled to himself and slowly dragged the tip of his index fingers around Jays bare stomach making sure to avoid his belly button.

The feeling didn’t bring Jay to full laughter again but it did make him squirm some as his sides tried to get away from the sensation.

“If you let me tickle you for… 60 seconds. I’ll help you out.” Stephen said as he felt imaginary devil horns pop up over his head at the deal he was attempting to make.

“No way! What’re you gonna do? Not help me?” Jay said as he tried once again to get free to no avail.

“No, but I’d go get Daniel to “help us” and I’ll add in that you’re ticklish into the plea for help.” Stephen grinned ear to ear as he watched Jay carefully knowing the man was now at a cross road.

“30 seconds.” Jay says hoping that Stephen would take it.

“50.” Stephen called back.

“Fuck you drive a hard bargain.” Jay sighed.

“Fine… 50 seconds. But you HAVE to help me as soon as the 50 seconds is up.” Jay said as he choked back his dignity.

“And you’re not aloud to try and stop me either!” Stephen added.

“What!? That wasn’t part of the deal!” Jay whined as he gave Stephen the bird from under the bed.

“You wanna get out or not?” Stephen said to him as he drummed his fingers on Jays sides again.

Jays body squirmed uncomfortably as he took a second to process the terms of their deal.

“Fine.” Jay snapped.

“Fine what?” Stephen giggled knowing he was definitely pushing the blondes buttons now.”

“Oh my god just get it over with!!” Jay cried as he stomped his foot on the ground.

“Hahaha ok you asked for it!” Stephen said as he started to circle Jay outie belly button with his finger.

Jay felt his stomach start shaking as his body became aware of the impending tickles.

“Whahahait n-hahahao legehets re-negoti- AAGAHHhah!” Jay screeched when Stephen glided his finger over the small button.

He then started to poke at Jays navel and every time he did Jay would let out a squeal. “Hahaha it’s like a giggle button. All I need to do is press righttttt hereeee and you laugh!” Stephen said knowing full well it was driving Jay crazy.

“YouHahahHah Havahahhahave thirhahahirty seheheheconds!!” Jay managed to say through his laughter as he squirmed around under the bed.

“Ahh right right, good point. Thanks for the tip.” Stephen smiled as he dragged his fingers down to Jays hips to start softly kneading into the ticklish skin.

Stephen heard Jay start banging on the bottom of the bed with his fists as his laughter got more hysterical.

“Twehehehenty sehehehconds!” Jay yells as he fights to turn his stomach back out of Stephen’s hands. “Ah ah ah where do you think you’re going?” Stephen tsked as he follows Jays movements and scritches his fingers right on the small of Jays back.

“You’re all mine for another… 10 seconds.” Stephen grins as he watches Jay arch his back up and away from the back tickles only for Stephen to scitter his fingers over Jays stomach.

“THAHAHAATS EHEHEHVEIL STOHAHAHAHAP!!” Jay screamed as he tried to pull his legs up to protect his stomach but was blocked by Stephen.

Stephen gave Jays sides a final few pokes and squeezes watching the man break down into soft quiet giggles, something he’d not seen Jay do often which honestly did warm his heart some.

“Annndddd that’s 50 seconds..” Stephen said, sticking true to his tickly word.

Jay took in large breathes of air as he laughed away the last few giggles and let out a sigh.

“Ughh remind me not to make deals with the devil again, that was torture!” Jay whines as he waits for Stephen to help him.

“Your secret is safe with me.. for now.” Stephen says as he gets up and gets a grip on the bottom of the bed frame and lifts it up giving Jay a chance to wriggle himself out from under it.

Jay sat up and brushed himself off before glaring at Stephen who had a shit eating grin on his face.

“Not a word.” Jay said as he pushed himself up and turned away from Stephen to go back downstairs.

“I’ll find Milo later when he comes looking for food.” Jay laughs as he walks back down the steps.

“I’ll be sure to help you out again the next time you get stuck-“ Stephen says with a quick gentle poke to Jays side as the blond jumps with an offended look and bats Stephen finger away.

“Like hell you will.” Jay scoffed as he made his way back into the kitchen.

“What took you two so long? Did you find Milo?” Daniel asked the two.

With the confidence of a madmad Jay looked with his classic eyes closed smile at Daniel and said “yeah Milo ran back off, Stephen and I were just hanging out sorry we took awhile.”

Jay nudged Stephen and turned slightly to shoot a glare towards him.

“Yeah.” Stephen said as he walked over to the kitchen table. “What he said.”

Hosuh had a look of confusion on his face at first but he shrugged it off and continued assembling their sandwich’s they’d be having for lunch.

“Well whatever you two were doing I’m glad you’re back since lunch is just about ready.” Daniel said as he grabbed two of the plates and handed them to Jay and Stephen.

The two nodded and took the plates before sitting down at the table with Hosuh and Daniel.

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End

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I HOPE YOU LIKED IT AAAH Sorry again lmao <3 😭

[danplansfwtickle-blog0]

Title: panic attack (aftermath)

Description: after coming home from a rather anxious meeting with some other online animators, hosuh finds himself completely drained from a panic attack that he had, but thankfully he has Stephen to be there for him.

Ler: Stephen

Lee: hosuh

(Platonic)

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“How long has it been?” Jay asked, obviously concerned for his silver haired friend.

Daniel who was sitting across the table from jay, looked down at his watch and said: “almost three hours since he came back”

Stephen blinked, “seriously? That long? What the hell are we doing then just standing on the side while hosuh is just suffering under the influence of a…” Stephen lowered his voice to whisper, making sure hosuh didn’t hear. “Panic attack”

“Correction, he’s currently done and now recovering from his numbness from the..well you know, but yeah, I agree with Stephen, we should go and talk to hosuh, we are his friends after all” Jay stood up and was about to head over to hosuh, when Stephen put a hand on his shoulder.

“Actually…let me handle this. I am his closest friend and well, I think it would be better if just me and him were alone for this” Stephen reasoned, hoping Jay would get the message.

Jay thought for a moment, then nodded slightly, and looked over at Dan as Stephen went over to his bedroom door down the hall.

“I hope hosuh’s alright, what could have caused his distress?” Daniel said, rubbing the back of his head.

“I’m not sure, but as long as hosuh knows he’s safe around us and the environment, that’s all that matters right now” Jay replied.

Stephen lifted his hand to knock on the closed door, before hesitating. *the hell am I doing?! Hosuh is my friend! I’m supposed to help him!*

Stephen forced a gentle knock as he cleared his throat, trying his best not to seem like he was interrupting hosuh’s personal bubble. Stephen opened his mouth to speak: “Hosuh? Are you alright? We heard from a call earlier that…well, me and Jay and Dan just want to know if your alright”

Only silence met Stephen, giving him the idea that hosuh was in one of those moods when he was either sad, angry or feeling empty. *probably the last option knowing what happened, or rather I don’t in detail at least*

Stephen opened the door and closed it behind him, finding hosuh lying on the bed with his back to Stephen. Stephen walked over and sat down on the bed, seeing that hosuh was awake, just extremely stoic and his blue eyes seeming to dim from the lack of emotion he seemed to suppress under his anxiety if not this depressive episode. Stephen knew hosuh well enough to know he never suffered from serious depression or anxiety, so he, jay or Dan for that matter never knew what could have been the cause for his panic attack.

*maybe he was just overly stressed that he panicked over something? Perhaps it was from a phobia?* Stephen guessed, the gears in his head turning slowly.

“Wanna talk about what happened today?” Stephen asked, his voice low but full of interest and sincere concern.

Stephen is never this compassionate towards anyone, and never hosuh usually, but Stephen knew he wasn’t gonna let a rough day ruin hosuh like this, not when hosuh had never let him down all other times.

“You know I care right? Hosuh?”

Silence rained, as hosuh breathed in slow and exhaled in a way of answering Stephen but not n a helpful way however, he remained as lifeless as ever, slowly blinking. Hosuh was so out of it, he was so discontent he might as well looked disconnected from the world around him.

Stephen placed a hand on his shoulder, Stephen felt Hosuh jump a little from the contact. He still had a little life in him left, he just needed to find a way to make it rise.

“Remember how when we first became real friends, and that I would make you happy no matter what? Because I love you and all?” Stephen asked, getting hosuh’s eyes to look in his direction without moving his head. “I promised I would and well, I’m here to do whatever I can to make you happy again”

Hosuh started show a slightly irritated look and just pulled the covers over his head.

“Even if you try to run from it..” Stephen said with a small smile. “Now come on hosuh, where is the man that was always there for me when I needed him the most? Come on show yourself”

Hosuh remained still under the covers, but Stephen could sense that this could actually work.

“And who’s the friend that picked me up after I fell to the dirt?” Stephen playfully teased, placing the same hand from a minute ago over hosuh’s side, making hosuh freeze. “Come on where is he?~”

Stephen repositioned himself closer to hosuh’s and put both hands on hosuh, running them around his torso before finding his sides on top of the blanket. Hosuh seems to scoot away from Stephen a little.

“Now where is that I friend? I could really use a friend right now, a friend that is willing to give me a smile and something else that follows a smile perhaps?” Stephen gently squeezed hosuh’s sides, making him squirm already from the contact. “Come on, I still had not found that friend, now do I have to force him to come out of hiding? Or will he come out himself?”

Stephen started to carefully dig his digits into hosuh’s skin through the blanket, making small circles, giggling started to sound from under the covers.

“Ste-hehephen please-“ hosuh finally spoke under his breath through a fit of giggles.

Stephen started to poke randomly with one of his hands, the other still, making five small finger circles on hosuh’s side.

“Come on hosuh, gimme a laugh, come on, not that hard to laugh” Stephen teased, now stopping his actions to pull the blanket down to reveal a frowned scared hosuh. Stephen grinned like a wolf. “I see that blush on your face, you can’t fool me dude”

Hosuh hid his face with a pillow, refusing to smile or laugh.

“Well if your not gonna talk I guess I’ll have to force and answer out of you, are you satisfied and happy yet?”

Hosuh just grumbled an inaudible ‘nuh uh’ thought the pillow.

“What’s with the attitude man, where’s my happy optimistic friend?!” Stephen raised his voice in a manner as if he was playing. “Don’t tell me this shady hosuh is ticklish and I have to change him back”

That comment left hosuh blushing, to which Stephen could see a little behind the pillow and smirked wider with gratitude. Stephen started to attack hosuh’s sides with more aggression, push hosuh further. Hosuh was doing his best not to laugh, which was working so far, only small giggling and snorts would escape Hosuh, but it wasn’t enough for Stephen.

“Where is hosuh?! And what have you done with him!” Stephen said. “Hosuh can you hear me? I can still save you from this horrid nightmare you call an empty shell!”

This was getting deeper into hosuh and at any moment he was gonna break.

“Tell me this, is hosuh ticklish on his…ribs?!”

Hosuh was at the edge of breaking, Stephen tracing and digging his fingers in between his ribs was almost unbearable, he was squirming so much and could barely contain his laughter any more.

“Who’s my best friend? Come on hosuh~ say it~ you know you wanna~ who is my best friend? Are you satisfied?!” Stephen joked. “I need answers!”

Stephen started attacking his stomach.

“HAHAHAHAAHA!!!” Hosuh had finally broke, his stomach was not the most sensitive, but it was one he was more embarrassed of, to which he started blushing uncontrollably.

“Awwww~ there you are~” Stephen cooed, pulling hosuh close and in his lap, continuing his attack on his sides and ribs. “Look at you~ you look a lot better in a smile then a frown, I could do this all day if I wanted”

“NOHOHO PLEHEHEHEASE!” Hosuh started to squirm away but Stephen grabbed hosuh from behind and flung him back onto the bed.

“Nuh uh! You dont get to run from this, I’m not done with you mister” Stephen then used a hand to ruffle hosuh’s hair and the other to stroke behind his ear which he knew was gonna tickle, making hosuh giggle already. Stephen just started to laugh anyways since he found hosuh to amusing and adorable as friend to stop playing with him. “And this spot is a bit ticklish~ hehehehe”

Hosuh slapped stephens hands away, only for Stephen to go back to tickling his sides, squeezing rapidly and giving pressure through his fingers, Hosuh curled up and couldn’t help but say “Stehehephen! Stohohohop! I’m happy now I geheheehet it!”

Stephen pulled hosuh into hug, stopping his attack for a moment…but only for a moment. Hosuh smiled a bit, hugging back.

“Thanks for checking on me, I probably still would have been happy even if jay or dan came to help me, but I’m glad you did”

“Yeah? So you think jay or Dan would also be tickling you like this?” Stephen teased, see as red glow increase on hosuh’s face. “Hahahaaha! Just kidding, only Stephen can cheer Hosuh up that way”

“Uhhh no” Hosuh said, leaning back from Stephen.

“Uhhh yeah?” Stephen pushed on.

“No”

“Yes”

“No”

“Yes”

“No stephen doesn’t get to top anyone this time”

“Stephen does get to be the best, cause he is the best!” Stephen boasted.

Hosuh let out a snicker, as if mocking stephens efforts to be superior. He looked at hosuh looking confused and a little upset.

“You think that’s funny to you?” Stephen asked, trying to grab hosuh by an arm but hosuh instead got off the bed, only to be pulled back again.

Stephen layed on top of hosuh to keel him still, aside from his legs that started to squirm and kick. Hosuh was laying on his back.

“I’ll show you funny, you clearly need more optimism” Stephen said, both hands on hosuh’s sides again, slowly starting to wiggle his fingers.

“Wait! Stephen I already have a bunch of that! You already do your thing, you cheered me up!” Hosuh yelped, knowing that he can’t do anything with his free hands.

“Yeah? But then you decided to throw it back in my face after all a my hard work by snickering at my pride!” Stephen explained, sitting up and trapping hosuhs arms at his sides with his legs.

“Now enough chat, more laughter….” Stephen added, making hosuh giggle uncomfortably. “Here comes thhheeeee tiiickle monnnster~”

Stephen playfully teased in a drawn out tone. Hosuh started squirm, but he could barely move under Stephen’s weight. Stephen lifted hosuh’s shirt and started tracing a finger around his stomach. Stephen noticed at the corner of his eye that hosuh was trying his best not to smile again.

“Nope!” Stephen declared, immediately digging his hands into hosuh’s sides, making him howl with laughter. “Don’t go back to gloomy hosuh! We just fixed that!”

Stephen then leaned his head down and started to blow small raspberry’s into hosuh’s neck, forcing screeches and yelps of giggles from his timid silver haired friend. Hosuh had manage to wiggle free an arm and started to attack Stephen’s stomach which he had a perfect shot from, Stephen jumped and looked at hosuh suspiciously, grabbing his free arm and pinning it above his head.

“Do you really think you’re fucking funny?” Stephen asked, almost genuinely. “Cause fighting back only makes situations worse for you”

Stephen moved both arms above hosuh’s head and smirked evilly, placing all five fingers on his ribs. “Perhaps I should start from the top” Stephen then dragged his hand down and eventually reaching hosuh’s side again. “Then again how far down can I really go?”

Stephen scooted back a bit and started kneading his hands into hosuh’s waist.

“HAHAHAHAAHAHA! NOHOHO PLEEHEHEASE!” Hosuh begged, but Stephen ignored him this time.

“Oh? What’s wrong?” Stephen asked, moving on to the tiger side. “Does it tickle? Why are you laughing? I’m just trying to give you a message”

Stephen then moved over to his sides and ribs, moving them up and down.

“Oh look at all of these spiders just skittering your body like crazy, I think you like it though~ you keep blushing and if you have a failed effort to get out and run you just give in? How cute, you even tried fighting back, you have to personality of a puppy but can’t do anything back cause it’s helpless, hehe”

Stephen let go of hosuh’s arms and started using both arms to attack both ends of his ribs and sides, hosuh tried blocking or swiping stephens hands away, but nothing was working anymore.

“Just a few..more..seconds…” Stephen grunted, forcing more laughs out of hosuh before he finally stopped, for real this time, he got off of hosuh and stood by his bed side. Hosuh was breathing heavily. “Heh heh, I guess my work here is done, Ive officially-“

Stephen was suddenly hugged by hosuh from behind.

“Hehhehe, dork” Hosuh joked, hugging tight.

End.

[ososorry]

my coworker might give me an old Polaroid with expired (unused) film he has in his garage 🤞🤞😩😩

[strangesthirdeye]

✨HAPPY 300+ FOLLOWERS TO ME✨

Me: *open my account door hall gently with a sweet smile on my face* ok, kiddos.. I have good news to share.

Doctor: ohh, good news. I love hearing good news. *glances at Donna excitedly*

Donna: you always love everything, Doctor.

Crowley: *sprawling on my massage chair in the corner of the hall* nguhh- damn.. this massage chair is something. *fiddling with the remote control for the massage chair*

Aziraphale; *snatches remote control from Crowley's hand* Crowley! It's not good to play someone's stuff, like that. What if it's broken?

Crowley: *shrugs* just want to increase the speed.

Aziraphale: *sighs before helping Crowley increase the speed on the massage chair* So.. what is the good news you want to share?

Stephen: *crossed his arms against his chest while leaning against the wall* Don't tell me that you have new ideas for other fanfics while you haven't finished the old ones yet.

Wong: Is it the continuation of Snape's fanfics that you promised him a few months ago? because as far as I know you have made two fanfics for him. That's why he seems in a good mood lately.

Severus: I've been in my own mood for a long time... what makes you sense that I've been in a good mood lately?

Wong: *shrugs* maybe because you don't always make a few snarky remarks the moment Dhani enters this noble hall.

Severus: who says if I don't make a few snarky remarks to Dhani I'm in a good mood? Tell me, Mister Wong.

Me: guys, settle down ler.. just chill out.. we don't need history to repeat itself..

Sherlock: With what you say first, old things will be repeated without having to be told because your mouth is the type that likes to talk without thinking about the consequences.

John: *massage his nose* Sherlock.. just.. let Dhani tell what the good news is so that this meeting will not be long.

Me: John's right.. if you don't want this meeting to be long, you need to let me do the talking. While y'all.. Listen to me.

Them: *grumbled before agreeing with what I said*

Me: *nods* good.. now *press the button to open the projector* This is the good news I want to share.

Doctor and Donna: *raise their eyebrows to show they are impressed*

Sherlock: *narrows his eyes*

John: *mouth agape*

Severus: *keeps his stoic face*

Crowley: *opens his black tinted glasses slightly to see clearly*

Aziraphale: *stunned*

Loki: *blew his lips* that's growing fast.

Stephen and Wong: *disbelieving*

Stephen: that's very fast because a few months ago it was only 200.. now it has increased to 300

Me: 322 actually.

Donna: Well, if 22 unfollows you, it will be 300 exactly.

Doctor: no no.. don't do that

Me: woi! don't jinx it!

Aziraphale: but- but you don't post any fanfics these days.. how come it can be so many?

Me: i did posted something a few days ago, okay.. two incorrect memes and Chapter 13 Unspoken Love..

Stephen: of course it's about their fandom *nods his head at Aziraphale and Crowley*

Crowley: Did I sense jealousy, Doctor? *smirks*

Stephen: *glares at Crowley* I don't need those kind of incorrect to make me jealous.. At least I have a full chapter

Crowley: *rolls his eyes, annoyed with Stephen*

Sherlock: plus about the two of them too *gesture towards Doctor and Donna* something about Y/n making dad jokes.

Donna: don't remind me of that please *groans*

Doctor: it's funny.

Donna: for you, yes.. but me? no.

John: Well at least she doesn't make dark jokes right?

Doctor and Donna: ...

John: right?

Me: *write notes* that's a good idea, Johnny boy.. Might make dark jokes for incorrect Sherlock too *grins*

John: for God's sake!

Sherlock: I don't have any comments to make.

Stephen: whatever.. as long as my lists will be full of fanfics only.

Me: who says your lists will be full of fanfics only? Your Unspoken Love series alone has taken time to complete and you want your list to be full of fanfics only? Huh! in a dream.

Stephen: you-

Severus: did i get new fics?

Me: let me check.. *open my notes app* hmm.. Supreme Strange imagine.. Little Star miniseries, Sherlock's.. Ahh not yet

Severus: pardon?

Me: *glance at Severus* not yet lah.. sorry.. but don't worry, Sevvy, I will do it.

Severus: she always says the same thing but won't do it.

Me: oh! don't let me not do it

Loki: Am I getting new fics too?

Me: same goes to you.. i still have a few paragraphs for Too Many Secret part 2 which is not ready yet. It's a long fic. So it will take time to prepare.

Loki: not ready yet? I thought it was ready?! it's been what? a few months!.

Me: oh! you have to remember that I use my phone to write all these fanfics okay! that's why it takes time!

Loki: i sense deception! she has a new laptop which she didn't use for writing instead she uses it to read fanfics!

Me: I'm still not used to writing using a laptop because I'm so used to using the phone to write, you snake!

Loki: This is ridiculous. *cross his arms*

Donna: seriously, what is our purpose for gathering at this meeting? to roast each other? I thought it was to celebrate 300+ followers.

Aziraphale: I must say that, although Dhani is the type who is slow to update or post something but in the end her work will finish in no time.

Severus: she has really bad writer's block.. that's why she's a bit slow to write fanfics.

Me: is that judging or a compliment? because I'm gonna take it as a compliment even though it's a bit harsh.

Severus: none of the above

Me: okay, compliment then.

Doctor: Well, at least she writes, right?

Egon: that's right, but judging by some of the abandoned fanfics in her notes apps says something.

Them: *turned their heads to look at the source of the voice*

Stephen: who are you?

Sherlock: new character crush i suppose.

Doctor: She added character crush again?

Egon: I don't know how I can be here actually. All this started a few months ago where Dhani got bored and decided to watch Ghostbusters. My name is Egon Spengler

Donna and Wong: *look at each other*

John: *raises eyebrows* she sure has a taste for men who are introverted and high functioning and intelligent and cold..

Me: it's not my fault that they are all fine.

Aziraphale: so you're going to start making fanfics for him?

Me: I'm still thinking about that, actually.

Crowley: great! more abandoned fanfics *clapping his hands*

Me: why are you all being so cruel this day? you all should raise my spirit to write so that I will write diligently..

Aziraphale: oh, Dhani.. don't be sad.. Just.. you don't need to rush for time to write.. You have plenty of time to write and do other things.. Just take your time and relax.

Donna: yes, just sit and relax.. having tea and sleep..

Sherlock: gosh that's kinda boring

John: *smack Sherlock on the back of the head* shut up

Egon: I don't mind if I don't have fanfics about me.. I mean.. I'm still new so only 'seniors' have fanfics, right?

Me: oh, don't worry! I will try to do it.

Loki: well let's just don't rush. I mean you have a lot of time to write.. so there's no need to rush.

Donna: yeah, Loki's right.. I mean.. we are just Characters.. so we can only entertain you.. all our dialogue and actions are in your hands.

Stephen: and you kind of use us to motivate you to write or do other things.

Wong: that's right.

Crowley: Ngh- don't stress too much.. Everything will be okay in the blink of an eye.

Me: *tears up* oh guys... thank you!

Them: no problem

Wong: so.. is there anything else you want to talk about?

Me: nahh.. I think this is enough.. you can go.

Stephen: *stands up* right.. if you say that *open portals* in you go, gentleman and lady.

Crowley: *points his index finger at me* remember what I said. *enter portal*

Aziraphale: it was nice to see you all again.. thank goodness we don't have to argue before going home.

Severus: at least we all got what we wanted.

John: yeah.

Aziraphale: i think i should go, see you guys later! *enter the portal and the portal directly vanish*

Sherlock: *nods in farewell before entering the portal*

John: see you guys later *enter portal*

Severus: i must go before all those dunderheads do inappropriate things.. Farewell *enters the portal*

Egon: it was nice to meet you all.. I hope we can get to know each other more.. goodbye *enter portal*

Loki: I think this is the time for me to withdraw.. until next time. *disappears*

Wong: I should go then *enter the portal*

Stephen: *look at me who is watching they all go in front of me* Dhani. ..

Me: hmm?

Stephen: *walks closer to me and stands in front of me* as a first fictional character that you like, I must say that.. you grow up fast.. mentally.. physically you look like a 12 year old girl although your age is more than 18 years old.. so it's a bit different from the others because you can remember all the plots and stories even though they've been left for a long time. Consider you have short term memory but you can still remember all the stories and plots for your stories that you abandoned.. That's why you are always slow to update because you always follow the mood to write.. not because you have no ideas...

Me: so you mean that I'm lazy to write? Even though I have an idea to write.

Stephen: more or less like that..

Me: wha- what the hell! i thought you wanted to give me advice instead you just want to tell me that i'm lazy.. sheshh...

Stephen: it's not my fault.. I'm just telling you in a way that's not straight forward.

Me: wouldn't it be nice if you just told me straight forward.. haiyaa

Stephen: well I don't want you to be offended.

Me: of course I will be offended if you said like that.. but I just accept it because it's true. Heh..

Stephen: *nods and pat my head* good.. well, i shall go back to my realms.

Me: right, bye bye! *closes my account hall door loudly*

[domquixotedospobresblog]

Qual seu escritor Favorito?

Estava falando esses dias sobre preferências com uma poetisa muito talentosa,quando veio a pauta grandes escritores,e tirando Shakespeare que não é desse mundo, é um mega star das estrelas,citei o maior em minha opinião Stephen King,que apesar de muitos pensarem que seus livros são histórias de terror e suspense,mas se lerem com cuidado e apenas um pouco de atenção verão os maiores sacrifícios por amor e amizade que em livros de romances ou histórias reais,"It"em seu segundo capítulo mostra isso logo no começo e desvendado no final,"Campo do medo"também tem o roteiro todo baseado em sacrifício para salvar os que amam,"O Nevoeiro","O iluminado", Dança da morte",mostra que a falta de humanidade uns com os outros tem seu preço no final,"O Nevoeiro"principalmente,"Carrie",Christine", Cemitério Maldito",Torre Negra,com suas sequências"grandes clássicos entre outros,a ganância absurda de "1922",o grande elenco infanto juvenil e adolescente reunido em "O corpo"que usa apenas da grande amizade em uma caminhada onde muitas revelações acontecem,e o que dizer do fantástico "Saco de Ossos"bem são muitos outros,mas não posso deixar de citar"A espera de um milagre",que briga unha a unha com "Coração Valente"para ser o maior sucesso da história do cinema, não por bilheteria,mas pra unanimidade, livro é ainda mais perfeito com todos os detalhes que a telinha não pode captar, não existe alguém tão magistral no que se dedicou a fazer, são tantas obras e também tão poucas para quem gosta de ler,palmas para o senhor King.

Jonas r Cezar

@afinidade082323

[tinylittlethingsblog]

Sempre acho que um livro é meu favorito até eu ler outro.

Stephen Chbosky, As Vantagens de Ser Invisível

[nuwacoffeebreak]

Alguma dica para melhorar o vocabulário?

Leituras diversas. Em livros, artigos. Pesquisando sinônimos e antônimos. Mas o grande lance é fazer anotações e depois começar a aplicar, tanto na fala como na escrita. Faça listas dessas palavras, separe-as em categorias e aos poucos as introduza no cotidiano.

Quando encontrar uma palavra que você deseja usar, aproveite e anote também a expressão na qual ela está inserida. Isso pode te ajudar no caso de você não ter muita noção de como usá-la. Busque se familiarizar primeiro, não tente forçá-la em sua linguagem se não fizer sentido.

Aproveitando esse assunto, quero dizer que essa preocupação com o vocabulário precisa ser moderada. E falo isso porque tem muita gente que se preocupa em deixar o texto enriquecido com palavras diferentes, mas não tem a mínima noção do que elas significam (sequer pesquisam para entendê-las). Correm o risco de deixar o texto confuso e firulento. Isso sem mencionar o uso indevido. Acho que já li tantos "fatídicos" em dias normais que, honestamente, eu prefiro que a pessoa escreva bem com uma linguagem básica a ler algo todo enfeitado.

Parafraseando o Stephen King no livro Sobre a Escrita, uma das piores coisas que você pode fazer é procurar por palavras longas e diferentes por causa da vergonha de usar as curtas de sempre.

Nas palavras dele:

"Faça agora mesmo uma promessa solene de nunca usar 'gratificação' quando quiser dizer 'gorjeta' e jamais usar 'John parou tempo suficiente para realizar um ato de excreção' quando quiser dizer 'John parou tempo suficiente para cagar'. Se você acha que 'cagar' seria ofensivo ou inadequado para seu público, fique à vontade para dizer 'John parou tempo suficiente para se aliviar' [...]. Não estou tentando fazer com que você use palavrões, mas que seja objetivo e direto. Lembre que a regra básica do vocabulário é: use a primeira palavra que lhe vier à cabeça, se for adequada e interessante. Se hesitar e ponderar, você vai encontrar outra palavra — claro que vai, sempre existe outra palavra —, mas é bem provável que ela não seja tão boa quanto a primeira, ou tão próxima do que você realmente quer dizer."

E pra completar:

"A palavra é apenas uma representação do sentido. Mesmo nos seus melhores momentos, a escrita quase sempre fica aquém do sentido como um todo. Dito isso, por quê, em nome de Deus, tornar as coisas ainda piores escolhendo uma palavra que seja parente distante daquela que você quer usar?"

É KKKKK o King é bem incisivo nesse assunto de ser objetivo e direto. Acredito que aprendemos muito com esse conselho dele.

O vocabulário vai vir naturalmente; basta enriquecer sua rotina com leituras e daqui a pouco você começa a pensar numa linguagem nova. Claro, isso tem que ser consciente, para que isso se torne parte de você. Esses dias eu aprendi o significado de "paupérrimo" que é pobríssimo. Eu sei lá quando vou usar uma palavra dessa! Não sei nem se eu vou preferir ela no lugar de "pobre pra caralho" KKKKKKK mas quem sabe, não é? Um dia talvez eu lembre dela no momento em que estou escrevendo e, se ela fizer sentido, posso usá-la com tranquilidade.

Acho que é isso. 🍵

[annaskellington]

A Recounting of Phantom of the Opera: Middle East/European Tour

Hello everyone!

I had the opportunity to see Phantom of the Opera: Middle East Tour/European Tour 3 different times during its run in Lisbon and I’m here to do a review/recounting of everything I saw on the show that was different from normal and worth noting. This is a mixture of what I saw on stage and my opinions on it. You are valid to have your own opinions and if the show is coming to a city near you, I definitely recommend to check it out!

Keep in mind, this is a non-replica. Stephen Barlow is the director and Andrew Riley did the costumes and set design. I have only seen one other production of Phantom and it was the Italy run they did with Ramin Karimloo, also a non-replica, therefore I use it quite a bit in my comparisons (as well as the original) simply because it’s the only one I’ve seen live other than this one.

Extra details: The chandelier is in the audience instead of on stage. There are screens on the sides of the stage with the subtitles. On the first night, it only had the subtitles, but on the following nights, it also had a house-cam being livestream into those screens. There are two Portuguese members on the cast: Francisca Mendo – a ballerina and Lara Martins – Prima Donna. I mention them quite a lot since they were the main attraction of the performances.

The Phantom - Nadim Naaman

Christine - Georgia Wilkinson

Raoul - Dougie Carter

Prima Donna - Lara Martins

Auction House

There is only old man Raoul, the auctioneer and an ensemble member on stage - the one holding the items. The auctioneer is pointing at the audience when the items are being bided which makes it slightly awkward when you look at where he’s pointing and it is just random audience members. Seeing old man Raoul by himself is also weird for some reason. Overall, the lack of people is really odd during this scene.  

Overtude

“A little illumination! Gentlemen!” and then the chandelier just lights its light bulbs and just stays like that for a long while. Nothing is happening. Then finally the curtains open and you see the Hannibal cast getting ready and into positions and then finally, Lara Martins starts singing.

Hannibal

On opening night there was a flub: Christine isn’t on the stage at all for most of Hannibal. When the managers start saying their lines of “Meg Giry, Madame Giry’s daughter, promising young dancer”, Meg starts dancing closer to Madame Giry and she hits the staff on the ground and asks “Christine Daae, where is she?” and Meg replies “I don’t know mama!” which leads to the “Daae? Curious name…”, but Christine only enters the stage much after.

However, on the following nights, it proceeded as normal with “Christine Daae, concentrate girl” to which Meg says “Christine, what’s the matter” and leads to “Daae? Curious name…”.

Think of Me (Carlotta)

When Carlotta is talking to the maestro, Madame Giry goes to talk with someone down from the orchestra which I found really fun. Then the thing that interrupts Carlotta is actually a bucket that falls on the left side. Carlotta throws herself on the ground and just lays face flat on the ground which made me laugh so much, everyone is fanning her and worrying about her. Then, when the ex-owner is leaving and usually would say “If you need me, I shall be in Frankfurt” instead he says “If you need me, I shall be in Alentejo” which got a huge laugh from everyone. Alentejo is an area of Portugal, very beautiful but not touristic at all, probably one of the two Portuguese cast members might be from that area. On opening night, the subtitles had the original line but on the following nights, it had been changed to the Alentejo version. Another big change is Madame Giry is acting much more caring of Phantom and his plans. That woman was giving a performance of a lifetime. When the managers are saying “A full house and we have to cancel”, Madame Giry says “Ler her sing for you” but no one listens to her and everyone is starting to leave as well as the managers, but she hits her staff on the ground and says “Monsieur!” and after a few moments of silence “She has been well taught”.

Think of Me

When Christine starts singing, she’s super shy and everyone starts leaving. All of the cast members start exiting the stage whilst complaining and being angry. When she gains courage, they all start coming back like holy shit, she can sing. They close the curtains behind her as she gets to the Raoul part and when Raoul says his lines, there’s a faint applause being heard and she starts bowing which caused the audience to applaud as well muffling Raoul’s part. This happened only on opening night, other nights the audience was quiet as you heard the fake clapping from the stage. But Raoul says his part like usual, the box he’s in is on ground level so you just see his little head peak out.

Angel of Music

“Rehearsals, always rehearsals” – I love that line from Meg Giry, on one of the nights Madame Giry rolled her eyes at Meg. Fast forward to when the phantom tells Christine to look at the mirror. It looked so spooky. Nadim had his hands on the glass and was really creepily moving his hands and face around. When Christine sings the part where she turns her back to the phantom and turns to the audience, Nadim flinched as well. He opens the mirror like a door and she steps inside.

Title song

It starts spinning and shows the other side of the circle is some stairs going down. When it starts, the phantom is at the bottom of the stairs and she’s at the top. He never really allures her or drags her, he just slowly convinces her to go down the stairs. At one point he’s in the bottom with a blue light and she’s at the top with a yellowish light to show their contrast. When it gets to the ensemble singing “He’s there, the Phantom of the Opera”, the stage rotates once more and turns fully blue. They enter the boat and the turn the smoke machines all the way up. Christine does her high notes sitting on the boat, which is definitely a choice, and goes to show it is prerecorded cause there is no way she would’ve been able to do the high notes sitting down. The Phantom also doesn’t really react to the high notes, he’s focused on rowing the damn boat. So, it comes across as the high notes are simply part of the song and not that he was able to almost wrench the high notes from her voice. He says half heartily “sing, my angel of music” because, again, he's not paying that much attention to her.

Music of the Night

Christine spends the beginning still sitting in the boat. At one point, the phantom grabs his music sheet book and hands it to her and convinces her to open it. She does and is like damn, this is actually kinda good. So, he grabs his cloak and lays it on the ground where she goes and sits whilst reading the book. At the end of the song, they just stare at each other and she leans in for a kiss, but he backs away and sings the last note of the song.

STYDI

He didn’t get that angry, at the beginning he does “throw” her to the other side of the lair where she hands up holding the wall for emotional support. He didn’t crawl around since there’s barely any space, he sings those lines just standing up and covering his face. At the end, he sits back at the piano bench and she hands him the mask and he quietly take it.

Bouquet Magical Lasso

The ballerinas are walking from stage left to stage right where the box 5 sits and they’re being really sneaky and scared going towards it. The first girl gets closer when, FNAF style, Bouquet jumps out and snatches her arm and holds it whilst singing the first few lines. He then steps out, after which Madame Giry arrives and as she says her lines she puts her cane in between them and they start wrestling it for some reason. I too would like to get my ass kicked by Madame Giry but it was weirdly violent for her character. You never see the Phantom and Christine returning.

Notes I/Prima Donna

As the song starts, one of the ensemble members comes on stage and starts sweeping the floor, I love it. When the managers are reading the notes, there are two ensemble members on stage, one of them is trying to take a peek at the newspaper and one of the managers gives it to him so he reads it with other cast member. Not sure why, but cute addition. Whilst the Phantom reads the note, the light inside Box 5 lights up and Madame Giry is always looking at it. When the note reads “leave Box 5 empty” the lights flicker causing Raoul to get closer to inspect. After they read the note, the managers start singing Prima Donna. When Carlotta says “Precious little ingenue”, Raoul goes in her direction to I don’t know, defend Christine or smack Carlotta. Raoul gets close to Box 5 and starts inspecting it whilst Madame Giry is trying to protect Raoul (and the Phantom I guess) and pay attention to the managers at the same time. Raoul eventually looks back and starts singing his lines alongside Madame Giry and Meg Giry, they are forming a little circle on the left. Eventually the rotating stage starts spinning and Carlotta starts walking on it whilst cast members are walking around. They then place some spiral stairs on stage that Carlotta climbs. Then randomly, as we near the end of the song, a pink background drops and petals start falling from the sky. It’s cute, but random, especially cause the ballerinas show up and start dancing but Prima Donna isn’t a diegetic song, the other characters aren’t meant to be hearing it, but maybe in this production Prima Donna is an actual song that they perform? I have no idea and if I think too hard, I’ll get a headache. I just know that when the Phantom says his last threat “So it is to be war between us” – both Madame Giry and Raoul look super spooked out and worries as they run off stage leaving Carlotta alone on stage. The curtains fall behind her and on opening night Lara got a standing ovation.

Poor fool

Carlotta doesn’t “pretend kiss” her husband. She’s doing her “Adieu” note when the husband shuts her up by banging his walking stick on the ground. Instead of kissing, they just snarl at each other. Later on, during “a toad, madame?”, one of the cast members brings the throat perfume/spray for Carlotta, like in the Italy Tour production which serves as an explanation to her sudden toad voice. “She’s singing to bring down the chandelier!” but the chandelier just flashes its lights, doesn’t shake around at all. When the managers are bringing the ballet, one of the cast members is getting a chair to take offstage but ends up in the middle of the ballerinas, so he does ballet with them and the chair is still in his arms, it was actually peak comedy. Also, Bouquet is the actual actor and he’s hanging there and you can see all the wires holding him up, you never see Phantom attacking him so when one of the managers turns to Madame Giry after she gives him the “I told you” eyes, whilst everyone is running and screaming, and says “It’s an accident, simply an accident!”, it actually could be.

All I Ask of You

Christine goes to the stairs and starts using them to go up which is super odd. I guess they’re meant to be a different staircase in the Opera but it’s definitely weird seeing her using the stairs that we just saw the Phantom using to go from the mirror to the lair and now she’s using to go from the theatre to the halfway point which is the rooftop. Which means if she went even higher on the stairs, she would end up…higher than the roof? They sing the first part of the prelude on the stairs. When Raoul says her name the first two times, Christine starts going down the stairs while holding Raoul’s hand, but then the Phantom says her name the third time and she gets really scared and runs through the door that is in the middle of the stairs. She’s gone and the stage starts spinning slowly and you see Raoul take out the box with the ring from his pocket and look at it, then you see him run through the door as well to join Christine. They sing their song on the very tight space that is the top of the dome and instead of kissing, during the instrumental part, Raoul goes on one knee and takes out the ring to propose. She’s super happy and jumping around whilst smiling and then they sing the final bit of the song and finally, at the end, they kiss.

All I Ask of You Reprise

The Phantom shows up and he’s on the lower half of the dome, sort of hard to explain but basically on the ledge of the dome. He sings the song and when Christine and Raoul are singing, Nadim says “No... Please Stop...” in a very painful way, I liked it. He was begging them to stop hurting him. Then he runs away and the curtain falls and the cast members are doing their bows when the chandelier starts flickering its lights and falls in a vertical line. I might be remembering this wrong, but it wasn’t that it was super fast, it was more the fact that it wasn’t slowing down that made me think like wow. But it falls and I would say that ends up maybe 3 meters of the ground, not low enough for people to stand up and touch it, but much lower than I was expecting.

Masquerade + Notes II

It’s set in this hall of mirrors which is quite cute. When Christine and Raoul are singing their part of “secret engagement”, there is a dancer in the middle doing a solo performance and everyone is looking. When she finishes dancing, they all start clapping and scare Christine. Immediately after, it is revealed that there were two ballerinas painted in gold hiding in plain sight holding the candles and they basically jump out of the wall spooking everyone and start dancing. The Red Death costume looks a lot more like the 2004 movie, he shows up on the mirror of the back wall and the wall moves towards the front of the stage before he starts singing. He just goes back through the mirror whilst there is smoke, no special effects really. They remain in the hall of mirror until the end of Twisted Every Way. Funny enough, when Christine sings “Stop it, I’ll drive myself mad!”, Raoul is the only one that gets her a chair and stays, the rest of them just leave. Also, before that, during Notes II, Madame Giry enters the scene with her back turned on the group and looking off stage really disquieted, we can assume the Phantom has just given her the note and when the Phantom is talking about Christine in the note “No doubt she’ll do her best…”, she tries to go to Raoul who has his back turned on her but all of the cast on stage block her path and form a circle around her, really menacing.

Don Juan rehearsal

On opening night there was a bit of a failure on the production team as you could hear in the background them moving the set around. Usually you hear it only faintly, but in this scene, they were switching the hall of mirrors for the stairs with the rooftop and you could hear the sets being moved around. One of the cast members even looks off stage when it gets very loud. On other nights it is not as noticeable. For some reason, when Madame Giry enters the stage alongside the chorus, she brings this stick with a lamp (sidenote: on the second viewing, it was someone else that brough the stick with the lamp, unsure of what happened there). It adds to the ambience. When she says “Can you be certain of that?”, the light starts flickering and they all look scared at it. Also, it takes a lot longer for the piano to start playing by itself. After Piangi fails “those who tangle with Don Juan” for the last time, it takes half a minute for the piano to start playing. During this period, you hear Piangi say “I’m doing my best, but I don’t understand” to which Carlotta replies “Don’t listen to them, Carlo”, right after you hear Madame Giry say “You sang it quite beautifully mademoiselle, I’m sure it will do more than justice to the role” and Piangi says “it is no beauty! No music!” and finally the candles on the piano burst creating smoke and the chorus all raise their music sheets absolutely shaking in their boots and sing the lines correctly. It ended up being more funny than spooky, but the Madame Giry light flickering did add an extra flair.

Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again

Yet again, on her way to the rooftop, Christine uses the same stairs of the title track. She uses the door in the middle to access the rooftop but instead of being at the top of the dome where she and Raoul sang All I Ask of You, she is on the ledge where the Phantom sang the reprise. It’s definitely weird that she sings this song on the rooftop and not on the cemetery, doesn’t look like she’s singing about her father at all. But there is some fake snow falling so I’ll take my wins where I can. Trigger warning: suicide. However, when she gets to the ledge, she goes to the very edge and starts looking down almost like she wanted to throw herself off it? In the Italy Tour, they also had Christine doing this but right before All I Ask of You. What is their obsession with having Christine wanting to end her life? It’s a tad weird. Georgia sang it beautifully though.

Wandering Child

The Phantom shows up on the top of the dome, so their positions are switched from what they were in All I Ask of You. Raoul shows up as well on the opposite side of Christine on the ledge. Nadim only says “Come to me, angel of music” once and then it’s just like a full minute of Raoul being like “Leave her! Can’t you see she’ll never be yours!” and Christine looking at the phantom in silence. A tad awkward. Then Christine starts backing away into the ledge and when she’s about to fall, Raoul runs towards her and even the Phantom starts sliding down the dome to get to her. That was cool, ngl. Then when the Phantom is taunting Raoul, Dougie actually starts climbing the dome? Which makes sense why the Phantom then replies “That’s right, that’s right, keep walking this way”, I just found it odd that he was actually going to the phantom. For a moment I thought we would get a fight like in the restaged version, but we don’t. Christine jumps up and grabs Raoul’s pants to pull him down making him almost fall and they run away together whilst the Phantom screams “don’t go, don’t go!”.

Point of No Return

There is a table, everyone. The Phantom starts singing behind the curtain still and Christine figures out it’s him immediately. Which I think makes sense, she’s been hearing his voice for ages. In the Italy Tour production, Ramin was imitating Piangi’s accent and voice so it’s understandable if she didn’t figure it out, but the OG production always had that small issue. However, with her figuring it out super early, she immediately backs away and is super scared of him. They go around the table, Christine always making sure she is far away from him. At one point she turns to Raoul and the managers, but I guess they don’t see her or don’t figure out why she’s scared because they’re just there enjoying the show. They look like that Pikachu :0 image when she removed his hood. The problem with her figuring it out means that the song is no longer sexy nor alluring. The phantom is just singing and she’s scared. After she sings her part of “I’ve decided”, she gets on top of the table and starts crawling all sexy towards him. When she gets to him, she starts rubbing her hands all over his chest and homeboy is stressed. She calmly removed his hood and two police with guns immediately get on stage. On Box 5, Madame Giry and her daughter peak out and are looking really scared for Phantom, they enter Box 5 expecting him to be there and are confused for a moment when they don’t see him which then leads them to look super stressed out at the Phantom (my personal headcannon is that Madame Giry went there to warn the Phantom to run away before the guards could shoot him whence why she looked so scared when it was too late and he was already on stage, she’s also holding Meg to her chest super tightly). Phantom then sings his part and when he reaches the “Anywhere you go”, he removes his own mask very calmly. The only person that reacts to his face is Raoul who is taken aback by it, Christine doesn’t flinch nor move. They don’t have him putting a ring on Christine, but he does go down on one knee. Side note: on the last night I saw it, which is the night I’m unsure if it was Georgia Wilkinson or Bridget Costello singing the role, Christine was fully nodding her head at the Phantom as he sang the All I Ask of You lines, she was fully ready to be with the Phantom and stay with him, she was nodding and smiling which made the Phantom smile as well, I don’t remember at all Christine doing this on the other nights (the nights where I’m certain it was Georgia playing the role). The curtains, however, open to reveal a very dead Piangi with a sword sticking off his chest and everyone starts screaming, Erik looked absolutely devastated at the interruption. The Phantom snatches Christine’s hand and starts running away from everyone just as Raoul jumps from his box to the stage and starts running towards them. They are able to flee, so Raoul picks up the mask and rushes towards Madame Giry who is now one of the few people on stage looking very sad at dead Piangi. Carlotta at the same time comes screaming onto the stage saying to the managers “How could you let this happen” and rushes towards Piangi to cradle his body.

Final lair

Down once more they go down the stairs. As the Phantom finishes his “Why?”, the door in the middle of the stairs (that they used to get to the rooftop) opens and Raoul and Madame Giry step out. At this point I have no ideia how this is possible, I’m going to assume that the Phantom ran with Christine to the mirror and somehow Madame Giry knew about something on the lower floor that had access to the door at the stairs. Much like the Italian production, Christine is wearing the PONR dress during the final lair, unlike in Italy, she doesn’t even grab any sort of wedding dress, it is never explicitly said that the Phantom wants her to marry him (remember, he never gave her a ring during PONR). Christine sings her lines sitting on the boat, much like the first lair she refuses to exit the boat and this is not a Phantom that will drag her or be violent so he just lets her make a fuss inside the boat. During the line “Joys of the flesh” Christine shakes her head and turns her back to the Phantom disgusted.

Raoul randomly shows up on these stairs that we have never seen before that are behind the lair set, I was only able to see these stairs on the opening night when I sat on the left side of the audience, on the other nights those stairs were completely obstructed. Raoul is singing his “Free her!” lines whilst on the stairs still, which is odd like nothing is stopping you from getting down and seeing her. At this point as well, Nadim got absolutely mad man and he was laughing nonstop, at one point he randomly pulls out a knife from his pants. It did not look like a knife at all, I thought it looked like a light bulb and my brother thought it looked like a wand, so do with this information whatever you will. Eventually the Phantom says “Be my guest sir” and Raoul finally descends the stairs and goes to the set. I half expected him to pretend to be swimming before he stepped into the set, since he has to walk on the “water” for a bit, but he doesn’t. He has to pass in front of the Phantom before getting to the boat and he’s so scared and nervous. He hugs Christine and she starts getting the paddles to get the fuck out, but oh no, the Phantom knows his way around a rope, so Raoul gets choked by the rope that the Phantom used to dock his boat. Finally, Christine exists the boat and goes to Raoul and I guess realized that the Phantom has impeccable rope tying skills because she just stares at Raoul completely dumbfounded instead of undoing the rope. Finally, Nadim gets violent. He snatches Christine and pushes her away towards the right side of the stage (Raoul is on the left) so he positions himself in the middle. Fun detail, when the Phantom sings “This is the point of no retuuuurn”, he puts one foot on top of the piano stool and ends up looking like a model taking a very awkward picture. She screams “tears of HATE” on his face so he ends up sitting on the stool and at this point, Nadim is shaking so much. The Phantom is just in absolute shambles.

When Christine sings “You deceived me”, she sits on the stool and picks up the music book, sort of offering it up to him. When he finishes saying “You try my patience”, he snatches one of the music sheets from the book and cripples it in his hand, something he immediately regrets and tries to straighten the music sheet again (fun side note: on the second viewing, Nadim ripped the page out but it fell on the ground so he couldn’t catch it, it ends up looking more violent than it did the other times since it just looks like the Phantom is super pissed). As Christine sings “Pitiful creature of darkness”, the Phantom is trying to fix the sheet and straighten it out again. She puts her hand on his shoulder quite soon and he’s looking at her as she finishes the “You are not alone” part. Christine then gives him a very brief kiss and, after pulling away, starts putting her hand on his scars and trying to look into his eyes – their foreheads almost touching. The Phantom straightens himself before going for a huge hug. She hesitates for a bit, but then hugs him back until the end of the instrumental part. The Phantom uses the discarded knife that was on the stool to cut Raoul’s ropes and, whist screaming for them to go, pushes the boat away. Not before Raoul, who I’m guessing had the mask in his pocket (men’s pockets am I right?) tries to return the mask to which the phantom pushes it away. He then falls on the ground whilst screaming and sees the monkey music box so he crawls towards it and sits crossed-legged on the ground cradling the music box whilst winding it up, he looked so much like a little traumatized kid, like hugging the monkey was a coping mechanism.

The joke, however, was on me because I ended up the one being traumatized since there was no ring return at all. He’s crying and hugging the box and I’m looking around wondering if I’ll see Christine mimicking swimming on her way to the Phantom or showing up on the stairs to drop the ring from above, but no. In fact, there was no ring to be returned since he never gave it to her during PONR. The Phantom just cries for longer whilst the instrumental of the ring return plays out and randomly says the “Christine, I love you” which came absolutely out of nowhere, nothing triggered him to say that. They start singing All I Ask of You and it causes the Phantom to stand up and place the monkey on the stool. When he first heard Christine, he smiled, I think he thought she was coming back for him, but then he heard Raoul and looked really sad. He sings his final line and, where in the instrumental he would usually hide, the Phantom just picks up the music book and looks to the audience while the set slowly slides away from the audience into darkness. We see old man Raoul on the left holding the Phantom mask, we see Christine in the Masquerade outfit on the right holding a ballet pose and, for last, we see the monkey music box on top of the stool. And that’s it.

Opinions

It’s a totally different production and obviously, comparing it to the original will lead to overall disappointment. This Phantom isn’t so much intoxicating and alluring as usual, instead he has a rather more human approach to the matter. It seems like he truly just wants someone to sing his music, he’s in love with Christine, yes, but it isn’t that he’s infatuated – he’s simply in love with the idea that someone so beautiful and talented would care about his art. That’s all very well, but, unfortunately, it’s where the book and lyrics really come to ruin the experience. Some lines that he sings are really out of context in this Phantom – “touch me, trust me” and “joys of the flesh” are some of the examples where they don’t really work anymore. Christine also ends up losing some of her agency when it’s not her removing the mask from him during Point of No Return, but in my opinion, I like that he removes his own mask since this Christine is not really dragged around the way other Christines are. Raoul also played a much more naïve part in this story. It’s not a matter of being mean to Christine or gaslighting her, this Raoul just truly is blind. More often than not when it comes to the Phantom, he’s trying his best to protect Christine but ends up ignoring her in the process, which leaves Christine alone in the matter, needing to fend for herself – which in my opinion is why they had Christine doing what she did before Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again.

In regards to the actors, Nadim is really good but in the Final Lair, he switched too much. He started straight up laughing in Raoul’s face and waving a knife around when, at no point, was he shown to be that sort of angry Phantom. Nadim also has a very sweet voice, he played Raoul for many years and, it’s not that his voice isn’t fit for the Phantom, it’s just hard to explain. His Phantom feels, at times, imitations of other Phantoms without being able to shine on his own. He had really amazing moments, the standout for me being Wondering Child where he truly let his voice shine through and my god, I felt it in my bones. He was screaming out his care for Christine and explaining to her how much she hurt him and meant to him, it was truly amazing. I was able to wait for him at the stage door on my last time seeing it and he was super kind, he thanked us for waiting and apologized for having taken so long (he took about 20 minutes, we waited almost an hour for Ramin in Milan), so I really want to recommend everyone to check his Phantom out and form opinions by yourselves because I think he truly has the potential.

[itacoisa]

23 de julho de 2024. Terça-feira.

Oi, oi, oi. Então, vamos escolher o melhor suspense do ano?

Para quem não sabe, todo ano faço esse projeto de tentar decidir qual o melhor livro de suspense/terror/policial que li naquele período. Como agora tenho esse cantinho na internet para escrever baboseira, decidi compartilhar com vocês esse... processo, rs.

Caso você queira dar uma olhada nos antigos ganhadores e na edição do ano passado é só procurar pela tag #embuscadosuspensedoano2023 (ou clicar aqui).

Muito que bem.

Esse ano não pretendo gastar dinheiro comprando nenhum livro, então espero que tenha algum livro digno de receber o título de Suspense de 2024 aqui em casa. Os candidatos são:

Killer Clown de Terry Sullivan e Peter Maiken

Casos de Família de Ilana Casoy

Columbine de Dave Cullen

A Camareira de Nita Prose

Ex/Mulher de Tess Stimson

Ninfeias Negras de Michel Bussi

Joyland de Stephen King

Billy Summers de Stephen King

Portal do Destino de Agatha Christie

Por ora, a intenção não é ler todos esses 9 livros, a prioridade (e os favoritos ao prêmio) são A Camareira, Ex/Mulher, Ninfeias Negras e os do Stephen King. Por isso, a primeira leitura será de A Camareira.

E é isso. Venho com novidades depois de umas 100 páginas lidas.

[cantwritethetword]

How Do You Fight in That?

Fic Descript: Tony goes to watch Dr Strange train, wondering how on earth the superhero trains in such tight-fitting clothes. After a little investigation, Tony discovers something else that makes it near impossible for Stephen to fight.

~ A/N - Hey!

I remembered got a generic "Lee Tony Stark, Ler Dr Strange" prompt aaaaages ago but I cannot find it for the life of me lmao.

So here is a little fic for your reading pleasure for those guys. I thought the concept was super cute, and I hope you do too ^^.

Enoy! ~

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It was an almost hypnotic experience, watching the sorcerers train Kamar-Taj. Tony was certainly glad he took up Stephen's offer to come and sit in on one of his sessions. They seemed to almost glide over the stones with their movements, arms spinning in slow and fluid motions - mimicking the way Stephen would activate his magic and manipulate it during a fight.

One thing that did stand out, however, was their outfits. How anyone manages to fight in material that thick and that tight was beyond Tony, it just looked far too uncomfortable.

And sure, he was one to talk with his suit of pure metal, but at least he had breathing room inside it!

As the training session came to an end, Tony headed down the steps towards Stephen, wondering if the sorcerer would have an answer for his slightly bizarre (but very Tony) question.

The last few students trickled out of the courtyard, and the pair were alone. The perfect opportunity for Tony to get a closer look at Stephen's robes without catching strange glances at his antics.

"So," Stephen began after catching sight of his friend. "What did you think?"

Tony stepped closer, trying to let his eyes weave under Strange's cape. "Very impressive, very impressive. I can see why you guys get the 'supreme' title - and it's not to be like the pizza."

Stephen rolled his eyes. "Anything you want to ask about? The skills, the students, the practice?"

"Well..." Tony pinched Stephen's cape between his fingers and moved it to one side. "I was wondering how on Earth you practice with such tight fitting clothing."

Stephen started to respond, but Tony was sufficiently distracted by what was revealed under Strange's cape. The lowest undergarment Stephen wore on his body was a tight vest, with low-cut holes around his arms. Assumedly for maximum movement. Huh, that answered his question.

Tony tuned back in, catching the very end of Stephen's explanation and nodding as if he had processed every word. "And what about this."

Tony poked into Stephen's exposed top rib, meaning to simply gesture to what element of the sorcerer's clothing he was referring to.

Instead of a well-thought-out explanation of the significance of the hole circumference (or whatever reasoning Tony was expecting Stephen to give), a half-choked yelp burst from Stephen's mouth as he jumped away from Tony's outstretched fingers.

"Huh." Tony commented, trying not to let a grin sneak across his face.

"Anyway!" Stephen said a little too quickly. "Anything else you wanted to do while we're here?"

A plan ticked over in Tony's mind, the perfect way he could investigate exactly what that little noise that Stephen made was.

"Actually, there is." Tony began, moving further into the centre of the courtyard. "It's been a while since I've practiced any kind of combat, care to indulge me?"

Stephen nodded, opening his arms to allow his cape to dismount and prepare for the mock battle.

At that moment, Tony (the little cheat) lunged forwards and tackled Stephen to the ground before he even had the chance to move. With a surprising amount of strength, the billionaire pinned Stephen's arms above his head with one hand, and let the other begin clawing against his exposed sides.

"STAHARK!" Stephen shrieked, his back arching off the floor as chuckles rumbled out of his chest. "YOHOHOU CHEHEAT!"

Tony smirked. "Yeah, kinda hard to play fair going up against a wizard when I don't have backup."

Stephen growled, though the sound lost most of it's sting as it mixed with the laughter still pouring out of the man's mouth.

"Plus," Tony added, "you're practically asking for it, wearing a vest that tight that exposes your weakest points."

Stephen cackled as Tony brought his fingers up to the sorcerer's armpits. "IHIHIT'S NOHOT- AGH TOHOHONY!"

"It's not your weakest point?" Tony gasped, pausing for a brief second before jabbing his fingers into Stephen's hips.

"THAHAT'S NOHOT WHAT I MEHEANT!"

Tony grinned. "Too late, Giggler Supreme, that's what I heard!"

"SHUHUHUT UHUHUP!" Stephen turned his burning face into his arm, trying to conceal his embarrassment.

Oh, Stephen was never going to live this down. Tony would make sure of it.

[cronicas-da-meia-noite]

Análise do Livro It, A Coisa

Com 2 filmes lançados em 1990 e outros 2 filmes lançados em 2017 e 2019, mas originalmente sendo um livro de 1100 páginas lançado em 1986, A Coisa é uma das histórias mais famosas de Stephen King.

Achei que levaria meses para ler esse tijolo de 2 quilos, mas a história foi tão envolvente que consegui lê-lo em uma semana praticamente.

Se você não conhece a história, ela trata dos Otários, um grupo de 7 crianças que sofrem muitos problemas por causa de racismo, bullying e adultos perversos, mas, além disso tudo, uma série de assassinatos infantis começa a acontecer em Derry, uma cidadezinha esquecida por Deus onde essas crianças vivem, e elas começam a investigar o que está acontecendo. Elas descobrem que existe um monstro na cidade se alimentando das crianças, e juram acabar com essa coisa. 27 anos mais tarde eles descobrem que a coisa voltou, e precisam enfrentá-la mais uma vez.

Nessas 1100 páginas os personagens são muito bem desenvolvidos, amamos cada uma das crianças, sofremos com suas dores, e sentimos um ódio profundo por cada um dos vilões.

Mas o livro também aborda outros temas, como a infância, esquecer o passado, se tornar um adulto, a descoberta da vida sexual, racismo, bullying, preconceito religioso, e outras coisas que essas crianças enfrentam, coisas que achei bem pior do que um monstro devorador de crianças.

Eu recomendo muito o livro, achei que levaria meses para ler, mas a história foi tão envolvente que não conseguia fazer mais nada no meu tempo tempo livre além de lê-lo. O único problema é o peso desse livro, um pouco desconfortável para ler, talvez seja melhor você comprar uma versão digital.

Nota 10.

Talvez vocês tenham a mesma dúvida que eu tive, o livro é muito diferente dos filmes? Por isso, vou fazer outro post, repleto de spoilers, comparando as duas versões.

[danplansfwtickle-blog0]

a random sketch

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Scott Pilgrim Headcannons

Someone had to make some of these, and it was a sacrifice that I was willing to make 😌

This doesn’t cover all of the characters, but these are the only ones I felt confident actually creating headcannons for

Scott Pilgrim:

. Scrappy ticklish. He’s all long legs and bony arms and flailing that eventually lands someone with a black eye. 

. Doesn’t hate tickling itself, but he hates that everyone can use it against him and DOES, often

. His hips get him real bad, with his sides being a close second. 

. His laugh starts off with a slow giggle, but a couple minutes in he’ll be wheezing and gasping for his life

. Doesn’t get flustered so much as he gets embarrassed, if that makes sense. Like, tickling as a concept doesn’t fluster him, but the fact that it’s a weakness of his does

. Wallace will pretend to warm up his hands against Scott’s sides and Scott gets super giggly about it but never protests because he doesn’t want to admit it’s tickling him

Romana Flowers:

. Surprisingly ticklish for someone as aloof as she is

. Craves the affection of being tickled but will not ask for it no matter what. The fear of humiliation at the confession or worse, rejection, holds her back every time

. Her stomach and knees get her I fucking know it on a basic, intrinsic level

. Her normal laugh is breathy and soft, just this picture perfect example of what a laugh should look like, but it gets really dorky when tickled. Also she snorts. Like, a lot. An embarrassing amount. Scott would tease her about it if he wasn’t so scared of her retribution 

. Despite how much she herself likes to be tickled, I feel like she often ends up in the ler role instead due to her asshole teasy tendencies 

. Immediately found out Scott was ticklish and uses it on him all the time. She doesn’t outright tickle him so much as she’ll tease him about the prospect of potentially tickling him just to watch him shut down as he fumbles for a dignified reply

. She gets her nails done impulsively a lot (she used to bite her nails as a bad habit when she was younger, so this is her way of trying to cut the habit), and as such she usually has long, killer nails that are devastating when applied to tickling

. The most nonchalant ler on the planet, it would be annoying if it wasn’t so flustering

. Just deadpan, no smile, just that classic raised eyebrow

. “I’m not ticklish-” “No?” “No!” “You know, you’re giggling an awful lot for someone who isn’t ticklish”

Stephen Stills:

. “Pffft, ticklish, no, of course not-”

. Definitely a giggles before people even touch him kind of guy

. Tries to play it cool, but he’s so weak to anticipation and it’s so obvious to everyone in the room 

. Worst spot is his stomach/waist/sides, he giggles and curls up and shrieks and bats at the ler’s hands, it’s a whole thing

. The word only flusters him if it’s applied to him, otherwise he’s cool

. Despite this, he’s more of a ler. He tries to fuck around with the other members of the band, but 99% of them do not take his shit and he’ll get wrecked for it three times over

. The definition of the “ler-leaning switch who always gets tickled”. He IS more of a ler, people just assume otherwise (also he’s easy to get)

Kim Pine:

. Isn’t ticklish all the way until she is

. I’ve known some people that have the scary ability to just turn off their ticklishness, and Kim is definitely one of these people

. If she’s not having, it does not work

. That being said

. If she’s in the right mood and you haven’t done anything to piss her off lately, she might indulge you

. Her worst spot is her neck, which Scott discovered back when they were dating. Kim, who is notoriously not a giggler, started giggling when he strayed towards her neck, and Scott was banned from ever pulling that move again

. Does. Not. Like. Being. Tickled. At all. I genuinely cannot see her enjoying the experience

. Doesn’t really tickle people either. She’s not someone who’s very open to physical touch, so the whole concept of tickling simply doesn’t appeal to her

. The only time she’ll tickle people is if they’re being annoying and need to be taken down a notch, and even then, only for a bit to get a point across

. She’ll pinch Stephen’s or Scott’s knees if they get distracted during team meetings, which makes these affairs far more nerve-wracking than they need to be for the other band members

Young Neil:

. Standard ticklish, like, the most average joe reactions to tickling on the planet

. Doesn’t tickle others and doesn’t get tickled because let’s be honest, most people forget he’s even in the room

. Very passive about tickling. He’ll curl up and giggle if tickled, but he does very little to actually get the ler off. He has pretty decent endurance too, and has almost never tapped out before his ler has given up/decided to give him a break

. Knives tickled him a bit when they dated, but he never fought back so she eventually gave up

. Secretly really fucking likes being tickled, like, to an in the community level, but not a goddamn soul knows because no one pays enough attention to him to find out

. Stephen jabbed him in the ribs once teasingly and my man thought about it for months afterwards

Knives Chau: 

. Absolutely adores everything about tickling, on both sides

. I don’t necessarily approve of her and Scott’s relationship, but it did happen canonically, so I’m gonna talk about it here as it’s a pretty central part of both of their character arcs

. Used to tickle Scott all the time when they were dating, which is probably the closest physical contact they had outside of holding hands. Scott would entertain it for a bit, but tbh he’s far too sensitive for his own good and would usually cut it short so she didn’t realize how much of a weakness it was for him

. Scott himself was pretty shy about touching Knives in general, so I don’t think he really tickled her unless it was to get her to stop tickling him

. Not for lack of trying, mind you. As stated earlier, Knives not only tolerates but loves being tickled, and 99% of her attempted provocations went unanswered 

. Tamara and her will get into tickle fights all the time, with Knives ending up the loser more often than not

. Pretty much everywhere is ticklish, but her sides break her instantly

, The very definition of a giggler, she cannot hold a straight face for more than a second while being tickled

Wallace Wells:

. I feel like he’s be undercover ticklish. Like, he’s not technically hiding the fact that he’s ticklish, but almost no one thinks to try it so he’s won most tickle fights that have broken out in his lifetime

. For most of their relationship, Scott only knew he was ticklish in theory because Wallace had vaguely mentioned it when drunk before. 

. Doesn’t giggle unless he’s drunk. Also, on that note, significantly more ticklish when he’s drunk, and more lovey-dovey about it. The only time he’ll actually let Scott tickle him

. Cackles a lot, very wheezy, silent laughter 

. Worst spots are his ribs, thighs, and feet. The ribs one is the main one that gets him into trouble because it’s so accesible. Scott used to cling onto him when he was moping around the house and Wallace would always get super grumbly and immediatelly shove him off because his hands kept accidentally tickling

. Definitely more of a ler. Only a lee with the right people in the right circumstances

. THIS MAN

. Will fuck Scott’s shit up

. Scott is so on edge around him because Wallace has memorized the spots and he’ll just casually grab Scott’s hips. The worst part is, Scott can’t even do anything about it, because he literally can’t get Wallace off, so Wallace will just casually flex his fingers in the spot and Scott is begging and squeaking and falling back against Wallace

. He just does that randomly too, and Scott hates/loves him for it

. He’s for sure the tase you from behind kind of guy, as well as the poke you in the ribs/sides all the fucking time

. Also knows the spots for the other members of the band and most people in his life, he’s is The Ler

. Doesn’t really use them, but he fucking knows, just in case

[sobreiromecanico]

Rita Hayworth and the Shawshank Redemption

Antes de pegar em Rita Hayworth and the Shawshank Redemption, de Stephen King, perguntava-me se seria possível ler o livro sem ouvir a voz de Morgan Freeman a narrar a história. Não posso dizer nada sobre a experiência de leitura de outras pessoas, claro, mas quanto à minha, a conclusão é clara.

Estive a ouvir o Morgan Freeman ao ler cada palavra.

O que, já agora, não foi uma distracção; antes um sinal da excelente adaptação para cinema desta história, realizada por Frank Darabond e estreada em 1994. É um dos meus filmes preferidos, The Shawshank Redemption, e h�� uns anos, ao deparar-me com o livro nas prateleiras de uma Fnac em Lisboa, não resisti a comprá-lo. Mas só na semana passada calhou lê-lo. Diria que na novela de Stephen King damos mais pela longa passagem do tempo na prisão de Shawshank do que do filme - vemos outros directores antes do infame Samuel Norton, o violento comandante dos guardas, Hadley, sai de cena a meio por motivos de saúde, e algumas referências da narração de Red situam a narrativa na história dos Estados Unidos dos anos 50 e 60. O plano de Dufresne tem um aspecto que o torna talvez mais plausível. E há o final, claro, mais ambíguo no livro, mais claro no filme. Mas mentiria se dissesse que não senti falta da retribuição de Andy a Norton, e do destaque emotivo que é dado a Brooks.

É uma história magnífica e muito bem contada, seja em livro ou em filme: Rita Hayworth and the Shawshank Redemption foi também a primeira história de Stephen King que li (bem sei que parece impossível). É muito provável que não seja a última.

[dannystheone]

Hey guys! I just watched the Dikinbaus episode and poor Butters!! He worked so hard in both jobs just to get his rightfully owned money and he did so much research to make sure he did the right thing in the end! I whipped this up really quick just to show Butters some appreciation! 

Also remember when I said Marjorine would be the 40th fiction? Yeah I lied. Happy 40th! 

Take A Day Off, Butters! (Lee Butters/ Ler Kenny) 

WARNINGS: Kids swearing! (They’re nine in this) shouting, kinda angsty

Butters is stressed over the amount of work he has to do now that he’s in charge of two jobs. Kenny helps him to take a load off. 

I hope you like this! :0

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 Stepping into the Stotch’s home always felt like stepping onto a minefield. Kenny McCormick never knew if Linda and Stephen would welcome him coming over to their house, or start yelling at him about their disobedient son. 

 Walking into the house, Kenny closed the door behind him and greeted Linda and Stephen on the couch. Linda was watching TV and Stephen was flipping through a newspaper. Kenny took a deep breath and cleared his throat to speak. 

 “Himph Mr. anmph Mrs. Stomtch. Imph Buttermphs homemph?” Kenny asked. Linda looked over to Kenny while Stephen kept reading his newspaper. 

 “Ah, little Kenny McCormick is here. Honey, did you see that the McCormick child is here?” Stephen said without acknowledging Kenny’s presence with any sort of look. Linda smiled at Kenny with a nod. 

 “Yes Stephen, I did.” She replied. 

 “And he’s asking about our boy, Butters. Why are you here to see Butters, Kenny?” Stephen asked, still not looking at him. His tone was too stiff, like he was being sarcastic. Kenny furrowed his eyebrows as he picked his fingers. 

 “I wanmphted tomph see imph hemph coulmph hangmph outmph-” Kenny explained quickly, while Stephen stood up abruptly and crumbled his newspaper in his hands. 

 “Oh, you wanted to see if he could hang out, huh?! Well while you’re over here Kenny, maybe you can explain to me why Butters only has ONE paycheck to his name while he claims he’s been working two jobs to earn his money?! I don’t see him from 6 in the morning til 1 o’clock at night! For five days a week! Now you tell me what the hell my son is up to out there on the streets!” Stephen shouted at Kenny, while Linda began to sob. 

 Kenny put his hands up and tried to diffuse the situation. He didn’t know it would be this bad when he came over today. 

 “Sirmph, imph wasmph amctually allmph omph my faulmph-” Kenny tried to explain himself once more, while Stephen waved his hands to cut Kenny off. 

 “Oh no, I don’t want to hear it! I don’t want to hear the lie you and my disobedient son came up with to cover your asses! You wanna hang out with Butters so you can divide your dirty money between each other, well you go ahead! Cause it’s the only human interaction Butters is going to get in the foreseeable future, as he is UNBELIEVABLY GROUNDED! YOU HEAR ME BUTTERS?! GROOOUNDED!!” Stephen pointed at the ceiling while he shouted. Kenny stood by and watched as Stephen stormed into the kitchen and Linda followed him, crying softly. 

 Kenny sighed to himself as he slowly walked up the stairs of the Stotch residence and knocked on Butters bedroom door. 

 “Buttermphs? Buttermphs aremph youmph inmph heremph?” Kenny opened the door to Butters room slowly, and felt his heart squeeze at the scene. 

 Despite it being only about five in the evening, Butters was passed out cold. He wore his pink and white striped uniform, his white hat off-kilter as it slid off his head in his sleep. One of his legs was hanging off of his bed while the other was thrown across the bed. His chest moved gently with his breathing, his eyes twitching in his dreams. It looked as if he barely had enough time to come into his room and collapse on his bed before knocking out entirely.  

 Kenny walked over to Butters’ bed and felt bad for what he was about to do. He knew he needed the sleep more than anyone. Kenny put his hands on Butters shoulders and started shaking him gently. 

 “Buttermphs. Buttermphs, wakemph upmph.” Butters jolted in his sleep, Kenny probably scared him. He woke up more and more as he started moving, and yawned from being woken up. 

 “Mmmm- Kenny? Isthat you...” Butters words slurred together as he rubbed his eyes and tried to clear away his sleepiness. 

 “Yeamph, imph meph.” Butters sat up on his bed as he turned on his desk lamplight. When the light turned on, Kenny’s heart dropped to his stomach. 

 Butters looked haggard, his hair disheveled and dark moons under his eyes. His eyes were glassy and his uniform was stained and dirty. Kenny felt horrible, knowing this was partially his fault.  

 “Howmph umph...howmph aremph youmph dumde?” Kenny stood to the side while Butters hopped off his bed and moved slowly to his closet. Kenny was sure Butters’ body was exhausted no matter how he tried to downplay it. 

 “Oh you know, living the dream! I get to go to school and go to work and earn my money! I’m sure I have more money than anyone in our grade!” Butters said with a smile. Despite Butters’ cheerful words, Kenny still felt guilty as Butters’ was clearly overworked at such a young age. 

 “And I get to talk to customers and scoop ice cream and serve hot dogs! It’s the coolest job in the world! I’m living my best life, Kenny! And I get to go to my second job in just an hour!” Butters assured in a positive tone. Butters removed his dirty shirt and threw it in the laundry basket in exchange for a fresh one. 

 “M’yeah bumt... howmph aremph youmph feelingmph?” Kenny insisted. Butters pulled down his new work shirt with the Dikinbaus logo as the design on the front. He removed his hat and pushed his messy hair out of his eyes. 

 “Well...I’ll admit it, Kenny. I’ve been a little tired, lately. The work is great, but it’s a lot sometimes! My arms are sore from scooping and flipping and cleaning for so long. And I haven’t been sleeping the best ‘cause I still have to do schoolwork and my chores at home. I get about four hours of sleep a night. Hah, if I’m lucky. And then you know, my dad grounding me for the rest of my life because I’m never home anymore doesn’t help. Aw jeez.” Kenny felt his heart tug. He should have never entered the restaurant business with Cartman and unload all of this on Butters. 

 “Mmm... imph theremph anythingph I canmph domph tomph helpmph? Maybemph umph...” Kenny thought hard about what he could do to help his friend. He said his arms were sore. Maybe...

 “Omph! Imph canmph givemph youmph amph massagemph! Bemfore yourm nemxt shimft!” Kenny suggested. Butters cheeks turned rosy at the thought. 

 “Oh Ken I uh, I don’t know-” Butters began, but Kenny shut him down. 

 “No no no- Youmph getph omver heremph andmph relamph.” Kenny hopped up on Butters bed and pat the space next to him. Butters fidgeted with his hands as he made his way over to his bed and laid down on his belly. Kenny repositioned himself to sit on Butters side and started rubbing his fingers into Butters’ spine. 

 “Well, this feels really good Kenny! You’re actually pretty good!” Butters said and nestled his head into his arms. Kenny smiled beneath his hood and rubbed circles into where he felt knots in Butters back. Butters had a few sore spots that Kenny unraveled with his circles. 

 “Thanmphs Buttermphs. My Dadph haph a soremph backmph sometimphs andmph thisph reallymph helpmphs himph.” Kenny delved lower on Butters back and started rubbing his fingers in Butters’ lower ribs on his back. 

 Butters spasmed as he let out a few giggles. “Hehehe! Ohoho Kenny careful! That’s ticklish right there.” Butters calmed down when Kenny moved to a different spot. 

 “Omph, sorrymph Buttermphs.” Kenny moved to Butters’ lower back and pressed his thumbs in relieve the tension. Butters let out a sigh as Kenny worked out the sore spots in that area. 

 “Wow, thanks Ken, well, you got magic fingers! I thought I was never going to- pfft- K-Kehehenny! Y-You’re tihihihickling ahahagain!” Butters wriggled on his bed while Kenny’s hands pressed into his sore spots. It seemed his sore spots were extra tender. 

 “Sorrymph Buttermphs! Yourmph knotmphs aremph reallymph badmph heremph. Youmph mightph hamph badph pomsture.” Kenny pressed his thumbs into Butters’ lower back and circled them with a level of experience. This technique was very tickly to Butters, however. 

 “Tehehehee! Kehenny plehease! Ehehehee!” Butters laughed sweetly as he squirmed under Kenny’s touch. Kenny used his index fingers to try and make the touches lighter for Butters, but it didn’t work. Butters was ticklish there no matter what he did. 

 “Omkay omkay, I’ll gomph tomph a dimfferent spomt.” Kenny took advantage of this situation and just started squeezing his fingers up Butters’ side. Butters squealed and twisted underneath Kenny’s hands. 

 “Bahahaha! Kehehehenny nohohohoho!! Tehehehee!” Kenny was quick to climb on Butters’ bed and sit on his lower back to keep him steady. He used both hands to squish up and down Butters sides. 

 “Omph Buttermphs... Youmph hamph soooomph manyph sorme spotmphs! Howmph canmph youmph wormk limke thismph?~” Kenny tried as well as he could to tease underneath his hood, but it all came out in muffles. Butters was tickled pink either way whether he was getting teased or not. 

 “I- hehehehee! I wohohork juhuhuhust fihihihine hehehee!!” Giggles overcame Butters speaking as Kenny worked over his back. One hand spidered in between Butters’ shoulder blades while his other hand squeezed his shoulders and fluffed over his neck. His neck seemed to be especially bad, but it also seemed no matter where Kenny targeted Butters had a reaction to it. 

 “I guemph butmph, I bettermph wormk thesemph soremph spomts oumph bemfore youmph hurtmph yourmself wormking!” Kenny reasoned, and splayed his fingers to press all ten of them up and down Butters back sporadically. Butters seemed to “like” this technique as his laughing grew more erratic. 

 “Nohohoahahaha! Kennehehehee dohohon’t- ehehehehe!” Butters pleaded. Kenny’s fingers kept up with Butters twisting as Kenny grew a devilish grin beneath his hood. 

 “Donm’t domph whamt, Buttermphs?~” Kenny asked, his fingers stilling for a moment. Butters twitched as he felt phantom fingers playing over his skin. 

 “Ehehehee- tihihickle mehe! Yohohou wehehere-” Butters was cut off by his own squealing as Kenny’s hands shoved themselves up the soft hollows of his underarms. Kenny’s fingers wriggled into the spaces as Butters tried to clamp his arms to his sides while twisting underneath Kenny. 

 “Welm, imph youmph sayph somph Buttermphs! I was jumst gonnma gimph youmph amph massagemph, butmph imph youm insismt!” Kenny scribbled his fingers lightly in Butters’ underarms and danced his fingers up over his shoulders and wriggled them in his ears. 

 Butters eyes squeezed shut as the ticklish electricity shocked his nerves in all directions. “AAhahahahaha! Kehehehehen plehehehehease!! I- ehehehehe! Ohoho hahahamburgers! I’hihim tohohoo tihihihicklish!” Butters cried out. Kenny felt his heart tug at Butters reaction. Why was he so cute all the time?! 

 “Awww, you’rme toom timcklish Buttermphs?” Kenny cooed, his fingers scribbling over Butters’ back and sides. Butters nodded his head as sweet sounding laughter poured from his mouth. 

 “Yehehehess I ahahaham! Ehehehehee- Kehehehehen!” Kenny pinched Butters’ back dimples and used his index fingers to dot up and down Butters spine. Butters’ shimmied and squirmed underneath Kenny with a method this unpredictable. 

 “Omkay, I’ll finimsh themph massagemph firmst anmph I’ll lemt youmph gomph.” Kenny resolved, and stuck his hand underneath Butters’ tummy. 

 “Yohohou’re nohohohot mahahassaging thohohough- AAHAHAhahaha!! Keheheahahaha! Kehehehen stohoho-ahahahahap!!” Butters began wriggling frantically as he felt movement worm against his tummy. All his struggling had caused his T-shirt to ride up, granting Kenny access to his bare tummy. 

 “Omph... Theremph’s amph soremph spomt heremph toomph. Howm didph thamt getph therme?” Kenny, still keeping up the facade that he was giving Butters a massage, started rubbing Butters’ belly in little circles to give him a massage. However, Butters resisted and tried to squirm away from Kenny’s touching. 

 “Ihihihihit’s nohohohot! Ihihihihit’s nohohohot! Hehehehehee! Butters giggled as Kenny’s fingers squished in his belly and wriggled in the small space they could. Butters let out a fresh peal of laughter as Kenny managed a finger in his belly button to worm around. 

 “Jeemz Buttermphs you’rme soremph allmph omver. I’ll hamph tomph massagemph yourm wholemph bodymph!” Butters giggled louder at the teasing and shook his head at the idea. 

 “Nohohohoho yohou cahahan’t! *hic* I’hihhiill dihihihihie! *hic*” Butters broke out in small hiccups, his laughing broken up by small ‘hic’ sounds. Kenny smiled behind his hood at the sweet sound, but he was sure that meant Butters was nearing his ending point. Kenny slowed down his tickles as Butters back twitched with his hiccups. 

 “Youm omkay Buttermphs? I didnm’t gomph toomph far, righmt?” Kenny rubbed his hand up and down Butters back to soothe him. Butters nodded while he slowly sat up on his bed, and readjusted his shirt. 

 “Ahehe- *hic* I’m- I’m fine Ken. Boy, you sure are one heck of a tickler! Why you coulda killed me! It was fun though! Thanks for helping me out.” Butters smiled kindly at Kenny. Kenny reached forward and forced Butters into a hug to hide his blushing cheeks. 

 “Mmph- Imph youm emver needph helmp with anmythingph, jumst amsk Buttermphs. I’mph heremph formph youmph.” Kenny said genuinely. Butters slowly returned Kenny’s hug, and buried his face in the crook of Kenny’s neck.

 “Thanks, Kenny. Why, you’re just the bestest friend a guy could have.” The two boys released as Butters scratched the back of his head in thought. 

 “Mmph... guessph youmph hamve tomph gomph tomph wormk nowmph, huh?” Kenny said in a sad tone. Butters quirked his lip in thought before shrugging with a smile. 

 “Nah, I can skip a day! Besides, you’re looking a little sore there, Ken! Looks like you need a massage~” Butters fingers wriggled in front of Kenny’s eyes. Kenny’s eyes widened as he jumped off the bed and raced around the room with Butters hot on his trail, both boys laughing happily. 

 The rest of the day was filled with plenty of playing and well-needed relaxation for Butters.