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carryingthebanner · 3 years

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NEWSIES (almost) CLOSING SHOW THOUGHTS pt.1

I am once again watching my comfort musical and recording my unsolicited thoughts on it.

Act 1

THE APPLAUSE

I’m already getting a lump in my throat and I’m not even 5 seconds in

How do you even cope backstage with all of that support??? I would be a sobbing, snotty nosed mess-

Not me smiling and getting chills at a black screen

Ok maybe I just don’t listen to the Overture enough but it seems faster then usual?

I literally have no clue what Jack is saying

OMG ITS ANDY AS CRUTCHIE AHHHH I HAVE BEEN LOOKING FOR THIS FOR SUCH A LONG TIME

Crutchie really just saw his life flash before his eyes 💀

Jack and Crutchie really do have the best friendship ughh *cries*

They’re so cute I can’t

*Sings* Back to blackkk

Ok wow this harmony >>>

Y’ALL ANDY’S SINGING IS BEAUTIFUL I’M SO UPSET I WONT BE HEARING LETTER FROM THE REFUGE IN THIS

Words cannot express how in love I am with Jack and Crutchie singing Santa Fe (Prologue) together

It’s been 15 minutes and I’m still replaying this specific part someone help

TIS MUSIC TO MY EARS

(Welcome to yet another musical where I just want to stop at a happy moment and not continue the rest of the it because I’m honestly not in the best of moods today and I don’t wanna see my comfort character get beaten within inches of his life)

Finally prying my fingers away from the rewind button :( the show must go on I guess

JACK IS LITERALLY SCREAMING FOR THE NEWSBOYS TO GET UP I CANTT 💀

IS THAT AARON ALBANO?!

This is probably the rowdiest I’ve seen them act

Wait does Jack have Race’s cigar?

KATHERINE MY BELOVED

ROMEO AND JACK IM CACKLING

Small detail: Crutchie grabbing his leg to determine the weather

“I don’t need the limp to sell papes, I got personality” SLIGHTLY SASSY CRUTCHIE SUPREMACY

He definitely has a smile that spreads like butter

OK FOR A QUICK SECOND IT LOOKED LIKE CRUTCHIE WAS READY TO THROW SOME HANDS

ANDY H O W DID YOU JUST MOVE ACROSS THE STAGE THAT FAST THERE IS NO WAY-

This is very chaotic but what else did I expect from a bunch of newsboys

Andy moves by basically bouncing around the stage and my eyes can’t keep up

CHAOTIC

The immense love I have for this choreography <3

I always live for the interaction between Elmer and the Nun

unpleasant AROMA

MY HAND JUST FLEW OVER MY MOUTH THE WAY HE PUSHED CRUTCHIE-

Jack is very protective of Crutchie. He’s practically screaming at Morris right now

Noted: Corey’s Jack does a lot of yelling

I’m pretty sure the choreographer kinda let them do whatever they wanted for Carrying The Banner and it shows. They’re really going all out with the choreo and I LOVE IT.

The audience is a bunch of feral fansies, I can tell (because it takes one to know one and yes this is a call out)

“Howz it going weeeZULL”

*inhales* CRUTCHIE MY BELOVED

LES IS JUST A BABY OMG

Woah ok we got a lot of Jacobs family stans in the audience!!

It’s kinda unsettling how Morris is just suspiciously looking down at Davey from one of the towers

I’ve been in this fandom for close to a year and I still don’t know what “can’t count to 20 with his shoes on” means (can someone explain lol)

THE ACTOR PLAYING LES IS GETTING ALL THE APPLAUSE AND I JUST KNOW THAT LES WOULD’VE LOVED ALL OF THIS ATTENTION

Whenever I see a Newsie on Pulitzer’s desk my mind just goes to “Pulitzer may own the World but he don’t own us!” so yes, stand on his furniture all you want to boys

“HE’S A COMMIE!”

Nunzio’s heart rate: 📈

Pulitzer is one of those people who treats everybody else like they’re dumb and until they finally get it

“They’ll be learning a real life lesson in economics” um no these are literal kids who deserve to have the opportunity to go to a school like your own kids instead of struggling on the street because you want to be an olden day Karen

Pulitzer is really driving the villain aspect home here

Carrying The Banner is such a bop that they play it even after the song has ended. Thank you creative team.

You can tell that it’s physically painful for Jack to watch Davey sell papes

“KELLLYYYY” Surprisingly, Snyder sounds like he hates his job 💀 (well I take that back, he probably just hates the chasing part but loves the locking up poor defenseless kids for no reason other than to fuel his sadistic power trip part)

YES MEDDA DESERVES ALL THE APPLAUSE

MEDDA, OUR GRACEFUL, GLAMOROUS, ICONIC QUEEN

LES NODDED AFTER MEDDA TOLD DAVEY TO STEP OUT OF HIS WAY I AM LOSING MY MIND AT THIS-

I’m screamingg HE WAVED AT THE BOWERY BEAUTIES AFER

Medda definitely doesn’t get tired of hearing Jack’s infamous Teddy Roosevelt carriage story

“He don’t, but I do”

Jack’s one of those people who say “Stop, my *insert talent* isn’t even good!” and then when he shows it to you it’s the best thing you have ever had the pleasure of viewing

(Head)Canon: Jack hates compliments, unless it’s from a certain someone *cough* David *cough* or Katherine*

The way Medda looks at Jack after he claims it’s all “just a bunch of trees” SHE WANTS HIM TO RECOGNIZE HIS TALENT INSTEAD OF DOWNPLAYING IT OK

Her voice is so pretty-

I AM IN LOVE WITH THIS PERFORMANCE. SHE LOOKS SO HAPPY AND YOU CAN TELL SHE’S HAVING FUN

The audience

Katherine really hates Jack 😍

Every time I hear the banter between Jatherine I just wish they would’ve kept (most of) it in the cast recording

She’s really out here hurting this man’s feelings-

You can tell Jack is running out of pick up lines

OOH KATHERINE IS PISSED AT THAT LOUSY REPORTER COMMENT

Liana’s Katherine seems a lot more relentless so I don’t see her letting up on Jack anytime soon

Wait it’s Iain Young - I THOUGHT HE WAS ONLY IN TOURSIES

OK LES YOU DID NOT HAVE TO USE THAT MUCH FORCE

The audience is just one big Les fan club

THAT SLOW HEAD TURN IM SCREAMING

I love how you can tell the exact moment where Davey gets accepted as one of the Newsies :)

Jack constantly cupping the Newsies faces is the cutest thing ever <3

THE WORLD WILL KNOW IS SO FIERCE

“Will we HEAR ITTT?!” JACK IS SCREAMING AGAIN YES WE LOVE A LOUD AND BOISTEROUS JACK

“And I lost my shoe” :( hope you find it again buddy

LES IS SO FUNNY IM DYINGGG

OK WOAH JACK’S FEELINGS DEFINITELY GOT HURT BECAUSE HE DID NOT SEEM TOO EXCITED TO SEE KATHERINE

Have I mentioned how much I love Crutchie?

Writer’s Block: The Song

“No, Jack - I don’t know what to say” 🥺

Once again, Ben Fankhauser’s vocals do not disappoint

Crutchie: *INCOHERENT NOISES*

Oh look it’s a Guzman twin!

DAVID AND LES’ HUG MY HEART JUST EXPLODED

This is the most affectionate Seize The Day I’ve ever seen, I’m gonna cry-

Cue Jack cupping yet another Newsies’ face 🥺

IM APPROXIMATELY TWO SECONDS AWAY FROM HAVING MY TEARS SPILL OUT OF MY EYEBALLS

Oh, it is Aaron Albano

Corey Cott’s acting in this song >>>

Davey holding back a Newsie 💀

Davey is really the epitome of “I don’t get paid enough for this”

THE PASSION IN JACK’S SPEECH

JACK AND DAVEY RUNNING AWAY WHEN THE REAL DANCING STARTS WILL NEVER NOT MAKE ME LAUGH

I ACTUALLY WINCED THE DELANCEY BROTHERS PUNCHED DAVEY SO FAST I DIDN’T EVEN SEE THAT COMING-

LET GO OF LES YOU COWARDS

Ok Ben’s acting is top tier because I spent a whole five minutes wondering if the actor playing one of the delancey’s accidentally punched him for real or not

Some bullies just interrupted our emotional dance break, time to deal with them and then proceed to dance again 😍

Ahh yes, the fouette (?) towards the end of Seize The Day my beloved

The annoying lump in my throat will not go away :)

SOMEONE IN THE AUDIENCE IS JUMPING UP AND DOWN CHEERING FOR THE NEWSIES

Here comes the worst part

And the chaos ensues

IS IT JUST BEAT UP ON DAVEY DAY OR WHAT?

At first I thought Les was screaming “Let me go!” and “No, please!” but no, it’s Crutchie and he got slapped right after he said that :(

Crutchie’s screams are here to haunt my dreams (for the umpteenth time)

YES CRUTCHIE PUT UP A FIGHT

WAIT I AM JUST NOW REALIZING THAT DAVEY TRIED TO SAVE CRUTCHIE BUT COULDNT

THE WAY THEY KNOCKED HIM ON THE GROUND HAS GOT TO BE THE MOST BRUTAL BEAT DOWN I’VE SEEN so I’m going to cover my eyes for the rest of this because I know what happens and I do not like it :)

I HATE THAT I OPENED MY EYES BECAUSE THEYRE DRAGGING HIM AWAY ON HIS BAD LEGG AND I JUST UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Who knew a fictional character could make me hurt this bad :/

I feel like Jack is in denial

Sometimes escapism isn’t exactly a healthy coping mechanism, Jack (oh look I’m calling myself out too)

Wait I think Corey might be tearing up ahhhhh

Oh would you look at the time it’s pretty late so I might do a pt.2 later

#tw: caps #my thoughts #my ramblings #newsies #fansies #theatre kid #musical theatre #broadway #newsies forever

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nimblermortal · 4 years

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Okay so Tea and I have come up with a wonderful terrible... thing: Schrödinger’s Immortal Baby

you see

We have hundreds and thousands of years of proof that immortals can’t have babies once they become immortal. But. Andromache and Yusuf and Nícolo have all been practicing homosexuality, and Booker’s too depressed for anyone to figure out what he might be attracted to.

So Nile comes along, and Andromache tells her, “Welp, immortality, it sucks, but congratulations, you’re immune to VD and pregnancy. So have fun.”

And Nile does. And then Nile has a pregnancy scare. And she comes back and yells at Andy about it, because Andy told her this couldn’t happen:

“You told me I was immune to this!” “I didn’t think you were going to be STRAIGHT about it! There’s no precedent for a STRAIGHT immortal!” --dubious eyes at Booker-- --further commentary on haven’t any of you slept with a trans person? or a nonbi- okay, whatever, moving on, back to Andy-- “Well, if you don’t want it, just abort it. Women’s rights. Prost.” ENTER BOOKER “She can’t abort it. What if it’s immortal?”

(This is the point at which the theory requires that in addition to dying not sticking, they don’t age. Which is pretty intuitive - they heal, so logically they would heal against ageing too. None of them seem to have aged particularly in the last thousands of years. If they aged between healing, they would gradually get old and start repeatedly dying of old age, which none of them have done. So either they don’t age at all, or every time they die they return to the age at which they first die.)

And this is the part where this crack theory gets nasty, because. Immortal aborted fetus. That would be bad. Constantly dying and coming back to life, even if you consider it just a cluster of cells, that’s horrible. And if you do manage to get over that: it’s a security risk. Science project. Sooo... now we’re stuck with Nile carrying to term, which she strongly objects to, replay the previous argument about immunity vs. who imagined you’d be straight about it?!

(with a small side of, hey, maybe Booker’s straight or straight enough that he might want to try the family thing again, but none of them are the type to just randomly pick someone, so there’d be some dithering to go about it and then they run into)

The Second Stumbling Block: Schrödinger’s Immortal Baby, or, A Continuation of Booker’s Question.

Now they have a baby that may or may not be immortal. How do you find out? Are you going to just kill a baby to find out of it’s immortal? Nile’s baby? Their baby? No! Are you going to injure it to find out if it’s immortal? Did any of them do super healing before they died? Nile’s the only one with medical records, and odds are good that either she didn’t, or she might have healed slightly faster than other people, but not unusually so. Or people would have noticed sooner.

And if you did kill the baby to find out, you’d be stuck with an Immortal Baby. Two months old forever. You would literally never sleep again. So maybe if you wait until it’s a toddler, but it turns out the twos are terrible! And the threes are worse! And then they start talking and reading and developing interests and if you weren’t bonded to it before, you are now, and if you never bonded to it, well, it never reaches a good age. So you have to keep it alive to adulthood so that it can at least have a reasonable age to exist in throughout eternity (if it’s immortal), see all the Vampire Child meta ever.

Which makes the five? six? of them the most helicopter parents ever to helicopter, because this child, of all children, has got to survive to adulthood.

At this point, let us assign it a gender, and for the sake of further crack, it’s female. She’s having a pretty weird upbringing, what with the swords in the umbrella stand and the parents not ageing and the constant family arguments about when to tell her that they’re immortal. (By the time they do, she’s known for. A while.)

But this is normal for her, and they send her to a fancy boarding school full of diplomats’ kids who have bodyguards and they also have lessons on how to quickly incapacitate and/or kill anyone who bothers you if the bodyguard is not around, so when Daughter comes home one day and tweets something like, “Ugh, I hate it when you trip over the umbrella stand coming home and cut yourself in the shower of swords,” her friends all reply “lol mood” for one reason or another, and she only gets in trouble with her six parents for cutting herself, she could have died.

So it keeps dragging out, for years. “When do we get back to having missions?” Andy laments. “I haven’t killed anyone in years!” “I have,” says Nicky casually. Heads pivot. He shrugs. “There was a guy stalking Daughter. I sniped ‘im.” “Dad Three. You can’t just kill boys!” “It was unhealthy, and now he’s dead. Problem solved.” Possibly they have gotten a bit blasé about the sanctity of life some time in the last thousand years of killing people constantly. And somehow the logical conclusion of this is helicopter parenting.

And what happens when you totally helicopter a child? Rebellion. Acting out.

Which is how she winds up under the bleachers with a boy (because doing something that is not physically harmful is a lot easier to get away with, and at least two parents are very casual and encouraging about the whole thing).

Which is how she winds up with a teen pregnancy.

Which is how the lot of them realize that they now have to do this again because what if this baby is immortal? They won’t know until/unless Daughter dies! And even if she makes it to adulthood (please let her make it to adulthood, just to twenty-one, then we will have Succeeded at parenting) they don’t want to just kill her to find out, what if she’s not immortal?

And so we return, my horrified friends, to the prospect of Schrödinger’s Immortal Baby.

#the Old Guard #they either have magical immortality contraceptive powers #or some really horrifying prospects caused by not having magic immortality contraceptive powers #but it hasn't mattered for thousands of years because SOME people aren't STUPID enough to practice heterosexuality #but also guys let's see how do I tag this #abortion #body horror #pregnancy

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geekingbeautytx · 6 years

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Jealous

*Ya’ll already know. It’s based off that lovely extended promo we were #blessed with*

Fic Song ;)

Today had been a really great day. Cyrus and I had met at the spoon. I had surprised him with our activity for the day. We were trying to complete some of his list and one was ride with danger. He later elaborated he had always wanted to ride a bike that was not pedal powered. Lucky for him I’m actually really into dirt biking. Now here we were getting ready to head out. We had gone on a few hills but nothing too crazy. We gotta take baby steps.

“So did you have fun Underdog?” I say leaning against my bike smiling at him.

“Oh definitely! I can’t believe I actually got on one!” Cyrus says looking like he just won first place in something.

“I’m glad I could be of service.” I reply bowing to him.

He laughs and shoves my shoulder playfully.

“Hey Cyrus!”

We both look towards one of the hills and I see a blonde boy walking towards us. I’ve seen him a few times at school but I couldn’t tell you his name if my life depended on it. Cyrus walks up to him meeting him halfway.

“Hey Blake!” Cyrus says giving him a side hug.

Blake. Duly noted.

“I didn’t know you came here!” Blake says looking at Cyrus up and down.

My face gets hot and my body tenses up. I feel my teeth clenching. And my heart begins to beat faster. I don’t know why.

“Oh I don’t. I’m here with TJ. He was showing me how to ride. Or well I rode with him.”

“Aww didn’t teach you to ride by yourself.” He says looking at me smirking.

Cyrus looks at me looking, what seems to be, nervously.

“Oh I’m not ready for that.” Cyrus replies.

“I could probably get you there.”

I feel my whole body got hot. I have an extreme urge to have “Scary Basketball Guy” come out. Cyrus looks at me again and I roll my eyes while looking away.

“Well maybe another day. We were actually heading out. So I’ll see you in class on Monday.” Cyrus tells him turning and heading back to me.

I get on my bike starting it up. I hand Cyrus his helmet and putting mine on as well. We ride off and I head to Cyrus’ house. The entire way there I can feel myself still replaying the whole scene. Over and Over again. I shake my head and focus on the rode in front of me. I couldn’t tell you why but I don’t like that Blake guy. At all.

“TJ are you okay?” Cyrus says now standing on the curb in front of house.

“Yea.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yea.”

“TJ really?

“How do you know Blake?” I finally ask feeling it leap from my body.

“Dance, is there something wrong. You know I have friends outside of you and the girls. And Jonah.”

“Noted. Next time ask Blake to take you to do you list.” I say not thinking and possibly, definitely, regretting saying it.

“TJ!”

“I gotta go Cyrus. I’m sorry.” I say not realizing till it’s to late that I used his real name.

I ride off and feel like I can’t breathe. I’m going through town and can no longer take it. I stop and pull over. I feel so heated. I wanna punch a wall or something. I’m breathing faster and clenching my fist tightly. I get off the bike and prop it up. I start pacing around it not know what to do.

“TJ...are you okay?” I hear someone say behind me.

I turn and see Andi standing there. I can’t speak. I shake my head. I comb my fingers through my hair and take a deep breath.

“Come on you can come sit with me.” She says and pulls my arm dragging me into the record store.

We go and sit on the couch close to the door. It’s quiet besides the few people in the store and the faint music playing. I finally look at her.

“Thanks. I’m sorry I just couldn’t make any words. I couldn’t breathe.” I say relaxing finally.

“Of course. I saw you pull over pretty abruptly and looking, I don’t know, stressed.”

“Yea.” I say embarrassed.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” She asks seeming to hesitate. Probably wondering if that was the best question.

“I do. I just don’t know what I’m feeling right now.” I say massaging my temples.

“Well, let’s start with where were you just at?”

“Dropping Cyrus off.”

“Okay was that different.”

“Yes, I was...I was mad.”

“Mad?”

“I don’t know. Not at him. At someone else. And I think, I think I took it out on him.”

“We all do that at one time or another TJ. Just apologize and tell him why you were really mad.”

“I can’t.” I say taking a deep breathe in. “He likes the person I’m mad with.”

“Who?” Andi asks me looking confused.

“Blake.”

“Dance class Blake? Why are you mad at him?”

“I don’t know!”

“Well what happened?” She asks.

“Nothing!”

“What do you mean nothing.” She says sounding slightly frustrated.

“Nothing because it’s dumb. He was talking to Cyrus and smiling. My face got hot, my body was tense, and I wanted to just grab Cyrus and go!” I say trying not to yell and throwing my arms up while sliding down in the couch.

“Umm TJ?” She says half smiling.

I look at her saying nothing.

“I think you might have been...um...Jealous.”

I sit up quickly and looking her. I feel my face scrunch.

“Jealous? No. I don’t get jealous. Plus what would I be jealous about? Blake? Pft.” I roll my eyes and shake my head.

“Um yeah. Come on, your whole body reacted to another person talking to Cyrus. Flirting with Cyrus.” She says with a look on her face that screams “DUH!”.

“Why would I care if someone is flirting with Cyrus?” I say feeling my stomach flipping.

“I, I don’t know. I mean there could be many reasons. Besides the obvious.”

“Which is?” I ask shaking my head.

“Maybe, maybe you like Cyrus.”

“Of course I like him.”

“No TJ!” She laughs a little and shakes her head. “ You like him, like him.”

I stare at her. It feels like time has stopped. No. There’s no way that’s it. I mean yeah Cyrus is a great friend. We have a good time hanging out. Yeah he’s cute. But liking him, like crushing on him is a whole other story.

“Andi, I...I don’t...umm”

“TJ don’t worry if that’s the case your secret is safe with me. I just don’t wanna see you hurting over something like this. No one should feel this way. I wish there was something I could do to help.”

“Thanks. Andi?”

“Yeah.”

“What do I do?” I say looking down and putting my elbow on my knees.

“Apologize and go from there. You’re gonna be okay TJ. Trust me.” Andi says grabbing my hand.

I look up at her and see her smiling. I smile back and give her a hug. It’s a first for us and we pull apart feeling slightly awkward. We laugh a little and relax back into the couch again. I sit there and think that Andi is right. I just need to apologize. Look at my feelings closely. I’m crushing for sure. I was jealous. There’s only one thing left to do. Tell Cyrus Goodman how I feel. Because, I, TJ Kippen like Cyrus Goodman

#tyrus #tj kippen #cyrus goodman #andi mack #andi mack fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction

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youvegotyourvictory · 6 years

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Hamilton on Broadway

08.25.18

Yesterday was two months since I saw Hamilton with one of my very best friends. Making a list of some things I never want to forget.

1. I imagine death so much, it feels more like a memory

I’ve been listening to Hamilton for almost two and a half years. This line still hits me the same way it did when I was first learning the words.

2. Look around, look around, at how lucky we are to be alive right now

At the most random times, this line hits me like a bus. It’s not every day, but sometimes I do think about how miraculous it is that any of us are alive. How lucky we are.

3. King George is even funnier live and the album really doesn’t do his facial expressions justice, there’s no way it could. Just.....every time he was on stage, I laughed

4. Dying is easy, young man, living is harder

I think about this line all the time. Washington says it to Alex and obviously it speaks to Alex’s character, because he’s always willing to die but never really willing to use his strengths to stay alive. He always wants to fight and is ready to verbally take down anyone he deems fit—willing to die in a war that’s never really going to be his own, just to prove himself. All of that is so much easier than living.

5. Eliza in Helpless

I already love Eliza so much—both fictionalized character and real life woman—but she’s so cute in Helpless. It’s so great to see her this in love.

6. King George saying, “Everybody!” in You’ll Be Back and people coming out of the woodwork just so they can sing along with him

7. If there’s a reason I’m still alive when everyone who loves me has died then I’m willing to wait for it

I’ve spent a few late nights thinking about this, thinking of the legacy Burr left behind—how he just wanted to keep his mouth shut and stay out of trouble, until the moment it really counted. I can’t imagine all that must’ve motivated him, knowing he was the only person he had left. Everyone around him had died, and still he wanted to keep his head down and wait for a reason to do more.

8. Tomorrow there’ll be more of us

It’s probably for the best that this song isn’t on the original cast recording because if it was I would definitely cry every time I listened to it. I can’t even begin to express how much it kills me that John Laurens died before he could lead his regiment to safety—and ultimately, freedom. And Alex’s reaction to it, his pause and then, breathless, “I have so much work to do”—his immediate need to work faster and harder than he had before. There’s no doubt anywhere that he was deeply in love with Laurens.

On Tuesday the 27th, my son was killed in a gunfight against British troops retreating from South Carolina. The war was already over. As you know, John dreamed of emancipating and recruiting three thousand men for the first all-black military regiment. His dream of freedom for these men dies with him.

9. The part of Non-Stop when Angelica and Eliza are on the outer ring of the stage and then Hamilton is talking about both of them and once he’s done talking to Angelica the stage starts moving so she drifts away from him and then Eliza comes in to view

This is really one you just have to see in person to fully appreciate

10. Jefferson in the purple suit

I have never seen an article of clothing transform someone so easily and completely. Before, Lafayette was careful, calculated, etc, but as soon as the purple suit came out, he did a total 180 and strutted everywhere, fully in control of the stage. It was like magic.

11. Hamilton’s green suit

It’s a look and probably an aesthetic choice that some people don’t care for, but boy do I love it

12. The cabinet battles

Honestly what took everything to that next level was the fact that we were in New York watching it. Hearing “You could’ve been anywhere in the world tonight, but you’re here with us in New York City” felt so....incredible because I had never even listened to Hamilton in the city before. And it was true—we really could’ve been anywhere else, but we were there, in the theatre, watching it all unfold.

13. Take a Break

One of my favorites in the play, due entirely to Alex and Angelica’s exchange in the second verse. Also, Eliza’s beatboxing and Philip’s pride when he raps for Alex is something I wish I could replay forever. Hearing the screams of “un, deux, trois, quatre, and CIIIIIIIIIINQ” was something that made all of us burst into cheers and applause

In a letter I received from you two weeks ago, I noticed a comma in the middle of a phrase. It changed the meaning—did you intend this? One stroke and you’ve consumed my waking days. It says, “My dearest Angelica” with a comma after ‘dearest.’ You’ve written “my dearest, Angelica.”

The breath between ‘dearest’ and ‘Angelica’ is so much more pronounced live and I really wish I could live in that moment for the rest of my life

I also really love how they both take the time to focus on this and show that it holds a lot of weight and meaning to each of them, and then after a pause Angelica says, “Anyway, all this to say...” completely moving on from the subject

14. Southern motherfucking democratic republicans

No need to even say more than that. Y’all already know.

Actually I lied. I didn’t remember a lot from the bootleg going into this because it had been a decent amount of time since I’d last watched the whole thing—usually if it pops up on YouTube again I just listen to the few songs I know will make me sob, the ones I really want to hear, and then I leave it alone. I think in my head I kind of wanted to save it until I could finally see it in person. Before seeing it live, I think I’d only watched the bootleg all the way through maybe two times. It just felt like something I needed to wait for. It was well worth it. Anyway, like I said, I didn’t remember much so I certainly didn’t remember the shot of Burr, Jefferson, and Madison all walking together across the stage with the spotlight on them as they sang this part. Power move.

15. King George pulling up a stool so he can watch everything unfold, see all the drama as it happens, and watch Hamilton destroy his own career

I lost it at this part. I knew that he does this, but seeing it in person just made it so much funnier. Again, I think it was mainly due to really being able to see his facial expressions there. Just the thought of King George sitting there as all of this is happening in the 1700s is so funny to me and it’s just.....god it’s good

16. King George throwing Reynolds pamphlets and dancing around Hamilton was just....top-tier comedy

17. Hamilton’s black suit

That velvety suede one. If you know you know

18. Eliza’s scream at the end of Stay Alive (Reprise)

This was one of the moments I couldn’t forget the first time I watched the bootleg. No matter what I’m doing or where I am, if I’ve been completely fine throughout the rest of the songs, this is the moment that gets me every time. It’s always guaranteed to make me start crying. Not only is it heart wrenching to hear her scream after Philip has just died, but to see her yank her hand away from Alex when he tries to comfort her is something that’s been with me ever since that first watch. I don’t think I’ll ever really forget it.

19. It’s Quiet Uptown

I knew I wouldn’t make it out of this without sobbing. I usually don’t make it through the OCR without crying, and seeing it in person is so much more painful. Alex pleading with Eliza, telling her he’d change everything if he could, telling Philip that he would love where they moved to. Seeing Alex grieving, and then to see Eliza come in and be completely stoic, refusing to even look in Alex’s direction. Also the fact that literally everyone looks weary and so incredibly run down—even Angelica in her narration looks like she’s been crying for weeks.

Can you imagine?

Alex turning one of Eliza’s phrases back on her—look at where we are, look at where we started—he knows he’ll never be able to make this all up to her but he still begs her to let him in and let him try to help her.

It speaks volumes that all records state that Hamilton was never the same after Philip died—a large portion of him died that day too. Can you imagine?

Eliza, do you like it uptown? It’s quiet uptown.

One of the parts that gets me every single time, without fail: Look around, look around, Eliza.

I started crying during the last song and didn’t stop through the entirety of this one, but one part that made the tears flow faster was Eliza’s gentle “It’s quiet uptown” and Alex’s breakdown as soon as she speaks for the first time.

There’s a part in the Hamilton companion book that Lin wrote where he describes something that happened to the company during rehearsals and every time I read it I cry and cry, so I’ll just leave you with it:

The power of “It’s Quiet Uptown” was intact from its first day: Actors cried while singing it, the production team cried while listening to it, Andy couldn’t bear to choreograph it, not with his daughter, Sofia, fighting cancer, and getting sick on the way to school, and the whole family hoping the next round of chemotherapy would work. ... On November 16, 2014, Oskar and Laurie Eustis’s beloved son, Jack, died. He was 16 years old. ... Oskar and Laurie were about to spend half a year or more in the world of a show that pivots on the loss of a child. ... Two weeks later, the full company assembled for the first sing-through of the show ... when Oskar and Laurie walked in. ... Hearing “It’s Quiet Uptown” for the first time since their unimaginable loss was bound to be wrenching. It was wrenching, for everyone. When the sing-through ended, we offered words of consolation that were heartfelt but inadequate before a grief larger than anyone could comprehend. There was one thing that the Hamilton company didn’t know that day. When Lin had learned of Jack’s death, he had sent an email to Oskar and Laurie expressing his deepest condolences. He also sent them the demo recording of “It’s Quiet Uptown.” “If art can help us grieve, can help us mourn, then lean on it,” he wrote. If they preferred to delete the song, he would understand.

Oskar and Laurie did lean on it. In the rehearsal studio that afternoon, nobody knew that “It’s Quiet Uptown” was the only song they had listened to in their first week of mourning. They had listened to it every day.

20. Best of Wives and Best of Women

This one gets me every time. I know I’ve said that about everything so far, but god....this one is so meaningful.

I can’t say anything that will be better than what Lin has already said about the song so I’ll leave you with the liner notes he wrote from the Hamilton companion book:

In the musical of my life after I’m long gone, my wife Vanessa is going to be the one who steps forward as the hero. Vanessa is not particularly fond of musicals—she only likes good ones. She is not effusive in her praise, or boastful. But when I looked up from that Chernow book and said, “I think this is a hip-hop musical,” she didn’t laugh, or roll her eyes. She just said, “That sounds cool.” And that was all I needed to get started. As I fell in love with the idea of a love triangle between Eliza, Alexander, and Angelica, she said, “Can you have Angelica rap? That would be cool.”

I am someone who is so averse to travel that I wrote a whole musical about not wanting to leave my block in Washington Heights. It was Vanessa who booked us trips and time away from New York. “You don’t get any writing done here because life keeps popping up.” Thanks to her, Hamilton was written in Mexico, Spain, Nevis, Sagaponack, St. Croix, Puerto Rico, The Dominican Republic—long trips where Vanessa would take me there and then leave me alone to write while she explored. She is my first audience, and she’s a tough audience, so I know if I impress her I’ve cleared the highest possible bar. She’ll come home from work and say, “Your king tune was stuck in my head all day—that’s probably a good sign.”

This started out as a note trying to explain how my wife really is the ‘best of wives and best of women,’ but I’m trying to get at something more important—this show simply doesn’t exist without Vanessa. It’s a love letter to her.

21. The World Was Wide Enough

There’s nothing I could say here that would accurately sum up this one, so I’ll simply put this:

Death doesn’t discriminate between the sinners and the saints—it takes and it takes and it takes. History obliterates. In every picture it paints, it paints me and all my mistakes. When Alexander aimed at the sky, he may have been the first one to die, but I’m the one who paid for it. I survived, but I paid for it. Now I’m the villain in your history. I was too young and blind to see. I should’ve known. I should’ve known the world was wide enough for both Hamilton and me. The world was wide enough for both Hamilton and me.

One thing I’ll always remember: in the Hamilton documentary, Leslie Odom, Jr. is talking about Burr’s legacy, basically that he did all of these other things in his lifetime—a long war career, accomplished lawyer, worked with Hamilton on the first murder trial of the country, etc—but the one thing he’s most remembered for is being the man who shot Hamilton in a duel. Leslie talks about how much more Burr could’ve done if the duel hadn’t gone down the way it did, that it was a really sad moment in history, that Burr wasn’t a lonely man when he shot Hamilton. Burr had friends, a great job, so many things going for him, but still he chose to shoot Hamilton in that moment. Leslie goes on to say, “I think that our show is doing a really good job of...reminding us that....all of us are more than one thing.”

There’s another moment, from Lin’s episode of Drunk History, where he describes the duel and says, “And so, Burr’s the monster. And what’s ironic about that is Burr was never the monster. Burr was the cautious motherfucker who never let his opinion be known. And Hamilton was the reckless motherfucker who let his opinion be known about everything. And in the one moment where it counted most, Hamilton was cautious, and Burr was reckless. And that defined their legacies forever.”

22. There’s a moment that Lin took out that we don’t get to see, but I’m going to include it here anyway. Eliza, reading Hamilton’s last letter to her—the one he was writing when she begged him to “come back to bed, that would be enough.” Among his last words are these:

I need not tell you of the pangs I feel, from the idea of quitting you and exposing you to the anguish which I know you would feel. With my last idea; I shall cherish the sweet hope of meeting you in a better world. Adieu best of wives and best of Women. Ever yours

23. Eliza in the finale

As I said, I already love Eliza so much, but hearing this final song is something I’ll always think about.

Eliza lived fifty years beyond Hamilton’s death, something I can’t even begin to imagine doing. Of all the things Hamilton put her through, she still loved him in the end. In her own words—I am so tired, it is so long. I want to see Hamilton.

Again, during this I couldn’t help but remember the fact that we were in the very city where much of this musical takes place. All of these real events occurred in this city.

Hearing Eliza recount all she had done after Hamilton’s death is inspiring and exhausting and amazing, but the line that always got me and I knew would hit me even harder in New York City....

Oh. Can I show you what I’m proudest of? [The orphanage.] I establish the first private orphanage in New York City. [The orphanage.] I help to raise hundreds of children. I get to see them growing up. [The orphanage.] In their eyes I see you, Alexander. I see you every time.

Not only does she establish this orphanage, but it still lives on today. Eliza’s orphanage lives on in the form of the Graham Windham organization, a fact that always blows me away. She established and served as director of the orphanage for 27 years—she dedicated a significant portion of her life to this work. And to know that we were in the city where she did this, where she got to see the Hamilton legacy growing before her very eyes in the form of these children—I lost it.

Oh, I can’t wait to see you again. It’s only a matter of time.

Two months have passed and I still can’t believe I was there, really seeing Hamilton the way it was intended to be seen. I’ll never forget it, and I hope someday I’ll get to do it again.

#finally I got around to typing all this out!!#sorry for the long post I just really had a lot to say!!!!!!#hamilton0825 #text #personal

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Talking Tickets 10 April 2020: StubHub! Viagogo! National Rugby League! And, More!

Hey There!

Thanks for being here again this week.

Is everyone good? Let me know!

I know the weeks are likely dragging and the news can be a bit depressing, but I just want y’all to know I’m here if you need me.

If you are enjoying this newsletter, tell your friends and colleagues to sign up by visiting this link.

If you are interested, I’ve set up a Slack Channel and I’m finally starting to figure out how to be engaging in there. We’ve got folks in all kinds of areas like venues, tickets, secondary, and more.

As this week is Passover and Easter, if you are celebrating, my thoughts are with you and your families!

To the tickets!

———————————————————————————————— 1. Can the business of sports survive the coronavirus?

I have to say that I actually took a walk to get this story in a physical copy because I didn’t want to miss it.

Where my thinking has been the last week or two isn’t so much how things will be different, but how will they remain the same.

I think there are a few things you really have to think about:

Historically, things rebound to something that resembles normal more times than not.

This virus and the financial crisis created by it is highlighting some areas of weakness.

The biggest challenge that folks are likely to encounter going forward will be due to trends that were already evident but folks were not taking action on or were not looking at like declining attendance, the purchasing power of fans, and the need for better marketing and branding.

I’ve been working on a longer piece collecting all of my thoughts, but it is taking me a little longer to get it all together.

We’ve definitely seen that seemingly invincible teams, leagues, and organizations are on weaker footing than we might have imagined…and I think the big opportunity is going to be in solving that problem.

Do I think sports business will survive? Yes.

Do I think everything will be different? No.

Do I think trends that should have been getting attention all along will be the ones that cause the greatest pain over the next year or two? Absolutely!

What’s your take?

2. Viagogo lays off a lot of staff and it is probably just the start of a tough period for a lot of folks:

170 people being put on protective notice for 30 days is, unfortunately, likely the start of a longer more painful challenge for Viagogo. Because if you follow the trends in the Asian countries that were dealing with the coronavirus earlier on, you’ll see that they had shutdowns starting in January and their events haven’t started coming back online yet and my friend, Greg Turner, from China says that it is likely going to be May before things really start to get fully back to normal.

That just means that in Europe and the States, we have had much less aggressive mitigation tactics in a lot of places…so to expect that magically our events are going to come back on a faster timeline is likely unrealistic.

This is one of those things for my US readers should be especially painful as we still don’t have a complete stay-at-home order for the entire country and no clear unified plan for dealing with the coronavirus.

A 50 different state plan likely just means we are going to be struggling through this shutdown.

Why?

Because as long as a significant number of folks in the States are getting sick, likely in any part of the country, people will be afraid and if they are afraid, they are not going to events, concerts, and sports. I think you see this in the examples that Andrew Cuomo uses when he talks about the return of Broadway on June 7.

So despite rosy proclamations from Donald Trump, I think we August or September is likely a more realistic timeline to plan for based on available information and using other countries’ experiences.

Though the National Rugby League is going to try and start back up on 28 May. The AFL is looking at putting teams in zones that could start as early as June…at which point, I could be entirely wrong.

And, the Bundesliga is thinking of doing fan free games even earlier.

Let’s hope I am.

Who should my Bundesliga team be?

3. We still are going to have to grapple with how quickly fans and guests will return:

When we are dealing with something without precedent, we don’t really have anything to judge likely outcomes against.

Lo and behold, we are facing something that we’ve never had to deal with before and so we have no way of knowing what to really expect.

I know that folks are likely to push to get events up and running as quickly as possible…I mean, I’m totally ready for some Premier League action.

But we also have to consider the damage that might be done by coming back too soon with fans in the stands.

I do like the consideration that the Oak View Group is giving to cleanliness as a safety issue and the idea that you are going to have to have some sort of seal of approval in the near term to give folks peace of mind. But I’d also add that while OVG’s CEO, Tim Leiweke, talks about partnering with organizations that ensure hospitals are clean, that hospitals are notorious for being havens for viruses and there are many cases annually of folks getting sick from contamination during hospital visits. This just means I would challenge folks to think bigger and badder…because the opportunities are likely huge.

And, the downside of someone getting sick at a show or game in the near term is likely to be huge!

4. StubHub and refunds stay in the news this week:

How to approach the story of refunds, postponements, cancellations, and doing right by the customer has been one of the things I’ve been scratching my head about for the last week or two.

I know the economics of the ticket business. I was always iffy about the amount of debt that Live Nation was carrying as they touted “greatest quarter ever” or whatever they said each quarter. And, I recognize that the envelope on on-sale dates, restrictions on tickets, and refunds for a while.

Tim Chambers has called it “postponement as a strategy” and I think the backlash on this could be severe.

StubHub is now facing a lawsuit, bad press, and the suspicion that they’ll have to declare bankruptcy…which could really wipe out fans.

5. A few random observations to close out this week:

I wanted to highlight a few fun things at the end of this one because so many of the stories this week have been far too heavy.

First, one of the greatest PR dunks I’ve ever seen came from the NHL as their coronavirus response is covered comparing to the NBA. The PR person at the NHL that pitched this idea and got it through deserves a huge raise!

Second, the WWE did a crowd less, two-night Wrestlemania spectacular. People watched it. Gronk seemed to be a hit and I was amused because I think the last time I watched wrestling, people still acted like it was real. WWE and wrestling is the most amazing thing!

Third, Amy Kline and her Corona Choir have T-shirts! Amy has gotten a lot of press for bringing her neighborhood together to sing during the coronavirus and now they have created T-shirts with proceeds going to support another member of the ticketing community who has lost income due to the shutdown.

Finally, I’m a resource for your coronavirus break! Besides the shameless plug for me, Activity Stream has put together a great resource with a bunch of different ways you can learn and improve during this downtime.

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What am I up to this week?

Check out my blog at DaveWakeman.com and my website. I’ll probably have a couple of new pieces up this week.

Check out the back episodes of my podcast. I’m going to share the audio files of my webinar series there starting over the next few days.

I did a great live podcast with Andy Romero-Birkbeck yesterday on mental health, mindfulness, and sleep. You can get the replay of it here. It was my first live podcast where the audio was shared in real time, but I think it turned out very well.

I’m also doing a new webinar this week on Tuesday about rethinking your ticket business’s strategy after the coronavirus. Folks want more strategy! I’m here for y’all!

Finally, join me and my buddy, Ken Troupe, and a bunch of folks from around the world for a cocktail this afternoon at 5 PM EDT. We are hosting a virtual happy hour. You can make fun of me and Ken, have a drink, make some friends, it will be great! Ken promises me the link works this week.

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I Had A Threesome With My Lover And A FWB And It Was The Most Incredible Experience Of My Sexual Life

Im sitting on the edge of the bed, completely bare, watching them kiss. One of Sams arms is wrapped around Andys neck, the other around his waist. Andys hands are pressed into Sams back, their erections pressed against their torsos. Theyre beautiful in their embrace, all ropey muscles, soft skin, flat stomachs and facial hair.

I cant decide whose cock I want to lick first.

We met for drinks at a neighborhood bar with the intention of fucking at my apartment. Sam was flirting with Andy, intermittently touching his arm. I was giddy, laughing too loudly, and all of us drinking too quickly. After our third round was served, I watched Sam lean over and kiss Andy. My own lips parted at the delectableness of them. I placed my hand on Andys thigh and slowly dragged it to his crotch, finding him hard.

I was eager to taste the beer mixed with Sam on Andys mouth, but was in no rush to interrupt them as they lingered on each other. I was also ready for all of us to down these drinks and book it to my place.

After the tab was settled and we were outside, Andy hailed a cab. The three of us squeezed in, me in the middle, my hand on Sams bulging erection, Andys mouth on my neck as I told the driver my address. Minutes later as we stumbled through the door, hands groping, lips pressing together, clothing removed, we had made it to my bedroom.

I press my middle fingertip to my clit, lightly stroking it, my skin heating up with arousal. Sam and Andys kissing is hurried, their hands gripping, holding, exploring. I marvel at how at how unfamiliar this sight is, at how excited I am. The person I love is making out with another man, completely enjoying it and I am so turned on I could come in minutes.

***

What do you think about having a threesome with Sam one day? I asked Andy late one night while we were sitting on my couch, facing each other, our legs tangled together.

That could be interesting. Hes pretty hot. he replied, his eyes shimmering. You want to?

I do. Sams fun, I just wanted to see if you had any interest before I mention it to him.

I met Sam through a mutual friend years ago. We immediately connected through our shared love of bourbon, dive bars and live music. We fucked once, ok twice, counting that one wasted night, and I knew he had slept with a handful of men. When I started seeing Andy and introduced Sam, he later texted me exclaiming how attractive Andy was.

***

Sam moves his hand along Andys ribcage as he kisses his neck. Im wet, my fingers slick as I rub myself. My simmering desire is so insistent that I have to join them.

Andys cock is closest, offering the easiest access. I crawl over to him, and drag my tongue along his length before encircling the head, swirling my tongue around it. I taste his pre-cum as I feel his hand slip over my hair and along my back. I sit on my knees, enveloping Sams balls with my hand as I suck Andy.

They watch as I shift my attention to Sam. I put as much of him as I can fit into my mouth and slide my lips up to the tipwhile stroking Andy. I drag my hand along the underside of him and pull his balls before pressing my fingers into his perineum.

Sam pushes more of himself into my mouth while Andy climbs onto the bed with me. He kisses my shoulder while squeezing my breasts, trapping a nipple between his index and middle finger, tightening against it.

I grin, offering Sams cock to Andy.

***

Remember asking if I wanted to have a threesome with you and Sam?

Andy asked weeks after our initial conversation. We were making pizza and sharing a tumbler of whiskey.

Yup.

I glanced at him, eyes lighting up while spreading red sauce on the dough.

I think I want to try it.

You think? Or you want to?

I smirked. I want to smartass.

He laughed tossing a piece of cheese at me.

***

Andy wraps his lips around the head of Sams dick, his thick fingers encircling the base. His eyes close as he moves back and forth, Sams hand on the back of his head. I stand and kiss him, slipping my tongue into his mouth my hand snaking through his hair. I notice Andy on his breath and its delicious.

I kiss his neck, glancing at Andy, still sucking Sams gorgeous cock. They both have stunning penises. Large, pale, with silky skin. Watching Andy made me want to suck him as well.

I trail the bumpiness of Sams spine until I reach his lower back as Andy holds on to Sams outer thighs. I slide between his cheeks and finger his asshole. I lick his neck, pull his earlobe with my teeth while he fucks Andys mouth.

Andy grips Sams thighs, leaving little indentions in his flesh. I push harder against Sams asshole, the tip of my middle finger sliding in. I want to lick you, I whisper in his ear, finger pulsing against him to indicate where I want to lick.

Thats going to make me come, he replies and we both look at Andy. He nods as he drags his lips along Sams shaft and says, Thats cool. I think I can swallow.

I laugh remembering my first time swallowing someones cum. It was a shock and had my gag reflex working overtime as the warm liquid slipped down my throat. With practice, I got better at anticipating and holding it until his orgasm was finished before swallowing.

I step behind Sam and get on my knees. I spread his cheeks open and bury my face there, pressing my tongue against his asshole and licking up to the base of his spine. I do this several times, relishing the intimacy of this act as I feel Andy place his hand on top of mine. I smile against Sams skin and push my tongue against him harder, noting his texture and shape.

I had been thinking about this so much, and getting off to the idea of it. Now that were here I want to give and receive as much as I am capable of. I want to see how Andy and Sam fit together, how they look while fucking and being fucked.

***

I have a question for you, I said to Sam over tacos one evening after work.

We were outside on the patio, the sun setting behind us, most of our food consumed. My hands were balled into fists in my lap beneath the table, my only reprieve from the nervousness I felt.

Whats that? he brushed a stray hair from his cheek, before stabbing a piece of chicken with his fork and popping it into his mouth.

Would you be interested in sleeping with Andy and me?

His eyes grew large, his eyebrows raising.

Well, he sipped his beer and I instantly regretted asking, afraid I was about to embarrassingly be turned down.

Its ok if you dont want to, I just wanted to ask, I stammered.

No, I do. I just didnt think Andy went that direction. Or is this more of a curiosity thing?

It is. I nod, my fear settling down.

Yeah, that sounds fun. he smiled. When?

***

Andy fervently strokes Sam, his full lips trailing the motion of his hand. I reach between Sams legs and hold his balls, his skin soaked with Andys spit.

I keep licking his asshole, my grip tightening on his balls. Sams thrusting becomes more forceful until I hear him come, the rhythmic spasming of his cock pulsing against Andys tongue as he holds his head there, everything suspended for a moment.

I watch Andy swallow and wipe his mouth with the back of his hand as Sam collapses on the bed.

Goddamn. He pushes his hand through his hair, his cock glistening. I join him, pulling Andy on top of me, kissing him, tasting Sam on his tongue. That was fun. I smile against his lips, reaching for Sam, and squeezing his thigh. Mm-hmm. he returns my kisses. Im dying to come all over you, I say, squeezing his dick. Where do you want me? Andy asks, grinning. On your back.

I straddle Andys hips and rub my clit with the tip of his cock. Sam sits up and kisses me as I wrap my arm around his waist.

I take my time kissing him, reveling in the shape and feeling of his soft lips. He slides his hand down my stomach then back up, brushing my nipples. As his tongue slips into my mouth, I push Andy inside of me, moaning against Sams lips, delighting at being filled.

Sam kisses my jaw, and neck before taking my nipple and flicking his tongue against it as I rock against Andy. Being this turned on sends sprawling energy through my hips, warmth flooding my pussy lips, my clit buzzing, desperate to release the building tension.

I want to hear you come, Sam says.

I think I can make that happen. I glance at Andy, his hands on my thighs, his eyes flitting between Sam and me.

Sam licks my other nipple as I grind against Andy. I watch his mouth, his light, sandy lashes, and his slender fingers squeezing me. I take mental snapshots of this to replay later, my minds eye wanting to bottle up the treasure of this experience.

He kisses Andy as I lean forward, planting my hand above Andys shoulder, my other gripping Sams cock. Andy thrusts harder, our bodies slapping against each other, the sight of them kissing floods my pussy with a rush of feverish exuberance.

My orgasm takes me by surprise. It was holding Sams cock while Andys was inside of me, and seeing them kiss that shoved me off of the cliff and sent me free falling into the depths of my own pleasure.

It is everything all at once, thrashing around my insides. My voice bellows, lungs heaving as an image of shattering glass raining down in my head flashes in my minds eye. My muscles steadily contract and expand, as I let go of Sam to sit upright, milking the experience for everything its worth.

I dont see the smiles on their faces until the sensations subside and I stop moving, an eruption of giggles tumbling out of me. I love hearing you come, Sam says lightly kissing my lips. I smile and climb off of Andy and kiss him as Sam puts Andys cock in his mouth. He and I watch Sams lips slide up and down Andys shaft. He sucks him harder and faster than I do. Andy moves his hips back and forth, his cock disappearing into Sams mouth and then reappearing, slick with saliva.

Sam lets go of Andy and kisses me. I notice his erection and feel desire flooding my belly.

What would you like? he asks. I look up at the ceiling and think briefly before saying, I want you to fuck Andy while he goes down on me.

Sam looks at Andy and he agrees.

I grab another condom, a bottle of lube, and hand them to Sam. I turn onto my back and open my legs for Andy. His hips are raised, waiting for Sams cock to enter him as he kisses my inner thighs. Sam smiles at me as he puts the condom on, and squeezes a generous amount of lube onto his palm. I close my eyes and lift my hips up to press harder against Andys mouth. He delicately slips his tongue over my clit. I imagine his touch is tentative because hes anticipating the stretching open of his asshole. I try to settle my eagerness by focusing on Sams chest, the fine downy hairs covering his skin, and wait for them to get situated before fucking Andys mouth.

Sam licks Andys asshole in several broad strokes. He moans against my cunt, his hands gripping my hips.

Andy slides the tip of his tongue along my crevice as Sam straightens, holding his dick, and rubbing the tip of it along Andys opening.

I push my hands through Andys hair with one hand while I tug on my nipple with my other hand. Sam gingerly pushes his cock inside of Andy and I see his face contort in discomfort then relax as Sam stops.

That ok? Sam asks. Yeah, its just a lot of pressure, Andy replies. Do you want me to stop? Nope, just not too fast.

I feel Andys hot breath, and then his lips sucking me before he laps at the place just above my clit. I push myself against him, moving slowly at first, then faster and harder.

Little things catch my eye, like Sams hand on Andys hip, his other hand stroking his mid to lower back while his hips thrust against him. I notice Andys brow furrowing, then relaxing as Sam fucks him.

Andy stops licking me to take deep breaths, his teeth sinking into my thigh, his hands tightening on my hips, before returning and then stopping. The inconsistency of his mouth on me teases my body. When I cant take it anymore, I rub myself while Andy pushes his tongue inside of me.

Im aware of my orgasm this time. It builds softly, a barely detectable whisper in the lowest part of my stomach and spreads down through my pussy. Andys tongue stays inside of me as I draw in a deep breath, rubbing myself harder as the sensation peaks and fades. The second one isnt as strong as the first.

Andy smiles as I push my hands into the tops of my thighs. I sit up as his head drops and relaxes, Sam still thrusting into him. I crawl over to Sam and kiss him, covering his hand with mine on Andys hip.

Andy, will you switch with me? Sam asks, smacking my ass. I smack him back and bite his shoulder. Sure. Where do you want me? I want to be on my back with you on top, he replies, slowly sliding out of him.

We rearrange ourselves. Andy pushes a condom over his erection and I slather lube on him.

Sam turns onto his back and brings his knees up to his chest.

Andy, gripping the base of his dick, enters him.

Is this ok?

Yeah, keep going, Sam exhales.

Andy pushes all the way in, his hands resting on Sams shins. I kiss and bite Sams nipples before kissing his mouth.

Our tongues push heatedly against each other as I slide my fingers along the length of his cock. I sit up and kiss Andy, glancing down in between kisses to see him sliding in and out of Sam.

I keep my hand where it is as Sam says Harder. to Andy.

I lie down next to Sam still stroking his cock, eyes glued to Andy as he ardently fucks him.

I enjoy their expressions, both of them lost in each other. I kiss Sams shoulder and tighten my grip on his shaft. I wonder if I can make Sam come at the same time as Andy.

Andys eyes close, the grip he has on Sams shins is tightening as he pulls his legs apart a little more. I slide my hand to the head of Sams dick and gather the pre-cum thats formed at the tip of my thumb. I lick it off grinning at Sam as he kisses me. I let go of his cock and wrap my fingers around his neck and squeeze as his tongue joins mine.

I hear Andy come then, the sound of his voice, deep and hoarse as he lets go inside of Sam. The feeling of him receiving so much pleasure fills me up.

I let go of Sams neck and pepper his lips, cheek, and jaw with feathery kisses as Andy eases out of him and collapses next to me. I turn over and kiss him, the saltiness of Sams skin still on my mouth, my hand lingering on Sams thigh.

Im ready for round two, I say to no one in particular.

Fuck yes, Sam says as he sits up, pushing my knees to my chest, and burying his face between my legs while Andy gathers a handful of my breast, and biting the nipple.

Im back to deciding whose cock I want to lick first.

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I Had A Threesome With My Lover And A FWB And It Was The Most Incredible Experience Of My Sexual Life

I cant decide whose cock I want to lick first.

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What do you think about having a threesome with Sam one day? I asked Andy late one night while we were sitting on my couch, facing each other, our legs tangled together.

That could be interesting. Hes pretty hot. he replied, his eyes shimmering. You want to?

I do. Sams fun, I just wanted to see if you had any interest before I mention it to him.

***

Sam moves his hand along Andys ribcage as he kisses his neck. Im wet, my fingers slick as I rub myself. My simmering desire is so insistent that I have to join them.

I grin, offering Sams cock to Andy.

***

Remember asking if I wanted to have a threesome with you and Sam?

Andy asked weeks after our initial conversation. We were making pizza and sharing a tumbler of whiskey.

Yup.

I glanced at him, eyes lighting up while spreading red sauce on the dough.

I think I want to try it.

You think? Or you want to?

I smirked. I want to smartass.

He laughed tossing a piece of cheese at me.

***

I kiss his neck, glancing at Andy, still sucking Sams gorgeous cock. They both have stunning penises. Large, pale, with silky skin. Watching Andy made me want to suck him as well.

Thats going to make me come, he replies and we both look at Andy. He nods as he drags his lips along Sams shaft and says, Thats cool. I think I can swallow.

***

I have a question for you, I said to Sam over tacos one evening after work.

We were outside on the patio, the sun setting behind us, most of our food consumed. My hands were balled into fists in my lap beneath the table, my only reprieve from the nervousness I felt.

Whats that? he brushed a stray hair from his cheek, before stabbing a piece of chicken with his fork and popping it into his mouth.

Would you be interested in sleeping with Andy and me?

His eyes grew large, his eyebrows raising.

Well, he sipped his beer and I instantly regretted asking, afraid I was about to embarrassingly be turned down.

Its ok if you dont want to, I just wanted to ask, I stammered.

No, I do. I just didnt think Andy went that direction. Or is this more of a curiosity thing?

It is. I nod, my fear settling down.

Yeah, that sounds fun. he smiled. When?

***

Andy fervently strokes Sam, his full lips trailing the motion of his hand. I reach between Sams legs and hold his balls, his skin soaked with Andys spit.

I watch Andy swallow and wipe his mouth with the back of his hand as Sam collapses on the bed.

I straddle Andys hips and rub my clit with the tip of his cock. Sam sits up and kisses me as I wrap my arm around his waist.

I want to hear you come, Sam says.

I think I can make that happen. I glance at Andy, his hands on my thighs, his eyes flitting between Sam and me.

Sam lets go of Andy and kisses me. I notice his erection and feel desire flooding my belly.

What would you like? he asks. I look up at the ceiling and think briefly before saying, I want you to fuck Andy while he goes down on me.

Sam looks at Andy and he agrees.

Sam licks Andys asshole in several broad strokes. He moans against my cunt, his hands gripping my hips.

Andy slides the tip of his tongue along my crevice as Sam straightens, holding his dick, and rubbing the tip of it along Andys opening.

That ok? Sam asks. Yeah, its just a lot of pressure, Andy replies. Do you want me to stop? Nope, just not too fast.

I feel Andys hot breath, and then his lips sucking me before he laps at the place just above my clit. I push myself against him, moving slowly at first, then faster and harder.

We rearrange ourselves. Andy pushes a condom over his erection and I slather lube on him.

Sam turns onto his back and brings his knees up to his chest.

Andy, gripping the base of his dick, enters him.

Is this ok?

Yeah, keep going, Sam exhales.

Andy pushes all the way in, his hands resting on Sams shins. I kiss and bite Sams nipples before kissing his mouth.

Our tongues push heatedly against each other as I slide my fingers along the length of his cock. I sit up and kiss Andy, glancing down in between kisses to see him sliding in and out of Sam.

I keep my hand where it is as Sam says Harder. to Andy.

I lie down next to Sam still stroking his cock, eyes glued to Andy as he ardently fucks him.

I enjoy their expressions, both of them lost in each other. I kiss Sams shoulder and tighten my grip on his shaft. I wonder if I can make Sam come at the same time as Andy.

I hear Andy come then, the sound of his voice, deep and hoarse as he lets go inside of Sam. The feeling of him receiving so much pleasure fills me up.

Im ready for round two, I say to no one in particular.

Fuck yes, Sam says as he sits up, pushing my knees to my chest, and burying his face between my legs while Andy gathers a handful of my breast, and biting the nipple.

Im back to deciding whose cock I want to lick first.

from All Of Beer http://allofbeer.com/2017/08/27/i-had-a-threesome-with-my-lover-and-a-fwb-and-it-was-the-most-incredible-experience-of-my-sexual-life/ from All of Beer https://allofbeercom.tumblr.com/post/164662506327

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Saviour: Chapter 9: (Warning: Graphic Chapter) “I’m Addicted To Things I Shouldn’t Want”

You know I love it when you’re down on your knees And I’m a junkie for the way that you please You shut me up when you swallow me down My back to the wall, you’re going to town

Sweating, with my back against the wall I look into those electric blue eyes before I feel his mouth on mine. Pulling back gently he runs his tongue along my bottom lip letting my know he wants entrance into my mouth. I part my lips slightly letting him steal dominance with his tongue. As he runs his tongue along my teeth I feel my breathing steadily increasing and my already tight pants becoming firmly uncomfortable. He begins to run his hands up and down my chest as he kisses his way down my neck agonizingly slowly.

I almost told you that I loved you Thank God I didn’t ‘cause it would’ve been a lie I say the damnedest things when you’re on top of me I almost told you that I loved you

Running one of his hands through my hair he pulls on it firmly forcing me to throw my head back exposing my neck as he attacks it with his lips. Nipping down on my Adam’s apple he runs his other hand along my inner thigh making a moan escape out of my mouth. I can feel him smile against my neck because he knows he’s got me in his command now. Cocky Bastard…

I hate to say it but it has to be said You look so fragile as I fuck with your head I know it shouldn’t but it’s getting me off If sex is the drug then what is the cost?

Slamming me against the wall he undoes the button and zipper on my jeans. I gasp as he takes his left hand and shoves it down my pants firmly squeezing my cock tightly as he reaches his right hand around to grip my ass. Crashing his lips onto mine he begins jacking me off while still maintaining a firm hold on my ass…

I almost told you that I loved you Thank God I didn’t 'cause it would’ve been a lie I say the damnedest things when you’re on top of me I almost told you that I loved you

“Andy, please. I can’t take this,” I whimper as I break off our kiss and feel my precum filling my jeans and his hand slowly. Knowing what I want he pulls his hand out of my pants and licks the precum off of his fingers. I watch him with every move afraid that if I even blink I may miss something. Bending down on his knees he hooks his hands into the waistline of my jeans and tugs them down exposing my swollen cock…

I’m not the one that you want, not the one that you need My love is like a fucking disease You can give me your hand, you can make your demands I’m the hardest mother fucker to please

Wrapping his hand firmly around my cock he squeezes it gently making the head, if possible, even more swollen as he brushes his lips against it. “Oh God Andy. Please quit fucking with me,” I growl as I give him a death glare. He gives me his world famous smirk before he finally takes me into his mouth. Swirling his tongue around the base of my cock I feel my knees quickly being to weaken. I won’t be able to take much of this…

I almost told you that I loved you Thank God I didn’t 'cause it would’ve been a lie I say the damnedest things when you’re on top of me I almost told you that I loved you

I throw my head back and arch my back while moaning escapes my mouth as he grips my waist tightly and takes the full length of my cock into his throat…

“Ash…”

A familiar sensation begins to expand in the pit of my stomach as I run my hand through his hair pulling it roughly.

“Ashley…”

I help guide his head along as I watch his experienced mouth work me until I finally feel my orgasm starting to take hold of me and I brace myself holding his head in place…

“ASHLEY!”

“What?” I scream as I jump awake. Totally confused and utterly bewildered I look up to see Andy hovering over me. “What happened?”

“Well apparently you feel asleep and by the looks of it you were having a pretty great dream,” he says giving me that damn smirk as he bends over to look at my cd’s on the bottom shelf of my bookcase.

“Shut up,” I say sitting up. I run my hands through my hair and look around me. I quickly start to remember that I had decided earlier to take a nap. It has been a week since I was in the hospital but I still haven’t recuperated from it. I am still tired and worn out but I am finally starting to feel better. The anxiety I have been carrying around with me for eight months seemed to be vanishing faster and I am starting to feel excitement again.

Trying to ignore the fact that I still have a raging boner in my pants I look over at Andy. He catches me watching him and I quickly have to advert my eyes away from his ass being bent over in front of me.

“Are you okay man? You seem a little distracted. If you need to take a trip to the bathroom to take care of yourself I can chill out here a minute OR I can take care of it for you,” he says standing straight up while walking towards me.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about and you stay over there,” I say as I try to think of things that turn me off like my mom, for example. But him standing here in front of me with jeans on so low he might as well not be wearing any and no shirt is making it hard for me to think about or focus on anything else.

“Oh okay. That’s why when I came in here a couple of minutes ago you were laying here on the couch with one, your back arched, two, you were moaning so loud I’m surprised the neighbors couldn’t hear you and three, you have the case of a Wizarding tent in your pants and don’t deny it because you know it’s true.”

“Okay one, the wizarding tent thing. Harry Potter really? And two, you may be right but it’s not my fault. I can’t help what I dream.”

“That’s true. What or who, should I say, were you dreaming about anyway?” he asks as he sits down way too close to me.

“That is none of your business thank you very much. Now if you’ll excuse me I have a little problem that I need to go take care of,” I say as I stand up.

“Little problem? Baby it’s anything but little,” he says with cockiness.

Smiling to myself I give his body one last look up and down. I make my way to the bathroom with nothing but my release on my mind.

I shut the door and lock it behind me. I don’t need him to come sneaking in here unexpectedly and surprising me. I decide at the last minute to take a shower and turn on the hot water. Shedding my jeans I step into the shower and let the water cascade down my body. I start to think about my dream as I run my hands down my stomach. I am really disappointed that I didn’t get to have my release. Andy just had to choose that opportune moment to wake me up. He probably did it on purpose because that’s the way he is.

I close my eyes and tilt my head back as the images from my dream flood back into my head. Replaying the scenes over in my mind I reach down and wrap my hand around my cock imagining that it’s Andy full lips and I slowly begin to jack myself off. My body begins to quiver and shudder and I grip the shower door as I finally explode into my hand. Keeping my eyes closed I rock back and forth riding out my orgasm as I imagine Andy bent over in front of me.

I finally open my eyes and lean against the wall to keep myself steady as I come down from my high. After a couple of minutes I begin to wash my hair and I come to the conclusion that Andrew Biersack can officially be considered a drug. One that I will now and forever be addicted to…

#Andley #Andy Biersack #Ashley Purdy #CC #Christian Coma #Jinxx #Jake Pitts #Sammi #BVB #Black Veil Brides

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