#maybe deh though

[ya-what--ya-erster]

EXPENSIVE HEADPHONES IS R E A L

[br1ghtestlight]

i like to think during louise's speech jimmy jr was looking at andy and ollie and their big fish like 👀 even though they absolutely not do have the same relationship tina has w/ her siblings and he isnt even really that good of a big brother. he probably WISHES that he could have a closer bond with them but he doesn't even know how to do that so he's kinda jealous of tina for being so much better than him while also wanting andy and ollie to kinda idolize him (which louise does not idolize tina and neither does gene tbf)

[unproduciblesmackdown]

fun connection on this archived kickstarter update from the 2011 production/s of "the bus" as found by @broadway-heere-i-come ft. many pics from their trip to wichita, kansas for several performances there, including this one

fantastic stuff & was noticing that it seems like partly legible lyrics back there, which sent me over to consult that q&a sincerely me vlog again like hang on lol. and sure enough

lo, behold

[whoseholtz]

if i could tell her | will smith

pairing : will smith x fem!reader

warnings : the BRIEFEST mention of being drunk underage, cursing, situationships (ick), reader is a theater kid, use of y/n, dear evan hansen, kissing, but just sickening fluffiness mainly <3

summary : will finally plucks up the courage to tell y/n he wants their relationship be more than just casual, and when he tries confessing he unintentionally quotes dear evan hansen

word count : 2.5k

Y/N and Will had been casually ‘going out’ for around a month now, but due to their conflicting schedules, they rarely got time alone together. Whenever either party had ever felt like they had the right moment to attempt at confessing, something always seemed to come up, or in many cases, ruin the moment.

The previous Monday, Will was quite literally seconds away from finally, officially, asking Y/N out. But do you know what happened? Gabe interrupted; the moment was perfect, and his teammate had ruined it.

Will attempted not to seem phased by it and tried to move on, but he still felt a hint of bitterness in his stomach when he thought back to that day.

However, the failed attempts aside, Will was determined that today was the day; in a few hours, Y/N would be his girlfriend and he would be her boyfriend. At least that was the hope.

Everything was planned out; that very night was Y/N’s first performance in front of a sold-out audience as Evan Hansen in BC’s production of DEH. He was so proud of her to be able to land the main role in the musical, nevermind that it was a usually male-dominated part to have.

Will has spent hours with her rehearsing, reading lines back and forth to help her learn them perfectly and not mess up. The girl had already known the entire musical by heart, but conditioning yourself to then only play one role was actually quite difficult, something she found out rather quickly.

While the boy wouldn't admit it, he actually enjoyed the soundtrack and found himself listening to the songs in his day-to-day life, even on the way to training.

On one particular occasion, he’d been walking to the rink on his own before Gabe and Ryan had joined him, and due to the noise canceling on his headphones, he hadn't realized until Ryan had nudged him in the side lightly, he'd jumped and paused his music.

This led to him being asked what he was listening to, and without really thinking, he’d replied, “Oh, just Dear Evan Hansen, you know.” Needless to say, he’d been teased for being a theater kid multiple times since then.

This musical had somewhat become a shared passion between Will and Y/N, and even though the hockey player wasn't directly involved in the production, he still felt as though he had become a part of the family that was the cast and crew. Most of his time was taken up by hockey, but that didn't stop him from popping in and helping wherever he could.

Ironically, the group had always referred to Will as “Y/N’s boyfriend," and every time either of them tried to remind anybody that they weren't official yet, eyes would be rolled and unconvinced looks would be pointedly given. So, maybe it was about time they could make the nickname accurate.

Special. That’s what he wanted this to be: special. It was all planned out to be just that, and with the night that it was going to be, Will thought it was no better timing than the present.

Smiling to himself, he thought about the fact that, if all went to plan, he could be cheering from the audience for his girlfriend, not just whatever he was supposed to call her right now.

Presently, Will stood at the entry to the block of dorms Y/N stayed in. He had asked his teammates to help pick an outfit for him and hoped it would impress the girl he was hoping to sweep off her feet.

He wore his favorite suit, a maroon-red color similar to the colors of Boston College itself, with a matching tie and white shirt. Perhaps it was cliche; the more he thought about it, the worse those concerns made him worry, but he brushed the thoughts out of his mind, watching the doorway with anticipation.

In his hands, he held a sweet bouquet of flowers—pink tulips, to be exact. No, he couldn't confirm they were her favorite flower, but he always associated her with the flowers. The first time he looked on her Instagram, the emoji in her bio stood out to him immediately.

He had accidentally admitted this fact to the old lady who owned the local florist, but instead of laughing at him, the lady smiled with a twinkle in her eye, muttering something affectionately along the lines of “young love.”

A creak from the door in front of him swiftly took him back to his current situation, and he looked up, his voice catching in his throat for a moment. In front of him was a flustered Y/N, and Will truly felt like the luckiest person in the world.

“Hi!” the girl squeaked out enthusiastically. "Sorry, I took a little longer than you probably expected; I couldn't find my key,” she explained, looking slightly guilty.

“It’s no problem; genuinely, I would’ve waited hours if you needed me to.” Will spoke sweetly. Y/N took it as a dramatic use of hyperbole, but in the boy’s mind, he was speaking nothing but the truth. “These are for you,” he added, handing the bouquet of tulips to the girl. “I didn't know which flowers you liked, but, uh, these reminded me of you.”

“They're gorgeous! And... pink tulips are actually my favorite; you must be psychic.” or maybe he just looked at her Instagram too many times—the same difference, really. Y/N was sure that her heart rate was about 1000 beats per minute, but she calmed herself down with some deep breaths.

“Could I?” She gestured her head between the flowers and the hallway she had just appeared from, asking if she could go and put the flowers back in her dorm, and Will nodded, silently sighing in relief at a moment to get himself together.

After a few minutes, Y/N got back, and Will offered his arm for her to take. She did as prompted, and he led her onward. The first part of his plan was in motion; phew, now all he had to do was not mess up the date or the whole part where he was going to ask Y/N to be his girlfriend.

Unfortunately, part of the plan had Will relying on his friends. Yes, he trusted them, but he still anxiously awaited what he was going to be presented with when they arrived at the park.

He had spent all morning preparing a picnic basket of foods for their date; he’d even taken a trip to a store to buy a wicker basket and a red check blanket to fully complete the aesthetic.

Yet, he was (thankfully) pleasantly surprised when, as he brought the girl through the park, his picnic was perfectly set out for their date. He’d need to remember to thank the boys later. Will looked at Y/N, nervous for her reaction, to see what could only be described as pure joy painted across her expression.

“Will! This is so cute,” she let out a squeal of awe. “You didn't have to; oh my gosh, this is so cute.” She promptly wrapped her arms around the boy, kissing him on the cheek in excitement. His cheeks lit up at this, because while she’d kissed him on the cheek before, it never stopped feeling like the first.

They sat together in the afternoon sun, engaged in conversations about many topics ranging from hockey to Taylor Swift, but somehow, the topic of Dear Evan Hansen had not come up yet, which Will sort of wanted it to, so he could approach what he’d been waiting to say for a long while now.

“And then the show's tonight, and like Ms. Laynor said, we could have a few hours to ourselves before we had to get ready for the opening, right? But she never specified what time we needed to be at the theater, so I just thought four hours before was good, you know. Arrive at 4 p.m. in time for the show at 8, perfect!” Y/N ranted on slightly, but Will listened intently, nodding in agreement with her decision.

“Yeah, I think four hours is good, and if she needs you before then she can always message you.” Will reassured the girl, his eyes twinkling affectionately at the passion she held for the theater. Just seeing the smile that graced her face made the boy know this was it—this was the time he was going to do it. He wasn't sure why he knew, but the moment felt right. He took a deep breath before speaking.

“There's really nothing like your smile; have I ever told you that? It's sort of subtle, but real, and it's perfect." Will started; he had a habit of talking with his hands, and as he spoke, it was highlighted. “And I don't think you know how amazing seeing your smile can make someone feel—can make me feel!”

Y/N watched him talk, stunned and speechless as Will confessed what he had never had the guts to speak out loud before. “And I know that when you're bored in class, you start doodling in the margin of your books, and I noticed that you annotate your books with a pen when you see something you like.”

Admitting this took bravery, but honestly speaking, the boy still hadn't come to terms with the fact that this was actually real.

“But I’ve kept it all inside; I haven't said it to you. I’ve wanted to, seriously, but I couldn't seem to talk to you about it; I couldn't find a way, and I didn't know if we were on the same page because sometimes it feels like we're a million worlds apart, so it was like, where am I meant to start? And how do I say it?"

He took a long breath before he said the most important part, “I love you.”

That was it; he’d done it; he’d said it. There was no taking it back now. He felt close to exploding as he looked directly into her eyes for the first time since he’d started talking. Y/N looked close to crying. Will could only hope that was positive, but the demons in his head only told him of the rejection that was coming.

“Will. I don't know what to say. He braced himself for the harsh reality check he feared was building. “That's the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard. Wow. I love you too, seriously.”

He deflated, “I get it,” before his mind fully comprehended what he’d just heard. “Wait, what?” His previously crestfallen body language perked up instantly. Did she seriously say what he thought she had? Surely he had to be dreaming, and resisting the urge to pinch himself to check was becoming increasingly difficult.

“I love you too,” she smiled. “And I think if I hadn't already been, the fact you just quoted Dear Evan Hansen to tell me how you felt would've made me fall in love on the spot.” She said it meaningfully; his words had been quotes from a song, yet somehow, everything he said felt raw and honest, like he had written the song about her.

With the realization of what he’d done, Will groaned inwardly, “Fuck, there's no way I plagiarized my confession of love from Dear Evan Hansen. I’m so embarrassing.” He knew the words had been too smooth to be completely his own, but of all the things he had to quote from, It was the musical his girlfriend was going to perform in a few hours.

“What? No, you aren't! You genuinely don't know how much it means. You spent so much time helping me rehearse for the performance when you didn't have to, when we weren't boyfriend and girlfriend, but you did anyway. And you memorized the lyrics, and now you're quoting the songs when you tell me you love me.”

Y/N looked at him with an expression of pure adoration and said, “You're not embarrassing at all; you're just possibly the sweetest person I’ve ever met.”

“I never meant it in a bad way that it was quotes from there. I mean, you changed it so it would fit me; that's just about the most thoughtful thing in the history of things. It was personal, to me and to us; that's what matters.” and she was extremely serious when she said that.

The idea that someone she'd fallen in love with cared at all about her passions meant everything, and then for the love to be requited felt like a million years of joy all at once. The boy felt the same, along with a major sense of relief and, well, a hint of lingering embarrassment.

“I’m glad, wow. I’ve been waiting so long to finally tell you this. I can't even believe it's just happened and that you actually like me back, and all the rejection scenarios I imagined were stupid.” He was cut off by the pressing of a kiss on his lips.

“Shut up,” she mumbled affectionately against his lips, smiling slightly into the kiss. Any of their previous fluttering, drunk kisses were forgotten at this moment; the passion after months of mutual pining solidified this as the first kiss, not just for them as a couple but for them as people too.

They continued for a few seconds before both of them lay down on the blanket, somewhat starstruck, letting the situation completely settle in their minds. It was a comfortable silence as they replayed the moment in their heads like a film reel.

It had gotten to 4 p.m. and Y/N had left for the theater. Will spent the time he had between then and the show in a few hours processing everything that had gone down. It honestly shocked him that he’d ever followed through with the plan to begin with.

Fast forward to the performance. Will sat in one of the closest rows to the stage, excited to watch Y/N perform a project she’d been working on for so long. Personally, he was extremely impressed; the entire cast had worked their asses off, and it was definitely worth it.

While Will had listened to the soundtrack, he’d never seen the full musical performed, and seeing it there was something special, especially knowing how much it meant to the people on stage. As the production came to an end and the cast performed their curtain call, the audience gave them a standing ovation.

Y/N, as the title character, got her own turn to bow and take in the true feeling of the audience clapping for you and cheering for you. The feeling was indescribable, but at that time she felt on top of the world, lost in the moment, at a peak in her life.

She was grinning ear to ear as she met the eyes of Will in the crowd, and this somehow prompted the hockey player to shout, “That’s my girlfriend!” at the top of his lungs.

Needless to say, he was extremely embarrassed that he'd said that out loud, but it got his point across in a pretty public way, no doubt about that. Y/N laughed slightly before the rest of the cast joined back into a line with her, taking their final bows as the curtain closed, the show ending.

a/n :: thank you for reading!! the formatting ended up a bit weird and i had to reupload this bc tumblr decided to bully me and not submit this to tags... but hopefully it works now and i hope you enjoyed :3

[night-raven-miscellany]

Calypso was, as per usual, bored, as she sat around the Ramshackle Dorm, doing nothing. Maybe she could dance for a bit? No, not enough energy for that at the moment. Study, perhaps? …Not that enticing either. After all, she was still trying to get used to her new atmosphere. It wasn’t easy to make friends when every time she said, “Hey! I’m from a different universe!”, most people would look at her like she had grown two heads. So she quit that approach.

But, being lonely wasn’t ideal, especially in an unfamiliar, and potentially dangerous environment. So, she had to make at least one friend, someone who would have her back. It was with that revelation that she arose from her bed with a sigh, grabbing her coat as she prepared to walk around the school’s campus. She hadn’t explored it fully just yet, so she figured that she could make good use of her time by familiarizing herself with her surroundings. Couldn’t do much harm, anyway.

As she neared the courtyard, a figure standing in the midst of it caught her attention. They looked a little familiar, and a little voice in the back of her head told her she’d seen them around before. Wait…that was it! The girl from the newspaper! What was her name? …She forgot. Well, a proper introduction wouldn’t hurt, anyway.

Calypso walked up behind the girl, lightly tapping her on her shoulder to get her attention. She cleared her throat lightly before speaking up.

“Uh…‘ello ‘dere! Wah gwaan? You’s the girl from deh newspaper, ain’t that right? Name’s Calypso, by the way,” she said, extending her hand for a handshake.

-- @bubblin-trouble

*Yuna had been aimlessly wandering the premises for fun, humming to herself as she explored around the place when she felt a tap on her shoulder.*

Mm? Oh, hey there. I'm surprised you recognized me from the paper but yeah, I occasionally do stuff for em once in a while n sometimes they write about me (though that's usually because I've gotten myself tangled up in some random nonsense...).

*Yuna nods as she accepts the handshake and smiles.*

Nice to meet you, Calypso. The name's Yuna. I feel like I should be more used to seeing strangers around here by now, but it's still nice to see new faces here. 'Specially cause campus is so big, you know?

[dragon-queen21]

Regressor Pavitr + CG Noir fic

Tw: Implied self harm & depression

Summary Pav realizes Noir is in pain, even when he insists to the regressor that everything is fine. Pav decides to make it his mission to take care of and cheer up his caregiver.

ao3 link

Pav had been excited at the idea of having Noir watch over him regressed. He enjoyed the older spiderman’s company and while he preferred one of his closer friends, he understood that sometimes there were other things that got in the way.

He didn’t expect Noir to play with him, not like Gwen or Miles would have. After all, the black and white spider wasn’t either of his friends so it would be foolish to believe he would have the same type of manner when babysitting him.

Still, Pav isn’t dumb. He can tell that Noir isn’t doing the best. His caregiver seems, simply put, soggy, lying on the living room’s couch, staring up at nothing. Sure, Noir’s still his usual self, and Pav doubts that he would have taken up Hobie’s request at babysitting if he truly wasn’t doing alright. That doesn’t change the fact that something seems off about him. Noir seemed almost detached from the world around him.

Pav doesn’t get it completely. Maybe if he was in a normal headspace he would, but currently he’s five, confused, and wishing that one of his friends were here to help him figure out how to make the bad, nagging feeling go away.

The caregiver only hoists himself to a sitting position when the regressor comes over to him and stares for a very long moment. “Hey bud, what’s the matter?” Noir asks as Pavitr approaches him, stuffed bear in hand.

“You otay?” Pav asks. “Something hurt?”

Noir makes a sound of confusion at the seemingly random question. “I’m not hurt.” He defends himself, trying to figure out where this sudden line of questioning came from. Up until a moment ago Pavitr was happily playing by himself. At least, Noir’s pretty certain that he was. He did let his thoughts wander for quite some time…

“Sure? You seem soggy.”

“What made you think that?”

“Cause you’re laying there all ‘bleh!’” Pav sticks his tongue out in an over exaggerated re-enactment of the older spider.

Noir chuckles and the little’s dramatics. “That’s because I don’t have the endless amounts of energy that you have kiddo.” He ruffle’s Pavitr’s hair.

“Nooo, that’s not it. You feel bad, I can tell.” He gasps suddenly. “Oh no! You has the big sad don’t you?!”

Noir can’t help but laugh at this declaration. “The what now?”

“You know! Deh-dell-deep-depur-” Pav pouts at a momentary loss of words. Curse his fuzzy brain for not working right.

“Depression?” Noir supplies after listening to a full minute of the little trying and struggling to find the correct word.

“Yes! The big sad! See you do to know it!”

Noir chuckles, though Pav hears him curse under his breath. “I’ve been informed. You’re too young to be inconvenienced about such matters like this anyways. Everything is fine. Don’t worry about it.”

He ruffles Pav’s hair once again, while the regressor frowns. ‘Everything’s fine’ and ‘Don’t worry about it’ are two very different answers.

While it might be true that nothing did hurt on the outside, he’s sure that the hurt is on the inside, and that just might be worse. Pavitr doesn’t know how to fix either one. He’s not sure that he would even if he wasn’t regressed. That’s not going to stop him from attempting to anyhow.

“Can I do somethins?” He asks, just in case there is an easy solution.

“I’m doing just fine, you don’t have to do anything for me.” Noir tries to again convince the regressor that nothing is wrong. It’s obvious that Pav is not going to stop asking if, he finally tells the regressor a half truth. “Just a bit tired right now.”

He does look tired. Pavitr’s frown only deepens. He can’t help but feel a bit bad for being small and taking up the other’s precious time. Remembering that Noir had insisted that he could watch over him doesn’t help all that much in making him feel better.

“Need nap time?” The regressed spider asks. Usually, he can’t stand when any of his friends insists that he needs a nap, always wound up with too much energy. He’s willing to sleep if it will make Noir feel better.

The mentally older shakes his head no. “I don’t need a nap; I doubt you want one either.”

This time Pav shakes his head in agreement alongside the other.

“Besides, I should probably make you something to eat.”

“Not hungry.” He protests, not wanting the subject to be changed. He’s going to get to the bottom of how to help he swears.

“Kid...” Noir does sound tired. He sighs, again. “Fine. I’m not going to force you, that would be plain hypocritical. Something to drink then?”

The two make there way into the kitchen where Pav promptly takes a seat at the table. Drumming his fingers along the smooth wood as he watches his caregiver rummage around for a cup.

He’s given a sippy cup full of orange juice, which Pav happily sips from along with being handed a box of colored crayons and some sheets of blank paper. “Thought you’d like to color.” Noir says, taking a seat across from the little.

Pav beams, suddenly struck with inspiration. He’s going to make a drawing to give to Noir that will be so amazing his caregiver won’t be able to do anything other than cheer up!

The two sit drawing together. Enjoying one another’s presence.

“Can you grab me a blue crayon kiddo?”

Pavitr nods, selecting a navy blue from the box and handing it over the older spider man. Noir frowns.

“I asked for a blue one silly, not red.”

Pav giggles. “Dat is blue.”

“No. No I’m sure that it’s not.”

“Yeah it is.”

“No this one’s blue.” Noir grabs a green crayon, causing Pav to start laughing all over again.

He grabs ahold of Noir’s arm in order to take back the incorrect crayon and replace it with the right color when he notices something odd.

Dark lines scattered across the other’s skin. Some more faded ones run along Noir’s wrists, hidden beneath the sleeves of the older spider’s shirt, other’s that take on a silvery grey against the monotone skin.

Pav sees the scars and gasps. “You are hurt!” Pav exclaims. He feels like crying, whether from the betrayal or from the familiar implication of what scars like that mean, he doesn’t know.

“No sunshine. These are from a long, long time ago.” Noir insists.

His words fall on deaf ears as Pav leaps from his seat, running out of the room.

“Pav?!” Noir curses once more and gets up to follow Pav.

He comes to the bathroom, the door isn’t closed, and Pav is sitting on the floor struggling with something in his hands. Noir is about to apologize for upsetting him when the mentally younger looks up at him and holds out what looks to be a small slip of paper.

“Stupid-” Pav seems frustrated, shaking one of the items in his grasp. “Open?” he holds it out toward his caregiver.

Noir takes the item confused.

Pavitr, doesn’t offer any type of explanation, hands quickly occupied with trying to get the paper off another one. This time he manages to get it opened.

“Noir! Look!” The regressor exclaims, placing the band-aid over already healed scars. It’s bright blue. The color is shockingly vibrant against Noir’s skin.

Pav grabs the one Noir was opening, places it on his caregiver’s other hand.

Then another, this one wrapped around one of his fingers. There’s one soon after that is placed on his palm.

The regressor gets to the fifth bandage before Noir finally finds his voice.

“What are you doing?”

Pav notes that he sounds baffled. Which is silly, because it’s should be clean what he’s doing. “Hobie does when I get ouchie. Makes all better.”

“Oh darling… That’s sweet bu-” he doesn’t get to finish.

“Oh! I ‘most forgot.” Pav grabs Noir’s now colorfully bandages hands and drags the caregiver back towards the kitchen.

He retrieves the drawing that he had been working on during his lunch. “Tada! Is for you.” He holds up the drawing.

A very childlike doodle of what appears to be the Pav and Noir standing together outside with a bunch of flowers. The regressor seemed to use every bright, neon color, that was available in the box of crayons in order to color in the background.

Noir isn’t sure what to say. Pav’s no artist, even less of one in headspace, yet Noir can’t recall the last time he had gotten something so sweet. He ruffles the boy’s hair, genuinely smiling as he takes the paper from the boy’s hands. “It’s gorgeous. You did a wonderful job.”

“Wan’ to make you happy.”

“Oh kid, you already make me happy.”

~~~

Finally wrote an agere fic with Noir in it. I’ve been wanting to do a fic with a kinda role reversal, where it’s the caregiver getting ‘taken care of’ by a regressor. And with that idea in mind I couldn’t not do something with Noir. He’s honestly the perfect character for this + I love him and I will take any excuses to write about him. Let me know what you think <3

[the-chains-cafe]

Sorry for all the reblogs… I’m gonna give you one last notification. Please don’t hate me.

What’s your favorite musical? I’m so so sorry if this question has already been asked, I kinda skipped all the lore and just admired the art— I AM GOING BACK TO READ THE LORE THOUGH! And do your guys like musicals as well? If so, which ones?

Thank you so very much for sharing your talent with the world! You are wonderful!

Man, I love you XD

No need to apologize!! Reblogs are always welcome

My favorite musical changes every few weeks, but right now its epic the musical. A few days ago it was a mix of falsettos and something rotten, and a few weeks before that it was some like it hot (boy I LOVE this one)

Honorable mentions tho are: the waitress (love this one too AAAA) mean girls, legally blonde (AAAAA) catch me if you can, uhh hadestown and Hamilton

I think the ones actually listening to musicals are probably Ravio, Midna, Flora, Twi (because he’s basically forced lol) and groose maybe. Styla, Artemis/Athena, Hilda as well

Yea it’s mainly the theatre gang and some of their friends/partners

Im just gonna make a List hold on

Ravio: I think he loves mean girls and some like it hot. He probably listens to more … happier musicals that don’t give you emotional damage every time you listen to them. Might like Cmiyc as well. He loves Christian Borle. (Like me) enjoys sad/emotional ones too tho like DeH, Hamilton, hadestown, waitress.

Midna: heathers, Beetlejuice, school of rock? Also she adores Alex brightman

Flora: little shop of horrors. (Haven’t fully listened to it but I think it’s something might like?) hadestown. Erika henningsen vibes.

Twi: he likes some songs from the great comet and wicked, and heathers. Has to listen to Midna sing literally any musical. Rip doggo boi

Groose: something rotten, tootsie, BMC

Styla: legally blonde, mean girls, wicked, Annie, Anastasia, six

Artemis/Athena: she would love epic lol, tootsie probably

Hilda: deh, some like it hot, six, mmmm yeah.

I think legend might also listen to musicals

Probably: Hamilton, Waitress, chocolate factory, Smash/Bombshell,

[shiftingsatyr]

GUYS!!!

I think I MINISHIFTED (Not sure if it counts as a full blown shift) last night!!! (Maybe twice??) Also long post warning!

So I went to sleep like normal after listening to some subs (Note: I had taken a short shifting break and only last night decided to start trying again) and I laid down n went to sleep while doing my affirmations

In my dreams I was running around a race track when suddenly I looked down at my hands and they were ALL FUCKED UP LOOKING (Like my fingers were bent in unnatural ways or extremely short) and so I knew I was dreaming and said to myself "This is a dream! I should try shifting!" So I walked over to a closed door and I started chanting "This door leads to my DEH DR, This door leads to my desired reality" (Idk why it's always my DEH DR that comes to my mind first, maybe cause it's the most realistic of my DRs?) And then I opened it and walked through, ending up on a sidewalk in a neighborhood I didn't recognize

I walked on the sidewalk for a few minutes, looking at all the houses before I stopped at this one house (It was rlly fancy) with a balcony and there on the balcony was Connor looking at the sky. I got so excited to see him that I think I shifted out of the reality though (Lmao) cause before I could yell anything at him I was back in my bed in my CR

I then immediately tried to go back (Because why tf wouldn't I?) only to be back at the damm race track! Luckily I knew what to do and looked at my messed up hands again and went back to the door BUT THIS TIME, I ended up in one of my D&D DRs (I think? I literally couldn't tell because no recognizable people were around so this one might've just been a dream :/ ) I had a bow and arrow set plus my sword and was organizing my satchel bag of gold so it honestly wasn't as exciting as I'd hoped but it DOES give me hope that I'll shift to either of my D&D DRs (again?) soon!

[pippinlvr]

Itz me, again :3 I'd love to get a recommendation because I definitely need to branch out my musical tastes 😭

I'm Seth, absolute favorite musicals would probably be Be More Chill and Dear Evan Hansen. Outside of musicals I mostly enjoy metal/rock/the occasional pop song/Midwest emo, favorite color is green. I hope u have a rlly nice day <33

YAYAYAY so glad you're back!! there's a very good chance you've already listened/watched this one, but I think it suits you so well, I have to use it (let me know if you want another one, too <33)

HEATHERS

i feel like this really fits the whole angsty teen boy in school theme you see in DEH and BMC (both SO great btw), and has a lot of those same sort of songs. I feel like it'll help you branch out a little though, because it has a little bit of a different feel with the music (though I actually think it has a lot of the music you mentioned in your fav genres, especially a hint of kind-of-maybe-rock in some of the songs?? maybe??)

also!! my favorite heather (heather duke) wears green so thats a little connection too <333

my favorite song is definitely:

THE REPRISE HITS DIFFERENT!!

thank you so so much for sending this in pookie!!! Let me know what you think <33 and if you’ve already seen this one feel free to send in another request! (THAT GOES FOR EVERYONE- I LOVE DOING THESE <33)

BYEE

[musical-theatre-gay]

GOD i never did an intro post

heyy if you’re reading this have a good day 🫶 (please send me an ask or a message i’m lonely🙏)

hi i don’t have a name give me one :3

i use they/any pronouns and am sapphic! i will talk to almost anyone even though i am an istp

pretty sure i’m neurodivergent so maybe use tone tags in asks or dms?

my favorite musicals are:

hadestown (im obsessed)

rent the musical

mean girls

other musicals i love include bmc, deh, beetlejuice, moulin rouge, six, les mis, heathers, wicked, the great gatsby, in the heights, and many more

AVID READER book fandoms i’m in ⬇️

the hunger games (bosas🥇 & team madge for life)

percy jackson + almost all rick riordan

one of us is lying series

other books i love are i fell in love with hope, how it feels to float, the honeys, the society for soulless girls, and i’m pretty sure i have short-term memory loss so i can’t remember the rest <3

feel free to ask me about my ships for all of these fandoms if you’re curious!!!

my music taste is musicals and indie!!!

favorite songs include all of the hadestown soundtrack, keep the car running by arcade fire, one for the road by arctic monkeys, and jimmy sparks by the lumineers

favorite actors are (guess) eva noblezada, reeve carney, jeremy jordan, + many others

might add to this but mostly that’s me!!!! 🎉

[kn11ves]

hey so after hearing an utterly horrific pronunciation of the word "nahuatl" that scared me straight out of my native skin ("nah-wah-toll", he said) just as a pointer whenever you read a nahuatl word the ending "-tl" is pronounced sort of like a hiss with a tongue touching the roof of your mouth? its not nah-wah-toll, its not even nah-wah like a lot of mexicans believe, the "tl" sound comes from the way you push air through your mouth from the back of your throat

the way i figure how to make the "TL" sound is to put your tongue on the roof of your mouth. now, without removing your tongue from the roof, try making the sound of an "h" with a mouth halfway closed. you should feel the way the air blows through both of your cheeks and comes out sounding like a lisp-sound. thats the point! the hiss definitely sounds like a lisp. you may need to practice this a bunch to get the sound right

there isnt an phonetic equivalent to "tl" i can figure how to write out for you because "tl" is a sound of its own. you have to say na-hua-TL its already written the way its supposed to be read! the only problem is that people do not know how to pronounce the "tl" sound and will make approximations which i know its tough but it is wrong (though ill take nah-wah over NAH-WAH-TOLL)

this is a YT shorts of a man saying "nahuatl" and different nahuatl words and how theyre pronounced

this is a 7 minute video of a man who guides you on HOW to make the noise "tl"

some reminders while im at it:

-we are not aztecs, we do not speak aztec. we are native mexicans (most of us. im not speaking about immigrants to mexico obviously) and most of us who speak an indigenous language speak nahuatl, so we may call ourselves nahua or descendants from the mexica

-though not everyone speaks nahuatl, there are 68 different indigenous ethnic groups in mexico we have. variety.

-certain dialects of nahuatl spoken in michoacan or just southern mexico for example may choose to prefer the "T" in nahuatl words and pronounce say ahuacatl as "A-wah-cat" or maybe prefer the "L" sound and say "A-wah-cal". it really depends

-(pet peeve but) AXOLOTL is "ah-sho-lo-tl" and not "axe-ah-loddel"

-no u are not saying the word in english and therefore are going to pronounce it like a yank

-if you can say rendezvous like "ron-deh-vu" and not like "ren-des-voos" then you can say nuahuatl words the way theyre meant to be said!! our language has gotten so eroded and the only way we can keep it alive is by trying to say things as theyre meant to ok

[ya-what--ya-erster]

I don't know if I have said this before

Those of you who complain about how Evan never apologizes even though he has a whole "apology song"

THE WHOLE POINT OF WORDS FAIL is that sorry doesn't even cut it! That's the entire point! To expand on it a bit, the point is that NOTHING he says will ever make up for everything he did. Words Fail. Huh. Maybe... maybe the title means something? The whole deal is that saying sorry won't ever be enough.

Thank you for tuning in to my DEH thoughts have a nice day.

[richeeduvie]

Have you seen the movie Charlie Countryman? It’s ass lowkey but Mads Mikkelsen looks the best in it. Acting on point and he’s like a mafia guy or whatever. Reminds me of Lalo aka your type

Okay, let me rant a little bit. Can believe Mads Mikkelsen is one of the only people to become celebrity crush?

Now wait, like- now...like-

The only other three people are Gillian Anderson, Mike Faist, and Antony Starr. Now you're probably thinking like...girl, you write mostly for Lalo and Roman and you don't have a crush on Kieran Culkin and Tony Dalton? And...yeah. By the time I got into BCS and Succession, idk, my brain wasn't too into feeling an attachment or attraction to people I didn't know in real life. Like don't get me wrong, I find them both to be very handsome, but compared to the way my ass was fixating on the celebs listed above, it's nothing like a celebrity crush. I don't even follow Tony on insta. And maybe it's because I follow Kieran Culkin's wife there so like my brain doesn't attach to him out of respect lol? Is this healthiness? Is this me healthily enjoy media?

No cause I'm writing fictional universes to enjoy myself and interact with others but who's gonna stop me. Tumblr tried and I'm free bitches!!

I think it's because with Mike Faist, I was in love with him when he was in Dear Evan Hansen-

Yes I was a DEH fan and I was like thirteen. And I'm so not crushing on him so hard that if I do watch challengers, it's for Zendaya, not for him. That's right, and I was watching the boys when it came out and I was...fourteen? Fifteen? I think you can tell I'm saying my early teen heart was just fixating on the lot of them. I knew Gillian Anderson from Hannibal, like finding out she was in X-files had me dead.

But let me tell you the CHOKEHOLD Mads Mikkelsen had on me. I watched Hannibal when I was way too young and it led to me watching Charlie Countryman and The Hunt way too young. And if you've watched The Hunt, you know kids are not supposed to watching that damn movie. He's the only celebrity that's made me watch things simply because he was in them. I, like, thought I was going to marry him even though he's like 80. I had a pinterest board of him...it was bad. I had different crushes for each of his characters, but I would've let Hannibal eat me.

But yeah, I have seen Charlie Countryman. I watched it twice in the span of three days and I loved it, not just cause of Mads but there was something about it. Haven't seen it in forever though.

I think it goes to show that personality is heavy for me cause I have had and will have plenty of fictional crushes, and it's like I know them cause I watch a piece of media surrounding their entire lives, but when I see the actor? Even if they look the exact same, idk that mother fucker...love you, Kieran, though...

Sorry for the ramble, I just don't think many of you know that Mads Mikkelsen is why I am the way that I am and probably why I'm writing today lol

[findteenpenpals]

International Penpal?

Hello! My name is Jupiter. I'm a genderqueer 16yo from NY, USA and I am looking for pen pals from anywhere other than the US specifically, though feel free to contact me even if you are in the US because one can never have too many pen pals! Age doesn't matter too much to me- I'd rather have someone around my age but really whatever as long as you're not 4 or 40. 

I'm interested in a pen pal who writes physical letters. If English is not your first language that is totally fine, maybe you can even teach me some of your language! That being said, English is the only language I am fluent in so it might be easier to write with someone who also knows English. I'm attempting to learn Irish, so an Irish pen pal with Gaeliege knowledge would be especially great to have. Although I would like physical letters to be part of our relationship, we could also share social media or email stuff and talk to each other there. It is worth noting that I do not have nor do I plan to ever get tiktok or instagram so if those two are a dealbreaker for you sorry and I hope you find someone.

I am open to talking about anything that you are comfortable talking about. If you have any sensitive topic boundaries please let me know and I will respect them.

Some interests/hobbies:

I'm a violist and I love to listen to music. I'm a big Penelope Scott fan- fun fact I actually was in her top 0.1% of listeners on Spotify this year. I also like country music, but like the class solidarity commie ones, yk? 

I'm passionate about politics and human/environmental rights, I love to read especially fanfic (I actually have my own podfic!). My favourite subject in school is history. I am very into the nuances and misunderstandings of history, and just in general trying to learn what it was like for those that came before us. My favourite genre of books is probably historical fiction. I'm interested in medicine, especially infectious diseases. I do some sewing and crochet. I am not religious. Sorry, having trouble thinking of things to say. I'm big into starkid right now. I know I maybe should be embarrassed of it but I'm totally not. Oh yeah, I love musicals! Falsettos, Hamilton, Fun Home, DEH, Waitress, etc. And I love Lockwood & Co and Good Omens and The Sandman. My most recent surge of researching fervor has been centred around drugs for some reason. Every so often I find some random topic and gain a bunch of knowledge about it, and rn I'm right in the middle of that with opioids. If that makes you uncomfortable I promise I will not talk about that with you.

I love recommending things to people and pressuring them into trying them, so it would be better for you if we had similar interests cause then they might actually be useful instead of a nuisance. 

You can find me on tumblr @ fail-eacan or email me at jb43 @ gmail.com

[rad-rat-with-a-tophat]

how about deh ships for the ask game: kleinsen & galaxy gals (that's the ship name right.)

galaxy gals is a b maybe an a. i think they're sweet

kleinsen though. hmmmmm. it has potential. it really really does. do i personally belive in aro ace jared? yes. but that is a solid b because there are limitless amounts of angst potential with kleinsen.

[quotidian-oblivion]

20 Questions Writer Tag Game

Wasn't tagged by anyone, but saw this and wanted to do it.

How many works do you have on AO3?

28 (gonna be 29 this week though)

What’s your total AO3 word count?

319,633 words!

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

If you include my wattpad phase, then DC, Marvel, lotr, Ninjago, Harry Potter, Marauderers. But currently, DC (mainly batfam). But I'm slowly getting sucked into danny phantom

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

My School’s Local Mafia Boss Sometimes You Have To Find Your Own Genes Phone Alarms Can You Deduce Where I Am Now? With A Flashback

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

Always. Unless they're stupid comments or comments i just can't with. I love responding to comments. I've had soo many lengthy conversations in the comments with some good pals. I don't mind talking in the comment section of my fics as long as they're good conversations and not mean.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

uhhh *goes to search* I guess Pluviophile? I don't write many angsty endings. Although there is this wip fic which absolutely destroys the characters. Can't wait for that.

Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you’ve written? 

I don't write 'em. But I want to sometime in the future. Oh wait, unless you count my wattpad fics. I wrote an (incomplete) fic about dick and wally and shuri and peter meeting and nearly destroying the multiverse together with vines and crack humor. I actually liked the plot I did not like my author's notes. I was cringy back then. Genius, but cringy.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Three or four. I forget. They either insulted my characterization or got way too emotional for something that is fictional.

Do you write smut? If so what kind? 

I don't.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? 

Yes. *sigh* My wattpad one. On wordpress i think? Idk. Don't really care. But I would if any were stolen now on ao3. I will be pissed.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, but I would love to!

Have you ever co-written a fic before? 

Yes! With Vibey I'm currently working on a tim getting kidnapped fic and in some future a DEH batboys AU. With Sprite we're doing one (or maybe two) of one of her series. With Tristi I did At The Drop Of A Hat and hopefully another in the future. With Cyg, I've done Capture, Grok and 4 Times Jason Hid His Trauma + 1 Time Tim Helped Him.

What’s your all time favorite ship?

I don't ship. I used to. Lots and lots. When times were simpler. But rn, my only ship is from a small but an absolutely awesome Muslim fiction book called Love From A To Z. Love those two.

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will? 

Lemme look. Okay, there's a whole document inspired by this fic called Living Dead Boy by Terranpheum, and there are some good moments I planned, but I abandoned it cuz I noticed that I didn't actually have a plot and it was just little moments.

What are your writing strengths?

Plot, ideas, outlines, dialogue, emotional rollercoasters, little bits of casefics, humor, angst, family fluff. Yeah. Oh and semicolons. Just a bit. And when I actually try, descriptions. But I have to be in a specific mood and the wind has to behave a certain way for that to happen.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Action and fight scenes. I had to employ Cyg's beta help for that. Torture I think. I want to get better at writing torture. Angst. It is both my strength and weakness.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

Absolutely yes. I'm starting to use it at every chance I can. The next fic is gonna have some good ones. I'm so into it that I gave Sprite entire lessons on Arabic words and phrases. She can attest to that.

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

DC. The fic's roaming around on tumblr here somewhere.

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

A published one? My School's Local Mafia Boss. Because I've just... it's my first series. It's been going on for a year. I've made so many good friends in the comment sections and on other platforms and... some really really close friends. Who are just... so awesome. I can't describe /srs

No pressure tags: @wakkoroni @sardonic-sprite @tristicorde @foursixtwonineoh-pieces-of-lego @uncertainwallflower @cygnusdoesthings