#me? giffing a *singing* scene? i'm just as shocked as you are

[liyazaki]

let me help you.

MY SCHOOL PRESIDENT | EPISODE 2 [2022-2023]

[sissylittlefeather]

Would you do like a soulmate au between Elvis x fem!reader? Like maybe where the reader dreams of a man who plays her music and would sing to her, but would not reveal his name or where he is located. The two end up meeting when the reader ends up at one of Elvis’ shows. He looks out to the audience and their eyes meet. Both the reader and Elvis start crying since they finally found each other. After the show, the reader is in shock after what she just witnessed. Then Elvis comes out to see her and just envelopes her in a hug. Then from there it can end in a smut, but a fluffy and very romantic one (if that makes sense 😂). Then they just fall in love and end up together. Sorry this was long I just thought this would be an interesting take on a romance story.

Hey! I'm sorry this one took me so long. I think I rewrote the ending like 15 times 🤪. I hope you like it! I had a lot of fun writing this one, even though it's a little different for me. Enjoy!

Warnings: 18+ no minors, oral sex (f & m receiving), f/m p in v sex, unprotected sex, kissing, fingering, cussing, etc

A/N: I used an AB!Elvis gif because it's the right scene and an Elvis gif because he's just delicious.

Dream a Little Dream of Me

You sit straight up in bed and look at the clock on your nightstand. 2am. You're exhausted, but going back to sleep will be difficult. You had the dream again. You've been having the same dream every night for weeks. Each time it's a little longer and you learn something new about him. The first dream was all flashes of pink and black. Since then, you've added blue eyes, full lips, strong hands, a guitar, and him singing to you, among other things. You don't know who he is, but you know he's someone important to you. The feeling you get in your stomach and chest when you wake up makes it abundantly clear that this is more than just a regular dream. Still, you've never gotten any indication of who he is or where you could find him. You're pretty confident he exists. You're not sure why, but you seem to know he's real. Still, you've never encountered anyone or anything that could point you to him.

"Did you have that weird dream again?" Your roommate asks sleepily. She's the only person you've told about the dreams, mainly because she's in the room when you wake up in the night.

"Yeah, but I'm okay. Go back to sleep, Janet." She rolls over and grunts. Must be nice to sleep so easily. You lay back down on your pillow, but every time you close your eyes, all you see are the flashes of him. You're starting to get very tired of this weird longing that you have for him, like you're incomplete without him. Part of you wants to go back to sleep to see more of him in the dream and another part of you wishes you'd never have the dream again. Still, if you could find him, then it would all make sense. You drift off to sleep with his voice in your head...

******

The next day, you drag yourself out of bed and groggily get ready for class. Every time you close your eyes you get another flash of the dream: white teeth, black hair, a microphone, more music, and always his voice. Once you've gotten yourself presentable in a pink and white striped cotton dress and cardigan, you grab your books and bag and head out the door. Janet stops you before you can get all the way through it by yelling from her side of the room, "Don't forget we're going to that show tonight at the carnival!"

Oh yeah, that. "I didn't forget! I'll see you later!"

You head to class and spend the rest of the day trying to focus on anything other than his voice in your head. Why do you miss him when you're awake? It doesn't make any sense...

******

"You can't just wear that. You at least need to take off the cardigan and add some lipstick or something." Janet pleads as you get ready for the carnival together. You don't know why it matters what you're wearing, but you oblige and toss the cardigan on your bed. You're not going to mess with lipstick, though. It's too hot and you don't want to have to reapply it.

"There. Can we go now?" Janet nods her head up and down excitedly. You really would rather stay home and think about the dream. If you could just see his whole face all at once, maybe you could find him somewhere. Something in you tells you that he's close right now. Like if you walked around a bit, you might run into him. But that feels ridiculous. It's just a dream, right?

******

You're sitting next to Janet, sweat from the warm evening making your skin sticky, when they announce the next act will be someone called Elvis Presley. Some of the girls start screaming and run towards the stage. You and Janet look at each other and decide to make your way to the front together. Whoever this guy is, he must be a big deal, and you're not one to miss out on an experience, especially when it comes to music. You press in against the crowd so that you can see the stage from where you're standing. This "Elvis" finally makes his way to the mic in the middle of the stage and your heart absolutely stops.

It's him.

The pink jacket, the guitar, the black hair and blue eyes and full lips and big hands. You feel like you might hyperventilate and the pressure of the crowd around you doesn't help. Your heart is beating so fast you feel like it might jump right out of your chest.

As you watch him, it seems like he's nervous and a little disoriented too. For the first time, you wonder if maybe he's dreamed about you. No. That's just silly. But here he is. He's real and he's right in front of you. And he looks like he could use a little reassurance. You're filled with the urge to go to him, but he's on stage in front of all these screaming girls.

He takes a deep breath and starts to sing. If there were any doubts before about whether or not he was the one, they're gone now. You'd recognize that voice even if you were half dead. Something inside you feels like it's taken flight and the joy and excitement are overwhelming. He keeps singing and the sound of his voice hits you in places you didn't expect. As he's singing, he looks out at the crowd. His eyes seem to be searching for something. Your heart skips, thinking that maybe he's looking for you. And then it happens.

His eyes lock onto yours.

A deep contentment settles in your chest like a sigh and you feel a lump form in your throat. The tears gather in your eyes and start to slide down your face. He tries to look away but he always comes back to you and you notice his eyes seem a little watery too. He looks up at the ceiling and tries to refocus on what he's doing. You know he's feeling what you're feeling.

"Y/n, are you crying? Are you okay?" You hear Janet holler at you. You sniff and wipe your face.

"Yeah, I'm just... it's just... Janet, it's him." At first Janet has a blank look, then it turns to shock, and then relief.

"Oh! That makes so much sense! You probably saw him on a poster or something somewhere and started dreaming about him! I mean, I'll probably dream about him too after this!" You know that's not what happened; it's so much more than that. But it's not worth it to try to explain it to her, so you just nod your head and look back up to the stage. He catches your eye again and this time he winks playfully. Your whole body turns hot and you're filled with a need for him to touch you. The show continues and you spend most of it bouncing between figuring out how to get to him afterwards and trying not to cry when you make eye contact while he sings. Every girl around you shrieks that he's looking at her, but you know better. That look is just for you. You have to find a way to get backstage...

******

After the show ends, you walk out with Janet, but you want to find a way to ditch her. Your body feels like it's in shock from what just happened while he was on stage. It still doesn't seem quite real that you actually found the man you've been seeing in your dreams all this time. But how do you get to him?

"Are you ready to go?" Janet asks. She can tell you're lingering.

"Umm, no, I think I want to stick around for a bit. You can go ahead. I'll be fine." The carnival is within walking distance of campus, so you know you can get home okay. Walking alone at night makes you a little nervous, but nothing is going to stop you from finding him. Janet nods and joins another group of girls that you both know from school. She's trusting; you have to give her that.

The crowd outside the performance area is thinning as you stand there without a clue about what to do next. Then, there's a light tap on your shoulder. Your heart skips several beats and you turn around to find him standing there behind you.

"Hey, baby."

He's taller than you thought and being this close, you can really see the details of him. You recognize the pieces and seeing them all put together is a little overwhelming. Suddenly, he wraps his arms tightly around your waist. You stand there in shock for a second before you throw your arms around his neck. You hold onto each other like this for a while, neither of you wanting to let go. Connecting with him feels like a cosmic miracle. There could be a hurricane around you and you wouldn't notice because of the calm that settles inside you when you're in his arms. Finally, he pulls back from the hug and puts his hands on either side of your face.

"Come with me."

He takes your hand and starts to walk towards the back of the stage. You make your way together to a dressing room with his name on the door. It's small, but there's a wide couch and a vanity with lights around it. He closes the door behind you and turns to face you.

"How is this possible?" He asks.

"I don't know. Have you had--"

"Dreams? Yes. About you. For weeks." He moves a piece of your hair off of your forehead and gently tucks it behind your ear. He brings his hand back to your cheek.

You're suddenly filled with an overwhelming need for him to kiss you and you feel like you could cry again. As a tear escapes your eye and makes its way down your cheek, he catches it with his thumb and wipes it away. Then, he leans in and kisses your cheek where the tear was. He lingers on your cheek for a bit before he moves his lips down to your mouth, hovering there just above you. With the hand that was on your cheek, he tips your chin up. Your heart is beating so fast that you feel like it might jump right out of your chest. Finally, his lips touch yours. He kisses you softly, but everything inside of you is exploding. Just when you think you're the only one feeling anything, you realize that his hands are trembling slightly. He pulls back out of the kiss and puts his hands on your hips to steady himself.

"Darlin' I-I I'm sorry, I don't know what's got into me." You smile up at him reassuringly.

"I'm a little thrown off too. I just can't believe you're real."

"I'm as real as it gets, honey." He moves his hands around to your back, pulling you closer to him. You put your arms around his neck again and press your body up against his. Something in your stomach tenses up as the shock of finding him wears off, only to be replaced by something else. You need him. You need his big, strong hands on every inch of your body. You need his full lips kissing the parts of you that no one sees. You need to hear his voice moaning with the pleasure of being inside you. He seems to experience the same thing, because now he's kissing you again. But not soft like before. No, now he's kissing you with the full pressure of his tongue moving in your mouth, pausing only to nibble on your bottom lip periodically. He has one hand on the back of your neck, fingers tangled in your hair, and the other on your lower back pulling your hips into his. You absolutely melt into his kiss, returning his passion with your own. He walks you backwards a little and pins you up against the door, both hands on your hips as he grinds into you. You feel his hardness through his pants and the place between your legs becomes warm and wet. He needs you too, needs to feel you around him, needs to taste you, needs to be deeper inside you than either of you ever thought possible. He picks you up easily and carries you over to the plush couch, his lips never leaving yours. You lay on your back with him on top of you, both legs wrapped around his waist. He moves his kisses down your cheek to your neck, stopping only to softly bite your earlobe. You've never had a man do that, but always wished one would. It's like he can read your mind and your body and knows exactly what to do with you. You moan at the feeling of his erection pressed against you. In one move, he unzips your dress and has it off of you and on the floor. His jacket and shirt hit the floor as well. You take in the sight of him while his eyes roam over your body as well. The dream flashes didn't prepare either of you for this depth of attraction. In a second, he's on top of you again. The places where your skin meets his are on fire with electricity and heat. His hands reach behind you as he unhooks your bra and tosses it to the side. The feeling of his skin against your nipples makes you weak with desire. You want more.

"Scoot up, honey." The sound of his voice catches you off guard. It's breathy and deep.

"Huh?" He puts his hands under your arms and moves you backwards to the edge of the couch. Then he positions himself between your legs and pulls on your panties, sliding them down to your ankles and off. You arch your back and throw your head back as he slips his index and middle fingers into you. He groans when he feels how tight and wet you are. He pushes his fingers into you several times, kissing the inside of your thighs. Then he uses his tongue to make circles on you exactly where you want him to be.

"Oh fuckkkk," you moan. He's reading your body so well that you almost pass out from the pleasure of his mouth on you. You can feel your release building as he continues what he's doing with his tongue and his fingers. This isn't the first time you've experienced this, but you've never had a man be so careful and specific with you before. There's nothing sloppy or unintentional about the way he moves. Every little motion is perfectly calculated to push you over the edge. He alternates between fingers and circles and pushing his tongue into you as the rush continues to build inside you. When you do climax, it's all you can do to keep from screaming and clamping your thighs around his face. You lay there shuddering and trembling as wave after wave of ecstatic pleasure wash over you. When he smiles at you from between your legs, you're overcome with the need to give him what he's given you. He tries to climb back on top of you, but you find your voice.

"No, sit up." He looks at you with a mischievous grin and obeys. You get on your knees on the floor between his thighs and go to unbutton his pants. Your hands are still shaking from your orgasm, though, so he helps you free himself. You use one hand to hold him and run your tongue in a circle around his tip.

"Oh, shit, baby." His voice is still deep and his breathing is heavier. You seem to be reading his body pretty well too.

You take all of him into your mouth and he cusses again and leans his head back, eyes rolling. You continue to work with your tongue and lips, licking and sucking him while he moans and grunts periodically. You get him just to the edge of his climax and stop. He looks at you abruptly, but you just smile playfully. You aren't finished with him yet. You help him pull his pants the rest of the way down and off until you're both completely naked. He's still in a sitting position, so you straddle him, placing one knee on the side of each of his hips. Then, you lower yourself onto him slowly and let him fill you up. He moans again and his hands automatically go to your rib cage, where he begins to control the pace of you sliding up and down on him. You ride him like this for a while, him pausing every few minutes to kiss and tease your chest. You bounce up and down quickly, reveling in the feeling of him hitting all of the right places inside you. Eventually, he stops you.

"Honey, I'm close." He whispers softly.

You put a hand on either side of his face and look into his eyes. You kiss him passionately before you whisper back, "I'm ready."

He flips you over and lays you down on the couch without pulling out of you. You keep your legs wrapped around his waist as he pumps into you deeply, the change in angle driving you both crazy. The sound of your bodies moving together mixes with the sweat of your mutual heat. You dig your fingernails into his back and he cries out as he slams into you as hard as he can, sending you over the edge again too. You feel his warmth fill you up as he collapses on top of you twitching with pleasure, your legs shaking as the waves continue to crash through you. He lays with his head on your chest, both of you breathing heavily and sweating.

"Fuck, baby, that was..."

"Incredible."

He looks up at you through the black hair that has fallen into his eyes.

"That wasn't in my dream."

You laugh. "It wasn't in mine either." You run your fingers through his hair, pushing it back out of his face. There's something deeper in this moment than simple intimacy. There's a feeling of destiny between you, like a prophecy being fulfilled or a purpose being met.

He lays his head back down on your chest with one of your hands in the back of his hair and the other drawing lazy circles on his back. For a moment, you're afraid he's fallen asleep. You know you could in the stillness of being with him.

"I need you to stay with me." His voice cuts through the dream-like haze you were in.

"Stay with you?"

"Don't ever leave me." He mumbles it quietly, like he's afraid of what your answer might be. He pulls you into a sitting position on the couch and puts his forehead against yours.

"I don't think I could stand missing you again." You know exactly what he means.

"I'm not going anywhere." You belong to each other. He knows it and you know it. He kisses you softly on the cheek again.

"My dream girl."

It should be a cheesy line, but in this case, it's absolutely true.

******

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Another Sera Myu .gif Dump (Jan 2024)

Holy moly, I actually forgot I had tumblr almost half a year - and my Sera Myu dumpster fire I feel like a failure lmao

Speaking of dumpster fires, I was re-watching the classic Sailor Stars musical and paused on this funni lil frame in particular:

A short but tense moment between Usagi and Seiya, when both felt the power of the stars that's present in every sailor senshi.

"I'm looking forward to singing with you tomorrow." - Seiya

Such a good shot of them both, with their silhouettes under the fake night sky and city backdrop of the stage.

But wait, someone's in the background!

It's Setsuna! I really find it funny how she's just in the corner of the frame, shocked. I *really* love this rendition of the Outers sensing something off from the Three Lights. Typically, Haruka & Michiru would be the characters used for this scene as shown here in Le Mouvement Finale (2017) and Starlights Ryuusei Densetsu (2003).

(Sayaka-Michi looks absolutely gorgeous tho it would be a crime to not show her in frame lmao)

Mama-tsuna being concerned for her child 🥺😭

To tie it all off, have some sillies.

And that's it from me for now, have a nice day!

[fangirling-heart]

returning the favor! Also with arcane questions cause I’m cool liek that

Show- Arcane

3, 6 (a doozy of a question when it comes to arcane lmao) 9, 15

Ship - Caitvi also

2,9,12,14

Character - hmm. Caitlyn.

1,8,10,13

Hello there and thanks for the ask! A giant ask might I add (not that I'm complaining). *cracks knuckles* let's do this!

Arcane:

3....which scene I would like to erase from the universe and why.

Probably the scene of Jayce and Mel having sex. I don't know it's the only one I can think of (probably because I'm sex repulsed and wasn't too invested in their relationship)

6. which is my favorite platonic or familial relationship in this world.

Oof.... real hard I know! I gotta say it's...

Vi and Jinx/Powder

Le gasp! 🫨 Big shock, huh?

It's true though, their relationship started so sweet and wholesome and then turned into one of the most tragic and angsty ones I've ever seen just.... Ughhh!!! I'm a sucker for tragic siblings!!!

9. which characters I think should have interacted more in canon.

Jinx/Powder and Ekko. Those two were supposed to be best friends back when they were kids and it's a pity that all we got from this was some glimpses in a music video, some jabs as teens/young adults and a flashback-esque scene. I think it would also make their fight scenes hit harder.

15. which character I would choose for the chopping block if I knew the writers wanted to kill someone.

Singed perhaps. Mainly because I don't want more death near my faves! Though I know that that's probably a long shot, especially after that post of Ella Purnell...

Caitvi:

2. why I do or don't ship them.

I just love their chemistry so much! Their whole dynamic is really great. It looks like they are so different and like it wouldn't/shouldn't work but still it does, because of their differences and because at their core they're both so similar.

I honestly don't know ifni can explain it any better. I just think they're really neat!

9. what my ideal endgame for them is.

Pretty much the same as yours. They end up being happily in a relationship, after solving the whole situation with Jinx and while working through their traumas.

12. about three of the scenes that make me have feelings and (if available) find the gifs that underline my points.

Scene 1. "You're hot, cupcake." I don't think this one needs an explanation.

Scene 2. Caitlyn caring for Vi after Sevika stabs her. This type of scenes is always a win for me in whatever kind of relationship and the tenderness Caitlyn show to Vi at this moment, while Vi is so adamant about refusing it, but ultimately accepts it... God I love it!

This part especially!!!

Scene 3. That scene of them in Caitlyn's bedroom. Them lying together, the softness of their voices, Vi being vulnerable with Cait, talking to her about a happy memory and about her guilt and Cait offering nothing but gentleness...

I mean look at the way she's touching her! And how Vi looks at her!!!

14. which tropes I think describe them the best.

Class divide, definitely, and opposites attract. Also, I think princess and knight suits them really well.

Caitlyn:

1). why I love them, like them or hate them.

Caitlyn is to me one of the most genuine characters in Arcane, especially when you compare her to the rest of the people in Piltover. Her honesty and humility and kindness really set her apart from nearly everyone surrounding her, along with her willingness to do stuff on her own instead of having someone else do it for her. As she states herself, she is a misfit and I love her for that!

8. a headcanon I have about this character.

Since that shooting competition and her talk with Sheriff Grayson, Caitlyn started idolizing her. Grayson maybe even took her under her wing for a while (I'm saying maybe because we don't know exactly when that competition took place).

10. if I liked them immediately or if took a while before I warmed up to their character. Alternatively, if I disliked them immediately or if they lost my trust as their story progressed.

I kinda liked her from the beginning. I thought she was adorable as a kid (massive props to her voice actress). But she elevated to favorite status as the story was progressing. When we first met her as a child I thought she would be kind of like a side character and that we wouldn't be seeing much of her, and boy am I glad I was proven wrong!

13. how I'd do it if they had to be written out of the story.

From what I understand, this means how I would change the story if I had to remove Caitlyn.

Hmmm... pretty tough. Story-wise, Caitlyn is really important. She breaks Vi out of prison, she has connections to the council, thus being able to actually remind them that the people of the Undercity exists, because we know they wouldn't on their own...

In that case, I think a change I would make, would be Vi breaking out of Stillwater herself after hearing Silco's goon complain about this blue-haired girl with the bombs and realizes that's her sister. She kicks his ass like in canon, basically starting a riot, and into the chaos she fights her way out. She almost escapes, but she is stopped bybthe guy in the entrance. She puts up a fight again, but since she knows she can't fight anymore, she pretends to get beaten to death so they dump her body in the water. When they do, she swims to the other side and voila, Vi is back.

Now the rest for a good part goes as in canon. Vi returns to the lanes, she gets her jacket and her food, she goes to the brothel for info, confronts Sevika and when she gets stabbed, instead of Caitlyn, Ekko's the one who saves her. He saw her entering the Undercity after her escape and followed her. He brings her to his hideout, with the rest of the firelights, they tend to her wound and he fills her in on what happened during her absence. Vi of course doesn't really accept that her sister has changed and insists she can help her.

Meanwhile, like in canon Sevika tells Jinx about Vi being back, as a chance to get rid of her. Jinx goes out and the iconic flare scene takes place.

At the same time, after Ekko and some of the fireflies leave, Vi sneaks out and follows them, but then sees the smoke and goes up to find her sister.

The two reunite, but then Ekko and the others show up, a fight breaks out and Vi tries to get them all to stop, even yelling "Powder, that's Ekko!" And her responding "Yeah, no shit!" or something like that. Vi gets knocked down again, either by accident, by trying to get Jinx to stop shooting , which ends with her slamming her machine gun on her face (similarly like how she did with Caitlyn) and that makes her freeze for a moment like "Holy shit I hurt Vi!". The firelights take advantage of this, overpower her and take both her and Vi back in their hideout.

That's all I could think of so far. Come to think of it, I think it would be a good idea for a fanfic!

[falsebooles123]

14 GAYS Later: A two week introspective - Diary of a Big Ole Gay 3/19/2023

Hey Whores, Long Time no see. I have been watching an absolutely slutty amount of gay shit. Also I may or may not have binged a bunch of television recently.

(This is the only gif I could find I also watched The Staircase and starteed getting through RE: MIND)

but I have been on a mission to make a dent in my gay watchlist. I'm going to take a bit of a break the next couple of days but I definetly will watch a few more the last two weeks of march, (dear god are there still two weeks left).

Lets see anything else I should add to this diary. Well my dad just got a new apartment and it looks great and my cars been making a rattle noise which honestly gives me anxiety but I have my mechanic looking at it next week so she just has to get through this week. Hopes and prayers folks.

I also have going over the catering work I'm doing next month. Its going to be a lot of work but I'm going to be making very good money.

(God Thats Cute)

anyway whores lets get into it.

First a Girl (1935) dir. Victor Saville

Once again I am not watching VICTOR/VICTORIA, (through also where the fuck is that half and half costume from cause I've seen most of these version of it at this point).

If you don't know what I'm talking about there is a french version called Georges et Georgette, A 50s german remake and of course the classic 80s VICTOR/VICTORIA. If anyone has links to the first two hit a bitch up.

This version is english and can I just say they shit the bed so hard. they add a lot of nonsense to this like she burns a dress? and it adds absolutely nothing to the plot. The other issue is that they either copy a scene from the original but with worse acting or they add what can only be deemed 1940s heterosexual nonsense.

(I was looking for that part of singing in the rain where the audio gets out of sink and the actors are going NONONO YES YES YES)

That being said the original idea of victor und victoria is amazing because its basically epitomizes this early queer cinema trope of dude doing "man tests" to prove that it is fact

... a masquarader..... a drager personer... a dress-crossinger...

Theres something thats just incredible hot about this like top going up to a twink and being like yeah you a dude huh, your one of the boys, huh. You gonna fuck me in my bussy oh what bruh. Huh you man enough or what???

It comes off as like very homoerotic flirting. This one bascially side steps all the best parts of the original and it just made me realize how good OG Victor und Victoria is.

Cat People (1942) dir Jacques Tourneur

Cat People is one of those movies that people talk about being like super queer and it kinda is. Like the whole movie centers around a woman whose afraid to get intimate with her husband because shes afraid that she will turn into a monster and she gets threatened with getting thrown in an insane asylum because of it.

Which while the movie isn't queer in its subtext. That kind of storytelling resonates with a queer audience especially a contemporry one this was right in the middle of the whole shock the gay away and scoop out are brains portion of medical barbarism.

That being said this is about as queer as something like Picnic at Hanging Rock or Carnival of Souls. Its more feminist then anything but you can definetly read or relate to it as a marginilized and queer person.

The Gay Deceivers (1969) dir. Bruce Kessler

OMG This is mandatory queer viewing. This is for the girls and the gays thats it.

tbf I had a hard time getting into the full on camp of it all and thats because I have to deal with my internilized truama and femmphobia.

I get a lot of interal validation from serving you slutty masc realness.

(GOd thats hot)

and going into this film I had a hard time accepting that this was not it fact an attempt to call me a limp-wrist no-dick hippie faggot queer.

(REFERENCES BITCH)

but about half-way through I realized that it fact I was being a big dumb dumb and that I need to embrace the Fae Gays as much as the butch ones. Ands its not that I'm one of those homos who are like ewwwww I don't like it when those faggots... dresss like faggots. But I also have to let go of my own pain of being treated as a sissy and recognize that people do get validation from that.

Dealing with queer gender baggage is a process and can I just say that if your like me once you get over your nancy boy truama this is an absolute queer delight hunty.

also we are getting Bisexual Realness! #Yaaaasssscar. to quote my letterboxd.

I also want to shoutout Elliot in this film, who I'm sorry thats a bisexual honey. He wants dick. This man is walking around his "husband" shirtless with his pajamis bottoms unbuttoned. Ok Fag. fucking his sister to get to him, I see you. Going to gay bars unprompted. Showing up at the queer party wearing nothing but a jock. homo.

Like lets be clear, if this was remade Elliot would've made a pass on Danny. Ok there is a literally a scene were after Elliot fucked this MILF and he was like. Well she was paying my rent I had to say thank you. And Dannys like. Well I'm paying your rent now and Elliot looks him up and down and is like Bet.

What I'm saying is that Elliot was 100% ready to suck Dannys dick if he asked.

Iconic We stan it is on TUBI right the fuck now. Pls watch.

Daughters of Darkness (1971) dir. Harry Kumel

God for fuck sake step on me mommy.

This is one of the first Lesbian Vampire films on this watchlist that features Elizabeth Bathory, the countess who bathed in all that virgin blood you know the one. EB is a motif in a lot of Lesbian Vampire films but we have to remember that this is Pre-1971 which means that we are only getting the earliest Vampire films not the sexy ones like Nadja or Vampyros Lesbos, (there on my general watchlist just not this specific one.)

This one is hot as shit. We're talking just a lot of tittys and fucking and hot people making out. We have dommy mommy, we have toxic lesbian relationships, we have said dommy mommy being a lesbian who enthralls hot women to do there bidding. And can I just say. Mommmmmmy what about me. I want to be your thrall no fairrrrr.

This movie is giving us The Hunger vibes in the sense thats its horny, beautiful, slow, problamatic, and there are lesbians in this that you would just die for.

god women are so pretty, (I say as the bisexual fag who writes about early queer film).

The Wild One (1953) dir. Laszlo Benedek

So fun fact I posted a clip on this on Snapchat with the caption, "Dear god I am so gay" because marlon brando can fuck this bussy

(POV: what this man looks like as I am sucking him off)

and one of my friends, is like "Gay for this Pussy" and the answer is no Sir I am a faggot have you met me. Have you seen how much I suck dick. and yes I am gay for that pussy but not in this context sir. not in this context where marlon brando can and should tell me to get on my god damn knees like the little slut I am. OK.

(honestly we're kinda JO buddies but hes been really weird about it lately and been making it gay. And its like dude I don't want to fuck you. C'mon)

What I'm saying is that this movie has also inspired me to become a faggot biker and I need to buy leather pants. This film is pretty straight but like in a hot way so i'm into it. This was on youtube and while its not neccesarily super queer, (mostly on this list cause Fashion Fag Marlon Brando turned all the boys gay and into leather with this one. Thank you daddy), it is a pretty fun teen movie.

Castle of Blood (1964) dir. Antonio Margheriti

So this is one of those random 60s movies that were going through a po-essence??? Like they really liked Edgar Allen Poe, think tales of terror.

(god I love tales of terror and poe stories in general)

In this one Poe goes to a castle and just witnesses a lot of toxic polycule sheninigans. Honestly I couldn't hold onto the plot. I like it but I had a headache. Theres some lesbian vampires who, its suggested, kiss off screen but then the closeted one stabs the other. Rude.

Also the closet vamp is constantly trying to ride dick to prove how straight she is, and we've all been there honey.

Twelfth Night (1955) dir. Yan Frid, A. Abramov

so there are a lot of different versions of this but luckily for my poor gay ass theres only like 3 or 4 made before the 1970s. Theres a bunch from like 80 and 90, Theres of course the teen dramas like Shes the Man, One of the Boys, Motorcrossed and I am spared that missery.

It is also at this point that I have realized that while Twelfth NIght is pretty gay it is not in fact gay enough. Check my recent text post of ideas to make it gayer.

so let me just say that this was in russian I don't speak it and I was using Youtube Auto-Translate which is like if you went to a foreign country with a shitty friend and they kept forgetting to translate it for you because they were to busy making out with this hot chick they met at the bar.

that being said the tom-follery carried the plot for me. and since 80% of twelfth night is just a B-plot about a ever-growing bunch of assholes pulling a prank on some snob it works. I will also say that this has the most iconic Yellow Stockings reveal out of any of the versions I've seen so far. They were garish and iconic and we stan.

oh also I forgot to mention this does feature on on-screen kiss between two women but the second women is playing a canonically male character in the scene. Real life v V gay narratively techinically straight

Twelfth Night (1969) dir. John Sichel

Yet another version of this story. It was in english so I could here the dialogue but it was pretty poor showings. Honestly this sounds weird but watch te 1955 USSR version its a lot better.

Masculin Feminin (1966) dir. Jean-Luc Godard

God I hated this movie. Paul is a little bitch baby and the only thing that makes this somewhat tolerable is the fact that Godard was like HON HON HOMOSEXUALS en la TOILET.

Yeah this was a two hour sludgefest. Also apparently his girlfriends roommates were LESBIANS??? but let me just say that this film focused on the painfully straight sophormoric pawing of Paul the ur-incel.

Fuck this bitch

Everything Else I Watched

Honestly not much I just watched Life Without Dreams over on Le Cinema Club which was pretty good and a bunch of TV which I mentioned above. I will probably get into a bit more gay films before the end of the month so stay tuned. I'm trying to just get it out from under me so I have room to breathe. On that note I really need to finish filming and editing my new youtube video. Anyway sluts and slatterns. love you bye.

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ok ok, so i'm new at requesting lol. i absolutely adore your work ( and for some reason this is the only blog posting karube content? whats up with that, the barista needs more love ) but that brings me to why i'm here. something soft with karube, maybe he finally gets that farm in australia he wanted. slow dancing by moonlight. just an idea i had, totally cool if you don't do it lol.

Yes Karube doesn’t get the love that he deserves 👏😔 Such a cute idea, I hope you like it 💕

Moonlight Dance | Daikichi Karube

{Alice In Borderland Masterlist}

Character(s): Karube

Summary: You stay at your boyfriend Karube’s farm in Australia for a holiday together, and he asks you an important question.

Warnings: a suggestive theme (but it’s only one sentence)

Word Count: 2.1k

*reader is gender-neutral

Karube gif credit

You sat on the deck chair that was placed near the end of the porch. The dusk light of the sun covered you like a warm blanket, making you feel safe and at home. The distant sound of lorikeets cheeping in the trees together filled your ears, making you smile.

Karube had managed to buy himself a decent farm along the east coast of Australia. He had invited you to come over as soon as it was his because he was so excited to share it with you. And you couldn’t blame him, it was beautiful.

It was a far way from any sort of urban environment, so it was constantly quiet and soothing, leaving only the sound of nature to fill the air.

You were so proud that Karube was finally able to achieve his dream. Even if it was just as simple as this, you couldn’t be more happy.

You closed your eyes and relaxed in the evening sun. You wanted to enjoy the warm light just before it fell asleep behind the horizon, because night time did get quite chilly sometimes.

After a short few minutes, you felt a gentle hand on your arm, making you open your eyes. Your boyfriend Karube was sitting on the ground on a cushion next to you with a lit cigarette poking out of his mouth, giving you a loving smile. He was wearing his usual blue, faded jeans with a plain black t-shirt. “You tired love?” he asked, rubbing your arm soothingly.

You nodded. “A little bit. I might get an early night.” You sat up and reached your hands behind your back to stretch them. You sighed satisfyingly after hearing some bones pop in your back. You had only been at Karube’s farm for a few days, and you already feel more relaxed than anything.

You leant sideways and leant yourself against his broad shoulders, making him snuggle into you. The silence between you was so comfortable, making you feel at ease and at home. Karube always managed to make you feel that way no matter where you both were.

“Hey! Before you get anymore tired, can I show you something?” he suddenly asked, becoming all excited. He turned, making you sit up off him.

You nodded and chuckled at his excitement. He acted like a giant kid at times, which never failed to make you laugh.

He scrambled to his feet and ran inside through the back doors to the house. “Just wait there! I have to grab something,” he said.

You watched and laughed as he almost tripped on the carpet before regaining his balance and running again. You waited patiently while watching as the sun began disappearing over the horizon, making the sky fade to a soft orange.

You hoped things could stay this tranquil and calm forever. With Karube by your side, you didn’t need anything else.

You turned as you heard soft footsteps behind you. Karube returned having discarded his cigarette and was now holding out his hand to you. “Let’s go! We don’t want it to get too late before we get there cause we’ll get cold,” he encouraged.

You took his hand happily. “Where exactly are we going?” you asked curiously as Karube and you stepped off the porch onto the grass.

“It won’t be a surprise if I tell you,” he beamed, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you closer to him. “You’ll have to be patient and see for yourself.”

You huffed out an annoyed sigh. He always had such a thrill from surprising you with things, whether it be something huge like a holiday away or a small gift he bought you. He was full of surprises, so you became accustomed to his playful ways.

You both walked along the grass fields for a while, chasing each other and enjoying the time together. Karube picked up every flower he could find and kept adding it to the stash in your arms, insisting that you kept a hold of them so you could put them in a water vase when you got back to the house. You took your jacket off and used it as a makeshift bag, lugging all of the colourful flowers along as he brought them to you.

He kept relating some part of you to each one, like “This one would go well with your hair.” or “This one matches your favourite shirt.” It was so endearing watching him be so invested in such little things about life. It made you feel so lucky to have someone who enjoyed such minor yet beautiful things.

As the sun disappeared from the sky and the moon shone bright over the farm fields, Karube walked along behind you with his arms wrapped around your shoulders. He was kissing your cheek every few minutes and whispering sweet nothings into your ears.

“Are you getting cold baby?” he asked, concerned. You shook your head. “No. You’re like a human blanket,” you laughed, pulling him closer by his arms so his chest was against your back.

Karube grinned and tucked his face into your neck and left a few light kisses on your skin. “You’re so cute,” he breathed out against you and tickled your waist slightly, making you squirm in his arms.

You both trudged along the long grass for a while, going to wherever Karube was planning. He had pulled out a torch from his back pocket when it got too dark to see where you were stepping.

When you both shortly arrived at a large field that was surrounded by a metal fence, Karube brought you over to the gate and unlatched it from the fence, motioning for you to step inside. The field was completely empty, containing nothing but long blades of grass and the moonlight shimmering off it.

You stared up at the moon, mesmerized by its light and fullness. You had never seen it that bright before.

Karube walked up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist and tucked his chin on your shoulder. “You want to have some fun?” he whispered into your ear.

You leant back to look at him in shock. “Here? We’re in the middle of a field,” you said, taken back by his bold words.

He laughed and placed his hand on your head, messing your hair up. “That’s not what I meant, naughty,” he chuckled. “Watch this.”

You watched in wonder as Karube started running along the grass with a sudden trail of fireflies rising up out of the ground as he jogged. An excited grin painted across your face as you laughed at your boyfriend, loving seeing him happy.

“Come on!” he yelled after a while of you watching him. You lifted your legs and followed, looking behind you as fireflies sprouted from the long grass, chirping and singing while flashing their lights.

It was such a gorgeous scene. You and Karube chasing each other and tackling to the ground as little stars scattered around you, making the moment almost seem magical. It was a once in a lifetime experience.

Once you both had grown tired, you leant against a small tree that was planted in the corner of the field. You were tucked into his chest, breathing in his scent to relax you.

“Thanks so much for inviting me here babe,” you mumbled against him, earning his soft hand stroking your hair gently. “Why wouldn’t I? I love you so much, I want to share my life with you.”

His words made your heartstrings dance in your chest and your face heat up. Even after being with him for several years, he still knew how to make your heart race with simple words.

You pushed your head even closer to his chest so your cheek was squished up against the cotton material of his shirt. You could feel his heartbeat, rapidly pulsing at a mile a minute. It was almost banging against his ribcage. You frowned and leant back to look into his eyes with concern.

“Are you okay baby?” you asked worryingly. You rubbed your hand against his chest, over his heart. “You’re hearts beating very fast.”

You saw Karube look to the ground to avoid your gaze while he answered you. “It’s probably just from running around before, I’m still a bit out of breath.”

You glanced at him for a little longer before shrugging it off.

Both of you observed the grassy field in front of you in a comfortable silence. Your eyes widened as you saw the ground blossom in bright moonlight, seeing as the clouds had separated to let the moon’s shine through. You smiled and turned to Karube excited.

“Come here!” you pressed, grabbing his hand and pulling him out to the small patch of shorter grass where the moon was shining. “I want to dance.”

“Dance?” Karube repeated. “Baby, you know I can’t dance,” he laughed nervously. You shook your head at his claim and grabbed his hands to place on your waist while you wrapped yours around his neck. “I don’t care, I’m not the best dancer either.”

You slowly began swaying your bodies, spinning in slow circles while keeping your foreheads pressed together and looking into each other’s eyes lovingly. You swore every time you looked at Karube, you felt yourself fall for him more and more.

You saw in your peripheral vision some fireflies beginning to make their way out of the grass again and buzz around the two of you as you slow-danced in the moonlight. You chuckled to yourself, it must have looked like the cliché romantic Disney movie scene, but you wouldn’t have asked for anything more or less.

After a few minutes of silent swaying and feeling the cold breeze on your skin, Karube stopped his movements and pulled back from you. You looked at him confused as to why he stopped.

“Well, I guess there isn’t a better time than now,” he started, making you frown.

Karube gazed into your eyes with a big, goofy smile on his face. His breathing was a bit unleveled. He seemed very nervous.

“Uh, Y/N. I just want to say that, over the past few years I’ve known you, you’ve made me the happiest man I could have ever hoped to have been. You’ve made me a better person in myself, and also have taught me really valuable lessons through our relationship,” he stated, fiddling with the material of your clothes. You smiled at him, a smile spreading across your features as he continued. “I want to thank you for always being there for me, through both the good times and the bad times. I honestly don’t know where I would be without you. And that is why I am doing this.”

You watched in wonder as Karube separated himself from you and slowly knelt down onto one knee. Your heart stopped, there’s no way he was doing what you were thinking he was doing.

He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a small violet box before holding it out to you in both hands. “Y/N L/N, will you please make me the happiest person on earth for the rest of my life and marry me?” He opened the box to reveal a gorgeous ring.

His hopeful eyes glistened in the moonlight up at you. You were covering your mouth in shock, tears filling up your eyes. You couldn’t believe it.

You nodded your head yes, and knelt down to Karube to give him the biggest hug you could ever give, head tucked into his neck and arms wrapped around his shoulders tightly. You heard him let out a big sigh of happiness and wrap his arms around you, squeezing you just as tight.

You leant back and crashed your lips onto his in a heated kiss. You held each other close underneath the moonlight, being the happiest souls that the moon would see for the time it would be awake.

You squealed as Karube suddenly broke the kiss and lifted you up into his arms with your legs clinging around his waist. He had tears of happiness rolling down his cheeks, making you reach out and wipe them away with your thumb gently before giving him another loving kiss on his lips.

“Thank you so much Y/N,” he whispered against your lips happily. “I couldn’t have asked for anything more in my life than you for the rest of it.” You couldn’t speak, so happy and emotional from the event. Your expression said it all to him.

As you slowly made your way back to the house to spend a happy and romantic night together, you and Karube were glued to each other’s side, laughing and cuddling in the cold night air.

He now had everything he ever dreamed of, and he couldn’t have been more happy about it.

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Emily !! so for the gifmaker ask, 48, 41, 32, 1, 36, 46 <3 ok love u lots !! hope your day is going well <33

(Giffing asks) <3

Oooh thank you so much!! My day's been going pretty good!! I sort of woke up early, then slept in late, but I'm staying at my Nan's, so it's very relaxed!! I hope yours is going great too!!! xx

1. What are your top 3 favorite sets you’ve made? Oooh, that's tough!! I think it could be recency bias, but I genuinely love the Umbrella Academy ones I've made lately. I feel like I'll say I Think We're Alone Now, Diego, and this Klaus one (s3 spoilers).

I Think We're Alone Now is just cool. I love how the text looks on it most of all, over the fun, glitchy tinted shots of the siblings dancing. Plus it's one of my favourite scenes, so I was singing the song all day. The Diego one is the first time I really worked hard to make a cool layout myself, and for some reason stumbled into this sort of... dice thing, which I loved. I am also obsessed with the green and the Matrix vibes of it (especially the middle gif). And that Klaus one, I'm just shocked by how much I love the purple-pink gradient. Unsure why I added the minecraft poem but it really made me LOVE the set even more.

32. What is your favorite tool/adjustment layer in Photoshop? Oooh, fun one!!! I'm going to say I love curves. I always start with curves, even if some things end up going underneath it, so it always feels like a lovely start to a recolour, just seeing the colours intensify instantly.

36. Do you gif with something specific in mind or do you just wing it? Lately I've been more specific, at least partially because I've been low on space and have to be economic with what I screencap and what videos go where. But usually I'm not super specific. It depends on the set. Sometims there's a shot I know I'm using and a parallel I want to make, but other times (Glee songs especially) I would just crap as many moments as I wanted, then chisel it down.

41. What is your least favorite part about your gif making process? Getting the videos together. It depends on what I'm making, but for my regulars, I normally have d.ire.ct d.own.loads on my phone, then have to cut whatever clips I want, then upload them to drive, then download them via Google drive on my computer. It's just a lot of fiddling before I get around to actually making the gifs.

46. Ever gotten a really sweet compliment over a set. All the time!!! Everyone in the glee-sphere was always so lovely, but aaah I can't find many of the specifics anymore. I've also had some LOVELY compliments from people within the glee-sphere on my new sets on here, even if they aren't in the TUA fandom. It's basically just been the sweetest group of people!!! xx

48. How would you describe your giffing style Oooh I don't know! Definitely there's been a lot of playing with colour lately. I quite like having deep blacks. And there's a chunkiness to them, I think. I don't know!!

Thank you so so much for these!!! A lot of fun questions here!!! xx

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Kids - (poe dameron x fem!reader)

A/N: Heyoooo!! SHE’S BACK! I’m starting back with a quickie;) because I am still getting used to my new home and am not emotionally settled in yet. You know how it is. This one is inspired by Orville Peck’s ‘Kids’. It’s a banger so you should listen to it as well!

If I used your gif, please shoot me a message so I can add your tag! :)

Word count: 900

Warnings: lil angst, I cursed

The voice of Shara Bey filtered through the small sunlit house to reach the two playing toddlers stationed in the living room.

"Poe! Share with Y/N." She scolded her son.

The small black haired boy knocked his toy X-Wing against his friend's forehead, giving her a swollen welt the size of a Whisperbird egg.

She cried out and clutched her head, dropping her grip on Poe's toy.

The small boy waddled off hurriedly in the direction of his room. He was halfway to his door when a strong hand wrapped onto his shirt and yanked him backwards.

"Poe Dameron you apologize right now!" Shara exclaimed, her voice sterner than the small boy had ever heard it before.

Poe whimpered in his mother's strong grasp.

She pulled him into the crook of one elbow, carrying him like a football, back towards the screaming Y/N.

Shara's husband, Kes Dameron, entered the living room from his workshop, his hands covered with mechanical grease. "Shara, what's...?" His words trailed off as he looked over the scene and began to put the pieces together. The man reached down to pick up the squealing girl and cradle her in his arms. He ran a hand over her welt and she yelped in pain.

"Poe, you need to apologize to Y/N." Shara said, her gaze firm on the squirming boy in her arms.

Poe whined for a beat and then said, "But, it's not fair, Mommy! She has a toy and she tried to take mine!"

"Not everything in life is fair, Poe. That doesn't mean you get to be mean, you understand?" One of her dark eyebrows raised.

The small boy sighed and mumbled, "I'm sorry."

"I don't think she can hear you, son." Kes said, nodding to the wailing girl in his arms.

"I'm sorry Y/N." Poe said again, extravagantly emphasizing every word.

"Good. Now, get in your room, mister. You're in time out." Shara said as she dropped him back to the ground.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Jolting out of his slumber, Poe Dameron sat up in his bed. He ran a hand through his thick black hair and over his stubble-ridden face.

His dream began to dissipate from his mind and the day in front of him began to materialize.

'Have to go to briefing in 20 minutes, need to double check the hyperdrive on Black One before the mission this afternoon, should probably shower-' His to-do list for the day was interrupted by the jingle of an incoming call on his holomessager.

Poe leaned over in bed and took the singing device from his nightstand. His eyes scanned over the Aurebesh on the device, denoting who his call was from.

"Y/N!" Poe said, the excitement in his voice causing it to warble. The man flipped the blanket and sheets off his bed and hurried to his closet, pulling the first pair of pants he could find. He snapped them on and then clicked the answer key on his holomessager.

Your face shone brightly on the screen in front of him, your mouth pulled back in a smile and the small scar Poe gave you on your forehead. "Dameron! How's my favorite Resistance member?"

Poe smiled and rubbed his palm across the back of his neck. "Hey, Y/N. It's good to hear from you."

You sighed and shifted your hips. "Yeah, sorry it took so long to get back to you, we had to move our Base out of Bagano. First Order troops crash landed here and some of them survived to call for a rescue transport, which-"

"Brought even more First Order troops to your secret Base." The Commander nodded in understanding.

"Right." You replied, your bottom lip in your mouth.

Poe chuckled. "I can't believe neither one of us have died yet."

You laughed. "I can't believe it either. With all the shit both of us have been through."

"Remember our first flying lesson? Without BB-8, we wouldn't have made it out of that one." The pilot shook his head in wonder.

"BB-8 is the only reason either of us are alive, I'm pretty sure."

Poe snickered and grabbed a shirt from his closet and pulled it on.

"Poe?" You asked, your voice suddenly quiet.

"Hmm?" He responded.

"Promise you'll keep calling me until one of us dies?"

The Commander's eyebrows scrunched. "Y/N, of course. I thought that was the deal."

"Good...." You bit your lip, vying to keep your heart from spilling down your lips. "You're like the only thing that keeps me sane in this war."

Poe nodded and looked down at his bare feet. "I feel the same way about you."

"I wish we could-" Your chest tightened.

"Me too." He interrupted. "I thought that I was dreaming. The first time you kissed me." Poe's voice clipped towards the end of his sentiment. His face drew back in shock at his confession.

"Poe..." You shook your head.

The man on the other side of your holomessager kept up his momentum, "But, I know this isn't the academy anymore; I know that."

You nodded your head, "We can't go back to being those kids again, Dameron."

"Maybe we don't have to be those kids again, maybe we can just be us. Together."

The backs of your eyes pricked hot with emotion. You swallowed, "We have to make it out of this thing alive first."

Poe nodded his head and took his top lip into his mouth. "Yeah."

"Just keep calling me, Dameron." You whispered.

"I will. I still really, really love you." He smiled, the sides of his eyes pained with the distance between the two of you.

You smiled gently back. "I still really, really, love you too."

POE DAMERON TAGLIST: @softly-sad​ @itsamedeemoney 

ANY/EVERYTHING TAGLIST: @mcolbz14​

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Lay all your love on me | Part 1

(I don't own this gif. Credits to the owner)

Warning: Flashbacks. Language. Mentions of poor mental health, angst.

W/C: 2.8k.

A/N: Hello! This is the first part of Lay all your love on me. You can find the next parts on my pinned masterlist here.

MASTERLIST 

Your last day on set has finally arrived. It's amazing how time flies when you're busy doing things you really love, surrounded by magnificient people. It makes you forget about your every day routine and to have some fun from time to time.

Everybody was getting their make-up done for the last day of filming. As you entered the trailer in order to get yours done, a sweet, delicate voice called you.

"(Y/n)! Are you ready for our last day?" Lucy asked with a bright smile on her face while sitting on her personalized black chair, which had her name written at the back.

You smiled. "To be honest, I'm not doing too well, I'm gonna miss you guys so much." You said with a pouty face. Lucy said she would miss all of you too. 

“Oh, nice baby bump!” 

You furrowed your brows but then you remembered. You were wearing a fake silicone belly, since your character was going to be pregnant in that scene. 

“Yeah, he’s kicking so hard.” You joked. 

You sat on your chair as your assistant helped you put your wig.  You laughed at your reflection in the mirror. "I still can't used to this wig." You found it odd to wear a blonde wig.

“At least they didn’t give you a perm!” Joe appeared holding two cups of coffee on each of his hands. “Here you have, my wonderful wife.” he approached you and gave you one of the cups. You laughed at his comments. 

“Thank you, Mr. Deacon.” You thanked him and left a kiss on his cheek.

Joe bringing you coffee on set every morning became a habit, one you were very delighted with. He was so kind with you that you swore your heart could just melt for every little thing he did for you. 

And while drinking your coffee, you remembered your very first day on set and how you and Joe started talking. 

Filming had already started by your first day on set. Today, you would meet the entire cast of the wonderful movie you were going to take part in. You felt an overwhelming joy for being part of such an incredible project, not only because it was a big step in your career as an actress, but also because you were a Queen fan. And it was your very first time in London.

Your very first scene was Freddie’s birthday party. You greeted all of your new cast mates before paying attention to the director’s indications. 

You sat between two of your cast mates. One of them was wearing a long-haired blonde wig and the other a long-haired brown one with a strange fringe. You were wearing a wig as well. It was a black-haired one with a fringe and low pony tails falling over your shoulders. Your eyes had a beautiful emerald eye-shadow which you weren’t very comfortable with but you didn’t care, you were another person now, it was your job.

As they started filming, you kept a conversation with the actor that played John Deacon’s role, your husband, of who you didn't remember his name. You smile at each other and them you both joined the conversation that the others were having about Freddie’s life as his mom stood up and looked for family pictures.

The director decided to take some breaks in between the scenes. It was a good opportunity to introduce yourself and to make some new friends. 

“Hey, nice to meet you. I’m Ben.” said the blonde one who was next to you and you told him your name. The other actors joined him and all of you started talking. There was something strange in one of them, the one who was next to you and introduced himself as Joe. Why was he talking so weird? 

“Why are you doing a bad American accent?” You asked him laughing. He furrowed his eyebrows and opened his mouth but didn’t say anything, he looked as if he was trying to find the words to say. “B-but, t-that’s my voice.” he said confused. 

“Oh shit, I’m so sorry.” You said and covered your face with your hands. That’s why you don’t have friends, stupid, you said to yourself. 

Your face was burning and you felt absolutely embarrassed. How long have you been on set? Three hours? And you were already causing trouble. 

He laughed. “Nevermind. What an awesome compliment. I mean, I’ve been working on it so hard and you thought that I was actually British but...What’s wrong with my voice? I think it’s a pretty convincing American accent. Anyway, thanks for the compliment.” 

“I’m really really sorry, I don’t know why I said that.” Your face was still red. You wished the Earth would swallow you, you wanted to disappear from his sight. He put his hand on your shoulder.

“Hey, you don’t need to apologize. I really meant what I’ve said, it was a nice compliment, I’m prouder of myself now!” He assured you and gave you an expression that indicated everything was okay and there wasn’t anything bad at what you had said, he wasn’t mad at that. 

You weren’t very convinced but after getting closer to him the following days, you realized that he was telling you the truth and there wasn’t anything you should worry about. After that, you both talked about each other’s lives. You found out he lived in New York, just as you. He was from there but you were from New Jersey. You told him how you ended up moving to New York to study and work on your acting career. Since that day, you both became very good friends. And the same thing happened with Ben, Gwilym, Rami and Lucy, you became close to them because of your new friendship with Joe. 

“Let’s take a picture for Instagram.” Joe suggested. You stood next to him, with your right hand covering half of your mouth showing surprise and Joe put one of his hands on your fake belly and the other did the same as yours. 

Lucy took the photo. 

@Joe_Mazzello: Say hi to the Deacon family! @(y/n)(y/s/n) #BohemianRhapsody #Queen #DeaconFamily 

~

The director was giving the last indications for the scene. We will rock you. You were on a sofa next to Joe, having a conversation as Ben did the same with the actress who played his wife and the one who was Gwilym’s wife sat there looking at him, while he was looking at Rami, completely annoyed. The girls were very good actresses but unfortunately, they weren’t very close to the rest of the cast and won’t be joining the future tour press since they have another projects in the pipeline. 

“You look so funny in that blonde wig.” Joe teased you, knowing that you hated it. 

Actually, Joe wanted to tell you that you looked beautiful, as always, but he wasn't bold enough to do it.

"Shut up or I'll take your wig off." You threatened him, he mocked you and rested his head on your shoulder.

And after that, Gwilym ordered everybody to join him. He came up with the beat of a new song he had been working on. Suddenly, all of you were clapping your hands at the third beat as Rami appeared and apologized for being late. He asked what was going on and Gwilym explained he wanted to give the audience a song they could perform and be part of it and you all began to sing and clap your hands.

"Cut!" The director shouted.

And everything was done. There were no scenes left, nothing else. After that, Rami suggested to go and have coffee. All of you were sat on the floor and drinking your coffee.

"I can't believe it's our last day." You said.

"I still remember the very first time you were on set." Gwilym said. "And the odd American accent." he moved his gaze from you to Joe and laughed.

"Oh no, please, I'm still ashamed of that." You begged him not no bring that back.

Memories from set were mentioned as you took a sip of coffee. You had a big smile on your face as you remembered probably one of the best days of your life and the best memory on set.

"Who's coming over?" You asked Rami, who was taking his crown off and put in on your head, you laughed.

"I don't know, darling. Maybe some fans." He shrugged. He got used to talking like Freddie.

After Freddie's party scene in Garden Lodge, the director suggedted to take a break and said that they had some guests on set that day.

"I thought we were going to film the I want to break free music video now." Gwilym said thoughtful with his hand on his chin.

"Hey mates, look who are here today!" Ben said as he, Joe and Lucy stood next to you, Rami and Gwilym and pointed at the door.

You couldn't believe your eyes when you saw them.

Brian May and Roger Taylor were a few feet away from you. Brian and Roger, from Queen, your favorite band, your idols.

"Hey folks, How are you doing today?" Asked Brian with a charming smile. 

Everybody greeted them but you. You were in shock, your face was as white as a sheet and your jaw was slacked. Lucy seemed to notice you and held your hand. 

Joe put his hand in your back and rubbed it softly. “Let’s go outside and catch some fresh air.” 

“Hey, who’s this pretty lady?” Roger asked. He took off his black glasses. 

“(Y/n) are you okay?” Lucy asked worried and the four men next to you turned to look. 

Oh God, you were absolutely nervous. Never in your craziest dreams you thought about having this opportunity. You knew that Brian and Roger sometimes visited the set but you didn’t think they would do it a day you were there. 

“I-I-I’m (Y/n)...” you extended your shaky hand. “Oh sorry for this, but I’m a big fan of Queen and...Oh God I can’t believe it!” Roger laughed and took your hand and shook it. You thought you were going to faint. You could feel your knees weaken. 

“No! I’m okay” You were shaking.

“Wow, it’s nice to meet you. I’ve seen some pictures of you here on set with these amazing people, you’re doing amazing.” He said and Brian nodded. 

“We’re finally meeting!” Brian said and you smiled with watery eyes. 

Joe wondered what made you deal with so much pain, you'd never said anything about that. He felt his heart broke at the mere thought of you being in pain.

Brian and Roger were absolutely grateful for your words. 

“I feel like I’m dreaming.” You laughed nervously. “You guys don’t have an idea of how much I appreciate you, your music helped me to heal so much pain and I will be forever grateful for that. I wanna show you something.” You said as you uncover your left wrist from your sleeve. You had a beautiful butterfly tattooed and under it, a lyric from one of your favorite songs by Queen, Spread your wings. “I’ve had this for over 12 years now and one of my biggest wishes was to show it to both of you someday and to thank you for everything."

“I’m glad our music help you in any possible way.” Brian said “And your tattoo is amazing. John would be very pleased If he saw it” You smiled. 

“I love it.” Roger said. “Hey Bri, why don’t we take a photo with her for Instagram?” 

“That would be nice.” 

Oh my God. 

"Let me be your photographer." Rami asked Brian for his phone and took some photos of your tattoo and others of you with them. A few minutes after that, your phone buzzed. Queen has tagged you on a post. 

@OfficialQueenMusic: “So glad to meet a fan today that will be part of our upcoming movie. Thank you for sharing your story with us @(y/n)(y/s/n) #BohemianRhapsody” 

That was, by far, the best day of your entire life. 

“Hey, come back to Earth, where are you?” Ben asked moving a hand in your face. You shook your head. 

“I was thinking about the first time I met Brian and Roger.” You blushed and he laughed.

“Oh, the day you almost pass out” Ben joked and you slapped him on his arm. “Hey, Am I telling a lie?” 

“Of course I almost pass out, my eyes were lucky to see Brian and Roger in person.” You and Ben giggled. 

“I’m going to miss you, do you know that?” Ben asked. 

“So do I!” You hugged him. Smiling. "You know I'm going to visit you."

Those weeks on set made you realize how lucky you were to find such incredible people. After years and years of being alone in your misery. After the countless nights you cried yourself to sleep and feeling like a piece of shit for being so alone in this world, everything was making sense now. 

You never told them about what you had been through. Being a teenager wasn’t easy. You wanted people to destroy the concept that your teenage years are supposed to be fun and those are the best years of your life because when you hit your late 20s, responsibilities are hard to manage and everything seems to be falling apart. Why couldn’t you be happy now?

Now, that you were 30, that everything was left behind. You wished you could say that you were a happy teenager and you didn’t have to fake a smile and pretend everything was okay. There were days you barely could get out of your house and see other people, or even worse, some days you couldn’t get out of bed and shower because there wasn’t any motivation at all. And no one understood. No one knew how hard it was being you, having such an stressful life that you worried about every little thing and it seemed you would never be at peace. You never felt safe. How hard it was to interact with others without thinking that they just did it to be nice to you or that they were desperately waiting for you to shut your fucking mouth. Isolation didn’t feel right. Loneliness didn’t feel right. Nothing felt right at all. You couldn’t keep pretending to be happy, you needed a reason to keep holding on, something that made you believe that your life was going to change, you wanted to be back on your feet and to know that all of that pain was gone.

Maybe it wasn’t so hard to be you, and eventually, you would find out where you belonged. You felt it was taking forever and you couldn’t wait for things to get better. You knew that someday things would be better and that your day would come. Sometimes you wished someone would save you, but you knew that you had to save yourself. If only you could find what you've been looking for. "How could this happen to me? "was the only thing that was always on your mind. You were sick of this life, you wanted to scream. You felt out of place, you were sick of feeling so left out.

And at that moment, you knew that your 18-year-old-self would be proud of you. Proud of the woman you had become and that now, all of your worries were left behind. You didn’t have to worry about that again, but it was still hard to open your heart and tell people about it. You weren’t embarrassed, it was part of you, part of your story but you didn’t want people to pity you. 

You didn’t realize you were almost crying until Joe spoke. 

“What’s going on?” He hugged you. Your vision was blurry, it was difficult for you to see clearly. You wiped your tears with your thumb and you chuckled. 

“I’m very emotional today. I’m grateful for everything that this movie brought me, especially the five of you.” 

There was a broad smile on Joe’s face. “Well, I’m glad you say that because you won’t get rid of me so easily, huh?” He joked. Joe always knew how to make you smile. But he was right, you lived like 30 minutes away from him, you would see each other everyday. “I have a list of places we’re visiting after coming back to New York.” 

“That’s why I love you.” You hugged him again. He smiled.

Joe felt something on his chest. He wished that I love you meant something else than being loved as a friend, but at the same time, he didn’t want to feel like this, he didn’t want to be in love again. Since his last girlfriend cheated on him with his friend, he couldn’t feel anything for someone. All of his dates failed and he decided to take some time for himself.

But there was something Joe couldn’t deny, when you were near, everything seemed so easy, he could look into your eyes and forget the world. 

“I love you even more.” 

[jaskierskisses]

Meeting You (Part II)

About Acceptation in episode 1x02

The Witcher Meta. Geraskier meta. Netflix.

Hi my friends! This is the second part from 1x02 Netflix Show meta.

If you want to read the first ones from this series, here you have the links...

The Monster Inside of You (1x01 meta)

Meeting You (Part I) 1x02 meta.

I will talk in this opportunity in the beautiful parallel between Jester/Yennefer, Ciri/Dara and Geralt/Jaskier, we will talk about ACCEPTATION.

I want to say thank you to my friend @agusvedder she made the gifs for this meta. Thank you girl!

Not Human

The scene in the cave with the elfs was very meaningful. We were able to listen their penurious lives, and how the information between human were not truth.

Jaskier was in awe too... But mostly, because he discovers Geralt wasn't human...

When the elfs were discussing about TWO HUMANS. Geralt marked JUST ONE. Pointing at himself as NOT HUMAN. So Jaskier's face is full of a sorrowful surprise...

Jaskier discovers Geralt's unnatural origin. And is almost a shock. But even so... He will accept him and following him, as he will show by the end of the episode.

Filavendrel starts talking about mongrel children, giving us a clue about the real origin of the Witcher.

There's a scene, I couldn't take the screenshot, but, we can see Geralt and Jaskier back to back, and in the middle of that inverted triangle, the camera spots Filavendrel and the female elf, into a very comforting situation. He was caressing her face, with concern. This is very meaningful related to Geralt and Jaskier, it will be mark their progress in their friendship.

After the speech, Geralt tries to convince Filavendrel to approach humans again...

But Filavendrel rejects Geralt behavior among humans, he thinks the Witcher is avoiding his true blood by helping humans.

Accepting you as you are

Jumping to Yennefer and Jester scene, we had a confession about true origins too.

Yennefer tells Jester her father was half elf, and she is cursed because of that... She even says...

And Jester... Knowing Yen's truth, accepts her... He says TILL NOW and kisses her.

And my brain went woah! Because that's a beautiful and huge parallel marking us how writers are putting this on purpose. You will see what I'm talking about, I just want to read put another paralell to make the comparison: Dara and Ciri.

When Ciri discovers her savior was an elf, she accepts him by saying THANK YOU to him, and that's when the young elf decides to talk with her for the first time: I'M DARA. He gave her his name. Because she had just accepted him. An elf.

Now... Yennefer and Jester were about to separate when too in this episode, and we had this scene as parallel...

As Yennefer, this time is Geralt who's trying to say goodbye... Maybe because, as Yen, he thought after telling his true nature, the bard, a human, would desist of his plans... But he was wrong, because Jaskier, as Jester, accepted him, and decided to follow him anyway. To be his friend. To change people's idea about him.

And he starts to compose the song... The lyrics caught Geralt's attention, because it wasn't talking about the elfs with truth and respect. Then... Jaskier says very wise words... And is so meaningful he passed by Geralt, taking the guide position, in front Roach.

"Respect doesn't make history."

Geralt understood his words, he was right. They needed the lies and the twisted version to get to his ambitions. Just like Yennefer will do.

And now is Geralt who's following Jaskier, who walks guiding him and singing his adventures.

To Conclude:

The parallel between Geralt and Jaskier with the romantic couple in this episode, is on purpose, and is showing us how Jaskier decides to follow (to love) this not human Witcher, accepting everything from him.

Jaskier is a representation of destiny, romance, a new guidance in the road with his particular and poetic wisdom.

Geralt accepts him too, following him while the song is playing.

I hope you enjoy this meta. See you in the next one!

Tags: @agusvedder @mrsaquaman187 @legendary-destiel @spnsmile @jawnlockwinchester

If you want to be tagged in this list, just let me know.

Buenos Aires March 10th 2020 1:14 AM

[har-rison-s]

ask me why

IT: CHAPTER TWO SPOILERS!

request: I love your stan fics!! could you possibly write a sad, angsty one where the reader and stan were childhood sweethearts and they move away and forget each other because of the magic of derry and then when she comes back she’s heartbroken over his death. maybe the scene where they are in the neibolt with the spider-stan(😭😭) and she freaks out and has like a panic attack because she realises he’s not there to help her anymore? idk if that makes sense? thank you either way❤️keep the stan coming!!

A/N: Oh, my goodness. I am the reader and the writer in this one, my feelings are one with her on this one. Oh, god... I'm heartbroken. Also school is tomorrow and I hate gooooiiinnnng but I gotta. Anyways, hope you like this and that it's what you're looking for! Happy reading!

warnings: death, grief, panic attack, descriptions of blood and suicide. Take tissues cause this is very emotional, trust me. Get ready.

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“The bathtub.” Beverly says into the phone before Patty can. Beverly realises that what she saw twenty seven years ago had happened. What a tragedy. She thinks of how Patty feels and then glances over at Y/N, who waits for Bev to end the call and tell everyone what Patty said. How ever will she tell her? It'll break her heart, it will break the girl herself. “Patty, I'm so sorry, honey. You can call anytime, alright?”

“I'm sorry, I have to go.” Patty tells Beverly and hangs up. Beverly puts her phone in her pocket and turns to her friends. All their faces awaiting, impatient and nervous of what she might say. Is it true what the fortune cookies told them or is IT playing tricks on them? 

“Stanley's gone. In--In the bathtub. There's blood everywhere, Patty said.” Beverly says, but she's looking at Y/N while she's talking. Her face falls. Her eyes empty in a second, looking hollow and abundant. Everyone gasps and mutters words of shock and disbelief. In her ears, everything fades out and she can only hear his voice. Stanley.

“Let's go swimming.” He turns to her with the biggest smile. She tilts her head to one side. “I won't scare you, I promise.” Stan raises his arms up in mock defense. She sighs.

“Okay, fine.” Y/N agrees and raises to her feet. The pair lock hands, taking steps towards the lake, skipping here and there. They're both smiling at each other. Y/N leans towads Stanley's shoulder with her head, resting it there and humming. 

He didn't scare her in the water for the first time. He usually tells her there's something big underwater and when she looks under to see if there is indeed something, Stan would grab her thighs and she'd scream. No more of that, he said to himself after Y/N told him she's starting to get scared of the water.

She feels her heart being crunched up by someone's hand. Fate, it could be. But it's IT. IT is responsible for this. For all of this. 

Her lungs collapse, too. Y/N feels like she can't take breaths anymore, like she never will. Feels like her lungs have closed down, stopped working. Like they're filled with water or something even heavier. Like there's never going to be air in her lungs, like they're filled to the brim. Never possible of saving.

She opens her mouth to try and breathe, but she's hiccuping, coughing almost. 

Stanley. Stanley Uris. Her Stanley. 

The most beautiful boy she's ever layed her eyes on in her whole life. Anyone she saw as a person of potential interest in her so-far life was lacking something, she realises now. One thing. They weren't him.

His radiant smile that made her smile when she didn't feel like ever smiling again, when she had forgot how to. Lightened up the room and shone like the sun. Made her feel like there was nothing bad in the world. 

His voice. The boy could sing, but only she knew that. He never sang in front of anyone else, none of his friends. Only her. And she loved it.

He thought he was bad at singing but God, did he sound like an angel. He was very insecure about it, that's all.

“Sing what you want to. I wanna hear it, whatever the song!” She beamed, resting her head in her hands, her elbows on Stanley's desk surface. Stanley sighs, sitting in a chair not so far from her and his desk. He looks down, lip bitten, deep in choosing the song he could sing. 

“Okay, okay,” he says, lifting his head and breathing deeply in and out, preparing himself, “but don't laugh.” Stan points a finger at Y/N. She shakes her head.

“I would never, baby.” She says. “Go ahead.”

Stan takes a breath in and out and, after a few more seconds, starts finally singing. “I love you, whoo-hoo-whoo-hoo, cause you tell me things I want to know,” He sings. He doesn't look Y/N in the eyes as he sings, he focuses on one of the furniture facing him. He's so shy about it, “and it's true, whoo-hoo-whoo-hoo, that it really only goes to show...

“That I know, that I, I, I, I should never, never, never be blue-ooh!” He hits the highnote perfectly. “Now you're mine, my happiness still makes me cry. And in time you'll understand the reason why if I cry, it's not because I'm sad. 

“But you're the only love that I've ever had.” He looks at her at once. Because he means the words, wants to sing them to her, wants to tell her those words. They're true. 

Y/N smiles wide, happy tears in the corners of her eyes. Stanley smiles wide and rushes over to her. He kneels before her and his face is mischievous, up to something.

“I can't believe,” he resumes singing, a theatrical facial expression on his features, which makes Y/N giggle, “it's happened to me. I can't concieve of anymore,” he extends his arm in the air, “mi-se-ry!” He exclaims, a mock-brave and determined look on his face. As if he was playing Superman, who's flying through the air after saving a particular girl form danger. 

Y/N giggles histerically, looking at Stanley and holding his other hand. He drops the act and leans closer into her face. Not too close, not that intimate. At least not yet.

“Ask me why,” he sings quieter, “I'll say I love you,” with each verse, he gets closer and closer, keeping their eyes locked on each other, “and I'm always thinking of you...” Stan drifts off and kisses her on the lips tenderly, sweetly. Just like he sang a second ago. 

Her knees buckle in, her feet give out. Gravity or rather, horrible pain and grief, takes over her completely and she's falling down to the ground. In the street, between her friends. All of them immediately get closer to her, huddle around her. 

They see the terrifying look on her face. It's everything mixed. Pain, memories, grief, terror, fear, anger, longing... It's all in there, in her wide, wide, as-big-as-buttons eyes. Mouth agape. She looks just like a person having a stroke would look. And her friends are actually scared that she is having one.

“Y/N!” Beverly calls to her, hoping to get her out of this horrid and scary trance. Ben pushes Y/N in a sitting position from behind so she wouldn't be laying on the wet, dirty ground of the Derry street. 

She gasps and hiccups and tries to regain control over her body and brain. But her mind can't help but go back to the best memories of her childhood. And her body is completely out of order, out of anyone's control. Her friends try to shake her, bring her back to them pysically first. 

The only thing they get from her before Y/N completely shuts down, is one word. “Stanley.” It's a quiet whisper that they barely heard. It was like a mutter between her lips, something meant for only her to hear. 

Her wide eyes close instantly and her mouth, too. She's limp in Ben's and Beverly's arms. “No! Y/N!” She exclaims, afraid something serious has happened to her. Some sort of internal, physical damage. But she's having a very pleasant dream, unconscious to her friends.

“Let's see that!” Stanley takes her sketchbook from her, making Y/N gasp and pry after her book, her pencil still in hand. 

“I'm not finished!” She exclaims, but it's no use. Everyone's huddled around Stanley holding her sketchbook and already looking at the new drawing she really has not finished yet.

“Oh my God, that is so pretty!” Beverly says.

“I'm the prettiest one, of course, thank you, Y/N.” Richie boasts. 

“Then I shall draw your horrible witch nose bigger, Rich!” She says and the kids both stick their tongues at each other, mean faces showing. Y/N comes closer to Stan holding the book.

Everyone's gasping and pointing at themselves in the artwork, saying how alike the drawing is to real life. And though Y/N loves the compliments and thanks them, she really needs to finish the piece so that it could be even more prettier and perfect.

She puts her hand firmly on the sketchbook and pulls it towards herself. Stanley looks at her with his delinquent famous smile and holds the book tight in his hands.

“Give it back, I need to finish it.” She requests. Stan takes the book closer to his chest. 

“What will I have for that?” He bargains and she narrows her eyes at the boy. 

“If you give it back,” she starts, “I'll give you the whole book. For your own exploitation.”

“Come on! We're hoping for something more enticing, Y/N!” Richie cries and Eddie hits his arm, despite snickering.  

“What about a kiss?” Stan suggests and Y/N lets herself smile at him. She throws herself at him, kissing him hard on the lips as they both smile wicked smiles. 

“Ew!” Everyone exclaims upon the action and turns away from the couple. 

“Guys, they're so cute.” Beverly cheers, but everyone boos her, already finding new things to do. Beverly laughs to herself and turns back to her book in the hammock. 

Stanley and Y/N pull apart, smiling and looking at each other with heart eyes and looks of pure gratitude and appreciation. Though their friends exclaim in disgust whenever the two show a bit of affection towards each other, they really love them and can't help wishing for the same kind of love in their lives. They're happy for the most loving best friends in their group, very happy.

“Guys, she's waking up!” Eddie calls out to his friends once he sees Y/N opening her eyes slowly. He hopes she's really waking up, not just a flutter of the eyelids in-between dreams or nightmares. Richie, Bill, Mike, Beverly and Ben come up to the hotel's lounge sofa where Y/N is laying, now conscious. 

“Hey, honey,” Beverly tries to smile at her. She takes Y/N's hands between her own, “how are you feeling?” She asks.

“I would love not to answer that question.” Y/N says and sits up. Her friends sigh, somehow relieved by her answer and her healthy look. “How long was I—how long ago—” She can't seem to form the question she wants to ask.

“A couple hours.” Eddie answers her un-finished question. “Do you need some Advil or Morphine?” He questions. Y/N furrows her eyebrows at the man. 

“No, thanks.” She says. “So, what are we doing, what's our plan?”

“Well, since Beverly has seen us all die,” Richie starts to say, oblivious that his words might trigger tears and intense emotions in Y/N. Unwantedly, tears start dripping down onto her sweater and jeans in hot streams, “we need to kill the stupid clown this time. Otherwise, we'll die. Just how Bev's seen us die.”

Y/N sobs, pulling her knees to her chest and letting it all out. She sobs and she cries and she hiccups and she wails, heartbreaking sounds for her friends' ears. 

“I don't care.” She cries. “I don't care. I'll die, then. I don't care.” She shakes her head, repeating the phrases over and over.

“Well, that was my plan.” Richie admits. 

“We can't let you die, Y/N.” Ben tells her. But she doesn't listen. She doesn't want to hear support or any positive comments from anyone now.

“Listen, Y/N/N,” Mike starts to say, sitting closer to her, “there is a way to kill him. For real this time.” This is what makes her look at Mike, or look at anyone, really. He's caught her attention. Is it true?

“Trust us, Y/N. W-W-We can end IT he-here and n-now.” Bill joins in. She looks at him, she looks at Beverly, she looks at Ben, and Richie and Eddie. They're all nodding. Quite sure that there really is a way for them to get rid of this horrid creature that's ruined so many lives. Finally do it. And they get to do it. 

No one will know it if they do, no one will congratulate them and put crowns on their heads and give them flowers. But it doesn't matter. They'll be heroes to themselves and to the people who have lost everything because of this stupid killer clown. If they succeed and don't die in the process.

The whole point was to find an artifact from your childhood here. It had to be burned. Y/N's was a portrait of herself that Stan did. He tried really hard. And she doesn't want to burn it now. 

She sat in the clubhouse alone, after everyone left, crying. Full-out sobbing and wailing in her deep sorrow. She was completely spent after it, save Pennywise spooking her out of there, the portrait crumpled up in her fist tightly. 

IT thought it'd be funny to portray itself as Stanley who was drowning in his own blood and almost taking Y/N with him, if she hadn't ran up the stairs. It's not real, it's not real. Her fear was drowning and losing Stanley. And the fact that one of them came true is just so unacceptably sad. Devastating. (A/N: I want to cry.)

She layed in the grass above the Clubhouse for however long she needed to calm down and pick up her broken pieces, mentally and physically. She slowly rose to her feet and started her way back to the hotel. She thought she saw Bowers on her way back, but she told herself she's just mistaken the man for Bowers. But, when Eddie came out of his room with blood gushing out of his cheek and said that Bowers is in his room, she realised she wasn't mistaken with who she saw.

After an argument and Richie trying to flee the town, the Losers Club reunited and bravely went back into the Neibolt house to kill IT once and for all. Y/N was scared, hollow, but with the realisation and perk that she had nothing to lose anymore. She had lost the most important thing in her whole life. Nothing can be worse than that.

They were a mess. Not five minutes into the trip in Neibolt and they had split up, everything was in shambles and they couldn't get a hold of themselves or each other.

Y/N was crouched down, turned inwards, in the corner of the must-have-been kitchen. Her head between her hands and her eyes on Stanley. Or Stanley's head. The one that now had spider legs grown out of it. His eyes are... horrid. No sign of life or love or anything good. Death, hate, anger, maliciousness. None of these qualities were something that Stan ever contained.

Tears are streaming down her face in a quick pace, scorching her cheeks and eyes, irritating the skin. Her throat is already dry from the screaming and crying for the past twelve hours. It hurts to cry, but it hurts to see... this weird Stanley Uris. She can't help but cry.

Her love. Her life. Her only love ever. The boy that was ready to give her everything he could give from him. The boy who was ready to show her the world, who was ready to take the moon and stars from the sky if she ever asked, the boy who was ready to protect and love her like no one else could ever try.

He's dead. He's dead because of IT and its wrath and its toll on Stanley. How unfair. How unfair for IT to do this to such a caring, innocent young boy. How dare he. Stanley had done nothing wrong in his life to get this end. Stanley hadn't done anything wrong for something or someone to bite him back in the form of IT, a killer clown or a weird-looking woman. 

She's filled with fury. She's still crying, still bawling and moaning in emotional pain while her friends are in panic. Stanley's spider form is not getting off Richie. Bill is trying to help him, Eddie's in another corner, frozen in fear, as well. God, he can't even help his friends. He's so scared. His fear and traumatic memories have been so repressed and now they're coming back in a second's time, all at once, and hitting him in the face like a brick. Quite physically.

Y/N picks up a spike from the floor. She figures it must be laying there since Pennywise got it out of his head when Beverly stabbed him. Twenty-seven years ago... When Stan was still alive... When they were all in one piece. Her face twists in utter anger and she growls, almost. Eddie's eyes flicker over to her, scared of her, too. He hopes she's not another form of IT.

Y/n holds the spike in her hands so tight it makes her hand hurt. But she doesn't care. She must do this. At least this. She staggers over the room to where Richie, Bill and Stan's head are with the spike in her hands and, upon reaching them, immediately starts hitting the damn spider-head with the spike's sharp end.

She's screaming and crying and calling IT names, calling the entity out for what he's done, for what he is. Her every emotion is spilling out into each hit and each word and spit of her tongue.

Richie and Bill start screaming, and Y/N tries hard not to hit Richie in the process. The spider-head grows weaker and falls off of Richie, who now has a very bloody shirt. Bill helps him get up, and the men both watch Y/N completely destroying the spider-head with the spike. 

She's yelling, she sounds like an animal, there's anguish and rage. The only things they see existing in her. Blood is everywhere, the head is screaming, as well, blood and guts and brains and pieces of spider-legs everywhere. Horrid, disgusting scene all around.

The moment the head is hit to complete pieces is when Y/N finally groans out, relief in the groan, and drops the spike. She collapses on the floor next to the destroyed head, her hand on her stomach. 

That was a big thing. A big step. In stepping over her fears and in starting to get over Stan's death. If she's ever capable of that. 

“Y/N!” Bill and Richie go over to her, helping her stand up. Eddie's in terrible shock from everything he's seeing, he can't move.

“I'm fine, guys, I'm fine. That just took a lot of strength.” She says and takes a few deep breaths, panting as the two men hold her by her sides and back supportively. 

“You're a fucking hero, Y/N.” Richie says. She doesn't say anything, and nor does anyone else for a while. Richie and Bill exchange looks, thinking the same thing.

Y/N could destroy a thing that looked exactly like the love of her life. While her fear is losing him, Stanley dying or just... going away in any other way. She is so brave. Much, much more brave than the two of them combined, at least now. She is so, so brave and strong. She could be the main key to destroying IT when they get to the layer.

A/N: Maybe this was very dramatic, but just... imagine being in the Losers' place. Imagine it, just... swim deep into the thought and concept. It couldn't be otherwise.

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[happysunshinebois]

Hey I know you're probably swamped with requests, but I figured I might as well ask. If you're up for it can you do a RFA+ reaction hc thing for the RFA walking in on MC dancing and singing to Careless Whisper? I love that song so much and I'm always singing it when it comes on now matter where I am lol thanks!

Hi hello this is so long overdue I’m so sorry. You were like one of my first requests. This was honestly so much fun to write and you got me into Careless Whisper so bad I literally listened to the 10 hr version bc I needed to listen and also I loved it so thank you so much. I hope these scenarios are good! I tried to mix some things up so they weren’t all the same but I hope you like them nonetheless! 

Zen:

As the music dies something in your eyes calls to mind a silver screen and all it’s sad goodbyes

Some backstory: he had to learn this song for a performance, he has a routine and everything and he remembers all of it

But he puts the choreography this time and when he walks in after hearing the song and your door being cracked open

He’s a little surprised to see you fluidly dancing around the room with an invisible partner and when you switch to “playing the sax”, he has to stifle a laugh

He doesn’t know how you haven’t noticed him standing in your doorway yet

But he crosses his arms, leans on the door frame, and watches you with the softest expression on his face and love in his eyes

You eventually spot him out of the corner of your eye and are only a little startled

Definitely didn’t fall on your butt or anything 

Zen chuckles and walks over to you, holding out his hand

As you take it, he restarts the song on your speaker and takes the place of the “invisible” partner you were so lovingly dancing with before

Seven:

I should have known better than to cheat a friend and waste the chance that I’d been given so I’m never gonna dance again the way I danced with you

Maybe it’s better this way we’d hurt each other with the things we want to say

As soon as he walks through the door, he hears the first few sax notes and he rushes towards you, whips out a sax, and proceeds to play the entire solo

This is the only thing he knows how to play on the saxophone, trust me on this

You’re loudly mouth singing the sax solo in various “Bow now now now”s and bouncing across the floor

Alternately

He’s always taken the lyrics to heart, especially when it comes to you

So when he walks in on you singing and dramatically acting and dancing along with the lyrics, he starts to hum along and eventually makes his way into your arms

You sway together and hold each other just as tightly as the other

You know

If he’s in a more lighthearted mood (or feels more sure in your relationship), the two of you dramatically act out the song together, not really taking the lyrics to heart

The surveillance camera in the living room captured it all

Yoosung:

To the heart and mind ignorance is kind

I feel so unsure as I take your hand and lead you to the dance floor

He’d been back and forth between playing LOLOL and studying for his upcoming finals

And man are finals brutal

You know that

He knows that

And tbh between all the commotion, it feels like he hasn’t spent time with you properly

Quick meals, a peck on the cheek as one of you rushes out the door, and legs sometimes brushing if you’re both at the kitchen table studying together

So when he rips off his headphones and lets out a long sigh, he realizes all he really wants to do is hold you in his arms

The trickle of music is playing from your room and he can’t help it so he sneaks on over and when he sees you swaying with your arms wrapped around yourself and singing the lyrics, he’s just in awe at your beauty and how you somehow seem so easygoing

He sways himself over to you to the sound of your voice and lightly taps your shoulder

He’s standing very close

Half of it is just that he wants to cover his blushing face

As your singing falters, his picks up with the lyrics and he wraps his arms around you

A wide grin breaks out on your face as you wrap your arms around him and the two of you spin yourselves around the room, laughing, singing and yelling the lyrics, and at the end, falling onto the bed

You both try to catch your breath but your soft giggles take much more air than expected

You roll over and throw an arm over his waist and he cups your face gently in his hands, looking at you with love in his eyes and blush over his cheeks

You both hum the chorus until you fall asleep

Jumin:

I’m never gonna dance again guilty feet have got no rhythm though it’s easy to pretend i know you’re not a fool

He’d been away on yet another business trip and no matter how much you tried, he insisted that as much as he’d love you to, it’d be better and safer for you at home

It was only a week

A week without you

It’s fine

….

It wasn’t fine

You sent texts rapidly to each other and calls when you could

You were even able to get a few video calls in

On the fifth day of his trip, he could hardly take it anymore

It took all his self control just to not fly back to you immediately

Somehow five days felt more like months

He called you to video chat late that night

He expected that you’d answer

What he didn’t expect was for a blaringly loud sax solo to come bursting through his laptop speakers

He was shocked to say the least, but then he settled for looking at you in admiration through the screen

“…Guilty feet have got no rhythm!! Up, my love, you’re dancing with me!”

He thought it best not to argue, but he wasn’t about to go waltzing around his hotel room with his laptop in his arms

….

Until that’s exactly what he started doing

If he couldn’t hold you, then this would have to do

“MC, would you please move your face closer to the camera?”

You did so quizzically, still singing out the words in heavy breaths from dancing around your room

Once you realized he practically had you in his arms (as much as he could long distance), you quickly picked up your laptop as well and spun round and round as Jumin did the same

Your face flushed knowing he missed you as much as you missed him and as your motions slowed you blew him a kiss and he acted as if he caught it through the screen, even if he was hundreds of miles away

He made sure for every time he was away for long, he’d call you and the two of you would pick up your laptops and dance with each other to this song

(Also I picked this GIF bc I liked how they were different colors and separate so it kinda gave the vibe that they’re together but in different places, ye?)

Jaehee:

We could have been so good together we could have lived this dance forever

The song had come on in the coffee shop, in the middle of your shift

*LOUD GASP*

“MC, what’s wrong????”

Baehee is confusion

You don’t startle too many customers

Tbh they find it kind of funny and it gives the cafe some personality

Jaehee admires how much of the song you knew and just watches in

She hadn’t heard it until today, but she makes sure to slip it into the cafe playlist more often than not, just to see your face light up the same every time

You catch on eventually to what she’s doing and while you’re both closing down one day, the song comes on

You’re facial expression turns determined and you oh so gracefully rip her away from whatever task she’s doing and guide her to the cleared space

You make that face, like you’re up to something but she finds it humorous and goes along with it

You twirl her and move your way around her like it’s a performance, belting the lyrics and dramatically recreating the “scenes”

It makes her giggle and she hums along to the tune

She glides her hand from your elbow down to your hand and holds it tenderly with her own

She won’t admit that the two of you didn’t get out of the cafe until about midnight but what’s a girl to do when all she wants to do is hold you and see you smile?

[acejunhee]

I'm trying to find a bias in a.c.e and I was wondering if you can tell me what made you fall in love with all of them? Sorry if this seems random - you don't have to answer if you don't want to.

LIST EN I WANT TO THANK U FOR SENDING ME THIS MESSAGE BECAUSE I LITERALLY FEEL SO MANY EMOTIONS TOWARDS THESE BOYS AND I NEED AN OUTLETReasons why/how I fell in love with A.C.EI’ll start with the five of them as a group and then move on to each member.

As a group:

They’re very? Laid back. It’s not always over the top excitement & random shenanigans with them. They have their moments where they’re very funny and goofy, but they are also very calm and peaceful too. As a whole group, I’d say they’re one of the most soft spoken groups I’ve ever been a fan of.

In that aspect, I feel at ease when I listen to them talk with each other. They’re very….idk how to properly explain it. They’re very chill? You can tell that they all listen to each other really well. 

Their stage performance is no joke. The charisma they have when they perform is astounding for a rookie group. They seem to handle the nerves of going on stage really well. 

Individual members under the cut because this is…gonna be a long one because the amount of love I have for these boys can’t be summarized

Chan:

If he were an emoji, I’m convinced that he’d be the sun. 

Everything about this boy is? Bright? Happy. Content. He’s the youngest but he also has a very nice air of maturity around him (much like the others). 

Even with that maturity, he’s a ball of sunshine - he’s bright and happy and his antics are always an appreciated source of entertainment.

My favorite video of him is still this one, mainly because his smile never leaves his face. The boy radiates positive energy like he can 100%, without fail, make me smile.

The little face scrunches he does when he sings? Here’s a gif set of it because everyone needs to see it.

Donghun & Junhee’s first impressions of Chan were “He was bright”, “Full of energy”, “Just a kid”. They say that that impression “hasn’t changed much.”

He literally had a two part series dedicated to him going out and eating because he couldn’t visit home and we got to see it!! Part one Part two

Not to mention his vocals lets just admire his singing.

Jason:

Ball of energy 2.0

Apparently mood maker of the group from what the others have said - which I can see.

Much like Chan & the others, he’s very laid back but those moments weave in and out of him goofing around.

He’s just overall so happy about everything and you can tell that he’s happy.

Then of course, the freestyle video

His dance cover of “Where U At”

The boy is t a l e n t e d. Seeing the two above videos and comparing it to his 2014 JYP Auditions, you can see how he’s improved. Like he was good before, but he’s still growing. What we see now with him as a rookie (with all of them, really) is just a fraction of what he’ll be in a few years time.

There’s just something about him that draws me to him. There was no one thing that made me fall in love with him, it was just the accumulation of facts & learning about him that made me appreciate him so, so much.

Junhee:

Where do I begin with this man I s w e a r . . alright first off the video I will never shut up about

Junhee became my bias before I even knew much about the group. There was just something that pointed me in his direction and told me to love him. 

His voice is soothing, it’s a voice that I would find very fitting for ballads. If he sung a lullaby I would probably cry no joke.

I find the most mundane facts interesting about him. For instance, according to the twitter Q&A, he orders strawberry yogurt when the manager takes their coffee orders. I don’t know it’s adorable to me it’s perfectly fitting for him in some odd way. 

He starred in a musical, Peste. It goes to show how talented he is - to star in a musical while simultaneously working towards debut. That had to be stressful for him. 

He continued to keep the team motivated, as discussed by Donghun in A.C.E Video Diary. Being unsure of your own group’s debut date is a worrying thing for many idols, but Junhee seemed to be 100% committed to keeping everyone’s hopes high (even if he did come off a bit nagging)

Another iconic moment that made me love him was ICSYV where he utterly shocked the judges!! Like their reactions are so good!!

‘I’m not good with poses’

I have so much to say about him but I’m getting sleepy & I wanna finish this ashdjg JUNHEE I LOVE YOU

Seyoon:

His lil ‘OW’ noise in Uptown Funk is a good moment….pure moment.

‘In charge of having no facial expressions’ please I love this boy so much

He’s so reserved and quiet but you can’t help but notice him? The power of Kim Seyoon everyone.

Then of course, you get him to dance to Dumb Dumb

Or watch him free style

He thinks of Jason & Chan as his two younger brothers how cute is that??? SUPER CUTE IS THE CORRECT ANSWER

If anyone thinks he’s too serious or stoic I will gladly show them this scene from their interview I know he was trying to be Sexy but it was so funny and it’s still funny THE CHAIR JUST FALLS OVER

He seems like the one that might give off a ‘cold impression’ based off his looks and lack of talking, but he’s just such a sweetheart who has a lot of love to give

FINALLY, Donghun:

So much to say so little coherency I’ll pull through for him though he deserves nothing but the best

Literally A.C.E Video Diaries was a gift? He’s got the perfect voice for a radio show, it’s something I can fall asleep to (and probably will ngl)

How he’s got that lowkey pouty look that makes him look sad sometimes but he’s okay I promise

His habit of saving Junhee from himself by fixing his hair or some other miscellaneous piece of clothing

His distress at the mere thought of doing aegyo, the fact that he looks like he goes through the five stages of grief when actually doing the aegyo. 

His ICSYV clip speaks for itself really.

His voice in general makes me emotional

Thus we come to the end of a very very very long post but I have so many feelings about these boys and I can’t really handle them all;;; IF YOU READ THIS FAR I LOVE YOU 

[trashangel-dee]

if ur still taking prompts would u consider writing something from charlie's pov involving dee's pregnancy? i'm a massive sucker for domestic shit, even if it is slightly ooc alskdflj

I feel like it took me forever to write this. Sorry! Hope it turned out okay- I was really excited to write it. Maybe that’ll make up for the glaring errors and clunkyness of it all. It takes place same day as King of the Rats ep.

Dee watched Charlie sittingin a booth, his dreambook and a few empty beer bottles scattered on the table.He was clearly not sober, a mixture of whatever he found in the basement and afew beers. They were alone in the bar; Frank had left to celebrate under thebridge, and the other two had left claiming that, as owners and those who didall the setting up, they didn’t have to tear down the decorations, and that thejanitor and waitress could do it.

Dee groaned to herself, realizingthat she still felt some affection towards him that day. Goddamit, stupid baby hormones were making her soft. She smirked,sliding into the seat across the table, “Since it’s not really your birthday, I think you may be a little too shitfaced.”

He looked up. “Nah, I’m good.‘Sides this day was supposed to help me and shit,” he answered, gesturing tothe half down decorations.

They sat in silence for amoment, looking around and enjoying the calm after a stressful day, beforeCharlie’s words cut through almost sing-songy.

“You’re having a baby.”

“Yeah,” Dee chuckled, lightlyrunning a hand over her stomach, “not that you assholes care.”

He squinted at her, “’Coursewe do.”

The first time she told themshe was pregnant, he didn’t really care. Then things began changing, she hadstopped drinking, and sat out on some schemes; she was getting bigger, andsuddenly the full meaning hit and it felt as if he was drenched with ice water,or did too many Charlie One-Twos. There was a sense of shock and dread. Everythingwas going to be different. 20 yearsand everything was going to change. Sweet Dee was going to have a baby andleave them, or the gang was going to ditch her.

He tried to remember any guysshe might have brought around, which one might have done this, but none stayed.None seemed to really care. Charlie never liked the guys she flaunted, hell evenMac, who would’ve been the most happy to have Dee out of the gang, said that shehad the worst taste in men.

This jabroni wasn’t around,and that made Charlie angry; whether it was for Dee or because he knew what itwas like being abandoned by a dad, he wasn’t sure.

Of course, learning that hewasn’t the father was a relief. But ever since the others brought Schmittyback, casting Charlie out of the gang, did he feel a kinship with Dee. Theywere the two worst treated members of the gang; maybe Ernesto was ontosomething with the soulmates of pain thing.

Charlie didn’t want a lot ofresponsibility, to sacrifice his fun, laidback life, but had to do something. He couldn’t stand by and makeDee do this alone, or let this kid feel like he did. “I mean… I can do stuff.” Charlie explained, “Teach him somehockey, have a catch. This kid’s gonna need a dad. Or someone to just, y’know…be there.”

Dee shook her head, “You’re highas shit, Charlie.”

“I can do it, Dee. I thought about it before;when we got those school jobs and were best friends. I knew this kid would haveto fit in there somewhere.”

She looked doubtful.

“Come on. The guy’s not even around. I know you think we don’t care,but we do. When that stuff came out of the screen today, I was thinkin’ I gotto protect Dee and the baby. I never really thought stuff like that before.”

Feeling both amused andtouched at his confessions, Dee decided to press further, asking, maybe evenchallenging, “What if it’s a girl?”

He looked surprised for amoment, almost as if the possibility hadn’t even occurred to him. “Well, that’sokay. Girls can do that shit, too. You’re a girl, and we do fun stuff.” A touchof excitement lit in his eyes, “is ita girl?” This threw off his plans, but it just went from just being a baby to aperson, it felt more real, and thatwas pretty cool.

“Don’t know yet. Might wait untilit to pops out. Be a surprise,” Dee shrugged.

Charlie nodded, and it washard to tell if he was confused or disappointed, “Cool. Cool.”

He was definitely very intoxicated,but there was a sincerity that told her these weren’t drunken ramblings, but atruth that came from deep down- one that was only shared without inhibitions;he sounded more determined as he spoke. His determination was strange, italmost seemed like he wanted this,and it was making her feel strangely guilty.

Looking at his current state,Dee decided to tell him- it’d appease him for the moment, but there was no wayhe’d remember in the morning. They would all go back to ignoring it and thingswould quit feeling so personal, be back to normal.

She sighed lightly, “it’s notmy baby, Charlie.”

His eyes narrowed inconfusion, head tilting slightly to the side, “oh? I didn’t know that possiblefor the lady. Like, how could that even work?”

“I’m doing the surrogatething, for real this time.”

“Oh, right, yeah. Didn’t knowyou were trying that again.”

Dee laughed. “Yeah, well, youguys blew it for me last time. Didn’t want you to screw it up again,” beforecontinuing more softly, “It’s going to be good, Charlie. This kid’s going to have a dad. And a mom. Onesthat actually want it. Better thanany of us had.”

He smiled back, “yeah, that’sgood.”

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I like to imagine that Dee doesn’t say it’s Carmen because she doesn’t want the gang to know to make stupid comments. (almost protective in a way) 

Someone talked about protecting the baby in their tags on gifs of that scene and it’s so good and I can’t take credit

Thanks for sending- I love getting prompts! I’ll give it a little time and do some minor editing then post to my ao3 collection too.

If anybody wants to send more please do

[glassprism]

The Lauri Brons video is big news. I had no idea it existed. Have you watched it yet and if you have, what are your thoughts on her Christine, now that you've got more to judge her on than just her voice? Also, would you mind making a gif-set? I'm intrigued!

I know! I knew it existed because I’d seen a clip and it looked like it was filmed by the master of the other Hamburg videos, but I didn’t expect to get it! (And now I’ve gotten the VOB version, woot.) I’m definitely going to try and get a gifset out, but in the meantime, here’s a review.

To start off, in Hannibal, she did not go en pointe or even demi pointe for that matter, but kind of slid around on flat feet. I guess dancing is not her forte. But she had a good moment in ‘Think of Me’ after M. Reyer slammed the score in her face, where she held out her hand with a plaintive look on her face, like, “No wait, come back...” and she looked and sounded pretty enough.

Her Christine has some Leroux tendencies and reminded me a lot of Anna O’Byrne’s Christine, with a somewhat nervous, jumpy, but still curious and flattered regard towards the Phantom, even as early as ‘Angel of Music’. She looks enraptured even talking about him, which was nice foreshadowing for ‘The Mirror’ scene. She seems to have guessed who Raoul was almost from the beginning and was just waiting for him to confirm it. There was a kind of half-giggling, child-like demeanor to her when she talked to Raoul about the Angel of Music which did put me in mind of two children telling ghost stories to each other, with Nicky Wuchinger coming off as the more mature one who’s happy indulging Christine for a few moments. Still, there were other moments, like the entirety of ‘The Mirror’, where her acting would head in “Sarah Brightman eyes” territory or where she’d start waving her arms a bit too much. This was kind of like that for most of the show, where I liked a lot of how she interpreted the character but kept getting mixed feelings on her acting.

Anyway, I did like how well she reacted to the Phantom in ‘Music of the Night’, sometimes seeming drawn to him (she walked up to him on the portcullis particularly fast, and appeared amazed and joyful at the beauty of his world) and other times moving back (the appearance of the Mirror Bride was a shock to her). She also tended to move in sync with the music, which is a neat idea for Christine but also occasionally resulted in a lot of bodily swaying or bouncing. She was unusually energetic for a Christine in ‘I Remember’, sitting up and stroking the boat edges, gave a lot of gasped screams when the Phantom chased her around, and could not even look at him when he crawled up to her. Again, some subtle Leroux reminders (”He kissed the hem of my dress and did not see that I closed my eyes.”)

She was pretty fearful during the rooftop scenes, practically tearing herself out of Raoul’s grip. Interestingly, she played the “my soul began to soar” bit with fear rather than the enraptured awe I usually see in a Christine. That distressed, jumpy demeanor started appearing again, with her Christine remaining wide-eyed and looking around her for almost the first half of ‘All I Ask of You’; I’m not sure her Christine quite believed what Raoul was saying until he proposed to her. It kind of pushed Raoul to put more effort into convincing and reassuring her, which is not something I see often.

Raoul gave such a loud kiss at the end though. Like, a literal “MWAH” sound.

I need to check if Nicky Wuchinger was the same around the other actresses, but he did seem a little more protective of Christine in the ‘Notes II’ scene, such as gently pulling her away from the managers. Lauri Brons’s Christine, for that matter, did also lay a hand on his arm (while throwing a death glare at Carlotta); it was a nice little bit of communication without words between them. Her Christine also had to be physically pushed back from Carlotta. She had a pretty desperate ‘Twisted Every Way’, even though I thought she could have put her arms down a little more. I also really liked how Nicky Wuchinger was always touching or holding her, though in this scene, it looked like his words were making her flinch rather than being comforting, since he was asking her to be bait. It was a nice touch. She was so twitchy that he ended up saying “Christine, Christine” with an emphasis like he was trying to get her to calm down.

A pretty nice ‘Wishing’ followed, though my favorite was the very beginning of the song, where she really did look lost in memories. She made a pretty sultry Aminta, with an extra skirt swish here and there and a little kick at one point. Unlike Valerie Link, who from what I remember was relatively calm, Lauri Brons was shocked at the Phantom’s proposal and shaking her head throughout. When the Phantom went on (probably choosing to ignore her), I could see her physically preparing herself to unmask him. It might not be the most sympathetic interpretation, but it was realistic and appropriate for her Christine.

Her Christine kind of remained distressed and scared at the beginning of the ‘Final Lair’, especially noticeable when the Phantom starts grabbing and stroking her, which she reacted to with a lot of struggling and crying. There were also moments where she seemed angry not just at the Phantom, but at the entire situation she was stuck in, singing out to the audience instead of the actor. She had a particularly awesome moment too where she stared straight at the Phantom, only a few inches from his face, and made him back down from the sheer force of her death glare. After Raoul was released, both she and Raoul hesitated to leave, but it seemed more out of confusion (”Wait, you’re letting us go?”) then sympathy. She looked a bit sad to leave the Phantom, but otherwise got out of there pretty quick.

Overall, what an interesting performance. There were a number of aspects of her acting I didn’t like, where she really felt like she was “acting” the role and not quite living it, I guess, but she really played up how terrified and disturbed her Christine was and made lots of the blocking and show work to show that. A somewhat Leroux-accurate Christine.

End notes: Lauri Brons looks so much better onstage than she did in some of the official photos (I’ll never understand how those made her look so, well, old.) Nicky Wuchinger was a great Raoul, even though I found his bouncing up and down while in the noose a tad distracting. Rachel Anne Moore had a delightful range of expressions. Michelle van de Ven as the Hannibal princess and others was also a fun background character to watch. And the Hamburg wigs were glorious as ever.