#probably the funniest thing I’ve ever seen though

[lunafermosa]

When your friend does a photoshoot at your job, with your $400 Hannibal figurine and gets 2.2k likes

[pedriscroquettes]

𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐀 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐀 ✵ ENZO VOGRINCIC

summary. pipe gives away way too much information when he’s drunk.

warnings. suggestive 18+ minor pipe otaño x f!reader

a/n. based off bota niña by bad gyal 🫦

you were beginning to regret accepting the boy’s invitation of hitting a club to celebrate the premiere of the movie. they had convinced you to join reminding you of the countless months you’d spent on set making sure everyone was taken care of. the large group had managed to reserve a secluded section big enough for the cast and their friends. you could barley hear anyone over the loud music blaring in the venue.

you were glad the tab wouldn’t fall on you as the boys kept ordering group shots and bottles of bacardi and champagne. you went slow not wanting to embarrass yourself in front of the cast. the last thing you wanted was to make a fool of yourself in front of your coworkers. you had image to keep up with.

“i’m gonna miss you.” pipe slurred as he laid his head against your arm.

“i’m gonna miss you too pipe.” you sighed not believing that you were probably never gonna see any of the guys again.

“can i kiss you?” he blurts out.

“pipe you’re drunk.” you try not to laugh as his drunk self betrays him.

“well i tried! i was so stupid to believe that you liked me over enzo.” he slouches back in his seat as he accepts defeat.

“over enzo? what does he have to do with this?” you ask him intrigued.

enzo had been the coworker you’d least interacted with during filming. he tended to spend more time with the guys and often kept to himself since he was practically the only uruguayan on set. on the few occasions that the two of you had spoken he had been cordial but reserved. it lowkey pissed you off because it left you wanting to know more. seeing him in the finished product was worse because he was full of talent and you had been so close to him yet so far.

“it’s so obvious he likes you.” he says as he tries to reach out for another shot but you intercept him. he’s had enough to drink tonight.

“you’re not funny pipe.” your eyes wander around the room until they land on the topic of conversation. his slicked back hair alone is enough to make you squirm. you quickly turn your attention back to the argentine in front of you.

“i’m the funniest person here besides franco.” he scoffs. “besides enzo was always asking about you on set and i’ve caught him staring. he totally likes you.”

“you’re so full of shit.” you shake your head as you laugh. “i’m gonna go have fun now so the hangover doesn’t bother me as much in the morning.”

you stand up adjusting your dress in the process. it was an absolute pain to always have to pull your dress down whenever it rode up but the high of the movie premiere was too strong to care. it was as if pipe’s observation had given you a wave of confidence and you found yourself standing in front of the others.

“does anyone want to come dance with me?” you ask in the nicest tone possible.

“enzo does!” pipe yells and you can’t help but send a glare towards him.

“no, my dancing is terrible.” enzo nervously giggles as he feels everyone’s eyes land on him.

“he’s lying!” franco throws him under the bus.

“i’ve seen him dance he’s decent.” esteban adds on to the teasing.

“he doesn’t need to come if he doesn’t want to. it’s fine.” you feel the heat rise up to your cheeks at their banter.

“nope! he’s going. he’s the best dancer i’ve ever seen.” pipe continues with his banter.

“enzo! enzo! enzo!” the rest of the people begin to chant as they egg him on. you were regretting asking them anything.

he stands up giving into the pressure from his cast mates. even though the club is dark and the lights are dim you can still notice the pink hue on his cheeks. he’s either embarrassed or flustered and you were beginning to feel bad.

“you don’t have to come with me if you don’t want to. i don’t want you to be uncomfortable.” you told him as he approached you.

“it’s fine besides it’ll give them something to talk about.” he smirked as the two of you headed towards the center of the room.

the club is dimly lit but you’re easily able to see people surrounding the two of you. they’re mostly all couples with the occasional group of friends somewhere in the mix. it also doesn’t help that it’s basically old reggaeton music blaring from the speakers meaning it was meant to be danced closely with your partner. you’re too shy to do anything and you quite literally stand there frozen unsure of what to do next.

“you can’t go all shy on me now.” he wraps his arms around your waist pulling you closer to him. “just a couple of minutes ago you were asking for a dancing partner.”

you try to not look shocked after all he is a man and he has his wants. but you have your needs. truth be told you had barely been romantically involved with anyone since filming had begun and wrapped. you were craving the attention of someone and you didn’t mind if it came from the extremely attractive protagonist. a newfound confidence had formed between the two of you and the music only encouraged you.

“so you don’t mind me touching you, right?” you ask him with a subtle smirk.

the dim lights manage to illuminate his face as he smiles at you. the moment occurring is intimate and probably the most you had ever interacted with him throughout the past three years you knew him. you couldn’t help but admire him, his attractiveness being too much for his own good. he didn’t realize how good looking he was but you had a feeling he would soon.

“depends, how?” he brings his lips near your ears due to the music to make sure you could hear him. the act making you shiver.

“like this.” you place your palm on his chest slowly trailing it down his chest. you lowered your body to the beat of the music at the same time. you surprised your self at how your body moved and how willingly you did it for him.

“fuck.” he murmured trying to make sure you didn’t hear him but you managed to catch it anyways. it was definitely an ego boost, you’d tell your friends about this.

you try to do it again but he grabs you and brings you chest to chest with him. he analyzes you and your breath hitches the suspense killing you. you’re not sure what he’s thinking and you don’t know if you just scared him off. he creeps his hand up your neck to your jaw cupping your face. he removes the couple of strands of hair that are blocking your face. his face gets closer to yours–your heart beating faster. one blink and his lips are on yours capturing them into a sensual rhythm.

you’re perfectly still for a moment not expecting a kiss from him but that doesn’t last long. you’re moving your lips against his in a second. his hand remains firm on your jaw as he kisses you. the two of you pull away for a second to catch your breath’s. you look up at him trying to decipher his feelings. you realize he liked it as much as you did when he leaned in for another one.

normally you would feel bad about the blatant pda in front of others but you weren’t thinking straight. maybe it was the lack of oxygen due to your lips being connected with his but all you wanted was to enjoy the passionate kisses he was giving you. your hand found it’s way into his messy hair tugging at the strands causing deep groans from him. it triggered something inside you. you’d never been kissed like this before nor held like this. you were so entranced by him you barely noticed the way his hand lowered down your body.

“you want to grab my ass and you haven’t even asked me out yet.” you remove his hand from your waist teasing him.

“oh come on you know how busy i’ve been.” he jokes. “come back to my room and i’ll make up for it.”

you offer him a forced smile clearly amused by his sudden confidence and his tempting offer. it was almost enough to make you break. but you didn’t want to be a simple one night stand he would forget. you may have found him attractive but you weren’t gonna lose your dignity.

“no enzo if you really want to make it up to me you’ll come to mine with dinner.” you kiss him on the cheek. “you know where to find me.” you say referring to fact that the whole cast was staying in the same hotel for the premiere.

you head towards the hotel dragging pipe and franco along with you. the two of them being so drunk you can barely get them into their rooms. when you were finally alone you brought your fingers up to your lips reminiscing about enzo and the feel of his lips on yours. you’re barely out of your heels when there’s a knock on your door. you believe it’s pipe coming to bother you once more but instead it’s enzo with a bag of takeout and that devilish smirk of his.

[shikai-the-storyteller]

I've been thinking a lot about Leonarda's not-death ever since it happened back in April.

("What death?" you might ask, to which I say: "EXACTLY!")

Back in mid-April, Vegetta and Leonarda were mining together in a one-block wide tunnel. A mob (a Petriman) got between the two of them, and Vegetta told Leonarda to step back while he took care of it. At this point, they'd spent enough time together that he trusted Leo to listen to him.

Instead, she was killed by the same sweeping edge bug that killed her siblings.

-

Vegetta's reaction here is what's really interesting to me. Unlike most other parents on the Island, there are no shouts or tears – only a very brief "Hmm" and then silence. He very quietly takes stock of the situation, saying "Vegetta, no" and wondering aloud why Leo didn't defend herself. In chat, Foolish says "It was a bug, right? LAG" to which Vegetta slowly responds "Yes, lag. Bug." (Despite this, Foolish still asks "WHAT HAPPENED" in chat, though Vegetta doesn't reply).

Instead, he creates a slightly wider space in the tunnel where Leo's body is. He continues quietly taking stock of the situation, wondering why Leo didn't defend herself (which is what necessitated his intervention). She'd been lagging a lot that day, and he figures that must be the cause, and eventually when Leo re-appears out of thin air in the middle of the cave and collects her stuff, she confirms that the lag got to her and that's why she didn't fight the mob.

Now here's where things get interesting:

Vegetta checks the tab list. Online, it's just him, Leonarda, Roier, and Foolish. He quietly tells Leonarda "The body has already disappeared, and without a body, there is no crime. Nothing is happening. Did you die?" Leo shakes her head, and Vegetta shakes his head too, and in the kind voice he uses sometimes with Leo, he says: "I believe you have not died. Where is the body? It isn't anywhere, no mija. If it was a mistake, it was a mistake."

Leo says: "I saw Diosito (God) pa, and I was scared. God, what am I doing here?" and Vegetta laughs, telling her it's alright. Leo says "No pasa nada (don't worry / nothing happened)" and Vegetta says: "And the people who are watching us have not seen it either." To Foolish and Roier, he messages: "Secreto."

And the funniest thing about this is it worked.

Not a single person spoke about it. I saw this entire event go down live and I didn't see a WHISPER of what transpired among fans. I can't even remember if the QSMP official accounts talked about it (they sure didn't mention it in Vegetta's recap of the day). We could discuss this in meta terms of course– Leo was having known lag issues that day, Vegetta's beloved by the admins so of course they're willing to turn a blind eye rather than slap a "?" over Leonarda's life on the Eggstatistics, but meta talk isn't what I'm interested in here.

I'm interested in q!Vegetta, the weird "god-adjacent" aura he's got, and the way the universe bends to his will.

Before he took a break from the server, Rubius seemed to be a caretaker for the Eggs who died (for example, he was present when Maxo, Quackity, and Mariana & Slime said their final goodbyes to Trumpet, Tilin, and JuanaFlippa). Because of his role as an "angel" and some of his dialogue during the early days of the server, it's not a stretch to say he probably came to collect any Egg who lost a life. I can imagine he did the same when he saw Leonarda die – that is, until Vegetta said "And the people who are watching us have not seen it either." Realistically, we know Vegetta was saying this to Chat (and possibly the admins as well), but again, we're looking at this from an "in-universe" perspective.

I wonder if Vegetta was aware of Rubius' role, and this was his way of telling Rubius "No. I won't allow that to happen." We know Rubius has a soft-spot for Vegetta (and we also know that Rubius was cast out of heaven several months later) so it makes me wonder if these two instances are connected.

Either way, this isn't the first time the laws of the QSMP universe have bent for Vegetta, and I certainly don't think it'll be the last.

Rubius or no, Leo didn't die that day.

Vegetta made sure of it.

[cooliogirl101]

The dynamic between Hisana and Aizen in the exes au is really intense, and makes me want to ship it. But also, by that point in time, all of Aizen's actions are probably a giant X mark for Hisana's personal ideas and morals. Possibly if Hisana had met him much earlier? But that would have to be a lot earlier.

Yeah, in any event Hisana would not be the one to compromise on her morals.

But imagine if, in that world, Aizen actually won. He gets the Hogyoku, evolves into a higher being, defeats the Soul King, and at the end of it all, he just feels…bored. He won, there’s no one left to challenge, and he’s realizing he doesn’t actually want to be the leader of all 3 realms. He doesn’t care enough about the world to really want to change it but he doesn’t want things to stay at status quo either.

You know who never ran out of ideas on how to change the world though? His chronically power-averse, hates-to-be-recognized, hates-to-be-promoted, allergic-to-the-spotlight former lieutenant.

And then he realizes he has the opportunity to do the funniest possible thing.

“Don’t look so miserable, dearest,” Sousuke smiled. “Do you know how many people would kill to be in your position? How many people have killed? Myself included, as you’re aware.”

Momo glared harder at him, practically vibrating with rage.

“When have I,” she bit out, sounding angrier with each syllable, “ever given you the impression I wanted to be in this position?”

“Now, now,” Sousuke chided, sounding disturbingly like a disappointed father scolding a child. Or he would have, had it not been for the smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “What kind of captain would I be if I never pushed you to challenge yourself?” He paused. “Besides, would you really rather I sit on that throne instead?”

“It would fit your gigantic head a lot better,” Momo muttered, but didn’t actually disagree. She narrowed her eyes at him. “Why are you doing this? And don’t give me some bullshit answer, tell me the truth. I think you owe me that much at least.”

“You and I had two very different viewpoints on how the world should be run. On what would make it a better place,” Sousuke responded after a moment’s consideration. “Well now I’m giving you the power to put your theories to the test.” He smiled challengingly at her. “Come on, Momo. Don’t you want to prove me wrong?”

(Rangiku: So you’re telling me he just…handed you the world on a silver platter. Just like that.

Rangiku: …

Rangiku: Well as far as apologies go, it’s not the worst one I’ve seen.

Momo: What are you talking about? He’s clearly punishing me for daring to disagree with him. Do you know how much work goes into running the world? This is just like when he promoted me to lieutenant. He knew I didn’t want the position and gave it to me anyway—

Rangiku: Because you clearly deserved it? Because you worked your ass off for the good of Squad 5? Because he liked that you weren’t afraid to challenge him? Because if he didn’t promote you, that would’ve raised questions?

Momo: What? No, it’s because he was trying to mess with me.

Rangiku: …I’m gonna shut up now because I’m getting dangerously close to agreeing with Aizen Sousuke and I don’t want that.)

[nerdgatehobbit]

I was tagged by @old-man-ghost thank you!

Between me not having gifs to post and that recent post I reblogged on physical media, I’m going to do something barely within the letters but hopefully within the spirit of the tag game. The original game is posting gifs from your favorite movies without labeling them. I’m going to do a sentence or two per movie mostly so this post isn’t just this paragraph & a photo.

Beauty and the Beast (1991): This one should not be a surprise at all. <3

(If BATB 2022 had gotten a physical release it’d be here as well)

The Librarian trilogy: Are they good movies? Not really, but they feature my blorbo Flynn Carsen and without them the show wouldn’t exist. Well, excitingly there’ll be another sequel show soon.

4 Pokémon movies: I enjoy all four of these movies, although probably my favorite is 4Ever.

Muppet Treasure Island: So quotable and funny, I’ve loved this movie for a long time.

Robin Hood (1973): Another long-time favorite, I do enjoy the music & characters.

George of the Jungle: Quite possibly the funniest movie I’ve ever seen, to the point even explaining a joke becomes hilarious. It also has a lot of heart & thought put into it. Please note that nostalgia is probably a factor here along with most of these choices.

The Court Jester: Another excellent comedic film with heart. It is fun to see Glynis Johns & Angela Lansbury as the main female characters.

Rodgers & Hammerstein’s Cinderella: I enjoy all three versions I’ve seen (1957, 1965, & 1997) although my favorite is 1997 in part because I saw it first as a kid. Frankly, I think we should get a fourth movie based off of it if the movie industry is doing all these remakes anyway.

Love & Friendship: A very amusing adaptation of Lady Susan; it’s more biting than the usual Austen adaptation I think. While I definitely enjoyed Sense & Sensibility (2024), I think I need a bit longer than a movie to determine if it’s a favorite.

Spirit Stallion of the Cimarron: I love the original movie and have done so since I first saw it- which likely was within a year or so of its release. Its soundtrack, animation, story, and characters are all awesome. While I’ve gathered the recent cartoons go against the original movie’s message, I’ll be honest that didn’t stop me from getting my own little Spirit plushie.

Bridges Live: So what happened is that I got this back in January 2023, having adored BATB 2022 and spotting that Idina Menzel (Elsa!) is involved both on the CD and the concert DVD. It was such a good time that things spiraled from there regarding me obtaining Josh Groban content. I still need to watch them in Chess in Concert though.

Tagging @asokatanos @magic-owl @ladytharen @mylittleredgirl @hopecomesbacktolife @kiashyel @jadelotusflower @captains-clever-goose @ladyofthelake @fantasysci5 and anyone else who’d like to participate! (Feel free to do the gifs instead of my non-standard format)

[uppastthejelliclemoon]

Cats 1998 Anniversary Celebration

Day Six: Favorite background moment- Misto almost getting hit in the face with the ball during RTT

Tugger grinned, kicking the ball as Plato tossed it to him. He could feel Mistoffelees’ eyes on his back, the small smile that was no doubt on the other tom’s face, and his swagger increased.

The maine coon had meant for the ball to be caught by his lovely magical mate.

He had meant for it to be a flirtatious toss, accompanied by a wink and an eyebrow wiggle to make Mistoffelees blush and roll his eyes in that wonderfully aloof way of his.

However, as he watched the ball soar towards Mistoffelees, Tugger’s eyes widened in horror as the ball’s trajectory went straight towards the black cat’s face. Luckily, Mistoffelees diverted the direction by sending the ball over his head, but leveled the maine coon with an unamused stare as Tugger went back to singing.

Oh, he’d be paying for that later.

Later happened to be during the Dance, when Tugger approached Mistoffelees to pull him into a short duet, as they always did during the Ball. He held out his paw, but Mistoffelees sniffed playfully at him before turning tail and joining Cassandra in a duet, as Alonzo was entertaining his younger brothers.

Tugger was left wide-eyed and jaw dropped as he heard Munkustrap’s muffled snickers behind him. He turned to glare at his brother, who simply gave him a shit-eating grin and spun away with his own mate.

When it came time for Victoria and Plato’s dance, Tugger approached Mistoffelees, wrapping an arm around his waist and tugging him close, leaning against their pipe as they watched the dance.

“It must be nice for Vicki to have a mate that doesn’t try to kill her.” Mistoffelees mused, even as he nuzzled against Tugger’s mane.

Tugger let out a groan, burying his face in Mistoffelees’ shoulder. “I’m going to be suffering for the rest of the week because of that, aren’t I.”

Mistoffelees laughed, the low, quiet sound making Tugger fall in love all over again. “Maybe for a little while.” He turned his head, kissing Tugger’s jaw gently. “Though your face when it happened was probably the funniest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“I thought I was going to hit your face.” Tugger whispered, dramatically draping himself across his mate’s side. “The thought of damaging your beauty… it would have been a tragedy.”

“The real tragedy would be Vicki and Plato seeing that we’re talking during their dance.” Mistoffelees replied, but he lifted a paw to run through Tugger’s mane.

Tugger hummed in agreement, his eyes locking onto his two very best friends as they began to dance with each other.

After a moment, he spoke once more, voice only audible to his mate.

“Does this mean I’m forgiven and we can forget that ever happened?”

“Ask me tomorrow when my sister’s not performing her mating dance with our closest friend.”

“So no?”

“No, darling.”

“Shit.”

[alley-roses]

magazine matchups

vil x reader

you and vil were supposed to just be colleagues, but as your work kept pushing you closer and closer together, you couldn’t help but fall for one another.

a/n: this is another repost of a previously deleted fic I posted. also can’t believe i ever deleted this, this is like the funniest thing I’ve ever written (imho)

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His absence was something you barely noticed, just as his presence. You weren’t oblivious to it, however. It started out as a coincidence, the two of you ended up modelling for a few projects together, which had the internet going wild. Soon enough, it turned into free advertising, and your managers were intentionally pulling the strings so that you’d be working together. If anything, the nonsensical rumours that came out of it were kind of annoying - other than that, you had no strong opinion about working with him, or his personality.

He wasn’t exactly a constant in your life either, that’s why you almost didn’t notice his unannounced break from the public eye. You remembered him after seeing a now slightly old article about the SDC, ah that’s right, he’d taken a break from almost all of his work to focus on the competition, which had ended a couple of months ago. Despite this, you can’t recall him coming back to the limelight since.

Might as well check his magicam page, you thought. He still posted there, would it be weird to follow him out of nowhere? Eh, who cares- you did it anyways, and then went to bed.

As always, it felt like the sun rose far too early to wake you from your slumber. Your alarm hasn’t gone off yet, or you hoped it hadn’t at least. You checked the time, and you were fine, you didn’t oversleep.

In the meantime you should probably check the texts you got from Neige, your certified best friend who doesn’t usually text you at six in the morning.

“Hey, Y/N! You’re trending on magicam, so is you and Vil’s ship-name, did you know?”

Um, what? That was… strange? Honestly, you really wanted to see what was going on, but you’d be late for school if you let social media get a grip on you right now.

Break time. It felt pretty exciting to hear the bell ring this time around, since you’d been itching to find out what had you on the trending page, it’s not like you did anything either spectacular or offensive recently.

Damn, Neige really wasn’t lying, then again, you couldn’t recall any time he ever has. Your expression died down comically quick, as you kept scrolling through the tagged posts. Your fans were literally insane sometimes, to the point were maybe following someone new on your public account was a bit of a mistake. Basically all of your conjoined fandom was trying to theorise over Vil being added to the list of people you follow, which was otherwise only Neige and your manager. Really, it was a slight disappointment, but it was also kind of funny, at least the internet didn’t decide it was time for a dose of unjust cancel culture just yet.

A few days later, after school had let up, you went to hang out with Neige in town. It was a tradition between you two, a way to keep in contact despite your busy schedules. The two of you often cycled round different attractions or areas in the city, sometimes just opting to walk around and talk. This time, you were headed to the local museum. It was interesting to read about all the history loaded behind what seemed like a simple piece of pottery, or learn about how certain things were used to supplement both the lack of technology and magic of the older world.

It was mostly things you’d seen here before though, but you’d never paid much mind to the modern art section, you realised after thinking about it. “Hey Neige, should we go look over there? Who knows, they might have your portrait framed or something.”

Your joke was received with a light laugh and, “Sure, let’s go take a look!”

This section of the museum felt a lot smaller, but there were even less people willing to marvel at the paintings that adorned the walls. Coincidentally, the one other person that was there happened to be someone both you and Neige recognised. You wondered if he visited the place a lot, people don’t tend to look so blank whilst visiting a museum by themselves.

Neige turned to you, excited to ask if it’d to be alright to approach him. That’s right, you’d somewhat forgotten that those two knew each-other. “Yeah sure, I don’t mind.” As soon as the sound of his name filled the room, his head turned, and his expression looked mildly annoyed. Did he look like that before? God, you’d have to hope the two of you weren’t upsetting him. Your friend however, didn’t appear to notice anything out of the ordinary as he continued to make small talk.

Gradually, said small talk came to close, and Neige had invited him to spend more time with the two of you, though Vil politely declined. He was rather curt, but he didn’t seem like a bad person, if anything your opinion hadn’t changed since you first worked with him.

Before waving goodbye, you rushed to scribble your phone number down on a crumpled piece of paper to give to him. Momentarily, you pondered wether that was a good decision to make, as he almost stayed silent, but soon put on a smile and thanked you. It was an awkward first meet.

Vil turned away after the two of you had left, it was due time to head back to his dorm, despite his visit to the museum serving a different purpose than intended. For Vil, he had hoped to come about some inspiration in preparation for returning to his work but meeting Neige was a frustration in its own right, considering how a large part of his break was dedicated to self improvement after realising his envy was severely holding him back.

Regardless of his efforts, it was disappointing to see Neige thrive under the same conditions as him and yet thwart all the hardships that Vil faced. Whilst his perfection was his pride it robbed him of approachability.

You however, offered him your number despite how out-of-reach he often is to people through your slight uncomfortableness. He thought it was folly of you, but it was a rare boldness that wasn’t unbeffiting of you - having only experienced similar things from Rook, who sometimes took it to an extreme.

Maybe it came from you also being in the industry, but he found himself thinking fondly of it. When Vil arrived at pomefiore once again, he decided to follow you back on magicam, not unaware of you doing so a few days back, although he made no effort to add your contact to his phone. You were still asleep by morning, enjoying the extra time the weekend was granting you. When you did wake up, you checked your phone, a part of your usual morning routine. ‘Oh, he doesn’t hate me’ was what came to mind after seeing that Vil had followed you back.

Not having any plans today you thought to message him on the app, curious as to wether he’d reply. “Hey, how are you doing? Hope we didn’t bother you yesterday.”

After sending that short message you looked through your feed for a bit. Reasonably soon you got an awfully formal response back. Apparently he didn’t mind your presence the other day, which was nice to know. Now however, you were in a position of not knowing wether or not to continue the conversation or what to say. Reaching out to someone over something so minuscule without making an attempt at getting closer with them proved kind of useless, so the two of you briefly discussed your musings about school and work before cutting the conversation.

That was the last time either of you had talked to one another until the two of you inevitably crossed paths again, outside of the internet. This time, the two of you met at a more understandable place, a model’s holy grail, the skincare section.

Another thing to note was that this time, he was not unaccompanied, unlike you. His purple-haired friend was actually who drew your attention away from the ingredient list on the bottle you were looking at. Being a bit louder than intended, he was complaining about this excursion being a waste of time and effort. When you did turn around, you saw Vil glaring daggers into the poor boys soul. Maybe they weren’t friends as you’d initially thought?

Ignoring it would’ve been your best bet but as you heard Vil sigh and mutter something along the lines of ‘I thought we were past this’ you realised he was dragging himself and his possible-friend in your direction. The two of them started looking at the labels of product after product, after Vil had scanned the shelf for a short while. Vil looked quite nonchalant while doing so, but his friend seemed awfully confused when absentmindedly staring at the product. Considering you knew one of them, you thought it might be good to offer up some advice, and recommend a couple brands.

Vil was actually quite thankful for your help, due to him only using products that he’s created himself, he was only aware of what was currently popular rather than beneficial. And this wouldn’t have been the best way to teach Epel how to pick out certain products without any good examples. He thanked you, and invited you to hang out over coffee some time as a thank you.

It was perhaps a little overboard, but neither of you really minded, considering how it was starting to seem that you could become decent friends. And that was how you ended up here, finally settled in to a popular cafe, that at first proved to be a bit of a poor choice, specifically due to its popularity.

When the two of you met up, the people already around the place started to form a crowd around you. It was reasonable, after all people don’t see celebrities everyday, and whilst you were used to it, it could prove to be rather bothersome. Of course, both of you handled the situation well, but there was something so enchanting about how graceful he was with each and every person who approached him, and how he was able to express his appreciation all the while making sure his air of perfectionism never slipped.

When you eventually got a moment of quiet together, you made sure to learn a lot about each other. He wouldn’t say it out-right, but you could surmise that the purple-haired boy from before and a huntsman named Rook were his set of friends. It sounded like an interesting group, but cute nonetheless. You also figured out that a lot of his personal life revolves around his work, or maybe it would be better to say that they happened to coincide.Despite that, he still seemed less daunting now that you’d got to know him a little.

Naturally, you two hung out a lot more after that, and it was fun as you got more comfortable. You even got to do things like convincing him to pose for you to draw him because, “come one, it’ll be extra practice!” He didn’t look amused at all, but he still let you.

Sketching Vil was enjoyable, but he wouldn’t let you notice how he got increasingly anxious as time passed. Vil normally had no reason to feel anxious around anyone, he usually felt confident in himself, but the issue was that his confidence was surprisingly conditional.

It was strange though, the only person to ever make him feel insecure before was Neige, yet you didn’t make him feel threatened. He could only come to one conclusion as to why he was becoming increasingly sensitive to your opinion on him, and being as self aware as he is, the answer didn’t come as a shock to him. But acknowledging that he was in love was a scary revelation to make.

As you finished up your drawings and showed them to him whilst raving about how pretty he was, he calmed down. His appearance was the main factor in his confidence, and reminding himself that he would always have power in that regard soothed his anxiousness, but what really relieved him this time around was the fact that you weren’t judging him.

The next time you were on-set participating in a photo-shoot together, you’d known beforehand. You were both affiliated with the same company, and had managed to put two and two together when discussing your work schedule.

Things felt a lot more light-hearted than all of the other times you’d worked together. Seeing him there as you’d entered the room put a smile on your face.

As you’d taken your last shot together, and everything was getting cleared up, you went to take your arm of Vil’s shoulder, but as you were doing so, he grabbed your hand. You could feel him tense up, and the walls started to feel slightly closer than before. “What’s wrong?” You couldn’t help but be worried. You saw him take a second to compose himself, before he leaned closer to you and whispered a short confession in your ear, “I’ve happened to find myself loving you… Would you be mine?”

That was… unexpected.

But when you said yes, Vil found himself experiencing a joy he hadn’t felt in a long time, and enveloped you in a gentle, heartfelt hug. The two of you stayed there for quite some time, ignoring everyone else around you because they didn’t matter.

[pure-ablution]

enough zoya talk, what are your younger siblings like? I love children as long as they are not related to me

The Other Middle Child is almost 5 years younger than me, but we’ve been mistaken for twins our whole lives together, and at this point, I’m not sure whom it’s enraged more. Nika and I have spent 17 long, long years devising increasingly inventive means to infuriate, terrify, and downright endanger the other, and I’m sure that this grand tradition will continue until one of us shuffles off this mortal coil. We’re annoyingly synched with one another—it became a running joke at one point in our house that Nika and I would, entirely unplanned, dress in the same colour, and then proceed to fight in Tom and Jerry style (or Ну погоди for those in the know) over who was going to change—but we’re chalk and cheese in terms of personality and interests. Joking aside, though, I love my not-twin and I’m so proud of him, even if he is 10cm taller than me now, and takes great delight in picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder.

Illya is still just a little boy in my eyes, even though he’s 10 now and, so he tells me, starting to think about senior school. He’s a quiet boy, and prefers to use his hands over words—he’s always liked fixing things, and making little projects for us. Alajos taught him how to use a whittling knife, and now I get all sorts of cute wooden objects sent to me in the post. He’s a very unassuming little chap, and wise in his own funny way, and I love our walks together and the curious perspective he has about our world. Illya isn’t really all that interested in academics, but he loves to listen to stories, and, since I left for university, I’ve managed to find a little bit of time each day to phone home and read him the next installment of whatever book we’re working through. I’m his Scheherazade and he’s my little Shahryar, and I love hearing about his day, the animals he’s petted and the plants he’s seen, though it hurts to know that he’s on the verge of growing up, now.

My Dasha is the apple of my eye and I’d give her the world if she asked for it—and, knowing her, she probably would. She’s the funniest little bundle of bright blonde hair and bruised knees I’ve ever known, and I live for my mother sending me another photo on WhatsApp of her dressing up in our grandmother’s clothes or getting herself stuck somewhere impossible, yet again. You have to have eyes in the back of your head with Dasha because she’s always off raising hell somewhere, and she has absolutely no shame in blinking her big blue eyes and swearing blind that she’s completely innocent, too. She’s not at school yet (probably for the best), but is more than capable of teaching herself everything she feels she needs to know—recently, she figured out how to work the telephone, found my number, and called me in the middle of a lecture to inform me that she’d borrowed our mother’s lipstick and was now a bonafide pretty lady. I can only think that our mother has the patience of a saint, but gosh, my little sister makes me howl with laughter.

[painted-doe]

Thank goodness Tumblr is anonymous, because I have a shitty story I need to get off my chest.

I went for a walk with my husband the other night. Just a stroll around our sleepy little neighbourhood before bed. Now, my fella is an unusually shaped person, very short and heavyset with the shortest legs you’ve probably ever seen on a person. I’m not being unkind, I am being literal and objective, and it’s relevant to the story. Imagine a young Danny Devito and you’re pretty close. I think he’s goddamn adorable, among other things, but you don’t want to hear about that.

It was a Friday night. We were walking past an apartment building where some 20-somethings were having a party on the fourth floor. Disco lights and music. Two of the partiers were having a smoke out on the patio. One of them laughed and said loudly,

“That boy is waddling!”

At first I thought maybe he’d seen a stubby little dog or something. Because that’s not how you’d talk about a person, right? But it was late and quiet and we were the only ones on the street. And when I looked up, they were looking right at us.

Fortunately my husband was talking excitedly about his theories for Thunderbolts and he didn’t hear what they’d said about him.

But I did. Real fucking clearly.

Now, we’re talking about the funniest, gentlest, most welcoming and generous person I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing. You would love him. Everyone loves him. I bet the people on that patio would love him too, once they stopped seeing him as a novelty to laugh at. But if he’d heard those words, it would have shattered his confidence. He’d have been knocked right back into his depression, struggling to get out of bed, struggling to go to work, miserable at the thought of being perceived. This beautiful, exceptional person.

So I pretended I hadn’t heard anything, even though I wanted to go back and burn the whole fucking building down, and I kept walking and arguing happily with him about Marvel lore. And I made sure we took a different route home, away from that building and the party.

But fuck me if those words haven’t been stuck in my head all week. “That boy is waddling!” It hurts to think of how unkind the world is to this person, this man who deserves everything good. I’m so glad he didn’t hear it.

I hope that scrote on the balcony will someday understand what his words can do to people. I really do.

Thanks for reading my vent, and please take this as a reminder to treat fat people kindly. (I mean, I hope we can treat everyone kindly. But at a bare fucking minimum, at least don’t treat fat people like they don’t have feelings or ears.)

[spineless-lobster]

Ok so I gotta tell you this, but an irl friend and I were discussing fandoms, and how sometimes you can totally overestimate how famous someone actually is, and I said about being in not really niche but not massive fandoms and being so excited when someone big in the fandom follows me, only for it to turn out that they're not an internet celebrity after all. They're just kinda big in the fandom, that's it.

And then we started talking about ghosts and about whether we'll stay in the fandom even once the frenzy about the final series has died down (I will), and who we think will stay in the fandom with me, and I said that there were some people in the fandom who were only minorly invested, and there were some who posted a LOT about ghosts, so those last people will probably stay on.

And then my friend looked at me and said 'is this about spineless-lobster?'

So yeah. We think of you as the epitome of ghosts. the ultimate ghosts blog. the bbc ghosts celebrity. all hail spineless-lobster!

(I wasn't talking about you either, which was the funniest thing. I was just talking generally. I always see @natequarter and @ginevralinton as BBC ghosts celebrities as well as you).

Wowza that’s definitely an honour!!!

I feel like a little boy saying “gee wilikers, sir! You really think I’ll make it out in the big city?” while being completely unaware that my face is on a billboard behind me

I still have no idea what caused me to get so popular, I was just a teenager desperate for fandom interaction and now I’m a teenager contributing to the fandom interaction lol

Being described as “the epitome of ghosts” is the most flattering thing anyone has ever told me thank you!!!

It’s also weird to think that people just like… know about me? Like “oh yeah spineless-lobster the ghosts captain blog” I don’t mind at all, if anything I think it’s really cool! Like do the people on ghosts twitter know about me? (I’ve seen a few of my posts on pinterest so I know the girlies on there have seen me)

And yes don’t worry I will definitely be posting after ghosts is over, you’ll have to pry that show from my cold dead hands

But yeah, I don’t think I’ll ever personally see myself as a fandom celebrity, I’ll keep the title though! As long as people aren’t afraid to approach me, at the end of the day I’m just a normal person who’s very autistic about this silly show lmao

[cyberphuck]

Tonight Sebastian showed me a very long r/nosleep story that he said had freaked him out a lot. I feel a little bad because glitchy technology stuff does not scare me at all, and I did warn him ahead of time that that was the case, but I think he’s a little mad at me because throughout the entire two hour run time I could not take the story seriously.

Even though he and I are only 11 years apart in age, we pretty much grew up in different eras of the Internet, as well as having vastly different backgrounds. Some creepypastas and nosleeps definitely scare me, but it’s never the technology glitch or evil technology ones. As a matter of fact, those who know me know that I think video game glitches are the funniest things to ever exist. One time I laughed so hard at a GTA glitch compilation that I legitimately thought I was going to rupture something in my gut. I literally could not stop laughing, and continued laughing all that night every time I thought about it. 

(Maybe the fact that I no longer fear most outside threats factors in to my being totally unfazed by most of the stories he shows me. FIGHT ME! FIGHT MEEEE!)

So the story about someone finding out that they had communicated with a dead girl on the Internet, who was maybe also a minion of a dead Internet God? (Or something) didn’t affect me at all. At one point, I couldn’t help myself and shouted “well then stop clicking on the links!” And Seb glared at me. At what was probably supposed to be the scariest part of the story, the narrator finds out that the skeletal remains he found in a hole in the wall at the Internet café are actually *his* skeletal remains, I thought ‘well obviously they’re not his remains because he’s standing right there.’ At least by that point I had stopped saying things out loud, lol.

there were a lot of inter linking parts of the story that maybe I wasn’t getting even though I was paying attention to the narrative, but I feel bad whenever Seb shows me something that affected him a lot and for me it just does nothing. I think for both of us the scariest stories involve a sense of inevitability or helplessness, but the method of delivery, whether it be through evil technology or monsters in the woods, differs for us both.

There’s also this thing that almost all creepypastas and nosleeps do which Seb and I call “And YOU were skeleton! And WROTE THIS!!” where they get to the climax, what should be the horrifying discovery followed by a cut to black, and instead they just keep going. “And the Evil Link came out of the TV and chased him around the house!” type of thing. Like dude, the story about a mysterious fucked up video game cartridge was fine, it was creepy enough. You have to leave some of it to the imagination. Any creepypastas that end with “in the morning they found his dead body with all his guts out and it was so scary” automatically gets an F from me.

The best stories, for me, are ones where something Not Normal is going on, no one knows why, and it’s never explained. The Smiling Man short story is a classic— the man is just wandering around being weird and uncanny, chases the narrator and is never seen again. What the fuck did he want? It COULD be that he’s going to kill you and wear your skin, or maybe he’s trying to sell you timeshares. You don’t know! If the obvious solution to “ghosts in my video game” is “go do something else then,” your story needs a rewrite, and don’t just do the playground tactic of “well you can’t because uhhhh, it’ll get you.” If my dead girlfriend is inside my copy of Animal Crossing I’m just gonna leave her in there.

Everyone knows it’s really hard to impress me when it comes to writing fiction, *especially* when it comes to horror, because I’ve been neck deep in true crime stories and gore videos for most of my life AND I’m a notorious snob about writing in general (and specifically popular works that I feel insult their readers by expecting them to put up with clunky dialogue and flimsy plots). Nosleeps are written by small time authors for the most part, but there are a few well known nosleepers who put out a lot of stories that are then recorded as YouTube videos and played to me by my brother whom I love dearly and would do anything for, and those authors need to step up their game so that I don’t laugh at the parts that are supposed to be scary.

For what it’s worth, Anansi’s Goatman Story scared the FUCK out of me.

[gaylittleguys]

2024 movie recap

New watches:

2024 releases:

I Saw The TV Glow: AUGH. Amazing. Definitely top movie of the year. Heartbreaking and gutwrenching, stunningly beautiful and extremely hitting all the boxes of things I love. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a movie that captures the feeling of suffocating in yourself that this does. Had to get it on dvd though I have yet to prepare myself to rewatch it… haven’t stopped thinking about it since I saw it in July.

Smile 2: ACTUALLY really really good! I didn’t really like the first one (which I watched the day before seeing this) but 2 is LEAGUES better. Really makes use of the premise and is scary and unsettling AND has some really sick practical effects!

Cuckoo: I really liked this. I didn’t see a lot of talk about it, though. It was weird and PLEASE watch it without looking anything up. I went in pretty much blind and it was great. Hunter Schafer is amazing and we should get Dan Steven’s to play more unsettling European creeps

Abigail: Dan Stevens again lmao. This was really really fun it was everything it needed to be! Watch this vampire child attack the fun cast of characters!

The Wild Robot: sooooo cute 😭 such a gorgeous movie too. I cried most of the way thought it (positive) (bc it was very cute) aughhh the robot learning emotions got me augghhhhh noooo

Dune 2: I actually didn’t like it as much as the first half, but that’s also a pretty high bar to be fair. Stunning movie.

New to me:

Brazil: wow! Definitely taking a lot of inspiration from 1984, this has such an interesting intricate world. Not as ‘weird’ as I had been told, but definitely a surreal dystopian journey.

Dark City: I have no idea how I hadn’t heard of this movie until this year??? I loved it, such a strange distinct style, and the kind of weird story I like. Near the ending I think it wasn’t quite as strong as the rest of it, but really good!! Check it out!!

Silence of the lambs: watched for the first time somehow. I did really like it, it’s extremely well acted, and sickeningly tense. It’s objectively a really amazing movie, definitely worth its status as a classic. But. It’s really hard to ignore how much it pushed real life transphobia which adds another layer onto an already difficult watch.

(Sillay) anthology horror: Campfire Tales, The Monster Club, and Creepshow. Apparently I’d seen some of Campfire Tales before?? It was silly, very campy (ha) very much the caliber of stories told around a campfire. Monster Club was unique, the in-between story was a lot more memorable than the actual tales, much help from Vincent Price. I LOVED Creepshow, it was 100% up my alley and was such a treat, a really fun homage to old horror comics.

2024 was the year of Alien a bit lol, watched the rerelease of the original in theatres for my birthday, which was fantastic. Watched both Prometheus and Covenant in a weekend while sick, and Romulus as well. I don’t think Prometheus deserves the dislike it got, Covenant was pretty bad (except for the little chestburster guy) and Romulus was fun and had some excellent practical effects.

The Exorcist (1973) and The Pope’s Exorcist double feature was a blast, I think The Exorcist would have hit better at the time or if I was more religious, but I liked it. The Pope’s Exorcist was a BLAST however it was very fun and kind of bad and I do keep telling people about the Catholic Avengers ending and the funniest sequel bait I’ve ever seen

Redline kicked ass what a fun movie and just stunning to look at. Lu Over The Wall was so so good too, I loved how gloopy the animation was.

Nimona was honestly kind of disappointing for me :( I was definitely holding it to the book which I loved and was rly important to me as a teen. It was cute and would have probably been better if I didn’t have something to compare it to, but honestly it felt a little toothless? I wanted to like it a lot more than I did. Rip goldenloin’s hair too 😔

Cursed and Wild Country: my only 2 werewolf movies this year :( I’m falling behind… Cursed had the bones of a good movie, you can really tell it was screwed over by the studio. The sfx are great and the werewolf suit is fantastic, but they ditch it to use ugly cgi or just have the werewolves in human form 😔 Wild Country was fun in a kind of bad way! The werewolves look kinda like boars? Bears??

The Sudbury Devil and The VVitch: New England religious horror lets gooooo. The Witch was great, loved the sense of atmosphere, and it was really immersed in the time in a way that’s rare to see. The Sudbury Devil was definitely trying really hard, but I don’t think it quite achieved its aims. It’s disorienting in a confusing way, not a surreal way, and it doesn’t feel as grounded in the time somehow, although I do like its commitment to period accurate pronunciations! A strange watch.

Barbarian: REALLY good. Nauseating horror. Didn’t know much before going in and I think that was a good choice!

Donnie Darko: was ok. Seemed like it was Trying to be really smart without reeeaaallllyyyyy saying anything smart. Was expecting it to be weirder than it was.

Blue Velvet: 4th times the charm on finishing this lmao. I did like it, but not as much as Lynch’s other work I’ve seen.

Singing in the rain: this one’s a classic for a reason!!!! It’s great!!

DnD delayed double feature: Dungeons and Dragons (2000) was uh. A journey. I actually would not really recommend it as it was stretching even a so-bad-it’s-good watch with friends. I don’t know why a dnd movie is seemingly so allergic to having anything dnd-ish in it. Not even Jeremy Irons as the villain and his strange blue lipped henchman could save this. The cast of heroes are completely forgettable and contribute somehow basically nothing to the plot. #ripSnails. HOWEVER, the new one, which I’ve seen before, is great!! Really fun to watch again with my dnd group. :)

Legend: what the fuck. Just check this out. How’d this get made. What’s going on.

Honourable horror mentions: Tucker and Dale vs Evil, Bloody Valentine, High Life, Infinity Pool, The Others

Rewatches:

The Green Knight: yesssss my beloved green knight ❤️ bought the special dvd for this this year. The people I know have seen this are pretty split on it, but I love it.

Jaws my angel ❤️

The Thing my love ❤️

Dead Poets Society: hadn’t seen this since I saw it in high school, still heartbreaking. What a good movie.

The Last Unicorn: didn’t really like this as a kid, but I hadn’t seen it for a while. It’s soo pretty. I really loved it on this rewatch.

[bumblingest-bee]

bee’s thoughts on the sweeney todd revival!!

idk if recordings just didn’t do him justice or if he’s improved as his run has gone on, but i did truly enjoy aaron as sweeney. to be clear he’s still not a baritone but he didn’t struggle with the range as much as i’d feared. unfortunately but not unexpectedly he didn’t have that deep resonance that the role should have, yet at the same time he almost made up for it with the sheer intensity of his acting. (almost.) i REALLY enjoyed that he did a proper cockney accent - it was surprisingly good and fit his take on the character very well. he was genuinely frightening and impressively intense at times (his “how about a shave?” section in epiphany was a highlight for me) but at other times he was. aaron tveit. overall while still i wish they’d cast a proper baritone on the role, aaron was wonderful in his own way and im very very glad i saw him. the fact he was aaron tveit in a very tight shirt may or may not have helped.

guys. folks. sutton was FUCKING INCREDIBLE. i know, i am just as shocked as you, but she was born to play mrs. lovett. i’ve never laughed so hard at worst pies in my life. i can’t say enough good things about her which is insane bc i’ve been joking about her casting since the beginning. vocally, she knew exactly when to turn on the deranged lansbury style belt and when to sing it straight. i won’t lie her accent was much better than annaleigh’s (I’M SO SORRY). acting-wise, she was just hysterically funny; over-the-top without being over-the-top, if that makes any sense at all. just a really truly delightful take on the role.

JOE LOCKE. HOLY MOTHER OF FUCK. i came in knowing nothing about him but thinking he was stunt casting and i was SO wrong. he was, bar none, THE best toby i have ever heard. he made the role sound completely effortless with a gorgeous classical tenor that turned into a high belt so powerful it made the couple in front of me nearly leap from their seats in amazement.

jamie jackson’s deeply creepy judge and john rapson’s slimy, flamboyant beadle made the perfect dickensian villain duo. they were THE essential ingredient to the atmosphere of the show, which they just about stole.

maria bilbao was a wonderfully unnerving, constantly in anxious motion, adorably sweet johanna. she and daniel yearwood (who was lovable and vocally gorgeous as anthony) had great chemistry. ruthie ann miles was, of course, perfect as the beggar woman, heart-wrenching and unsettling and probably the best acting performance out of the whole cast.

the entire ensemble was brilliant - of course i’ve got to give a special mention to pirelli because that contest was the funniest one i’ve ever seen. also shoutout to hennessy winkler who was on as jonas fogg!

the sets were great, though at times i wished there was a bit more of them instead of being minimalist for the sake of it. the choreography was used to great, unnerving effect at times (that stumbling in the opening ballad!) though sometimes i wished they’d just stay still for god’s sake. two things that stood out to me: the blood effects were very effective, and the sound design in the bakehouse was so creepy.

for a 26-piece orchestra you’d think they’d make it a bit louder. compared to other big orchestra shows i’ve seen the instruments felt a bit tinny and canned at times, despite the fact that they really turned it up for some songs, proving that they could!! in any case i was just very very glad to hear that gorgeous full score at any volume.

overall it was a brilliant experience - though im not sure how much of that is due to just how fucking good the material is no matter what you do with it. it wasn’t perfect, but i laughed so hard i cried (and just plain cried) and got goosebumps about every five minutes. so happy i got to attend the tale ❤️🥧❤��

[gothamslostboy]

Hello! I was wondering if you could write a fic with a ftm prompt? I was thinking David x Micheal (ftm) or any of the lost boys characters with something relating to a ftm? Sorry if it’s a bit vague! Some comfort or fluff is really nice! Thank you so much! - 🦝

A/N: hey 🦝! Sorry this took so long. I love trans Michael. I’d also like to apologize, I got lost in the story and there’s not as much comfort fluff as I originally planned. I hope you still like it:]

Decisions Transpire Here

DAVID MICHAEL

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Michael, We’ve been waiting at the boardwalk for 20 minutes. Don’t they teach manners in Ariz- I turn around at the sound of David’s voice, and though I’m only frozen for less than I second, it’s too long. By the time I’ve thrown myself to the floor, he’d already seen me. I should’ve locked the door.

That what I think it is? Of all the times for David to barge into my room, this had to be one of the worst. Reaching up to grab my testosterone vial, I tuck myself under my bed after 3 missed grabs. Umm, heroin? Yes. Yes it is. I do my best to sound convincing, but my panic slips through. Damn that’s a bad cover. No one would just stand in the middle of their room to do heroin, much less inject it in their thigh. I’ve only been hanging out with these guys for less than a month and I’ve already blown it. What? The noise of David’s feet coming closer drown out most of his laughter.

Relax Michael, you’re not the first transgender person I’ve come across. Oh. He figured that out much quicker than I thought he would. I guess just wearing my binder and boxers probably helped there. Uh, oh. Cool. My mind is racing as we sit in silence, trying to figure out where the conversation goes from here. We moved away from Phoenix for a fresh start, a place without dad, where no one except my family would know that I wasnt always a Michael.

David tosses himself onto my bed, a cloud of dust hitting my face on impact. A begin to cough, and I hear a very ingenuine whoops. The bed frame creaks as he makes himself comfortable. Come on, time to come out, Well, in the other way. Bad enough you’re late to meet up with us, do you really wanna stand the boys up entirely? I push down my embarrassment as I slide out into view. Picking myself up, I place my vial on the nightstand and scan the room for a clean shirt.

We agreed to meet at 8:00? How is 7:28 late? I gesture towards my clock, the red numbers glowing in the darkened corner of my room. Clocks wrong. It’s now, he stops snooping through my nightstand just long enough to read his watch, 8:36. I push my head through my neck hole, pulling my jeans up swiftly as a grab his wrist.

Shit. Sorry man, let’s go. Ump bup bup! David twist his hand until he has a hold on me. Let’s talk for a second. I scoff out my nervousness as I try to discreetly release his grasp, to no avail. What about the guys? Aren’t they just waiting for you to get back? I’ll let them know we’ll be a second. He scoots to one side of my bed and essentially drags me on the other. Oh yeah? Didn’t know you had a secret landline from my room to the middle of the boardwalk. He has a smug smile, like what I said was the funniest thing he’s heard tonight.

Don’t worry about it Michael. Why’d you duck under the bed? The abrupt shift into seriousness almost makes me want that stupid grin back. I mean, why’d you come in without knocking heh heh, people do weird things. I want to look at the floor, but I can’t escape this stare down I’ve entered with David. We won’t judge you. We all have something, different about us. The way he emphasizes his words sends a chill down my spine.

If there was a way to make you biologically male, would you do it? I Tilt my head, trying to figure out what David’s doing. Well, duh? No matter the cost? Even if it makes some see you as a monster? I shift in my spot, unsure what his game is here. I mean, they already do. Might as well be the true me. What ever he’s trying to do, it seems I answered correctly.

He moves to his feet quickly, striding towards my door. Believe me, you’re no monster Michael. remember you’re answer. There’s a change of plans, we’re going to the cave. Why? I’m going to give you what you want, all it’ll take is a drink. I dont realize he’s serious until after I’m already laughing. You don’t believe me? He turns back to face me, leaning down to eye level with me on the bed. If that was possible, every trans person in the world would’ve done it.

It’s true alright Michael, he extends his gloved hand to me as he straightens his stance. Do you really want to miss out on the chance because you don’t trust me? What will it be? A leap of faith, or a mortal life never knowing? I take his and and do my best to ignore the part of me, screaming danger.

What the hell, what’s the worst that could happen?

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[si-cucumber]

Mazz's Top 5 Shows (as of 8/23)

So I’ve been debating on letting my inner theater geek out on here for a while, but I also realize that....this is my blog so I can talk about whatever the hell I want to talk about.

If somehow you didn’t know already, I am and always have been a theater kid. I’ve been lucky enough to have seen tons of live theater in my day, whether it’s community, national tours, or in New York. And now that my current touring season is over, and I continue to gush over the amazing shows I’ve seen the past few months, I think it’s time for me to officially update my Top 5 Show list. 

5.) Six (US Tour)

So fun fact, I just saw this for the first time yesterday. I've been a fan of Six since it opened in the West End and waited super patiently for it to tour. It was entirely electric, the crowd was beyond into it, and the vocal talent was so stunning that I instantly bought tickets to see it again. That has never happened to me before. I was incredibly blown away and look forward to seeing it again next weekend lmao

4.) Next To Normal (Broadway, 2010)

This was my very first Broadway show on my first trip to New York. This was baby's first online fandom. Back in the day, my friends and I ruled the n2n category on FFnet. It was my first experience with fanfiction and fandom and it was fantastic. This show was everything angsty, teenage Mazz needed at the time. Being able to see the original cast and it being my first real Broadway show, it will always hold a special place in my heart!

3.) Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street (2023 Revival)

I saw this back in June when I went to New York last! Actually, the whole reason for my trip was just to see this, especially since I missed out on Josh Groban in Great Comet. The most star-studded cast I've ever seen, tons of heavy-hitters. Sweeney Todd was a favorite of teenage Mazz and his theater friends. We'd spend our weekends in my friend's basement performing "A Little Priest" to the best of our ability. Even though I know this show inside and out, I was still on the edge of my seat by the end. Annaleigh Ashford was the stand-out for me. She was robbed of that Tony.

2.) Beetlejuice (National Tour)

I saw this back in January with one of my best friends. I've loved this show since it debuted ages ago, and was probably the best show I saw this touring season! The absolute funniest show I've ever seen. Like, we were laughing so loud and hard I'm pretty sure we were annoying the people around us lmao. But nonetheless, it was an excellent production and I left dying to see it again (no...pun intended).

1.) Some Like It Hot (Broadway 2023)

I will never ever ever stop talking about this show. Hands down, best show I have ever seen. The amount of joy i felt for hours after seeing this was incredible. I was so lucky to see this during pride month, so I have a pride version of the playbill, which is so so special to me. It was so refreshing to see a classic, jazz musical again and the choreography? Insane. Like jaw dropping insane. The final chase sequence blew my mind.

But what struck me the most was seeing a queer actor onstage playing a canonically trans character. A character who was done so well and felt so organic. I saw this at the point in my transition where I really started presenting and dressing masculinely. I was the little awkward trans guy from Ohio, alone in the big city, sat at the front of the mezzanine hearing the crowd cheer for Daphne. After months of feeling dread about the state of this country and the fear of being outwardly trans, this was just...the perfect thing at the perfect time. The amount of gender euphoria I felt was incredible, it was so moving to me. It will always hold a special place in my heart and that is why it's my number one.

So that is my current list! Will it change? Probably at some point lmao. My next season starts in October, and I look forward to seeing what awaits me next.

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10 and 20 for the ask game?

10.) Best/funniest comment you’ve ever gotten on a fic?

Some of the best comments are probably the rambly ones. Even if they're short rambly, I have successfully made someone excited about the fic in some way and I love that so much.

Funniest are often some of the strong reactions I'll get in response to something silly i wrote or bad guys being particularly diabolical... or a bad guy clearly about to get his parade rained on but hasn't realized it yet. Especially when the bad guy is Eobard, everyone wants him to get his comeuppance so bad. hehehe Of course I'm the same way reading someone else's fic :D

20.) Hardest character to write/get the characterization correct for?

It used to be Iris but I do feel like I've improved a lot at writing her and I've gotten a lot better at seeing her perspective on things. She's still very much a challenge at times, though, because she's such a very different person from who I am and sometimes I see in her the kind of person people have tried to push me to be more like at times. More feminine, more fashionable, more outgoing... it can be a little intimidating trying to see thing from her point of view sometimes because of that.

Caitlin can be a challenge too, even though I'm probably more like her than like Iris. She's the most understated personality in the main cast and that can make her a hard read. She's much more introverted like me, but her interests are very, very different. She's to some degree the mom friend, but she's also at times very much the younger sibling of the group (to Cisco's middle sibbling feels). And that balance can be hard to hit right.

I also struggle with a lot of the later season Arrow characters and later season Legends characters, but... in fairness I skipped around a lot of the later seasons of both (Arrow because I got tired of some of the repeated themes and Legends because they had a lot of in group bullying that got annoying) so