#sometimes I just get so overwhelmed by how much I love paul I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM

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what do timmy's characters' kisses taste like?

(pls i tried my best TT)

&. LEE

lee's kisses taste like warm tobacco and coke, sometimes replaced by beer and of course a hint of blood on his wet tongue if he hasn't washed his mouth yet. his teeth are as sharp as they sink into your bottom lip, soothed by his moist and soft tongue that immediately slips in. every time he kissed you, it always turns out to be a needy and wet mess. you know he completely loses it when you pull back from the kiss and a thread of saliva still connects both your tongues. lee always spends time admiring it and waiting for the saliva to mark your skin so that he can lick it up.

&. HAL

hal's kisses taste like strong rum soaked cherries, making your head spin and your feet curl. he stains you completely red, his mouth sliding wetly from your lips to your neck against your soft skin, leaving marks that can’t be covered up even if you intended to. he always accompanies kisses to dirty talks, not giving a damn if court servants or maids hear him.

&. LAURIE

laurie's kisses are sometimes similar to hal's, a noticeable hint of cinnamon and vanilla the only difference that separates them. at times, you would also feel some white bubbly wine at the tip of his tongue, making yours tickle and curl a little. he would giggle silently against your lips, craving for more.

&. ELIO

elio's kisses taste like skimmed milk, white sugar and peach juice. just like lee, he would get deadly needy and lost in the kiss, his adam's apple continually lowering, swallowing the saliva of both of you, as if wanting to have your permanent taste down your throat. his mouth reminds you of young summer with a bittersweet taste of sea waters' salt. you would let elio kiss you again and again and again until you're both breathless but he would still beg for more in the most childish and sensual way. you understand it when he slightly pulls back, trying to catch his breath while his tongue remains out, having him looking like a thirsty puppy.

&. PAUL

paul's kisses make your mind travel to crumbly butter biscuits, melting on your tongue, complemented by crystalized pieces of salt that cut through the sweetness with sharp fervor. at times, if he ate fremen food, you can even taste the desert spice in his tongue, a welcome surprise hitting your head and making your eyes flutter shut. it's always a weird taste, but you love how well it matches yoir boyfriend's tongue.

&. WILLY

of course you expected willy's kisses to taste like chocolate, but it's not any chocolate.

they taste like the most unexpected and unexplored ingredients, strangely mixing with roses and strawberries, floral and sweet and almost too much but never overwhelming. his lips feel like dainty petals against yours paired with the sweetest strawberry of his tongue dancing as fluidly. his kisses actually change every day, and that's what keeps you entertained and inpatient. one day milk chocolate, dark chocolate, white chocolate, salty chocolate, giraffe milk macaroon, hoverchoc, anything. sometimes, he make special edition love chocolates, and you still wonder if his chocolate is able to make you crave more than kisses.

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Hey its paul anon again (thanks for the name 🫡) sorry ive been bombarding you with questions but I absolutely love this au and i love everyone to bits

So, can you go into more detail about darry and paul . Like, as much info abt them as you can throw at me those two are my boys . Like how did they officially get together , how did Paul go abt moving in and whats that situation like .

Also, when Paul is like kicked out and cut off from the family, does he end up just,, losing everything? I mean like, did his parents even let him get his belongings or did all he have was the clothes on his body and trauma. I would imagine his parents had control over his bank account too so they like shut that down too so he’s out here broke as fuck JHSJSHSJ sorry im just yapping

Anon never apologizes for asking I'm so open to answering them bc I love this au and I adore that so many people like it too. Parry fans are eating good bc the writers love Cursed!Parry just as much. I'll answer your questions ab them before I yap. To be totally honest, those two did not ever really make it official. Doing that requires two things they lack; emotional openness and no internalized homophobia. They both told themselves for the longest time that it wasn't a relationship... even after they started saying "I love you" in Latin and Fae respectively (Paul knows Latin bc spells, Darry knows Fae for obvious reasons), or when each other realized managed to figure out WHAT the other was saying,, or when they started sharing a bed and waking up intertwined,,, or when they started using far too affectionate pet names,,, or when things became far too intimate for it to be casual. They never actually make it official, one day they just slip into calling each other their boyfriends. The most official it ever got was when they flat out went "Oh yeah, we're dating" to the gang. The gang was making bets on that, by the way. Pony said weeks, Soda said a month, Steve said two, Two-Bit said a year. Ace got it right down to the date and time, nobody knows how she did it. They have no anniversary because they have no fucking idea when they really "got together". Paul never truly moved in either, he kinda just went from crashing there whenever his car wasn't an option, to taking up the couch almost every night, to sleeping in Darry's room, and eventually, it was just an unspoken thing that he was officially a member of the household. They have to kick him out for the day whenever the social worker comes to check on things, cause Darry can NOT take the risk of some kind of bad outcome to his mere existence. OK MORE GENERAL PARRY - Being with Paul reminds Darry that he's only 20 and still allowed to be something other than "the adult" sometimes. That brings a whole KIND of happiness that he can't describe. Dude's tail is fucked up due to physical trauma but that bitch wags so fast with Paul. - Darry on the other hand just generally grounds Paul. He's so used to the way of life that was on the west side that everything going on there is overwhelming sometimes. - They're very bad with vocal I love you's in English but they will say that shit ALL the time in different languages or through their actions. - Uh after Paul got jumped and had his letterman jacket stolen, Darry gave him an old denim jacket of his own bc Paul hated having his arms out in the open. - Pony audibly gags every time they're lovey-dovey. He's not homophobic unless you're Paul and Darry. - They'd shotgun cigarettes when they were younger (and the only reason they don't anymore is the account of Darry wanting to keep the fact that he smokes every rare occurrence on the down low) - Darry's purring has healing properties like a cat's purr (all of the brothers' have it actually) so this mf will just drag Paul down to cuddle and purr. - They are.. so down bad for each other. Darry does anything and Paul swoons, and they've def had an interaction that goes something like this: Paul, knowing Darry cant lie: "How do you feel about me right now?" Darry, immediately: "I'd marry you if I could." Paul & Darry:

As for being kicked out, Paul's parents quite literally just. Booted him, barely a warning. One minute he's arguing back for the first time since their keeping up appearances at the police event, and the next he's being dragged by the arm and shoved out of the house with threats of being killed if he dares to show his face back there. Just like that, all of it's pretty much gone; save for the clothes on his back and whatever he'd been carrying-- which was really only his car keys and his wallet. He was sleeping in his car for a bit until Two and Pony vaguely got on his ass because Darry's calls were going to voicemail and he was stupid enough to let it slip that he wasn't living at home anymore. Pony, being Pony, snitched. Can't have shit with that little gremlin around- so after finding his dumbass after having had the equivalent of an aneurism over suddenly being ghosted by Paul, Darry extended the offer for Paul to stay with them. He doesn't mind it being a permanent solution, but Paul is.. less fond for a few reasons; so he tries not to impose much while he looks for work. (He does eventually get something sorted out, so yippie! Helps with the bills what a guy) FORGOT TO ADD. He sneaks home at one point to try and get some of his shit because he knows where the spare key is, but gets cold feet at the door because he genuinely doesn't know if his dad will keep up with that threat.

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Too Far Gone - Part Fifty Five

A/N: I know this was supposed to be the last piece, but it was over 40,000 words and I was struggling with making it flow/ time jumps. With everything going on, it just seemed a little overwhelming and daunting, to a point I couldn't even consider working on it, so I decided to break it into a few smaller parts. There was a lot of this going on while writing, so any feedback is appreciated❤

Warnings: I didn't really proofread this so there's that, swearing, a little drinking, smut - oral (m receiving), p in v, cream pies, dirty talk, I think that's it?

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Word Count: 5,600

The best thing to happen to Auston and Tia was the California road trip that started a few days after they got back together, not because they were sick of each other and needed time apart (they could barely keep their hands off each other), but because they could barely keep their hands off each other. Every time they started to talk, Auston would have that signature grin which would make heat would flare behind Tia’s cheeks and all their clothes would end up on the floor, or Tia would let out a sigh, but not just any sigh, a sweet and easy sigh that had Auston’s cock throbbing mere minutes before their clothes were on the floor.

Their clothes always ended up on the floor.

It wasn’t exactly a problem, but they knew that was the easy part of the relationship, and if they wanted to last, they had to be good at more than that. That’s why when Auston and the Leafs took off to California, they spent as much time as possible on FaceTime, talking.

They talked about going on a (second) first date, and the day he was back from he made good on that promise. Taylour went to Freds, and he took her to Lee’s - a restaurant Auston had been to a handful of times with his parents, sometimes with Fred and Morgan. Every time he went, he couldn’t help but think it was the kind of place he’d take a date but there never was a girl he wanted to share the experience with. Sitting there with Tia, he knew it was the right decision, because he is going to share everything with her.

They talked about telling her friends about them, and how they were going to do it. Auston didn’t quite understand why this was such a topic for them when she could walk down the hall to Becks’ apartment, or FaceTime her friends and let them know, but if it’s important to her it was important to him, so they talked about it. And the second night he was back they had her friends over for dinner and let them in on the news.

They talked about her past, her mom and dad. She talked about the rocky relationship she has with her dad, and the lack of relationship she had with her mother. Auston told her about his feelings towards Paul, and while he’d never get in the way of her relationship, he didn’t see himself having one anytime soon. When Tia told him she never wanted to see Kylie again, Auston told her he supported that decision and if she never wanted to talk about her again, she didn’t have to.

They talked about all the things they went through to get there. They had hard conversations about his past and some of the women that he was involved with. They talked about some of her personal struggles, therapy, and the way she viewed herself. The article and all the rumours were brought up, and Tia admitted that she was worried what lies people would say of her. That was when Auston realized how much growth Tia still has to do, and that while he loves every part of her and her past, she doesn’t.

But it wasn’t all deep or hard topics, they spent a fair bit laughing over things his teammates (mostly Mitch) did, or how Taylour saw a picture of eighteen-year-old Auston and said he looked silly without his mustache. They talked about school and her line, what her plan was once school ended in a few weeks, her plan for next year and the year after that. Auston couldn’t stop smiling at the way she lit up talking about all the accomplishments she hoped to have.

They talked about the twinkle Tia noticed in Auston’s eye when they were talking to Mitch about Zeus. He had been considering a dog for a while, but he knew there was no world where Taylour would spend a day away from it, which meant during every road trip Tia would have to watch the dog. Given everything that had been going on, it didn’t seem like a reasonable request, but with her mental health in a better place, school finishing soon, and them dating, it felt like the right time. And while they agreed to wait until after the hockey season ended, Tia was flooding his phone with pictures of dogs.

While discussing the summer, along came the topic of where to spend those months. Tia always stayed in Toronto, but that was because she had nowhere else to go. Up until finding out about Taylour, Auston spent his entire summer in Arizona. Obviously, he was going to spend his summer wherever Tia was, but to him Arizona made sense. Tia needed space to sketch, sew, store fabrics and accessories, and he has a house in Arizona with multiple spare bedrooms, a pool for Taylour and a backyard for the dog. Scottsdale has more space than they could ever need, it also has privacy, something Toronto lacked.

It made sense. Tia knew that. She also knew they would visit and at any point they could return. She also knew getting a few months away from fans and possible rumours would be good for them (and for her), but his parents are in Scottsdale, and there is no way to spend months there and not see them. And even though Auston told her how he felt about her parents, she couldn’t tell Auston how she felt about his parents, so she agreed.

Auston knew she had walls up when it came to his family, he just hoped that she would tell him what those reservations were. Instead, she’d change the topic to anything else, and Auston knew this was something they’d have to talk once he returned from his road trip. Unfortunately, they never got around to it, because after their second first date (which of course ended with them drenched in sweat), and the dinner where she told her friends (which again ended with them drenched in sweat), COVID-19 erupted around the globe.

The league and Tia’s classes paused, the three of them hunkered down at Auston’s condo in Toronto for a few days. They had movie nights, cooked dinners as a family, made forts in his living room, then bigger and more elaborate forts when Taylour deemed it to be “not good enough.” They were living in a (public health recommended) bubble, and everything was perfect, then came the announcement everyone knew would happen, all major sports leagues were going on a hiatus, classes were cancelled indefinitely, borders were closing, and everything they thought they knew was about to change. Instead of going to Arizona in June, it was March when they were touching down.

Auston thought being there early might force Tia to talk about all the things she had been ignoring and tried to bring it up last night. That conversation was put on hold when Tia found a different use for her mouth. He considered bringing it up after, but then she went in the shower, and the idea of his wet and naked girlfriend had him at a loss for words. When Auston finally had the mental capacity to bring it up, her snores started to fill the room and once again that conversation was put off.

“Morning.” Auston follows the voices to the kitchen, then places a soft kiss to her cheek. “I don’t like it when I wake up and the beds empty.”

“I went for a run, then our son wanted breakfast.” Tia turns slightly, ensuring the next kiss hits her lips. “Made you some too.”

“You’re amazing.” Auston mumbles against her. “But I still prefer waking up next to you.” With a faint blush hitting her cheeks, Auston turns toward their son who is wearing swim trunks, no shirt, and a bucket hat at the kitchen island, a towel messily crumpled on the stool next to him. “What do you want to do today, Tay?” 

“Swim,” he beams over his eggs. 

Auston chuckles. He reaches down to his plate and grabs a piece of bacon and tears a chunk off with his teeth. “Figures.”

“And see Nala.”

Auston laughs again at the predictability of his son.“You’re going to see Nala tomorrow,” Auston tells him, immediately being met with a disappointed grumble. “What about you?” He peers down at Tia. “When do you think you’ll be done today?”

“Around lunch.”

“Are you actually going to be done at lunch?” He hates how desperate he sounds.

Up until five days ago, Tia spent most of her time with them. Swimming, playing air hockey, watching whatever show or movie Taylour picked, because he always got to pick what they’d watch. Then the packages started to arrive. First was a sewing machine, then came bundles and bundles of fabric – every colour, pattern and material he could imagine. Then came a desk for the sewing machine, and a second to be used as a workspace. Next was the bookshelves and cabinets, needles, buttons, zippers, pins and clasps; then came the containers to store the needles, buttons, zippers, pins and clasps. There was a pegboard and a corkboard (which Auston learned are different and she did need both), a printer, clothing racks, mannequins, new lights.

After Auston had carried everything upstairs, spent days assembling it and rearranging the furniture so many times he lost count, his girlfriend disappeared. Eager to get the most out of her day, breakfast is always made before he even wakes up. And before he has the dishes put away, she is gone, tucked away in her office, sewing, sketching, cursing at something that isn’t working the way she wants it. He’ll bring up lunch, and she’ll always say how “she is almost done and only has one more thing to do” yet, she doesn’t finish up until dinner.

So yeah, maybe he is a little desperate to spend time with his girlfriend.

“You just want to see me in a bathing suit.” Tia teases, smirking when heat flares on his cheeks. 

 “I want to see you without a bathing suit,” Auston whispers, quietly so Fred and Trevor can’t hear.

Tia takes a gulp and Auston winks, then gives one of his signature smirks. His hand finds the small of her back and he holds her close, and smiles before pressing his lips to hers. He loves how easily he can make her squirm.

“Daddy, why do you kiss mommy?” Taylour asks innocently, as he pushes the empty plate towards the center of the island. 

“Uh, well,” Auston starts. His eyes bounce from Tia to Taylour and on the way, he can’t help but notice the small grins his friends are making zero effort to hide.

Auston had been noticing just how observant Taylour was becoming, repeating back something he heard, doing something Fred had done two or three days prior. He wasn’t all that surprised that Taylour recognized the change in his parents’ relationship, but he was concerned about just how much he had been noticing. Did he notice when they’d disappear for twenty minutes in the middle of the day, and wonder where they went? Did he hear that comment about wanting to see her without a bathing suit, and was he going to have questions about what that meant? Did he hear some of the other comments Auston made when he assumed Taylour was distracted? How much had he picked up on, and how much was Auston going to have to explain?

“Let’s go sit on the couch and we can talk,” Tia offers, holding a hand for Taylour to clasp. 

Once in the living room, Taylour climbs up on the couch, Tia and Auston taking a seat beside him. Glancing to Auston, then down to Taylour, Tia is the first to speak. 

“Daddy and I kiss because he is my boyfriend, and boyfriends and girlfriends are allowed to kiss.”

“But you didn’t kiss Daddy before.”

“Daddy was just my friend before, and when someone is just a friend you don’t kiss them. But now Daddy is my boyfriend so I can kiss him.”

Taylour blinks and his forehead creases as he tries to process what Tia is telling him, evident that he is still confused.

“You know how Charlie is your friend, and you have lunch or go to the park together?”

“We go to the zoo sometimes too.” Taylour smiles and nods.

“Right, friends’ hangout and do all sorts of fun things together. Sometimes when people are spending time with their friends, they realize that they really like them and want to see them more.”

“Well, I really like Mommy.” Auston chimes in.

“I like Mommy too,” Taylour smiles.

“Yeah, your mommy is pretty awesome” Auston smiles at Tia. “And when we were friends and would go to dinner, watch a movie or go skating as friends, we realized we liked each other a lot. So, I asked Mommy to be girlfriend and she said yes, now we can kiss and go on dates together.”

“Oh.” Taylour blinks a few times, processing the information, then nods. “Okay.” 

“Do you have any questions?” Tia asks him. 

“What’s a date?” 

Tia softly laughs. “A date is just spending time together. It can be going shopping, getting dinner, taking a walk. If Daddy and I are doing it together, we’re on a date.”

“Are you still going to spend time wif me?” Concern floods his face as his wide eyes bounce between them.

Auston chuckles softly and pulls him into his lap, and Tia scoots closer. “We will always spend time with you. With Mommy being my girlfriend, it means we have more time together as a family. You won’t spend time with just Mommy at her house, or just me at my house, there will be one house and all three of us will live there together.

They talked about what life after the summer looked like, but they didn’t really come up with a plan. They were going to spend the next few months dating, spend the summer together in Scottsdale, and see how they felt then. Maybe Tia would renew her lease, maybe she wouldn’t, and she’d move into Auston’s place. It wasn’t much of a plan but they both agreed to it, then came covid.

It made sense for them to stay together, but that was out of necessity, and they never discussed what they’d do once life returned to normal. If the past few weeks showed Tia anything its that she doesn’t want to live apart and her heart flutters knowing he feels the same way.

“Every morning we’ll have breakfast together, we can play together, go swimming or to the park, we can watch movies together, and every night we both get to tuck you in. You’ll get to see Daddy and I every day.” 

“I like that.” His joyful voice coos as he cranes his head to smile at Auston, then to Tia. 

“Me too.” Auston softly kisses his forehead. 

“Is uncle Freddie your boyfriend too?”

A small howl can be heard from the kitchen which they both ignore. “No. Uncle Freddie and Uncle Trevor are just my friends. Only Daddy is my boyfriend, so I can only kiss Daddy.”

It gets quiet for a second as Taylour thinks over everything. Then he turns towards Auston. “Can I play with my toys?” 

“Do you have any more questions?” When he is met with a soft shake of the head, Auston loosens back his grip and Taylour slides off and wanders to the mountain of toys that are monopolizing a large portion of the living room.

“He is too observant.”

They both watch Taylour grab his Hulk figurine and start running him along the floor towards his farm animal encounter. He lets out a playful scream as he gallops the horse figurine in the opposite direction, then flips them both in the air.

“I didn’t realize we were kissing that much.” Tia says quietly.

“It’s fine.” He wraps his arms around Tia and yanks her closer. “It’s good for him to be around parents who are open, honest, and able to show love.” His lips find her hairline. “I had that growing up, it helped me.” 

“Yeah.” Tia takes a second, then lets out a peaceful sigh. He is right, of course he’s right. She grew up with secrets and lies, a father who struggled to show emotions, it affected her in more ways than one. “You’re right.”

“I know…speaking of dates, I’m taking you on one tonight. Dress hot.” 

“Are you saying leggings and one of your tees isn’t hot?” she laughs, eyeing down her current ensemble. 

“You’re hot in anything,” Auston tells her. “But I was thinking something tight…or short… short is probably better,” he thinks to himself. “Easier to fuck you in.” 

“Auston,” she playfully scolds him. While it may be good for him to see loving parents, she doesn’t want to have to explain what that means to a four-year-old. “Where are we going, everywhere is closed?” 

“Leave that to me. We’ll go after his bedtime.”

**

Tia spent the entire day thinking about their date. While they spent all their free time together, they only had one actual date since getting back together, all the other nights were spent with her friends, his friends, or Taylour.

While feeding the fabric through the sewing machine she contemplated if she should wear a skirt with the corseted bodysuit, she finished up a few days ago. Unjamming the thread, she started to consider the dress she was currently working on and if she could get it done in time. Packaging up an order from the website, she began to wonder if the leather pants with the crop top that has proven to have very good results was the way to go.

Tia is nervous, but an excited nervous.

Butterflies circle her stomach and every time she thinks about him or what he has planned, she’d feel a warm haze ripple up her spine. While it is technically their second date, and she wasn’t involved in the planning and had no idea what to expect, Tia has big plans for their date and wants…no needs it to be perfect.

When it was finally time for Tia to get ready, she started with makeup, something she hadn’t worn in weeks. It was only supposed to be a light layer, some concealer and mascara, maybe a little lip gloss but by the time she finished she had used almost every product and brush she owned. Her eyes were painted dark with wings at the side, a warm glow reflected off her face from the bronzer and the blush drew out her cheek bones. Once her hair was curled and she was dressed in the outfit Becks helped her pick, she grabbed her black robe and tightened it around her body - they were tucking Taylour into bed, and Tia wanted Auston to wait just a little bit longer.

She found Auston lying on Taylour’s bed with his ankles crossed. He had on a pair of beige shorts and a collared white t-shirt that not only hugged his biceps but perfectly displayed the ink that decorated his arm. Just as she knew what she was doing when painting her lips bright red, he knew what he was doing when pulling that shirt over his torso.

She gulps, then fills the space on the other side of the bed. The two of them read Taylour one story, then another, and eventually he drifted off. Tia kissed his forehead and tucked Geoffery in under the duvet. Auston closed the book and set it back on the bookshelf, then kissed his temple while whispering goodnight.

They barely made it to the hall before Auston had her caged against the wall, his hungry lips pressing into hers.

“Auston.” Tia lets out a strangled breath, then swats at his hand as they try to slide under the robe. “Trevor or Fred might see.”

“Fred is at Danielle’s; Trevor is watching a movie in the basement.” He explains, slotting a knee between her thighs.

“You’re going to smudge my lipstick.” She moans, using the thinnest argument possible.

“Good.” he growls, his voice thick and full of gravel. He grabs at the tightly bound bow and gives it a firm tug. “I want that cherry red all over my body by the end of the night.”

With the robe left in a heap on the floor, Auston steps back to drink her in, and as always, she does not disappoint. Little black dress hardly seems appropriate given just how little this dress is. The cut practically drops to her belly button and the hem is inches above her knees; how the tiny straps are holding up her breasts is beyond him. He utters a curse word at the same moment his dick twitches, then grabs her hand and drags her down the hall toward their room.

“What are you doing?“ She lets out a laugh. She is in no way upset about spending their date in bed, she kind of expected a portion of it to be there, she just assumed there would be some kind of activity prior to the bedroom.

“Roof,” Auston tells her, reaching the bottom of the stairs.

When they get up to the roof, Tia can tell he had been planning this for a bit. In the middle is a small two-person table, something he would have bought specifically for this. It has a cream-coloured tablecloth draped over it, a bottle of wine sitting on ice and a bouquet of white lilies is in the middle. At least thirty candles of varying size line the rooftop, all flickering with the faintest of breeze.

“Wow, it’s so pretty,” Tia says softly, taking in the red and orange sky as the sun slowly drops behind Camelback Mountain. 

“Yeah,” he kisses her temple. “You really are.” 

“Oh my god,” she bursts out laughing and turns to him. “Does that line actually work?” 

“I already have you, so does it really matter?”

Auston barely made it through dinner, he argued for them to have a “late” dinner because he didn’t want to wait any longer, but Tia said Trevor put a lot of work into making them dinner (because she knew there is no world where Auston could have prepared this) and she wanted to enjoy it while still hot. She ate slow, purposely, and painfully slow. She poured them each a second glass of wine and they talked, smiling, and laughing as the sky began to get darker and darker. But the second she set her fork down and wiped the sides of her lips, Auston dragged her to the outdoor couch a few feet away.

“How’d I get so lucky?” Auston murmurs, breathing in the familiar perfume, the scent transporting him into a hazy dream.

Tia rolls her eyes at yet another cheesy line, but that doesn’t stop him. He moves in closer to let their noses touch, followed by their lips. She releases a soft moan that he is quick to swallow. His large hand finds her thigh and  begins to work its way up, the barely there skirt of her dress bunching around his wrist.

“No underwear?”

“Just gets in the way.”

Auston smiles. He couldn’t agree more.

He nudges her legs apart and continues to play with her lower lips, grinning every time she shudders under his touch. The warm glowing candles dance along with the faintest breeze. Her entire body briefly tightens when his fingertips press their way inside, but by the time he is knuckle deep a fire is coursing through her veins. She lets out a sweet little breathy moan, and Auston can’t stop smiling at the disgusting slurp oozing out from between her legs.

“Aus,” she mewls.

“Like that?”

He doesn’t wait for an answer because he doesn’t need one. He knows what she likes. His fingers curl in, hitting her deep and hard, his thumb runs in a perfect oval shape over her pulsing bead. He is thrusting his digits in so hard and so deep that she is tugging forcefully at his hair for stability. His fingers build to a pace that makes everything inside feel as though it is about to burst. His cock is hard, and she can feel it pressing into her hip.

Words die on her lips. Strangled incoherent sounds are all she can manage as the sorcery Auston is doing with his fingers renders her mute. Every stroke, every thrust of his digits and brush of the clit, its precise, perfectly placed and has the pressure inside her core at an all-time high.

Wet begins to drip around his expensive watch. He whispers in her ear works her through it, smirking when her body slumps against his. When he finally pulls his fingers out, he brings them up and taps on her lower lip.

“Open.” He instructs, and of course Tia obliges. Opening, she wraps her lips around them one by one and licks them clean. He brings her in for a searing kiss and groans at the essence on her tongue. Gently, Tia cups him over his shorts and Auston hisses, his cock stirring. She rubs harder, encouraging it to swell, smirking as Auston curses her name.

Tia gives his forehead one final kiss, then drops to her knees. Big brown doe-eyes gaze up at him, full of anticipation, as she reaches for his belt. Tugging it open, Tia drags his shorts and boxer down, until they are bunched at his ankles. Her mouth fills with saliva as he springs free, tip coated in pre-cum.

“T-“

Even though it’s soft and featherlight, Auston loses his train of thought the second she kisses the tip. Almost instinctively, his hands are in her curls pulling them back into a makeshift pony to give himself the best view. Keeping eye contact, she slowly drags her tongue along his throbbing vein before taking him in.

She watches his throat bob, arousal constricting his airway as she swirls her tongue around his shaft. Tia tries to not notice the way his hand tightens when she cups his balls or how he hisses when she takes him to the back of her throat, but it only makes her eager to do it again.

Her head continues to bob up and down. She swears she can hear him whispering her name, but between the grunts mixed with curse words she can’t be sure. Her knees ache from the hard concrete but it pales in comparison to the yank at her scalp as he spills hot, white cum down her throat.

“Shit baby.” Auston laughs.

He helps her to her feet, grinning when she stumbles on her heels. He hikes the skirt of her dress up over her hips then grabs roughly at her ass cheeks, pulling her forward until she is straddling him.

“You like that?” She asks bashfully, pulling her lower lip through her teeth. 

With a surge behind his eyes, Auston uses his thumb to wipe the string of cum from her chin.

“Don’t act so innocent.” He brings her in for a searing kiss as Tia reaches down and grabs at his length, tugging at it, encouraging it to grow. “We both know your not.” Auston tangles his hand in her hair, then groans as she teases the head of his shaft through her swollen pussy lips. “You never have been.” He’s inside her in one swift stroke, stuffing her to the brim for a split second before he’s pulling back out. “We both know you want more,” he accentuates with a deep thrust. “Need more.” He thrusts again, this time earning a faint whimper which only inflates his ego more. “You need my hot cum dripping out of your tight cunt. My hands all over your body, teeth leaving marks your too proud to hide.”

“Shit…I….Fuck.” Tia can barely keep her eyes open; bolts of pleasure eviscerate her nerves.

“Tell me I’m wrong. Tell me you don’t need this.” He chastises thickly.

As the taste of copper floods her mouth, Tia realizes just how hard she’s been biting at her lower lip. She forces her eyes open and runs one hand up and down his jaw, through the scruff he hasn’t bothered to shave. He continues to move inside of her, smirking as the sliver of composure she’d been desperately clinging to all but fades. She doesn’t think she can speak, so she kisses him. For a moment he lets her sloppily lick inside his mouth, lets himself swallow the moans and gasps she is struggling to part with. But after a second, he puts his lips to her ear and whispers, “Tell me I’m wrong, T.”

Legs trembling, she can feel her orgasm beginning to crest. “I can’t,” she admits through a painful whisper.

“Why not?”

She can feel the smugness that rolls off him with every perfectly placed thrust.

“I love you!” Tia blurts out, unable to contain herself anymore. 

Auston stops moving and his eyes shut for a second. When he opens them, Tia swears they are full of disappointment.

“Seriously?”

Tia’s heart drops into the pit of her stomach. She shakes her head, tears welling in her eyes.

So many times over the past few weeks she felt those words on the tip of her tongue, she’d look up to see this desperate look in his eyes, as if he was waiting for her to say it. She thought saying those words would bring a sense of relief, the final piece to their puzzle. She was confident he was going to say it back and now she doesn’t know if she can recover.

“I had plans…my hand around your neck, my other on your ass…you cuming all over my cock, twice, I was going to fuck you into oblivion... I can’t do that ten seconds after you tell me you love me.” It falls silent and she can feel the gears spinning in his brain. “No,” he says, shaking his head. “The first time we say I love you can’t be followed up with me yanking your hair and leaving bite marks on your ass.”

“Technically, you didn’t say it,” she breaks her silence to inform him. Unable to breathe the same air as him she pushes away and tries to climb off, but his grip only tightens.

“Tia.” He gives her a look. “I obviously love you.” He laughs and brushes her sweaty bangs behind her ear. “Just like it it’s been painfully obvious you’ve been wanting to say it for weeks.” Auston kisses her, passionately, barely giving her the opportunity to process it all.

“I have no idea what you’re –“

“I need you?” Auston mocks, giving her an amused look. “You said that within minutes of getting back together, but I knew it meant more. All those stupid looks at breakfast or the way you’d trail off mid-sentence while chewing on the inside of your cheek. I said it first last time, I was trying to give you the opportunity to say it first this time, but you were taking too long, I was going to tell you tonight.” 

“Oh.” Tia cheeks pool with embarrassment.

“I had a plan.” He leans forward and peppers her collarbone with kisses. “Dinner, flowers, sunset, I was going to tell you before sex...” His hands wander around to the zipper and he sloooowly pulls it down, the fabric loosening around her breasts. “Then I saw what you were wearing and well…” Auston grabs at the material bunched around her middle and pulls it up, then tosses it aside. “I decide to wait a little bit longer.” Auston puts his hand at the nape of her neck and pulls her in, placing a soft kiss against her lips. “I was going to lean in and tell you right as I filled your tight little pussy with my cum.”

Her walls pulsate around his throbbing cock, and she shudders at the thought. “Sorry I ruined it.”

Auston thrusts his hips. “I’m not.” He murmurs, smiling widely, he’s been waiting for this for far too long.

With a loud moan – one that makes her hope nobody is on the patio below - her lashes kiss her cheeks. Auston continues to hold her on his cock while moving his hips and nipping along her warm flesh. He pumps in and out, slowly, meticulously, and passionately, ensuring to make it last.

Another wave of heat builds steadily beneath her skin, tingling all the way down to her toes. He leans in, catching her lips in a wet kiss as he presses the base of his palm against her clit. Her body is tingling, electric currents rippling through every extremity, but Auston doesn’t deviate. He knows what comes next.  Following a few slow but deep thrusts against her already frayed nerve, Tia unravels like a spool of thread, and Auston is right there with her, coating the inside of her walls white. 

“I love you T,” Auston says, as she milks him for all he’s worth. 

“I love you too.” 

With the orange sky in the background and a few beads of sweat on her cheeks, Auston doesn’t think there is a way Tia could be more beautiful. He cups her jaw and brings in her in for a kiss. They kiss, and they kiss, and they kiss unable to pull away. Tia’s walls continue to flutter around his softening cock, but they kiss some more until their lips are puffy.

“Aus,” Tia whispers. “Promise that you’ll put your hand around my throat tomorrow.”

“Oh, baby girl,” Auston coos condescendingly. “You’ll be lucky if I wait that long.”

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[misslavenderlady]

Can I request some lost boys headcanons where the reader gets like, crazy turned on by vampire strength? The thought of one of the boys just casually lifting their entire bike, or throwing me onto the bed like I weight nothing? *chef’s kiss*

The Lost Boys x Reader Turned on by Strength Headcanons 💪

Thank you anon for this request! I appreciate your patience and I hope you enjoy this!

If you’re with the boys before you learn their secret, you may find yourself completely baffled as to why they show such impressive strength. You have no idea how they can move things or pick up objects that are hundreds of pounds. When you learn what they are, it all makes perfect sense. 

Now your confusion shifts into arousal at such a sight.

The boys can lift or move up to 5000 pounds. They’ve gotten quite skilled at masking how much they can take. Since they have to pretend to be human, they have to remember to “struggle” with certain objects. They’re usually good about this but can sometimes slip up. That’s how you noticed it in the first place.

You stand back and admire what they can do at first. You loved to watch Dwayne deadlift a whole car to toss in a landfill to destroy evidence of a hunt. A sense of awe overwhelms you as Marko casually bends a metal beam to fix how crooked it looks. 

They’re so nonchalant about their power, yet you’re completely mystified.

It makes you start acting a little boldly. It starts off fairly simple. You ask them to help you move boxes or rearrange the furniture. The boys adore you, so they’re more than happy to help.

Then you start to see what they can do with you. Perhaps you fake a cramp in your leg and sweetly ask if one of them can carry you. Paul gives you a goofy smile before scooping you up in his arms like a groom with his bride on their honeymoon. 

Just that little taste has you hooked. The more they show off, the more turned on you are by it. Even if you think you’re being coy about it, they definitely notice how you’re reacting to it.

So they start to get quite flirty. Dwayne strips off his jacket before lifting up their bikes to take into his makeshift shop to repair. Marko grunts and moans loudly as he pushes around heavy rocks in the cave. Paul pretends to work up a sweat and moans about how hot he feels after working so hard. Anything to get you feeling hot and bothered.

David is the smuggest of them all, of course. He flashes that devilish smirk before picking you up whenever he pleases. He adores the shriek you let out when you’re suddenly hoisted up into his arms. He’ll even remind you how small and fragile you feel to him.

“Awww you’re so cute. It’s like I’m holding a kitten~”

And you better believe they’re going to show off that strength in the bedroom. They’ll throw you over their shoulders and happily carry you whenever you want to get frisky. Your heart flutters when they pick you up and throw you on the bed like a ragdoll.

They’re massive show-offs when it comes to crazy positions for sex. They’ll pick you up and fuck you against the wall, flip you upside down, or just go at it for hours just because they can.

And they’ll definitely remind you how much stronger they are. How they can pick you up and do as they wish because they’re big, bad vampires. That really gets you going. 

You find yourself stroking their egos more. You squeeze their arms more, admire their chests, and talk them up with flirtatious compliments.

“Oooh my! Have you been working out~?”

The more you feed into their confidence, the more they’ll show off for you. All of you benefit from their strength. It’s all so much fun.

[submissivekillers]

watch this: *stims* the lost boys: ...*stims*

the stimming never stops 💪

anon you are so correct and wise. i don't think this was a request but it made me think deeply abt how they would all stim so here have some headcanons. are most of these stims that i personally do? yes <3 also tw for scratching in point two of david's section - also based off a personal stim, but i know it can be considered a kind of sh so don't want to make folks uncomfortable

Marko picks out the patches for his jacket not just for the aesthetic, but for their texture. He likes raised embroidery that he can run his nails over, but he's got everything from velvet to sailcloth on there in some form or another. Also likes to pluck at loose threads, which is why his sleeves are always fraying at the edges

He twirls his hair around his fingers, especially when he's deep in thought. Doesn't like when anyone calls attention to it - he was teased for having "girly" habits when he was a kid, and it still gets his hackles up

Lowkey feel like he's the one most likely to be into stimboards in the modern day

Dwayne is also very tactile, but tends to orient more around his jewelry than clothes. The charms on his necklaces are all hard materials like metals and bone, and in addition to just fiddling with them he'll tap them with his nails - the clicking sound is soothing to him. Also twists his earring a lot, and if you got him a spinner ring he'd fall in love with you (I mean he probably did already, but y'know)

When he's alone on the boardwalk, he'll repeatedly clench and relax his fists. If he gets irritated or overwhelmed, he'll dig his nails in the meat of his palm, often leaving deep indents

Would probably benefit from a weighted blanket. Makes do by always being at the bottom of the pile when you and the boys are cuddling

Paul has a lot of noise stims! He's always got music stuck in his head, so he'll hum, whistle, or outright sing whatever strikes him - and because he spends so much time at the boardwalk, sometimes you wake up at night to the carousel music being whistled outside your window. He also snaps his fingers a lot, especially if he's trying to remember something

So Much Energy! All The Time! All the boys can get pretty keyed up, but Paul in particular is bouncing off the walls - sometime's literally. If he's sitting down, he'll jiggle his leg or rock back and forth. if he's on his feet, he'll pace or jump up on elevated surfaces to test his balance. man's always on the move

David heavily values being the Calm and Collected Leader, so he's repressed a lot of his natural habits. The one that stuck the most? Popping his joints. His neck in particular, but he also cracks his knuckles so often that they feel stiff if he goes awhile without doing so. If you dislike the sound it makes, he'll lean in nice and close before he cracks his neck. Sit on him

He does strike me as the type to scratch or pick his skin when he needs grounding, at least when he was younger/less experienced. It's rare he does so now, and with a vampire's healing factor it's not a big deal, but he used to tear up the backs of his hands pretty bad - the constant leather gloves are a remnant of his efforts to shake the habit

Also I feel like when he was human he probably had some fussy behavior around food

[princesssarisa]

Yesterday I saw Il Barbiere di Siviglia at Opera San José. It was a very fun performance, and excellently performed. Here are the details that stood out.

*The production was colorful and basically traditional, but quirky in some ways, which is exactly how I like to see this opera staged. The director was Stephen Lawless, who staged the 2000 Met Don Giovanni (Terfel, Furlanetto, Fleming, et al), so I could predict that it would be lively and clever, if slightly gimmicky at times, which it was.

*The outer walls of the buildings moved back and fourth to take us from the street to Bartolo's house and back. Sometimes, as a gag, the characters would seem aware of the walls' movements, or they would push them back themselves. The Act I finale had the walls literally closing in around the protagonists to reflect the feelings of overwhelm they sang about.

*I was glad to see that the Count was played not as just a stock young lover, but as an obviously silly, melodramatic boy, at least as much in love with his own persona of "gallant lover" as he was with Rosina. Not only did this save him from being bland compared to the other leads, but it was easier to believe that he would eventually become the Marriage of Figaro Count.

*I'm glad to inform @leporellian that Fiorello had a nice prominent role. He stood out visually in a maroon top hat and cloak, with a mustache and glasses, and he stood out as a comic presence, nervously creeping around the buildings and trying to keep the musicians quiet, then passionately conducting "Ecco, ridente" and getting annoyed when the Count embellished the score. He also stayed onstage longer than usual and was actually present through most of the Count and Figaro's conversation. He and Figaro even got into a little fight over the Count at one point, each pulling him in a different direction to hide from Bartolo. And while his final recitative was cut, he still got emphasis at the end of Scene I as the Count delivered his outpouring of romantic excitement to him, while he was forced to listen in helpless annoyance.

*Berta had a nice prominent role too. This production cut the role of Ambrogio, so she was Bartolo's only servant, and obviously a caregiver and confidante to him, but an unappreciated, exhausted one who wasn't treated very well by anyone. She was funny, but it was easy to feel sorry for her too, and her feelings for Bartolo were established in the first scene, as she eavesdropped on his scheming to marry Rosina and then sobbed as soon as he left.

*When the characters sang asides, they often sang them to other characters instead of to themselves. As mentioned above, at the end of the fist scene, the Count sang his rhapsodies of love to Fiorello, while Figaro sang his own rhapsodies about money to his shop customers as he styled their hair. Later, in the "Pace e gioia" duet, the Count sang his asides to Figaro, who was secretly waiting outside the door, and Bartolo sang his to Berta.

*The production included four silent recurring characters: four flamenco-dancing ladies in orange dresses, who served as assistants to Figaro, rallied around Berta to comfort her at the end of her aria, and generally added liveliness and Spanish local color.

*Don Basilio made a silent entrance in Act I, disguised as a blind beggar in tinted glasses and with a white cane and an alms cup. After a passer-by gave him a coin, he privately stood up straight, looked at the coin, and put it in his pocket. This is the second Barber I've seen that had Basilio pretend to be disabled – in a production I saw in Saint Paul years ago, he walked with a cane in Act I and a walker in Act II, neither of which he actually needed.

*Bartolo kept a silver decanter of wine and several glasses on his desk, and various characters helped themselves to it throughout. The Count gulped plenty of that wine as part of his "drunk soldier" masquerade, eventually making him genuinely tipsy, which probably explained why he got too into the role and attacked Bartolo. Berta also drank throughout her aria. When Figaro, the Count, and Rosina were finally preparing to run away, Figaro stole the decanter and cups to take with them.

*There was a bit of a recurring theme of comic gunplay. When the police arrived in the Act I finale, they held everyone at musket-point, and the ever-feisty Rosina grabbed one man's musket and tried to wrest it away from him, but in doing so, she accidentally fired it. One of the flamenco ladies, who was watching from a window overhead, collapsed, and for a few moments everyone stared at her in horror, thinking she was shot. But it turned out she had only been scared and fainted. Later, in Act II, Bartolo threatened the Count and Figaro with a pistol, and actually fired it at Figaro – fortunately it turned out not to be loaded. It was this same pistol that the Count later used to threaten Basilio.

*During the "Buona sera" quintet, everyone slipped bribes to Basilio to leave, not just the Count, with Rosina even giving him her earrings. But Figaro finally had to chase him away by spraying him with a crude insecticide sprayer.

*During the "Temporale," Rosina cried herself to sleep on the harpsichord bench and dreamed of "Lindoro" and Figaro drinking together and laughing at her.

*During the "Zitti zitti" trio, the in-universe reason why they didn't hurry down the ladder when they should have was that Rosina kept bringing out suitcases and other belongings she wanted to take with her, even a pet canary in a cage.

*During the finale, Berta finally got a reward for all her troubles: Figaro and the fandango ladies took her behind a screen and gave her a makeover, replacing her dowdy clothes with a bright yellow flamenco dress and styling her hair into flowing curls. So in the end she danced happily and confidently (though still a little clumsily), and finally flirted openly with Bartolo. Unexpectedly yet pleasantly, Fiorello also showed up at the end to join in the final chorus of well-wishes to the lovers.

I'm so glad I went. :)

@leporellian, @tuttocenere, @supercantaloupe

[momentsbeforemass]

Alone

(for someone who needs to hear this again)

It’s bad. And it’s only going to get worse.

Sometimes, that’s how life can feel for us. Whether the roof’s actually caving in on us, or we’re just getting beat down by the petty setbacks of life. Whether it’s the one big thing, or thousands of little things that keep piling up, really doesn’t matter much.

Because when life feels like that – no matter how we got there – it’s easy to get tunnel vision, to get stuck. To feel like we’re all alone.

And either end up in despair. Because it’s just too much for us to handle.

Or feel like we have to do it all ourselves. And finding out the hard way that we literally can’t.

Either way, we end up in the same place. Feeling worried. Overwhelmed. Burned out. Alone.

All because we’re making it harder on ourselves than it has to be. By trying to do something that we were never meant to do. By trying to do it on our own.

So what’s the alternative? What were we meant to do?

It’s simple. So simple that it’s easy to miss. In the middle of all of the setbacks and just busyness of life.

Even in today’s Gospel. It’s easy to miss. In the middle of all of the bad things that Jesus talks about.

You and I were never meant to go through life feeling abandoned and stuck.

You and I were never meant to do it alone.

But sometimes, that is what it feels like. Like we are one our own.

Actually, that feeling that we are alone? That’s the great lie that being overwhelmed tells us.

But no matter how loud that lie is. No matter how strong that feeling is. No matter what it feels like. It cannot change the simple reality that God will never abandon you.

Even when you can’t feel it, God is still there.

In the words of Pope St. John Paul II, “Remember that you are never alone. Christ is with you on your journey every day of your life!

He has called you and chosen you to live in the freedom of the children of God.

Turn to Him in prayer and in love. Ask Him to grant you the courage and strength to live in this freedom always.”

Today’s Readings

[carneflower13]

perceives those character questions... how about ur man seymour anddd.. homura. variety. you don't gotta do both if you don't want

SEYMOUR!!! I LOVE HIM SO MUCH <3

favorite thing about them: Oh god do I have to pick just one thing?? I love his hair, I love his glasses, I love his clothes, I love his voice....I love how sweet he is to Audrey and to his plants <3 I also love how he was immediately convinced to kill orin when he saw him hurting audrey like YESSSSS KING!!! THE GUY SURE LOOKS LIKE PLANT FOOD TO ME!! He is also so SO sopping wet and pathetic and that only makes me love him even more.

least favorite thing about them: NOOOOOO I CAN'T SAY ANYTHING I DISLIKE ABOUT HIM I LOVE HIM TOO MUUUUUCH

favorite line: "Hi, Audrey! You look radiant today~ <3" OR "Twoey, that's disgusting." OR "You watch your language!"

brOTP: i guess him and twoey but only in AUs where twoey is actually nice and isn't trying to eat the world. I would like for him to have more actual people to be friends with!!

OTP: Him and Audrey, obviously. Literally they made me believe love is real <3

nOTP: Seymour/Twoey or Seymour/Orin. He does not deserve that kind of suffering.

random headcanon: He has autism (just like me!) and his special interest is plants/botany, specifically weird and exotic plants (His monologue in "da-doo" could be interpreted as him infodumping). Also, he's prone to sensory overloads bc he gets overwhelmed easily ;w;

unpopular opinion: hmmmm. idk. i think some people give him too much credit for his actions. some people like to act like he was some secretly fucked up mastermind from the beginning but he's literally Just Some Guy who was talked into killing people by a giant plant bc his life sucked and as far as he knew, he didn't have any other chance to make things better. he was living in poverty and stuck in a dead-end job. he was desperate. did he make mistakes? yeah of course he did. but like. idk. i feel like everything was more twoey's fault than seymour's.

song i associate with them: "Put Your Head on My Shoulder" by Paul Anka. Its from around the same era the movie takes place in and I can picture him singing it for whatever reason.

favorite picture of them: LISTEN i have a whole folder of pictures of this man its impossible for me to pick just one BUT:

this recent addition to my collection is pretty cute <3 he looks soft i just wanna kiss his cheeks and give him a big ol hug

aaaaaand now homura

favorite thing about them: SHE IS LITERALLY SO COOL. I like that she seems cold and distant but is actually feeling SO MUCH beneath the surface. I also like when she uses her guns or her time-shield thingy. OH and the sassy little hair-flips she does sometimes!!! ALSO she kicks kyubbey's ass all the time it's great. I also have a weakness for characters who have distinct "before" and "after" personalities (Homura's being her shy pre-magical girl/time loop self and her serious self that we see for most of the series)

least favorite thing about them: Her whole deal at the end of Rebellion is kind of weird I'm not entirely sure how I feel about it (I think the main series ended on a well-enough note) but her demon design is still pretty cool. Also she kind of gets into Madoka's business a lot like showing up at her window in the middle of the night?? It's funny but also girl what the hell are you doing?

favorite line: Uhhh I don't remember any of her actual quotes from the series so here's one from the legendary video Meduka Meguca: "MEDUKA DON'T GOOOOOOOOO"

brOTP: I feel like if her and Mami had a better, less antagonistic relationship they could be good friends.

OTP: Her and Madoka of course! <3

nOTP: I have no idea.

random headcanon: She is autistic and also a lesbian to me <3

unpopular opinion: ummmmm i don't know lol i don't really interact with the pmmm fandom much

song i associate with them: "In the End" by Linkin Park. I'm pretty sure I saw an AMV with her set to that song way back. Plus, the lyrics fit her situation pretty well

favorite picture of them: This one speaks to me

[withallthingslove]

The Phantom of the Opera Broadway Thoughts/Review — Dec. 7, 2022

After 8 years away (my last Phantom was Norm Lewis), I went back to see it on Broadway.

Going in, I was really apprehensive about seeing Ben Crawford’s Phantom because I had heard so many mixed things about him. Everyone either thought he was the best or had multiple criticisms and there was no in between, and tbh in bootlegs I wasn’t wild about his voice. As a Hugh Panaro Stan, I had seen a lot of fans who prefer Hugh-esque Phantoms not enjoying Ben’s as much. So I was nervous but curious about what I would think

The audience on Dec. 7 was clearly primarily made up of fans. The energy was INSANE. I honestly can’t describe it. Everyone was thrilled to be there 

I was fully chocking back a sob during the overture because it was so overwhelming

As soon as Emilie smiled while performing “Think of Me” I almost started sobbing again lol

Emilie’s Christine is so so so good. Her vibrato is beautiful, her enunciation is super clear. And I think acting wise she is probably one of the strongest I’ve seen. There’s just something about how everything she does is so purposeful and you can see and understand why her Christine is choosing to do something.

I think Ben has somehow become my second favorite Phantom?? The small things I didn’t like are just me nitpicking, like some of the pronunciation and some physicality choices. But I really loved his voice, and his interpretation fits with the energy of the cast. He’s also the only Phantom I think that would successfully seduce me

As for Paul A. Schaefer as Raoul... . He does the bare minimum of what is required of Raoul, and is much stronger in the first act or when he’s acting alongside Emilie. His voice is good. But something about his stage presence is just like “go girl give us nothing,” especially during the Notes scenes. I think he was best during “Think of Me,” “Little Lotte,” and “All I Ask of You.” During Notes II he looked like he didn’t want to be there or deliver his threat to the Phantom. 

Ben, Emilie, and Paul as a trio is really interesting. It’s as if the Phantom’s insanity is what pushes Christine to Raoul. Like she was happy to see Raoul at first, there was some ~ romantic tension~ but as soon as the Phantom appeared she forgot about Raoul. Then once she was scared of the Phantom, she defaulted to Raoul, and her fear is what kept pushing her toward Raoul throughout the show because she wanted comfort and to feel safe, not because she was head over heels in love. Which is why the Phantom had a stronger hold on her chemistry-wise than some other Christine’s who want nothing to do with the Phantom. Instead of the Phantom disrupting Christine and Raoul’s relationship, him disrupting Christine is what brings Raoul in. If that makes sense.

It’s the best supporting cast/company/ensemble I’d seen in a long time. The epitome of “acting is reacting.” Everyone (aside from Paul I’m sorry) brought something different, had high energy, and were acting in a way that fit seamlessly with those on stage with them. The best way I can put it is I think sometimes in past casts, people had their interpretation and stuck to it no matter who they were playing alongside, while this felt like you were watching something unique and a one-of-a-kind rendition that might be different the next night. 

Aside from Ben and Emilie, the two other strongest cast members were Nehal Joshi as Andre and Raquel Suarez Groen as Carlotta

The sound quality is sooooo much better than when I was last there in 2014, which I think is partially why the overture was overwhelming in the best way. Everything was clear and impactful.

As soon as I heard Ben’s voice over the speakers during “Angel of Music” I fell in love ajksjk bootlegs really don’t do it justice.

The orchestra and music sounded amazing during the title song. And I actually liked the change at the beginning with Raoul and the ballerinas instead of the body doubles

Ben definitely has some pronunciations that take getting used to, but it sounds like Emilie’s Christine mimics that pronunciation a bit for continuity

I am not an E/C shipper but I was rooting for them to kiss during MOTN their chemistry was that good, especially when Ben sings “touch me, trust me” like *feral screech*

Ben’s crawl across the floor during “Stranger Than You Dreamt It” was more toned down than I had seen it bootlegs, which made it more emotional instead of funny. Emilie handing back the mask I think was one of the strongest acting moments of the show you could feel the tension between them 

“All I Ask of You” was very cute, and Emilie and Paul’s kisses were more realistic and less theatrical if that makes sense which I appreciated. They were believable as a couple

Ben and Emilie’s chemistry was so apparent during PONR and they both vocally sounded so good. I still prefer the original blocking, but the new blocking worked well enough 

During the final lair, it didn’t feel high stakes because of Christine or Raoul being in danger, but more so high stakes in that you didn’t know what Christine was going to do? One of those cases where the lines she delivers pick Raoul, but her chemistry and body language is saying other wise. When giving back the ring Emilie definitely lingered long enough that you question if she’s having ~feelings~ instead of just feeling bad. I also typically assume the Phantom dies like a week later, but I don’t get that vibe from Ben’s Phantom and could see him still waiting around for her idk.

Normally I’m like “girlie get out of there” during final lair. But even though I am a LND HATER, this is the trio where I wouldn’t mind Christine ditching Raoul and going back to fuck the Phantom  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I went back up to see Phantom one last time to appreciate all the set pieces and orchestra that will be butchered when Cameron Macintosh brings on whatever he has planned. So I really tried to soak everything in as far as the feeling of seeing it live and remembering how things were. But the cast was so good and the energy of the audience was so great to be a part of I think I’m going to try and swing another trip in 2023 just to have one final phantom experience.

[ujuro]

Anyway here are some albums I’ve listened to recently that I liked:

Ami Suzuki-supreme show: it’s 2008 nakata so of course it’s good lol. However I get why it wasn’t a bigger hit since his best work with perfume also came out around that time but as a sidequest in the nakata world it’s worth hearing

Ashrae fox-static crash: obscure synth/dream pop from the early 2000s. good stuff

Balthazar-applause: almost painfully 2010 European indie pop but against my better judgement I think it kinda rules lol. You win this round Belgium

The brilliant green-Los Angeles: tomoko kawase/tommyheavenly6/tommyfebruary6’s first band. Just really solid rock

Bruno pernadas- private reasons: a bit too long for my taste but I like it way more than the other album from him I’ve heard. Chill psych pop. You win this round Portugal.

The mixed version of the score to the mvoie challengers: you can’t combine nine inch nails and annoying dance music and expect me to be normal about it COME ON

Rubyred-business causal: underground cloud rap tape that is just really enjoyable

The manic street preachers-the holy bible: one of the angriest and most miserable albums I’ve ever heard, to the point where it’s overwhelming and sometimes misguided. It’s also pretty much perfect.

Divine styler-spiral walls containing albums of light: a dude in the 90s got on a major label and put out a rap album so out there it bombed commercially and he faded into obscurity so of course I love it lol. Super ahead of its time though, particularly in how it incorporates rock

The Beatles-revolver: I was really into this one and was wondering if I was going to have to rewrite myself as a Beatles stan but then I listened to abbey road and didn’t like it that much so I guess we’re even now Paul. Yeah this album rules though

Dj anderson do paraíso-queridão: will probably be incredibly jarring if you’ve never heard any Brazilian funk but if you have then this is great cause it’s the most sinister version of it I’ve heard so far. Like the album cover suggests, prime music for hanging around buildings in the dark and lookin like a gargoyle

Container-yacker: straight banger industrial techno for 30 min babyyyy

Anyway sometimes I post about random music I like even if most people do not like the same music and do not care that is all BYE

[florenciiee]

A while ago I wrote a Kline x Paul fic, kind of like a projection fic cause I love Kline and he's me fr..

And I partially wrote it for my gf ☺️

Set my Heart Aflame

And as I stand there, watching the building go aflame, the smoke filling my lungs, with an emptiness I'd grown used to overwhelming my right side, I ponder. I ponder and I stare at the fire, painting me in warm hues over my cold skin. I look to my right, back at the building.

Still pretending to be human, are we?

I bite my lip, struggling to pull away from the sight, from the havoc. I let my thoughts wander too far.

I let my thoughts wander to the the way his hands lazily dragged themselves down my chest that one morning, urging me to at least wake up. A warm kiss pressed to my temple, and his fingers strumming through my hair no matter how knotted or greasy it had gotten.

I'd turn my head to the side, the soft rustle of the pillow behind me reminding me where I am. He'd smile.

He smiled so much at me.

He'd outline the arch of my nose with his finger, twirl my hair, squish his face against my stubble and giggle at the itch.

I'd laugh along with him. Sometimes he'd rest his head against my chest. He'd sigh dreamily, running his finger against my collarbone as he told me I was beautiful.

Beautiful, I'd think.

I'd think he was lying.

As I watched the flames, I thought about him calling me beautiful again. I thought about his smile, his smell. The way his nose crinkles when he laughed to hard, the way his eyes watered and how his laughs would get silenced because he'd run out of air to produce sound when I'd make one of my stupid, corny jokes.

I thought of the way I touched his blonde locks when I brushed his hair from his face while he ate, because he struggled to move ut with his own stump.

I found myself thinking, was it really because of that? Or did you just want an excuse to touch his hair?

To touch him?

I found excuses to touch him, even it was a nanosecond glide of skin. He never needed an excuse to touch me. He never needed a reason to touch me.

He touched me because he wanted to.

He touched me because he liked the way my skin felt against his. He trailed his finger on my nose because he liked its shape, kissed me because he liked the way my lips felt. He liked the contrast of my cold skin against his warmth. I found blankets almost useless when he was around.

I found everything useless when he was around.

Here I was again, imagining him near me, watching him. Watching the light from the fire reflect against his blonde hair, fair skin. Imagining his eyes shining in the surrounding flames before we'd both burst into fits if coughing that'd interrupt our moment. And after what felt like forever,

I turned around.

I walked away from a part of myself that I'd never wish to experience. A part of myself, both mentally and physically, I could never get back. A part of my heart, a part of my soul, I could never get back. Because I'd refuse to come near it again.

I hope he'll one day look for me.

And if he doesn't, I hope he makes it out- and I hope he's happy. No amputation, no witnessing of the horrid sights in those long couple months could ever make me feel the way that walking out did. That escaping did. Only because the one thing that made life worth living, if for a month or less, disappeared along the way.

[sagekjs21]

I feel like this too sometimes for sure. Like the layers are just going to keep peeling back to reveal more and more and more. And it is completely exhausting, and sometimes feels like just a heavy crushing weight that will never ever lift.

I've come to realize two things about that. First, in general that's pretty correct. We will keep finding more and more layers of mental stuff, emotional stuff, and sin stuff because we are Christian. God is always going to be peeling back layers in us so that we can keep improving and becoming more like Jesus.

Second though, and a lot more importantly, it doesn't matter overall. No matter how many layers we have left, no matter how much trauma there is still to deal with, no matter the scope of our overwhelming emotions, God still loves us. He's not going anywhere. Even if the entire world gives up on us, He never will. And He never has, not for one single second. He will get us through all of it, every single little bit, whether we're crawling centimeter by centimeter or jumping chasms, He will be right there with us. We don't need to be perfect for Him ever. We can't be, and He doesn't expect that of us. We just need to try. And He knows our hearts; if He sees us trying that is really all that He desires. No matter what the pain is, no matter what its caused is, no matter how it is manifesting now, God is not going anywhere. We will never be too tainted for him or too broken or too damaged.

Actually, the broken and damaged are precisely the people he uses the most. Look at: David, Moses, Aaron, Gideon, Elijah, Peter, Matthew, Jacob, Joseph from Genesis, Sarah, Abraham, Rebekah, Isaac, Leah, Miriam, and many many more.

Most importantly, look at Paul, possibly the most formerly tainted Christian to ever exist. And he wrote at least 13 books of the Bible, and possibly Hebrews as well. Think about it. He advocated for the murder of Christians, tons of them according to his own words. Yet the very man whose words brought so much death, condemnation, and devastation, is also a man whose words are now immortalized forever in God's Beautiful Book. So does this mean that all of the pain over the mental and emotional things will go away? Not necessarily. We are all given certain thorns in our flesh that we are to bear. But there is proof right there in the Bible that God makes them bearable. They become bearable through the strength and grace given to us through Jesus.

When I say that I have felt this way too sometimes, I legitimately mean that. It is hard, it is horrible, it is painful, and it often times feels like you are dying inside a very slow and painful death, but it is something that we are able to overcome through Jesus. He never promised Christians a painless or easy life, quite the contrary. But he promised that it would be worth it. I am 36 years old and I have had more painful experiences than most people on the face of the planet, and this is not an exaggeration. I am in the process of writing my testimony, and I will be posting a link for it to my Tumblr blog soon. But my point is, in spite of everything I have been through, and in spite of more pain that I'm sure will come in life both due to past and future events, it is still absolutely, completely, 100% worth it. Why? There are many reasons, but the main reason for me is that my pain can be used to help others. I can help fellow Christian who are struggling, but really more importantly I can use my testimony to help show people the miracles that God has done in my life. God has called me to a life of evangelism, and without my testimony it would not be nearly as impactful.

Praying for you, my sister in Christ.

I just keep discovering more and more ways I’m mentally and psychologically broken. It’s an onion. It’s overwhelming me. I’ve been in therapy for like 8 years and I feel like I haven’t even scratched the surface of everything psychologically wrong with me

[aesopsharpmybeloved]

Headcanons

List of headcanons I have for Father Paul Hill and being in a relationship with him. Some of these are discarded stories, oops. If anything doesn't make sense and/or the grammar's wonky, I'm sorry, I started writing it last night after I came home from a friend's house, where I was served, uh, spicy beverages.

gif by @hamish-linklater-btc​

Headcanons

✞  Paul is touch starved - while his parents loved him deeply, they never really showed it through hugs or other physical affection other than an embrace on his birthday or when he came home after being gone for some time. Therefore physical contact really gets to him. His friends in seminary used to tease him about it a little every time he got overwhelmed just because they all hugged him shortly each time they saw each other. Always in a good fun though.

His mood though still improves considerably every time someone touches him in a fond kind of manner. Wade's soft slap upon his shoulder, Annie petting his arm in a motherly kind of way, Ed's firm handshake every time they meet and Riley sometimes nudging him with his elbow - it all just brings a wide smile to his face, because he feels loved and accepted.

Most of all though, it's the touches he receives from you - when you put your warm hands on his cheeks to get him to look up at you after he's had a bad day, when you card your fingers through his hair to calm him down, when you hold his hand enthusiastically to lead him somewhere, or nearly shyly, when it's you who requires his comfort. And then later, when you touch him everywhere you can, depending on the situation and company you're in. The comfort of your arms when you hold him close, his head upon your chest, stomach or lap, is overwhelming, even after weeks or months. The first time you held his head close to your own heart, enfolding him in your heavenly presence just to comfort him nearly brought tears to his eyes and he still feels so utterly at peace when you hold him like that.

✞ He's not a total newbie when it comes to cooking. Mind you, he's not winning some telly competition anytime soon, but he can cook some basic meals and is brilliant at following orders. His pancakes and his sandwiches are absolutely to die for.

He likes cooking with you, as it always means flirty banter and a lot of teasing. He gets very playful and as much as you try to chase him off with a spatula because you 'really need to stir the bechamel sauce' , he still always comes back to tease you again. One time you actually managed to nearly ruin a very simple meal and, while still good, you knew you could have done better. "I hope you're happy," you said to him, no hard feelings in your tone. He had the audacity to wink at you, grin and shovel a very big bite into his mouth. "Worth it," he said.

✞ Father Paul could get very mischievous and cheeky, and that was always a lot of fun, but he got very shy too. Everything sexual was a big unknown to him, so you had to guide him quite a bit at first. He had a very healthy appetite, good stamina and was a quick learner but even after a few weeks of the two of you regularly engaging in sexual acts, he still didn't quite know how to go about it when he got in the mood. And did he get in the mood. It really was a little awkward at first, especially when he'd grind his hips into your own and then just sort of stand there with red cheeks and his eyes turned down, as if waiting for his verdict. But then, gradually, it got better.

After some time, he'd get way more daring, making his intention known through sweet talk right against your ear, and really, how could you ever say no? Because once the two of you set your boundaries for things you are willing to try and things you absolutely wouldn't, he was getting better and better each time in bringing you pleasure and making you feel adored. Worshipped even. One does not simply pass up on that.

✞ Ever since he came to Crockett Island, Paul acquired many friends, among his parishioners and outside of them. He's able to share a part of himself with everyone on the island, but it's only you with whom he shares his complete self. Little by little, he'd uncover his life story to you and you'd do the same, keeping no secrets. You'd tell him about your previous boyfriends and why you were no longer with them. And while he was utterly without bodily experience before you came into his life, he never once judged you. The only thing he, selfishly, wished for was that he was your last lover. The final one. That despite all of the circumstances going against you two, you'd be able to spend your lives together. He'd never openly say so, though.

✞ Paul's scalp is sensitive. You'd find out accidentally. Carding your fingers through his soft hair was nothing new to you, but one time you accidentally tugged, as you were in heaps of pleasure. You wouldn't ever forget that; the way his head fell back, even though you only pulled at his hair a little bit. His high pitched moan was forever written in your memory.

✞ Paul adores your voice. It can make him feel all sorts of emotions. When you know he needs comfort and gentleness above everything else, you read to him. Anything really. Be it Lord of the Rings, The Princess Bride or even The Bible itself, as long as you read it to him gently and quietly, he will fall into restful sleep. When a song you know and like starts playing on the radio (or record player), you sing. And he wants to dance. And he sings too. He doesn't really dance that well, and sometimes his tones are vastly different from the music, but you still love to hear him sing and dance with him. And he utterly adores hearing you sing - even if your tones are sometimes even more different than his own. And when you talk about your interests and your knowledge on them, he just listens, awed with the entirety of you. His idea of heaven now is with his head in your lap, your fingers combing through his hair, while you talk to him softly, burning love accompanying your every word.

✞ He’s got a bit of a problem with the secrecy of your relationship. While he's perfectly aware that he's risking his entire career by being 'too close' to you, he simply cannot help himself. During the summer and, more importantly, the "Great Crockpot Barbecue Party" he was absolutely seen holding your hand more often than not. He wouldn't openly tell anyone, but sometimes he simply cannot pretend you're just one of his parishioners.

However, later in the evening, when everyone's had a few drinks and they're no longer "reliable witnesses", he'd dance with you. In front of everyone still there. Then he's able to whisper into your ear and kiss you soundly without anyone else left really noticing him doing so. You'd always remember your first slow dance; Nothing's Gonna Hurt You Baby, by Cigarettes After Sex

Back then, the two of you were attending Erin's party, only a few short weeks before she was to give birth to her daughter. The window was open and you could hear her conversation with Riley Flynn.

"So you found them? What are they doing?... Wait, I don't actually wanna know."

"They're just slow dancing," Erin replied. "Kissing a little bit maybe…. They're doing out there what everyone else does here." If Erin said anything else after that was unknown to you, as you were way too preoccupied by engaging the priest's tongue in a battle for dominance outside.

✞ He's got a taste for hot cider on cold, stormy nights. Combine that, lots and lots of candles and a good book and you've got a happy priest. Best enjoyed in a pillow fort you built in your living room, just for the fun of it.

✞ Paul has the opposite of a green thumb. He cannot keep a plant alive, not even the 'unkillable' plants. He'd either water it too little, or too much, or he'd forget about it and then attempt to fix the damage by pouring an entire pitcher of water into the pot. Everytime he actually bought a house plant with the intention to 'do it right this time', he ended up bitterly throwing the yellowed remains with rotten roots into the trash.

✞ He's not that much of a morning person. Of course, his day starts early as he's got mass to serve, but on the rare occasions he's got a free day there's no getting him out of bed before 11. And now that he's got a deliciously warm soft body next to him in bed, it's even harder to leave.

✞ The priest is ticklish, particularly on his sides and feet. You noticed once that he shied away from you when you stroked down the sides of his torso with just your fingers. When you asked him if he was ticklish, and he (naively) not only said that he was and even told you where, you gained a new hobby - tickling the poor man until he was tearing up from laughter. The best things in life really are free.

Hi, i hope that wasn’t too terrible. If you wanna, you can check this thing and the entire series out on AO3 I live and breathe and write for reviews <333

[night-eagle-flight]

Connor Kenway x Reader

Random short one-shot. Hope you enjoy!

“Where’s Y/N?” Connor asked after he looked around.

“I saw her dozing off on a chair just a minute ago.” Myriam said with a smile.

Connor thanked Myriam and began to look for you and after a minute he found you curled up on 2 chairs in a corner. He smiled and walked over to pick you up.

“You two leaving already?!” Yelled Norris.

“Yes. Y/N fell asleep and if she stays she’ll end up feeling achy tomorrow.”

“Bye Connor!” Yelled everyone as he walked towards the door.

Connor nodded and walked off to the homestead. When he was far enough he spoke, “We are clear.”

You opened your eyes, “Thank goodness. That chair was starting to hurt my shoulder.”

Connor laughed, “Why did you want to leave the party early?” 

“I uh.... I’m not very good at social events. I mean... I care about everyone but sometimes I get a bit overwhelmed.” 

“Hmmm...” Connor was pensive for a second, “It is still a bit early to go to bed. Would you like to do something with me?”

“Like what?” you asked.

“You will see.” 

Connor sat you down on a log behind the homestead and disappeared inside. After a while you were about to go in when you saw him coming out with a pair of steaming cups and a blanket. 

“You like hot chocolate and I know you like to be in a quiet space.”

You smiled, “Connor!” You gushed, “You know me too well!”

Connor handed you the mug, sat next to you and covered you both in the blanket.

“Would you like to hear a story?”

You nodded and so Connor began to tell you the story of how he managed to not punch Paul Revere. 

“He didn’t even help you bring in the boat and he has the audacity to tell you to hurry up!?” You were mad.

“Well, he did fall off the horse and into the mud at one point.” Connor replied.

“How?” You asked.

“The horse “accidentally” got spooked and stood on its hind legs.”

You started laughing and Connor started laughing with you.

“I love you Connor.” You said out of the blue.

“I love you too Y/N.” Connor said as he leaned down to kiss you. 

He always liked it when you drank hot chocolate because the kisses always became that much sweeter. But he kept that little secret to himself.

[justjensenanddean]

Jensen Ackles | JIBCon, Solo Panel, (Rome, Italy, August 28 2022)

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Jensen panel. Will he do any more theatre? No, that was a huge mistake. A musical? “A musical??? ” (x)

Would Jensen do more theater work? “Nope, Few Good Men was a mistake, that was 120 pages long and I was on like 100!” And musical? “Um, maybe” You sing so well, and act! “Yeah, I can do both…”  (x)

He likes challenges, so maybe… but he doesn't plan that far in the future  (x)

Jensen recently saw Music Man with Hugh Jackman. Was blown away. It was a lot of fun. Made him think if he wants to do that. Answer? “Nah. I’d have to do jazz hands.” But we’ll see. He doesn’t know what he’ll do in 6 months.  (x)

He loves directing because it makes him think in a different perspective and it’s challenging. So maybe to the musical. The only musical he’s ever done is West Side Story.  (x)

One thing Jensen doesn’t miss is being trapped in the Impala with Jared after Jared had a burrito. Yellow Fever is an ep that comes to mind because it was funny through and through. But funniest scene is “the whole show”. (x)

Jensen panel: Every scene over the past 15 years was the funniest scene #jib12  (x)

(x)

They were able to do risky storylines and go meta thanks to the fans. Because we stuck with them.  (x)

Q about iconic lines. Does he realize they’re iconic when he reads the script or when he films them? Both. Sometimes it will come up filming. SB was more on the page but one day Kripke was in set & he & Kripke brainstormed lines on the spot. #jib12  (x)

There’s a freedom to be creative. Healthy work environment, The Boys is not a toxic set “of which there are a lot of”. Sometimes he doesn’t realize a line will be iconic, other times one will not hit.  (x)

Jensen thinks the writers just wrote SB that way and hoped he can deliver. Doesn’t think Kripke demanded it. Kripke came up with “can’t go in dry” on the spot. Jensen mentions Paul Reiser had a lot of iconic lines too.  (x)

The audition scene for SB was the scene with The Legend, Paul Reiser. So many good lines. (x)

The legend dialogue was the audition scene for Jensen.  (x)

How was it being Dean again? “Like slipping into an old pair of sneakers. Just leaning against that car again…” There will not be a lot of visible Dean in it though. They reshot some of the Pilot. John Schowalter (sp?) stepped in 4 Sigriccia.He’s excited for us to see it.  (x)

Favorite beer in Family Business? He doesn't know, because there's a rotation of beer types and he hasn't been home for 2 months... but he likes Grackle  (x)

Fave beer on tab? Since he hasn’t been home in 2 months, he doesn’t know what’s on tab right now, but the Grackle is always on and it’s his go to. “But don’t drink too much of it, it’ll get ya.”  (x)

(x)

‘Is it time for apple juice? Someone let me know when it’s 12’ (x)

Does he want to be the lead on another long running show? Yes, he has no problem with it. A few projects in early development with him as lead, particularly a movie he’s excited about. But he doesn’t talk about things until they’re a sure thing, so no teasers. (x)  He just likes good stories, to entertain. That’s his thing. (x)

JENSEN TALKED ABOUT THERE BEING PROJECTS. AT LEAST ONE MOVIE. AND THE LEAD ON A TV SHOW. NOTHING FOR SURE YET. BUT THEY'RE SITTING DOWN AT TABLES. HE JUST DROPPED THAT BOMB? (x)

‘I would take a lead again, if the story was right’ (x)

Jensen wants “apple juice” and two of the three bottles are actual apple juice. “You tricked me. What is going on here.”  (x)

‘It’s actually apple juice - you tricked me!’ (x)

At his first con in the UK, a multi fandom con, he thought he was just a face in the crowd and Jensen and Wayne were overwhelmed with the reception. First time Jensen thought “we might get another season”  (x)

How is Jensen practicing his voice drop? He never had any proper training, never did any work, it just naturally went down. It’s JDMs fault. “He’s so cool. I wanna be him when I grow up. I’m still waiting for that.”  (x)

Jensen says that in the first season of SPN admired Jeffrey Dean Morgan so much that he wanted to be like him when he grows up. (x)

He doesn't think his singing voice has changed that much over the years, his speaking voice has changed more. And he never took singing lessons or anything like that!  (x)