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[ike-mcswains-mortician]

hey Lea :3c got any hermiehead thoughts?

hi!!!! yes of course,, my poor sweet hermie,,

ok so i’m just kind of never getting over their last words and that performance roll. and my current thought is… ok so i firmly believe that hermie liked normal pretty much the whole time. i mean i call myself a chronic oakworthy truther for a reason lol. so in my mind… that performance roll was hermie, for the first time in basically the whole campaign, that he stopped performing. in a sense. i subscribe to the headcanon that hermie rolled performance in a last ditch effort to be remembered. which.. ow.. but like if normal was now confirmed to have been unconscious when hermie died, what motive would they have to lie to normal? i think this was hermie finally taking down his walls because the act is up, the show is complete, the curtain has fallen. and now he can finally admit that he really did like normal the whole time. and it doesn’t even matter. the mask was removed too late. just. GAHHH WE COULD HAVE HAD IT ALL :(

anywho,, how are you!! do you have any hermie thoughts to share with the class? c:

[popamolly]

I LOVE UR WRITING ITS SO AMAZING AND JUST DIEIHRJURJRH. MAY I REQUEST ANGEL DUST SMUT PLEASE PLEASEEE

៸៸ ﹟MY SLUTTY BOY!

pairing. angel dust x gn!reader

warnings. established relationship, kinda kinky, dirty talk, rough sex but passionate sex (because that is what our baby deserves), we give Angel a blowjob, Angel’s real name is said, you’re a soft dom, Angel is a brat, oneshot, porn with kinda a plot idk, smut, is implied that Angel is “riding” you, 18+ minors dni

author’s note. AHHHHH THANK YOU LOVE!! I APPRECIATE IT! i hope you enjoy this <3

𖤐 MASTERLIST

When you and Angel got together it was quite a shock to your friends. Not a bad shock, but just a shock of how did you two even end up together? You both were polar opposites. With your quiet nature and Angel’s outgoing personality no one even saw it coming. It was a natural attraction to one another, a slow burn that was well rewarded with time. You treated Angel with so much care and love that it was a bit toxic in the beginning because he didn’t know how to handle such kindness since it was foreign to him. Though with a bit of patience and positive affirmations, you soon had the spider demon wrapped around your finger.

Angel was head over heels for you and you couldn’t help but feel the same way. You loved him dearly— so much so that you quite literally couldn’t live your afterlife without him. Your boyfriend made this hellhold better and whenever you were with him, it was as if you entered heaven yourself.

The only fault in your relationship would be your sex life. It was great, of course, but there was still some trauma you needed to help Angel heal from whether if he wanted to admit it or not. You saw it in the way him breath would quicken, how he squeezed his eyes shut, or his hands would get shaky— the list went on. Everytime you brought it up he would shut you down quickly, putting on that fake persona that he acted like you couldn’t see right through.

Everytime you two had sex, you made sure to build that trust all over again, to make him feel safe while submitting to your lead. The only problem with Angel was that he was so stubborn and wouldn’t use the safe word even if he was clearly not enjoying the sex. You had to take it upon yourself to watch for signs, any little sign that he was uncomfortable— and tonight was just another example of that.

“What are ya waiting for, sugar? I thought you promised me a good time?” Angel teased, as if he wasn’t currently be fucked into the mattress just to edge you in even more.

You chuckled darkly, hands tight around his neck as you forced his head back down into the pillow so his ass would stick up more in the air. Your pace was ruthless as you pounded him with reckless abandon,“Don’t. Be. A brat.” You enunciated each word with a harsh thrust, earning a loud moan from your boyfriend beneath you, his back arching impossibly more, the sounds of his broken moans muffled by one of his bed pillows he bit down on, “I can’t hear you over the sound of your tight hole sucking me in like that Angel, you need to speak up baby….baby?”

You stilled your hips, the pads of your thumbs gently rubbing circles onto the side of his hips as you grew concerned at the sound of his whimpers. And it wasn’t the good whimpers, you knew him long enough to differentiate the two.

“Why’d ya stop?!” He whined, face still buried in his pillow since he was unable to meet your gaze. It was dumb of him to even try to act like he was fine when he clearly wasn’t and you could tell, “(Y/N), just fuck me already!”

“Anthony,” You tilt your head expectantly, “Not until you look at me.”

With a deep sigh, Angel turns around to face you and your heart nearly tugged at the sight of his tears stained cheeks. He looked down, unable to meet your gaze because of embarrassment and just overall shame. He knew that you knew his past and he was a fool to think he would magically heal over night due to finally having a healthy, consenting, relationship. No words needed to be exchanged and all you could do was be there for him for whatever he needed as you watched him curl into himself.

“Do you want to stop?” You asked finally after a few silent moments, hesitant on reaching out to touch him.

Angel shook his head.

“Use your words, sweetheart.”

“N-No.” Angel grabbed ahold of your hand, pulling you back closer to him with a small frown, “I’m sorry, Let’s—” You cut him off with a loving kiss, your hands coming up to cup his cheeks gently with a warm smile.

“Don’t ever apologize,” You lean over him, pushing his body back into the bed gently as you kissed him with passion, with love. It was a slow, sensual kiss that had the both of you burning hot with desire yet again, “Now, just tell me what you want me to do.”

Angel gulped, fully relaxing into your embrace now that he could see your face, and see the sincerity in your eyes as well as your words. It wasn’t like him to be speechless but you brought out a different side to him. It was a good change of pace and he couldn’t help but thank you for it.

You let your hands explore his body, toying with the fluff around his chest before moving down his body until you are faced to face with his hardening cock. Spreading his legs, you nuzzle your cheek into the soft flesh of his thigh, never breaking eye contact with Angel, “You want me here?” Angel could only nod helplessly which has you practically growling in response. You bit down on his thigh a bit harshly, causing him to yelp and bring his hands to your head instinctively, “Don’t have me tell you to use your words again.”

“Yes, baby..” Angel shudders at the feelings of you gliding your warm tongue along his inner thigh to now soothe the pain your had caused, “Fuck yes, please.,”

You wanted to hear him beg some more until he was practically shaking in anticipation but you weren’t going to be cruel to him just yet. For now you wanted to please him, to have him shaking beneath you in such mind bobbling pleasure that he forgets his worries even if it’s just for a moment.

“Fuck,” He mutters quietly, his legs shaking as you glided your warm tongue along the underside of his cock.

Angel tasted sweet with a bit of saltiness lingering on your tongue that was addicting. You haven’t even started yet and yet you wanted nothing more than to touch yourself because God, he was so hot. Everything about him was perfect and you only wished he could see himself through your eyes. You were too spurred on in the moment to give a damn about yourself. All you wanted was to give him the best head he’d ever experienced in his life— and afterlife.

His dick was slightly curved and thick enough to the point where you were sure you’d choke around it. You took him into your hand, pumping him slowly as you spit down onto the tip so the salvia could coat his cock and your fingers.

“Can I put it in my mouth?” You asked softly, your hand moving at a steady pace around his shaft made him whimper in want.

“Yes, fuck, yes.” Angel’s fingers tangle in your hair, low groan leaving his lips as you wrap your mouth around his sensitive swollen tip, “Oh fuck, baby.”

You tasted his precum on your tongue, making you moan softly as you hollowed your cheeks to give his tip favoring attention. The sensation made Angel buck his hips up suddenly, making you place your hands on his hips to pin him to the bed, moving your mouth further down so you could take all of him into your mouth without him trying to run from the pleasure.

Just the sight of you deep throating his cock had Angel in a complete state of euphoria. The feeling of your warm mouth around and the way your throat constricted had his toes curling in ecstasy, “(Y/N)—!”

You glanced up at him innocently, batting your eyelashes as if your mouth wasn’t being stuffed full from his cock. The way Angel moved his fallen white hair away from his face made him all the more cuter. His cerise pink eyes never broke away from your sinful gaze, not caring about how loud he was being and if the whole hotel could hear. He wanted them to hear how good you were making him feel.

Salvia dripped out of the corners of your mouth and down your chin, making you look like a sloppy mess as you continued to suck his dick. Angel was holding himself back, afraid that he would make a wrong move or hurt you if he took control. You sensed his hesitation, coming up for air to give him a lustful smile,

“Use my mouth, pretty boy. I won’t break.”

Angel released a cracked groan, gripping the back of your head with more force so he could thrust up into your mouth. You gagged around his length when his tip hit the back of your throat,

“Fuck, ya’ look so gorgeous with my cock down your throat (Y/N),” Angel praises you, “Just like that, fuck!”

You moaned at the praise, sending pleasant vibrations up his body that sent him spiraling toward his release. His grip on the base of your neck only tightening as he began to thrust into your mouth at a pace you could hardly keep up with. Your name and a few more dirty phrases fell from his mouth like a soft prayer as he panted, tossing his head back at the overwhelming pleasure.

“Ya’ going take my cum? Yeah, i bet you are, and i bet you’re going to swallow every last drop, isn’t that right sugar?” You felt your stomach turn with butterflies at Angel’s new found confidence, your jaw going slack as he thrusted into you with such force before his sweet release washed over him. White string of ropes shot out of his tip and down your throat, making you gulp loudly as you gladly swallow everything he was giving you, “Fuck yes, baby!”

You let Angel slowly thrust in and out of your mouth to ride out his high. Ignoring the dull ache in your jaw, you pulled way from his cock with a smile just as Angel forced you up back onto the bed not giving you a second to collect yourself before he aligned you with his entrance, sinking down ever so slowly that you swore you were already seeing stars.

Your grip tightened around his waist, fingertips digging into his side as he wasted no time to start riding you, “You..fuck, can’t get enough can you?”

“Mm, baby, you know I’m just getting started.” Angel smiled down at you, making you look up at him as if he was some deity— and you wanted nothing more to lay at his feet and give him the world. Your boyfriend gasps as you sat up suddenly, hands intertwining in the strands of his hair before you grab a fistful, forcibly tugging his head back so you could attack his neck with love bites, only being turned on more with the moans that left his mouth.

He continued to work his hips against you, bouncing up and down with expertise. There was a lewd squelch sound coming from where you both were connected, making it slick as you moved your hips back against him, “That’s my pretty boy, taking me so good.” Angel had his fun and now it was your turn to take over, “Good fucking boy.”

You took control of his movements, easily overpowering him as you plant your feet flat on the bed so you could jack hammer up into Angel.

“(Y/N)! Oh, yes—! Right there baby!” Your hands found its way to his throat, your fingers squeezing slightly to the point where he parted his lips with a blissful smile, his own eyes rolling into the back of his head as he let his tongue hang out, “Don’t stop!”

“Oh I won’t,” You promised, your hand coming down to smack his ass harshly, enjoying the fact that it jiggled upon contact, “Not until you cum for me again, my slutty boy.”

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[thetarsier]

hear me out hear me out… getting ill and being kind of loopy and saying things to lockwood you wouldn’t normally say and he just laughs affectionately and tries to take care of you but then you get him sick afterwards and you just recuperate together while watching some old hugh grant movie or smth like that?? (also welcome to tumblr and i love ur writing omg)

a/n: omg thank you, you’re so sweet <3

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings/notes: i don't think there are any, just being ill and Anthony being sweet.

<3: anthony lockwood x reader, established relationship

“You’re pretty.”

Anthony laughed, the sound making you immediately smile in your idle state. Your confession had come after a thirty-second-long coughing fit that had to have been the most unattractive you had ever looked. But you weren’t worried about that, because you knew that Anthony wasn’t, either; he would love you either way, any way.

He gently pressed a cold towel to your forehead, as your body shook with shivers despite burning up. Fevers were uncomfortable enough for everybody, but when they hit you, they hit you hard. 

You’d caught the flu somehow, and Anthony hadn’t left you alone for longer than a couple of hours so that you could sleep. Even then, he sat by your bedside whenever he could, watching over you, making sure your chest kept rising and falling. 

It was just the flu, but that didn’t stop him from worrying. He was extremely protective of you in every aspect of your lives; in the field, at home, out in public - he never let you walk next to the road, or into any situation that even had the potential to put you in danger without him, and when it was your turn to cook dinner, Anthony almost always helped you, knowing how prone you were to forgetting the oven gloves.

“Thank you, Darling,” He took the towel away and placed it on the bedside table, “So are you.”

He constantly complimented you, but in your sickly state, his affection pushed you over the moon and you wanted nothing more than to kiss him to repay the favour; you were lucid enough to know that that wasn’t a particularly good idea. Anthony always found a way to make you feel exactly how you did when the two of you first got together - with him, the honeymoon phase had lasted for almost two years.

“I love you.” You closed your eyes, leaning into the pillow underneath your head.

“And you.” He pushed your hair behind your ear as you groaned, eyes refusing to open even as your face scrunched up in a pout. 

“Not fair. Not good enough.”

Anthony hated saying ‘I love you’. It wasn’t that he didn’t feel it, you knew that he did - it was difficult to spend two years with someone and not love them - but he’d hidden his emotions for so long that admitting them was always difficult. He didn’t like being vulnerable. But your request was a salve to the burn it created in his throat when he finally swallowed his fear. 

“I love you, too.” He whispered, words for only you to hear before he kissed your forehead and settled back into his chair.

You pushed your hand out of the confines of your duvet, reaching for him across the small space between the two of you as though you would crumble without some kind of physical tether to him. Anthony obliged your request, leaning forward and taking your hand between his, kissing your palm before settling down and watching over you as you fell asleep.

~~~

Anthony walked into the room with a sniffle and then woke you up with a cough that sounded like it hurt both his chest and his throat. He set the glass of water he’d gotten for you on the bedside table, but you pushed it back toward him once you’d finally managed to sit up. 

“I think I got you sick.” Your voice was still croaky, a sure sign that you were still ill even if you had passed your germs on to your boyfriend.

“No, no,” Anthony waved your concern away, but his drooping eyes spoke louder than he was, “I’m fine.”

“You’re not fine,” You complained, “I got you sick. Admit it.”

“Okay, darling, I’m perhaps a little bit ill,” He admitted, holding his hands up, “But I’m fine, just focused on making sure you get better.” 

He was always like this. Always focused on your health over his own, always making sure that you felt okay even if he felt worse. And as much as you tried to help him, he always put the focus back on you. As much as Anthony liked being the centre of attention with everyone else, liked being Lockwood, with you he was a background character, and he wouldn’t allow it to be another way. 

“Let me…” You pushed yourself up further, reaching your hand out, and Anthony came willingly, leaning his forehead into your palm, “Love, you’re burning up. That’s gotta be, like, forty degrees.”

“It’s not that bad. Thirty-nine.”

“Baby, thirty-nine is bad,” You scolded, moving your hand to cup his cheek instead, “I can’t believe I got you sick.”

“Thirty-nine is not as bad as forty.” He mumbled, reduced to nothing but slightly blushed cheeks at your telling-off. 

“It’s not as bad as forty,” You conceded, smiling gently at him, “Come on, if you’re already sick you may as well join me in here.” 

You pulled back the corner of your duvet, and Anthony barely waited a second to consider before he climbed into bed next to you, burrowing into your arms and burying his face into your neck. You hadn’t been able to touch him like you’d wanted since you’d gotten sick, so having him curled up into you was like a refreshing breeze on a hot day. 

“Should we watch something?” You suggested, gesturing loosely to the laptop at the end of your bed, pulling the tech towards you once Anthony had nodded against your shoulder, “Our favourite?”

“Mm, yes,” Anthony groaned as he drew closer to you, “Hugh Grant is all we need in life. Forget George and Luce.”

“Amen.” You laughed as you selected ‘Notting Hill’ and set the laptop back down where it had been before in a good position for the two of you to be able to watch the film. 

It wasn’t necessary, however, because by the way Anthony was slumping against you, it was obvious that he was going to be falling asleep in minutes. He was always like that - falling asleep like a baby as soon as he was in your arms, as though he knew that he could finally relax when you were there, like you were the only person who could never judge him. 

“I’m sorry I got you sick.” You kissed his hair in apology, and he could only muster up a hum against you.

“I’m glad you did,” He whispered against you, “I can finally sleep.”

And you did, both of you, cuddled up in your bed with ‘Notting Hill’ playing to nobody, never happier despite the illness both of you sported.

[inkyboyo]

hii sorry if you've already made a post about it or something but i'm curious as to how u got into smosh!! i feel like its rare to hear about new people in the fandom so i was just wondering about ur story :3

thank you for the ask i appreciate it a lot!!!

i haven’t really made a post talking about how i got into smosh so i’m so happy to answer this!

for reference, i had and have been an anthony padilla fan for a whiileeee since i was 10 years old because of his “i spent a day with” series, but i never knew about smosh until 7th grade maybe? and even then i had just heard about it.

funnily enough, i recently remembered that i had listened to that one h3h3 podcast episode with ian and markiplier so i had heard ian talk about smosh but i still had no idea what it was and didn’t make the connection that he was talking about anthony Lol

anyways how i got into smosh!!!

in february, i because hyperfixated on classic smosh (early 2010s sketches) but i didn’t really know any of the lore, and i knew anthony left in 2017 and was empathic with it a lot but i didn’t really know details yk??

i was basically just watching iconic smosh sketches and watching some silly stupid sleepovers but that was it. the hyperfixation ended after a couple of days, but i’ve always been a fan of anthony so i didn’t completely detach from it.

anyways, when anthony tweeted out that they had bought smosh back, all of those feelings came FLOODING back and i was SO HAPPY.

and i quickly became super invested once again, and started watching WAYY more smosh videos, and for over a month i’ve been getting really into it (as you can tell from my blog LOL) and i actually know everyone now, and i absolutely love the new cast and love everyone at smosh, and i’m super excited about it all STILL even if i’m not technically hyperfixated on it anymore. it’s just a interest of mine now.

anyways sorry if this lengthy response is not what you wanted, i just got really passionate about it, hope you don’t mind! :)

[teddy06writes]

Come Back Home

requested by this anon: “ hello!! i was wondering if i could have a karl x sapnap x quackity x reader where the reader falls out with one of them and there’s loads of angst, but it ends in fluff and just cute stuff. i love ur writing so much, thank you <3″

as well as this one: “ hello :D may i request some angst then comfort scenes for a karl x quackity x sapnap x reader? “

so....

sapnap x karl x quackity x reader (lowkey musician!reader)

trigger warnings: yelling, swearing, mentions of hook ups, drinking, angst

premise: you think you might be falling out of love, or something close to that with your boyfriends, so you ask to take a break until you can figure things out, and nothing seems to feel right till you go back; song credit is Come Back Home by Anthony Ramos {I changed parts of the second verse}

(y/n/n)- your nickname

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“I- I never said I knew that I was!” You argued. 

Alex folded his arms, “What about them? You fucking lying to them too?” 

You ran a hand through your hair, “I’m not lying about anything!” 

“YOU JUST SAID YOU WERE FALLING OUT OF LOVE!” you jumped, surprised at his yelling, “So if that’s true why’d you fucking tell us you loved us last night?” 

“I don’t know if I am Alex! I need time to figure this out!” 

“So it’s just me then. You just want to leave me!” 

“I might be falling out of love with all of you!” You shakily admitted, desperately searching your boyfriends eyes, “And I’m terrified! I don’t want to fall out of love! I don’t want to leave any of you! I just need time to figure this out.” 

Alex sat in silence, refusing to look at you. 

Shakily you grabbed the bag you’d been packing when he found you, just a few of the outfits you kept at that apartment, along with your music stuff, “I’m going back to California, just for a month or so.” 

“I thought you sold the apartment.” He sounded to blunt, to broken. 

“I pulled out of the deal, and my stuff hadn’t been shipped yet. I- I don’t want to leave Alex,” You slipped your bag over your shoulder, “I- didn’t want it to be like this.” 

“So you were going to leave when they were out.” He spat. 

You froze in grabbing your guitar, “I was going to try and make this hurt less. If me leaving to find out if I should stay or not is what it takes, then why make it hurt more?” 

“What am I suppose to tell them?” Alex asked desperately. 

“The truth. I’ll be back when I figure this out.” 

“And if it isn’t what I want it to be?” 

You took a deep breath, “I think you’ll know.”

You walked out the door, trying to ignore the way small sobs filled the apartment as you left, tears working there way into your own eyes.

~~

California, though isolating you enough to sort out your feelings, was far too numbing to provide Alex the technical closer he thought was coming. 

Karl had been heartbroken when he found out you left, and the few months that you’d been gone had only helped to break him more, especially as the only news they got about you came from the updates on your upcoming album. 

Nick had been equally heartbroken,  though somewhat mad, he’d learned to live with it, instead focusing his angry energy into keeping his boyfriends together and functional. 

~~

You sighed, sitting up as your apartment door closed. 

You knew it was wrong, deep down, these one night stands, and evenings lost in a haze of alcohol, deep down, you missed them, and none of this was making the feelings you’d tried to press back down after the first experimental hook up. 

Rubbing at your eyes you quietly began to get dressed, ideas running through your mind. 

Pulling up twitter you found yourself scrolling through Alex’s twitter, he seemed to be doing okay, Nick was, well he hadn’t been active on twitter before, but Karl’s twitter remained silent. 

That was what got you worried. 

Karl was never not active on twitter, but even his second account had remained quiet since you left. 

Grabbing a bottle of water you sat down, thankful for your moment of clarity as you picked up your guitar, ready to get to work. 

“I only feel the ground under my feet...”

This was going to be a huge gamble.

~~

“Guys!” Karl called softly from his place on the couch. 

“Yeah baby?” Alex yawned. 

“(y/n) just posted a new single on youtube.” 

“So?” Nick asked, bitterly, “Why should we care?” 

“Oh, I- I was just wondering, if we could watch it. We- we don’t have to.” Karl said softly. 

Nick softened upon hearing his voice, “Alright, lets see it.” 

They cuddled together next to Karl as he pulled up the video, the description reading, ‘come back home, less of an apology, more of a plea’.

The video opened on a dark room, partially lit by a lamp in the corner, only about half of your face was visible, as well as the guitar in your hands. 

You took a deep breath a sighed, before beginning to play. 

The screen split to show the recordings of you playing the other parts, both in similar dark rooms. 

“I had to leave, to see, how good I had it, I had it, I had to go, to know how good I had it. Would you have me if I came back home?” 

They watched as the scene shifted, you as you walked through a park in LA, “My mama said when I was six years old,  I would always sit up by the window, I would always say this city way too cold. Wish there was another place I could go She would ask where and I would say,” 

There was an arieal of the same park, “Where, anywhere, tell me where 'cause I'm scared, If I'm here then I'll never see paradise, I just wanna see paradise.”  As you repeated the chorus, back in your room, and then moved on to singing about them, “Yeah I’d been dating Nick for three years, we’d made a promise, cause we were just kids in college, thinkin’ bout our tomorrows, 

“then we met Karl, course we had to keep ‘im, he made the grass even greener, cause theoretically he made us even more complete, 

“but then along came Alex, and we pulled him in, but he looked me in the eyes when I said ‘my heart isn’t in it’ , he challenged that thought, asked me ‘So where is it?’

Alex clamped a hand over his mouth, burying his head in Karl’s shoulder. 

“I said, where, anywhere, tell me where ‘cause I’m scared, if I’m here then I’ll never see paradise, I just wanna see paradise.” 

The scene changed from the park back to your room, “So I had to leave to see, How good I had it, I had it, I had to go to know, How good I had it, Would you have me if I come back home?”

The room remained dark, though your voice became a bit more upbeat as you sang, “Nothing better than my mama rice and beans, All the sound, the people yellin' on the street, The lights when I land at JFK,The cold wind when it hits me in my face,

“I only feel the ground under my feet when my boys are standin' right there next to me and Those the things that make me feel at home And that's the only paradise I know, so..” 

The room began to brighten, just a bit, as the extra voice overs were added.  “I had to leave to see, How good I have it, I have it, I had to go to know, How good I have it (How good I have it) I have it (So I'm comin' home)”

Pictures began to flash on the screen, pictures of you all together, during streams, while you were working on music, a video of you and Karl, trapped by an Alex sleeping across your laps while Nick laughed.

The beach day you’d had last year, Karl and Alex decorating your recoding spot with fairy lights, Nick with you up on his back, you and Alex singing, behind the scenes of one of Karls mr. beast videos, midnight moments, and small moments, all flooding the screen. 

“Nothing better than my mama's rice and beans (Ooh, ooh, I'm comin' home) All the sound, the people yellin' on the street, The lights when I land at JFK, (Oh, I'm comin' home), The cold wind when it hits me in my face I only feel the ground under my feet when my boys are standin' right there next to me and (Yeah, I'm gon' come back home) Those the things that make me feel at home, And that's the only paradise I know.” 

The pictures faded, and you smiled softly at the camera, “Would you have me if I came back home?” 

The video faded away, and the boys were knocked out of there trance by a knock at the door. 

Shakily Alex stood up, blinking away tears as he moved to answer it.

“(y/n).”

You smiled, “You saw the video yeah?” 

He practically burst into tears, “Yeah.” 

“So? Will you have me since I came back home?” You sang softly. 

Alex surged forward, throwing his arms around you, tears falling from both sets of eyes as he pulled you inside.

In the living room Nick was holding a still crying from the video Karl,  glaring up at you, “You had to make him cry one more time?” 

Karl sniffled, “These are good tears.” 

You smiled, setting your bag down before maneuvering to sit down with Alex still wrapped around you. 

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have left for that wrong. I do love you all.” 

“We love you too.” 

[mulderscully]

Ok I promise I’m not trying to start discourse or anything but I just wanna say I agree with u on ur S@phne take. Like I felt like Daphne/the whole love story was just giving me the absolute ick by the end of season one (I haven’t read the books but apparently what happened in the show was “watered down” and it could’ve been a lot worse which 😬) cause like...the words both of them were using were v pretty and poetic but some of the actual actions taken were ??? Like it was cute until they got married but then the lying/mind games/etc. stuff that started going on just completely veered them into unhealthy relationship territory for me. Like I hate how they made Simon not wanting kids something that had to be “fixed” about him, like that’s literally...so weird??? Whether it’s related to trauma or not is he not allowed to simply not want kids? Like you can meet the love of your life and marry them and still not want kids so what were they even trying to say/do with that whole storyline? He literally was completely transparent about how he never wanted marriage or kids and repeated and explained why he didn’t want them to her multiple times. Even if she felt differently, that’s still something she should’ve respected and though it would’ve been painful, going their separate ways probably would’ve literally been best for everyone involved. The way it was played and executed just had me feeling icked out and sorry for Simon. Even comparing Kate/Anthony to them, I feel like it’s obvious from their characterization that they’re genuinely a healthier match (just going from having watched the show) and I can’t imagine either of them unilaterally deciding they want kids/marriage and not even talking about it with the other and I feel like a lot more communication in general is going on in their relationship. Like it’s clear they have a playful relationship and mess around but are genuinely each other’s best friends at the end of the day and chose marriage to each other over everything. Both the stories are v different as well

yeah, as someone who doesn't want kids i am very wary of any storyline where someone is made to change their mind, but with simon it's gotta be the worst i have ever seen. what really gets me is that the plot acts like she is a CORRECT in her feelings and actions? it just completely soured me to them. not just the act itself, but how it was framed like she was the one who was wronged and it about #girl power? i just couldn't wrap my mind around how they thought that was a good thing to keep in the story. and everyone was like, "it was worse in the book." when defending it, which IS TRUE bc he's drunk in the book - but it doesn't make it any less awful? they changed a lot abt the books that they could've taken that out entirely and still had their falling out about kids happen another way.

i honestly have no idea what julia quinn was smoking when she wrote the duke & i and i wanna know so i stay tf away from it lol i honestly had no plan to watch s2 til all my trusted girlmutuals convinced me <3

i just also find it soooooo fucking weird how simon isn't in s2 at all right after all that. i know it's bc rjp didn't wanna come back but from a narrative standpoint it just makes simon seem like an absent husband and father :(

but anyway, back to kathony! yeah, i think what i love about enemies to lovers is that the point isn't that you truly hate that person, it's that the person reminds you of yourself - maybe parts of yourself that you find hard to accept or love, and by falling in love with them you learn to also love and accept yourself entirely.

kate and anthony have very similar life experiences, they have similar interests, they make each other laugh. i think it's really obvious they're gonna have a very happy life because they're so right for each other.

[stovetuna]

Stony for 30 or 40? I LOVE U SO MUCH UR FICS GIVE ME LIFE 💛💛👏

AHHHH YAY LIFE!!! you and an anon both requested #30, so here’s some classic tony!angst and protective!steve :3 — I PROMISE THERE IS A VERY MUSHY, VERY HAPPY ENDING

#30: “You’re not worth it.” (TW: child abuse, references to alcoholism, Howard being a shitty human being [but what else is new]) 

***

It’s Wednesday, and Wednesday means movie night at the mansion. A time-honored tradition that goes all the way back to the Avengers’ inception, back when Steve was still finding his way out of the ice—literally and figuratively—and Iron Man and Tony Stark were two different people. 

It’s been a long time since those early days, Tony thinks, watching the new team assemble on the couches, loveseats, beanbag chairs, and blankets strewn around the in-home movie theater. The screen isn’t excessively massive, per Steve’s wishes, but the sound is as good as it gets, per Clint’s; Tony updates the hardware year over year to keep up with the times, especially as film goes the way of digital (much to Steve’s chagrin). 

But tonight is Steve’s pick for movie, and Tony wonders if it was planned that way the moment Luke Cage asks what they’re going to watch and Steve gets that glint in his eye. The one that Tony can recognize from a mile away now without even trying, the one that screams “Steve Rogers is a little shit” and that very few people seem to be able to hear. 

Tony groans the moment Steve grins and says, “Home movies!” while revealing two armfuls of reels from behind his back, some of which are so dusty and small, Tony wonders if they’re Steve’s. 

The team settles in with enough snacks to put a rhino in a coma while Tony and Steve head to the back of the room where the vintage projector Tony pulled out of storage for the occasion awaits. 

“Next week, you can pick the movie,” Steve whispers conspiratorially, bumping Tony with a friendly elbow. Tony has to hold himself back from leaning into Steve in response, the way his body feels primed to do and has done for literal years, ever since—god, since always. But Tony knows his interest and affections are very much one-sided, and Tony doesn’t need to flagellate himself over it any more than he already does with everything else in his life. Plus, watching Steve with each of his girlfriends is more than taxing enough.

He’s had years of practice keeping his feelings for Steve from the man. He can handle an elbow and a wink. That shit’s practically child’s play. 

“If footage from my sweet sixteen made it into this lineup, we’re watching all three Die Hards,” Tony replies with a saccharine smile that makes Steve blanch. 

“Tony, no.” 

“Tony, yes.”

“The last time we watched Die Hard, Clint wouldn’t stop talking with a fake German accent for a week.” 

“I know! It was hilarious, and I want to get it on camera this time so I can send it to Alan Rickman. He’ll hate it.” 

Tony giggles at Steve’s huff, which is really a laugh disguised as exasperation, another one of Steve’s tics Tony knows by heart. The pain and joy of knowing that secretly splits Tony right down the middle—the joy of knowing Steve is a much bigger troll than anyone realizes, the pain of wanting to grab him and kiss him for it—but he hides it all with an elbow to Steve’s ribs and a muttered “jerk” under his breath. 

He’s spent the past ten years and change like this—halved by a love that makes him feel whole, which is an equation that shouldn’t work, but does, because Tony’s math is always right—so what’s one more night? In the grand scheme of things, not much, and every second of it is more than Tony could have ever hoped for. 

Together in the darkest part of the room he and Steve work in tandem to load the first reel onto the projector and let it run: it’s early footage of the first Avengers team, recorded off of a news broadcast. Down in front, the rest of the team throws popcorn and jeers, laughing themselves hoarse at the costumes, the villains, the dialogue—“‘He’s a real ball of fire!’” Clint wheezes from his beanbag before Natasha pelts him with Milk Duds—while Steve and Tony sit back behind the projector, shoulder to shoulder, running their own private commentary all the while:  

“I miss that armor.”

“Shut up, no you don’t.” 

“It’s true! Anyways, isn’t vintage all the rage these days? You should bring it back.” 

“I’m not bringing back Pointy-Faced Iron Man and his Roller Skates of Doom, Cap.” 

“Not even for me?” 

Tony slides Steve a look out of the corner of his eye, face still directed toward the screen, a classic are you fucking kidding me? if there ever was one. Steve bats his eyelashes in response, because of course he does. Unfortunately for Steve, Tony is mostly immune to that tactic by now. 

Mostly. 

“Let us watch Die Hard next week and I’ll consider it.” 

“Ugh, Tony…”

“Hey, heart-eyes! Next reel!” someone (see: Bucky) shouts. Not for the first time, Tony’s glad to be concealed in relative darkness back here—even Steve’s enhanced vision won’t be able to make out the blush Tony’s knows is all over his face right now. He also gets a reprieve from sitting so close to Steve, hyperfocused on his warmth and all of the sensory trappings of home that come with it, while he swaps out the old reel for a new one. New-er, rather. He doesn’t look at the case or look at any frames before feeding it through the projector. 

“Alright, you rabble-rousers, pipe down,” he shouts as the image on screen flickers to life. 

“‘Rabble-rousers’?” Steve quirks an eyebrow at him as he sits back down. Tony folds his arms over his chest and shushes him. 

“Don’t start.”

“Ooh, is that you, Tony?” Wanda coos from her place on the loveseat next to Vision. 

“Look at all of that hair! Danny Zuko’s got nothing on you, Stark,” Clint laughs. Tony nails him with a popcorn kernel right in the ear.

The footage unspools, harmless—albeit embarrassing—at first: it’s a home movie from when Tony was young, no more than eight or nine. He’s wearing what looks like the remains of what was once a nice suit, something his parents forced him into, probably, but devolved into undershirt and slacks and suspenders hanging down past his knees. He really was a gangly kid, wasn’t he? 

Tony laughs along with everyone else, warmed by Jarvis’ voice offscreen telling “Young Master Anthony” to show off his latest invention for the camera. He feels Steve’s eyes flicker over to land on him whenever young Tony smiles at the camera or laughs at something Jarvis says, but Tony ignores it. Mostly.

“He reminds me of Steve,” Bucky tells the room when young Tony is shown with a replica of Cap’s shield, posing triumphantly to the sound of Jarvis’ delighted laughter. Jess aww’s. 

“He does, kinda, doesn’t he?” 

“How have I never seen these before?” Steve whispers, leaning closer as he does. Tony swallows hard against the shiver that ricochets down his spine hearing that low voice in his ear. 

“A lot of things of mine you haven’t seen, Cap,” he replies, too late to stop the innuendo from slipping out. He looks at Steve after he says it and almost, almost lets out a gasp: when did Steve get so close? And why is he looking at Tony like that? All intense and considering? 

“Oh, here’s someone else I remember,” Bucky laughs. Tony turns away from Steve, grateful for the excuse, and starts to release the breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. 

It gets caught in his chest the moment he sees himself filling up the screen, young Tony standing alone in Howard’s office, having perched the camcorder on the big oak desk to record himself with Cap’s shield—the real one this time, not a toy. On screen, Tony has his back to the camera, the vibranium shield clutched in his too-small hands. He has to perch it on the floor, its weight just enough to counterbalance Tony’s, but holding it…even now, he remembers the thrill of that first time. The cool touch of vibranium humming under his fingers, the knowledge that he was holding his hero’s greatest treasure…his adult fingers clench against his thighs at the memory. 

But then, the image shifts into a sharper memory still, and Tony feels something old and awful claw its way from somewhere deep in his chest, remembering all too well what comes next. It tastes like bourbon and cigar smoke and the metallic taste blood leaves on the tongue after you’ve been smacked in the mouth. Tony’s hands fly out to clutch the sides of his chair and stick there; he can’t move them to stop the projector in time. It just keeps playing out, each frame worse than the one before. 

Of course he remembers this moment. He remembers it perfectly, because it was the first time Howard really hurt him. Not with his hands, although the bruises did linger longer than usual, after. 

This was the moment when Tony, so tender and impressionable even at that “advanced” age, learned what his father really thought of him. 

That old, awful feeling feels a lot like drowning when he thinks of Steve seeing what’s about to happen, let alone the rest of the team.

“I’m Captain America and I’m here to save you!”

“You’re not saving shit, boy.” Howard stumbles into frame like a bad Vaudeville performer, slurring Tony’s name like an expletive. “Put that down, you fucking brat. You’re not worth it.” 

The blood rushing in Tony’s ears drowns out the sound of voices past and present. All he can see is Howard filling the frame in that horrible tan suit, gripping a bottle of bourbon by the neck. The image catches on young Tony’s terrified expression, the way he hides behind the shield that’s almost as big as he is. He watches his own mouth move—Cap will save me, he’d cried, so confident, so certain that his hero would come and put Howard through the wall and carry Tony away to safety—and then down the bottle comes…

“Turn it off! I said turn it off!” 

Something hits the projector hard enough to not only knock it off the table it was sitting on, but send both hurtling across the room. They smash to pieces against the far wall with a noisy clatter that almost stops Tony’s heart in his chest. 

For a moment, the only sound in the room is the thwap-thwap-thwap of film smacking the floor as the reel spins on and on until coming to a feeble stop. He can hear breathing, heavy and labored and sliding quickly toward panic, and he realizes with a shuddering gasp that it’s him making that sound.

Tony looks up and sees Steve standing where the projector once was, cradling his bleeding hand. The man looks stricken, pale and horrified, worse than if he’d seen a ghost; behind him, the team has inched closer, all of them wearing varying expressions of distress and pity and guilt and sadness, and suddenly Tony can’t bolt out of his chair fast enough. He can’t get away fast enough. He follows his feet out of the room into the corridor and down, down, down to the workshop where it’s safe, where he can’t get in, no one can, not unless Tony lets them. 

Someone is calling his name, but Tony disappears down the stairs before he can figure out who. He bursts through doors he can’t see and staggers over to the closest workbench, sucking in deep, ragged breaths like he can’t catch up to them. Is that a screw loose in his chest cavity, he wonders, gasping, because that rattling sound seems to indicate something has come undone that shouldn’t have. Howard’s dead, Tony reminds himself, over and over again. It’s a fact as true as any algorithm, so why won’t it take? 

JARVIS’s voice moves gently through the noise in Tony’s brain: “Sir, Captain Rogers is asking permission to enter.” 

Steve. 

Tony can’t decide if the thought of Steve seeing him like this helps or worsens the rattling in his chest. Either way he feels like shit, but only one of those ways ends up with Captain America pitying him, or worse. 

He’s so caught up in thinking about all the ways this could backfire he doesn’t realize JARVIS has let Steve into the workshop, regardless of Tony’s feelings on the matter. The realization sets in when Steve’s voice appears close to his ear, soft and low with a frisson of urgency, like he too is slightly out of breath. 

“Tony, it’s just me. It’s okay. I’m going to put my hand on your back.” 

Warmth spreads from Steve’s fingers through Tony’s shirt and into the skin high up on his back between his shoulders. Steve can probably feel how fast Tony’s heart is racing, but spares him his overt concern and instead keeps telling Tony what he’s going to do before he does it: a hand on Tony’s forehead, an arm around his back, asking JARVIS to turn the lights down to thirty-five percent. 

“I’ve got you, it’s okay.” 

Tony sags into Steve’s touch, his large, warm hand cradling Tony’s head like something precious; the deeper dark quiets the room around them, makes it less overwhelming, less full of ghosts waiting to cast their own opaque shadows on the empty walls. Tony and Steve are left standing in a dim light Tony knows makes him look sallow; he wavers on his feet, left to borrow from Steve’s strength because he can’t find his own. Lucky for Tony, Steve is right there, braced and ready for anything. Like always.

The rattling has settled somewhat, but Tony still has to rely on Steve to tell him when to breathe and how deeply. He forgets, sometimes, that Steve has experience dealing with panic attacks, which so often came before an asthma attack. Steve once told him that even years removed from his sickly days, he still remembers what it’s like to lose that grip on reality, feeling the heart too acutely as it beats against too-brittle ribs.

While Steve draws on those memories often enough with others on the team, it’s a rare occasion for Tony to be on the receiving end of Steve’s nursing hand like this. Jokes or angry silence over cuts, breaks, and bruises, sure, but this? Tender hands and a voice pitched low and soothing, lullaby-soft, speaking words of gentle encouragement? Tony’s head feels light with it. 

“Do you want to sit down?” Steve asks. Tony shakes his head against his palm. “Okay,” Steve whispers, his voice the only one in the room, which makes for a funny kind of one-sided conversation. Then, before he can think better of it, Tony turns toward Steve, wraps his arms around the man’s impossible waist, and hugs himself close to Steve’s radiating heat. He’s too gone for shame, and too weak; a soft, gentle Steve is hard to resist, even on good days. And this just became a no good, very bad day.

Fucking Howard.

Steve, for his part, takes the hug in stride like they do it every day. Tony likes to imagine it, touching Steve like this whenever he wants to, but that’s all it is—a fantasy. Just like being with Steve is a fantasy, one Tony has entertained for far too many years to count. He satisfies himself with Steve’s friendship, tells himself it’s enough, and if he happens to sleep with the occasional look-alike, that’s nobody’s business but Tony’s (and JARVIS’s, and in one deeply unfortunate instance, Pepper’s). 

Strangers want Tony Stark, the celebrity; Steve wants Tony as a friend and teammate. That’s all. So Tony steals his nice, platonic hug as he trembles and breathes his way out of a panic attack, being careful to avoid nuzzling the soft notch at the base of Steve’s throat the way he wants to. Badly.

He’s so preoccupied with holding all the disparate parts of himself together and hiding them so Steve can’t see, he doesn’t notice Steve’s hands start to rub his back in long, soothing strokes until Tony is half-melted in his steady arms, weak-kneed at how comforted he feels. Steve doesn’t say anything—just keeps moving his hands, up and down Tony’s back, across his shoulders, along his arms, and over again. He can’t remember the last time someone touched him like this, without motive, ulterior or otherwise; his skin feels warm down to his toes.

“Better?” Steve murmurs. Tony nods against his chest. He doesn’t let go. Neither does Steve, who seems to fold himself over Tony until they’re more like one person than two, standing there breathing together in Tony’s darkened workshop. 

Slowly, thoughts of Howard, of hurt, start to melt back into the shadows. In their place is Steve, filling up all of Tony’s empty spaces with light, even some of the ones he didn’t know he had. For such a strong man, Steve is unbearably gentle, handling Tony the way he might handle spun sugar or thin glass. Tony has never felt so genuinely cared for, and the fact that he can’t pull back and thank Steve with a kiss smarts a little in the face of it. 

That is, it does, up until the moment he feels Steve brush a kiss against where Tony’s hairline meets his forehead, soft and uncomplicated, but lingering, like Steve wants to stay there. To do more. Tony knows that move because he’s imagined doing the exact same thing to Steve, god, thousands of times.

Tony wants so much. Too much. Asking Steve for this would tip things precariously toward the latter. But the question is taken out of Tony’s hands the moment one of Steve’s perches itself under his jaw and tilts his face up.

“I’m sorry,” Steve says. 

“It’s ancient history,” Tony replies, maintaining eye contact through sheer willpower when all he wants to do is look at Steve’s mouth, now so close to his. 

“Not to you, it isn’t,” Steve counters, and there’s not much Tony can say to that. “I’ll talk to the team. They might have questions, and you shouldn’t have to answer them. Not tonight, anyways.” 

“I know you’ve got big shoulders, Steve, but you don’t have to take on my baggage on top of everything else.”

As they talk, their bodies never move an inch apart; chests pressed flush against each other, Steve’s fingers splayed along the side of Tony’s neck. All of it—the proximity, the tenderness, the intimacy—feels as natural as the breathing they just did together. Ten-plus years of friendship will do that. But then, the way Steve is looking at him doesn’t really scream friendship. 

It kind of screams I love you. 

Steve gives him that little smirk and says, “Maybe I want to.” Tony scoffs, flicking one of the shoulders in question for good measure. 

“God, how are you still such a horrible liar, Cap? Is there something in the serum that makes it impossible for you to keep a good poker face?”

“This is my good poker face,” Steve replies, and there it is again, the same look Steve gave him earlier before the night spun out like a race car with its wheels blown off: intense, considering, and so, so close. 

Tony swallows nothing but air. Steve, never breaking eye contact, cards his fingers through the hair on the back of Tony’s head and holds them there. 

“If I kiss you right now, will you have another panic attack?” he asks quietly. Not even a blink. The part of Tony’s brain—a scant centimeter, at best—that isn’t currently blasting a hundred sirens at full volume is actually kind of impressed.

“I doubt it,” Tony replies evenly. “I’ll probably just pass out.” 

The smirk becomes a full-blown grin. Steve squeezes his other arm around Tony’s lower back and hums, deep and resonant, in his chest as he leans down to brush his lips feather-softly against Tony’s. 

“You fall, I’ll catch you,” he whispers before dipping in for a proper kiss that floods Tony’s head with incandescent light. It’s chaste and measured and burning with mutual restraint, tastes faintly of the buttered popcorn Steve ate earlier, and the only way it could be better is if it never ended. 

Tony tightens his arms around Steve’s waist, and when Steve pulls away to speak, he doesn’t go far, seemingly content to stand there in Tony’s embrace in the middle of the dimly lit workshop. 

“Still breathing?” he asks. Tony smiles; Steve smiles back. 

“Takes a lot more than that to knock the wind out of me, Cap.”

The way Steve’s eyes darken at that little remark is definitely something Tony intends to investigate further, later. For now, he leans into the hand now resting on his cheek and sighs. 

“We’ll test that theory another time,” Steve husks before leaning forward to press a kiss to each eyelid. Tony hums happily, sinking further into Steve’s arms. “Can I carry you to bed?” 

Tony gives him a look. “I’m heavy,” he says. 

Steve just smiles, kisses Tony like he’s been doing it forever, and replies: “You’re worth it.”

- - - 

see? happy endings. fuck howard. 

[quensty]

I’m glad you tagged yourself via me!!!! But I have a lot of questions.

Emergency fic for clout

a list of things regarding anthony j crowley

Steve?

Wouldn’t it be knife

Music wiki

omg!! thank you so much for adding that nice part to ur post in the first place!! it was very kind, especially because i love talking abt myself. anyway, AGAIN, this got a bit long. 

“emergency fic for clout” i honestly had no idea what this was until i opened it and promptly laughed so hard i had to get a drink of water. i think i wrote this four years ago? it’s an aftg star wars au that i can’t believe i had the audacity to write considering i know jack shit abt star wars. 

The air shifts, violent, making the floor beneath Andrew’s feet formless. As it pitches sharply to the right, he grabs hold of the control panel and shoots the Commander straight through his side. 

Everything is silent except for the blaring of sirens until Kevin steps into view, face drawn pale and tight, and tells him, “Change of plan: there's someone we need on this ship.” 

Nicky splutters from the data console, stilled from maneuvering wildly around looking for the right information to stare at Kevin. “What? Are you kidding me?” Even Aaron, from his place where he’s crouching over the dead bodies and looking for a working blaster, looks up with a sneer curling his lip. 

Kevin doesn't look at them. He's staring straight at Andrew, who, under the perfumed fog clouding his mind, is not impressed. Andrew on the surface breaks into a sharp grin. “You heard what the Imp said. He’s alerted all stormtroopers of our location.” 

“Not very fun company,” says Aaron. “Considering they want us dead.” 

“Agreed,” says Nicky. “FOX almost has all the data downloaded. Two minutes tops.” 

Andrew’s grin widens, showing all his teeth. He hasn't turned away from Kevin’s stare once. “You want to live?” It is not a question that needs an answer. “The answer is no.” 

“We need a pilot.” 

“I'm looking at one.” 

“He's the best pilot in the outer worlds,” he insists, and if Andrew was anybody else, he might have been surprised. “We need him.” 

“Oh?” Interested. “Who?” 

“Nathaniel Wesninski.” 

Silence rings out for a heartbeat, all of them stunned into silence. The ship alarm keeps blaring. 

Andrew barks out a short laugh. “You mean the criminal,” he surmises. 

A pause. “Yes.” 

Andrew leans a shoulder against the control panel. Distantly, he can hear footsteps coming down the corridor, orders shouted by generals. Any second now, they’ll start firing at the iron gate Nicky has managed to lock down. How long it’ll hold is up is a roll of a dice. 

Andrew says, “He’s more trouble than he’s worth.” 

“We can't risk leaving him. If we don’t keep him, the Empire will.” 

“Andrew,” Nicky says urgently. At his feet, FOX is beeping desperately, skittish. “We should really get moving.” 

Blasters pound against the gate. 

“That sounds fun,” he says, then goes, “Nicky, I want Nathaniel Wesninski’s cell number.” 

“Andrew,” Nicky repeats, wide-eyed and incredulous, to which Andrew responds with, “Fifty seconds, Nicky, or you can find your own way back to Base.” 

He pulls something from under his robes and, with a hiss, flicks on his lightsaber. “If we get captured,” he says, this time to Kevin, pointing the rumbling, static end of the lightsaber in his direction, “you can thank your Imperial renegade.”

pls excuse the shitty writing. the last edit was made in fucking 2018. 

i was actually really excited about “a list of things regarding anthony j crowley”  when i was writing it bc it really was going to be a fic written in the form of a list. which is much harder than it sounds. i still have this hope that i might finish it one day, but basically, i wanted to tell thee iconic 6k year slow burn thru crowley’s perspective. this is abt as far as i got.

1.) Crowley’s middle name is Jabez. 

2.) He doesn’t think there’s anything wrong with that, either. It’s a perfectly good name, one he thinks anyone like them—of which there are few, perhaps none—should like. Anyway, it’s much better than the name Aziraphale thought up. For all his intelligence and rebelliousness, he still lacks imagination.  

3.) This is what Crowley tells Aziraphale, anyway. The truth is that Crowley got piss drunk one week and changed his legal name to—well, it doesn’t really matter what. 

4.) In spite of the story Aziraphale likes to tell—which, depending on how much Aziraphale has had to drink, have begun in the Garden, a gentlemen’s club, the bookshop’s grand opening, Golgotha, and Paris—Crowley met Aziraphale in Heaven.

5.) More accurately, Crowley had been slouched over the railing of one of heaven’s thousands of identical balconies and was only half-listening as a Seraphim beside him went on a tirade about the location of the newest temple. Crowley, bored out of his mind, mostly stared off into the middle distance wishing he was anywhere else. 

6.) He still vividly remembers Heaven. All the calculating tones, the monotonous psalms, the never-ending polished marble. Despite the light, Heaven always felt cold. 

7.) He spotted Aziraphale by complete accident. He hardly paid attention to the steady stream of angels making their way to and fro anymore, and he can’t say why Aziraphale caught his eye when not much did, in those days. Anyway, Aziraphale was so completely unremarkable in every way. He held his wings back the same way everyone else did, his halo perfectly balanced over his head; even his smile was familiar. He was, in all possible ways, a carbon copy of all the rest, but he wore his skin like an ill-fitting glove, as if he’d never quite mastered how to make it his own. Crowley was hooked on it. 

8.) Crowley was so busy staring he didn’t notice the Seraphim gradually leaning into his space, awaiting a response to a question he hadn’t heard. She bristled when she noticed his wandering attention, so he took a stab in the dark and said yes, that was rather interesting. He watched Aziraphale walk uncomfortably between other angels and thought, Very, very interesting.

quick tangent, this was a real comment i had next to the third point

i already answered the “steve?” question, which u can find on this post!! it’s the first two excerpts of writing. 

“wouldn’t it be knife” is blank salkfjasfj. i’m so sorry!! i think it was meant to be an abigail hobbs fic, but i haven’t actually figured out how i want it to go. in other news, i’m going into witness protection. 

“music wiki” was actually meant to be a gift for my friend like ... five years ago. it’s a viktuuri musician au that i haven’t made any progress in bc ik nothing abt music. unfortunately, the writing is very bad and i can’t, in good conscience, force u to read it, but just know that all i have to show for half a decade of work is 359 words. truly awe-inspiring what i can accomplish when i put my mind to it. 

[noahhernandez]

2/9/2015 v. 8/11/2020

1:Talk about the first time you watched your favorite movie. My favorite movie is Scream, and it started when I saw the midnight premier of Scream 4 with my dad back when I was in 8th grade, then Scream 1 came on AMC late on night and I just really like it

I still think Scream is one of my favorites, but Halloween has jumped up there just because I am obsessed with all things horror really lol. I started to love Halloween because of the new trilogy.

2:Talk about your first kiss. It’s really not that interesting but really like embarrassing. It was with my first boyfriend and I had just turned 15 and we were at the school just walking around and we went into the band hall and I was like ok im leaving and he was like wait and we kissed and i was like o

the same ! 

3:Talk about the person you’ve had the most intense romantic feelings for. I never really have had intense feelings for anyone. I d k

One my exes- I mean we were dating for awhile so that’s pretty intense to me. 

4:Talk about the thing you regret most so far. I regret… Nothing really I mean, I have done really bad things in my life, but i don’t regret them

I regret failing like 2 semesters of college lmao and almost dropping out. If i didn’t then I would 1- would have been done earlier and 2- would have already completed a year of grad school but IDK also another is wasting lots of money in 2017-2018

5:Talk about the best birthday you’ve had. The best birthday I’ve had was.. Idk This year was was nice I saw Iggy Azalea in concert, then I celebrated my friends’ birthday then mine and it was just everyone got to get together so ya this year my 18th

For my 21st birthday I went to Portland, Oregon and spent the weekend there and it was pretty and my first time there so it was nice despite what I think about PDX now. I don’t even know what I was doing for my 19 and 20th birthday lol. 

6:Talk about the worst birthday you’ve had. My 17th birthday because I was stuck 2 hours away from home with a bunch of nerds doing a band competition 

That is still probably my worst birthday. I forget to mention that I was gone literally from like 7am to midnight. They werent a bunch of loser nerds, they were my friends, but I still wish I was just at home lol. 

7:Talk about your biggest insecurity. I am skinny, but not fit. If I eat anything I get this like stomach and it makes me so sad. and ever since I got a job I work odd hours and I eat a lot of fast food and I’ve gained 10 pounds in 2 years and I guess i’m insecure about my weight

I am still insecure about my weight, and I probably weight like 5 pounds more than I did when I made this post 5 1/2 years ago. 

8:Talk about the thing you are most proud of. We have band banquets for band, and I only went my sophomore and junior year, and seniors give out awards to underclassmen that are just jokes really, and both years 4 different seniors gave me an award for being the biggest gossip in the entire band and I was proud of that lol

Well since then I have graduated both high school and college. I am proud that I finished college !! A BS in Psych. Proud of myself that I got promoted (in 2017) at my job; i’m proud of myself that I have my own apartment, and blah blah basically just doing regular adult shit. 

9:Talk about little things on your body that you like the most. I like my nose because of how perfectly fixed it is. I also really like my freckles/moles/dark marks idk what they are exactly, but they’re on my face and they look great

I still feel the same way about this, maybe add my eyebrows- they’re not like clean and nice they’re just expression markers on my face that i love.

10:Talk about the biggest fight you’ve ever had. I got into a fight with my old friend Angelica and that was almost 4 months ago and we used to be best friends and now we never talk.

When Janett didn’t talk to me all summer of 2019 because I told our other friend Angel something

11:Talk about the best dream you’ve ever had. I cant remember one 12:Talk about the worst dream you’ve ever had. I can’t remember one

13:Talk about the first time you had sex/how you imagine your first time. The closest thing i’ve had to like sex was being locked in a back of an SUV with a stranger drunk as fuck and naked and its embarrassing

Just awkward and nothing to which I expected. 

14:Talk about a vacation. When I was 16, the high school band took a trip to Hawaii, and all my friends were in band so it was great. We did a lot of things, we toured Pearl Harbor and even played a few patriotic songs on the USS Miss. and our hotel was on Wakiki beach. I went snorkeling in some beautiful water and shit and idk just walked all around Hawaii having a great time omg we got on stage at the Hard Rock Cafe and sang with German people i miss it

Hm that was fun. But I.. went to NY with my ex and that was pretty cool because I literally love New York, and I went to NOLA two years ago (today actually) and got miserably drunk so that was fun too 

15:Talk about the time you were most content in life. Probably just in the middle of junior year when everything and everyone was going with the flow

I feel like 2016 was a very content year because I remember nothing about it. 

16:Talk about the best party you’ve ever been to. Idk which one to talk about the one where I had a lot of fun and risked my life or the one where there was a lot of drama stirred up and drank myself to sadness. 

I haven’t really been to a party? I have gone out and had good times. Really anytime my friends and I go out I am having a good time 

17:Talk about someone you want to be friends with. I am already friends with people I want to be friends with

18:Talk about something that happened in elementary school. I kissed a boy on the back of the head and i told I just fell onto his head

Let me think of another one. Back in like fourth grade my friend was in a wheel chair and his backpack was falling from the back and I was trying to grab it and i was only 3 feet tall i couldnt see over or wasnt paying attention and i crashed him right into the bookshelves at the library. 

19:Talk about something that happened in middle school. A girl was mad at me because idk why lol and she pushed me in the hall way and I fucking flew across that hall on the floor and hit the wall she’s pregnant now

When I was in 5th grade (which is considered middle school in my district) I was standing on the play ground and someone threw a stick at my head and it knocked me the fuck out and I was bleeding from my temple.

20:Talk about something that happened in high school. In Jr. Year I was pulling into the parking lot but I was texting and I accidentally put half my car on grass area near the side walk luckily it was 7am and only one person saw me do it lol

One summer going into our senior year we had a party at Michelle’s house. First of all we were very drunk and Coby’s parents were like we are coming over and we cleaned TF UP so fast and sat on the couch and turned on I Know What You Did Last Summer and his parents were like interesting and and left and then we continued to drink anyways- we started playing truth or dare and my friend Angelica was like I dare u to kiss Anthony (someone I had liked prior) and he wouldnt and we started attacking him and calling him homophobic and hitting him with pillows lmao- him and I are still friend-ish

21:Talk about a time you had to turn someone down. I can’t think of something right now.

Literally anyone on grindr.

22:Talk about your worst fear. I’m afraid of having no career and being stuck doing something I hate and living paycheck to paycheck

Yeah, I’m scared of that still but I.. think just like being broke and jobless. RN with the pandemic we aren’t really working and still getting gov’t assistance, so.  IDK being a real real adult scares me a lot. 

23:Talk about a time someone turned you down. I can’t think of a time :)

One time in like 2016 maybe idk - this dude told me to come over and he lived far like not that far maybe 25 minutes lol far for me anyways I got to his apartment and there was a gate code and i asked him what it was and he didnt answer and it was like 2-3am and nobody was coming in or out and so i was like damn this sucks lmao

24:Talk about something someone told you that meant a lot. Nothing really has meant a lot to me. Everyone tells me the same thing over and over again and its so surface level

I still can’t think of anything but I’m sure the friends I have met since this and my friends Faith, Michelle, Peter, and Alisa have said something supportive that meant a lot to me. 

25:Talk about an ex-best friend. Angelica Ramirez. She was my best friend for only 3 years, but together we went through A LOT of shit. We started out senior year just fine, but she lied about a few things and made a lot of us feel like crap in October. I won’t lie, I do miss her. We have too many memories to just forget, too many funny stories and great adventures. She helped me with too much, and sometimes I think about how I cut her out of my life and I mad a bad choice. But only time can heal things and I have moved on and truly found people that won’t make me mad every 30 seconds. 

Brianna Pajak, I don’t remember anything about her except she was poor and we stopped being friends because she always wanted to fight and be annoying. 

26:Talk about things you do when you’re sick. Lay on bed on my computer and watch TV

I normally just suffer and cry about wishing I was healthy again.

27:Talk about your favorite part of someone else’s body. Their…!!>>>??? 

I must have nice hands and ur nose must be nice too! so nose and hands. lol

28:Talk about your fetishes. none

yeah I don’t have any lol not that I can think of. 

29:Talk about what turns you on. Idk i really like kissing and touching and this is awkward. 

30:Talk about what turns you off. bad breath by

that and ugly/rough hands, acne sorry i know it is natural but, shorter than me lol, white people, long hair on guys, and thats about it i think hm i am single yes 

31:Talk about what you think death is like. I think its like idk its scary tho

um idk i dont like thinking about death because i literally want to cry when i think about it. 

32:Talk about a place you remember from your childhood. I remember being in trees a lot

My step grandma’s a lot because my parents were working and she would watch us. She passed away about a month ago :( 

33:Talk about what you do when you are sad. I usually only tell one person and that person is Alisa and I cry sometimes to her and expect her to make things better and she does thank u

I be doing the same thing, I text someone and that person could really be anyone but it happened the other day and I texted Bri and she was very helpful. 

34:Talk about the worst physical pain you’ve endured. I have no idea, I’ve never broken pulled strained twisted fractures or anything i have no life

I still haven’t done any of that stuff to my body. I also have burn scars but I did not feel those when it was happening. I would just say i guess my wisdom teeth coming in because I did not get them removed. I have 3 out lol.

35:Talk about things you wish you could stop doing. Pushing potential love interests away 

I have had some ‘love interests’ since this post, but it’s been about a year now since and I kind of push away the opportunity of getting close to someone. I also need to stop being a bitch sometimes. 

36:Talk about your guilty pleasures. eating 

I would say idk eating was a stupid answer. 

37:Talk about someone you thought you were in love with. never

I was in love and i didn’t ‘think’ I was in love. I don’t know what you mean by talk about them, they were my partner but we broke up hehe.

38:Talk about songs that remind you of certain people. Fireflies by Owl City reminds me of my 7th grade crush Fancy by Iggy Azalea reminds me of my two friends Michelle and Alisa idk anything else

um Idk. i rly cant think  39:Talk about things you wish you’d known earlier. I wish I would have known that

That it’s okay to tell people you’re struggling lol . That is okay to fail sometimes (school).  40:Talk about the end of something in your life. everything is just about to start

When I ended how to get away with murder I wish I never did I love that show with all my heart. 

[modernlcve]

*  —  stats —   kelsey dyer !

* — basics !

full name:   kelsey nicole dyer. nickname(s):   none standard. age:   twenty-two. date of birth:   december fourth. place of birth:   boston,   massachusetts. gender:   female. pronouns:   she / her. sexual orientation:   bisexual. level of education:   high school graduate.

* — physical !

tattoos:  none. piercings:   ears pierced twice,  right cartilege pierced.   used to have her belly button pierced, but she’s someone’s mom now. notable features:   big ol’ doe eyes. weakness(es):   too trusting :pensive: scar(s):   a faint one,   right above her left eyebrow.

* — domestic !

occupation:   front end clerk at the superstore. residence:  lives in an apartment with anthony. social class:   upper middle class. parents:   joseph dyer,   age 49,   a contractor,   he can’t relate to kelsey on much, but they try their best to get along. heather dyer,  age 48,    the parent kelsey has historically been closest with. siblings:   joseph dyer jr,   age 26,   the most supportive member of her family by far.   he takes being the oldest serious.   cameron dyer,  age 9,   a fundamentally good kid,   even if won’t stop getting caught drawing dicks in the window on the bus. children:   indigo harding,   who is born the second i post this.    she’s an aries destined 2 overpower kelsey One Day. extended family:  her father has 3 sisters,   they spend holidays with her paternal grandparents and then all her cousins and stuff.

* — personality !

positive traits:   lively.   big-hearted.   encouraging. negative traits:   naive.   judgemental.   holds a grudge. myers-briggs ( x ):   enfp,   the campaigner. temperament:   sanguine. moral alignment:   neutral good. horoscope:  sagittarius,   the archer. hogwarts house:  gryffindor.

* — favorites !

movie:    uptown girls. tv show:   america’s next top model. book:   the wizard of oz by l frank baum. drink:   cherry cola. food:   mac n cheese. animal:   raccoons. color:   lavender. song:   long live by taylor swift. artist:   britney spears. celebrity crush:   chris hemsworth.

* — impressions !

first impression:  she makes a decent first impression. she lacks a filter and can sometimes cross a line with things she says without realizing it,  but,   for the most part,   she’s pretty bubbly and friendly and all that. self impression:   she’s got a healthy self esteem,   for the most part.   she thinks she has a good head on her shoulders and a strong moral code.   she thinks she treats people well,   and that’s what really matters. lover impression:   she’s a good girlfriend,   i think. supportive,   tries to relate to their interests  ( even if she simply cannot get baseball ).   she thinks there’s power in little things and rolls with that.

* — et cetera !

turn ons:   tall people.   ambition.   kindness. turn offs:   condescension.   hipsters.   mustaches. drink/drugs/smoke:   yes/weed/no. dominant hand:   left,  but claims to be ambidextrous,   her right hand just sucks. clean or messy:   messy. early bird or night owl:   night owl. hobbies or special talents:   she did ballet for years,   she’s a pretty good dancer.   she’s also double jointed and can do that thing where u flip ur eyelids inside out.

* — QUESTIONNAIRE !

01. where was your character born? what brought them to boston? what do they like most about the town?

kelsey was born in boston.   she’s stuck around because of circumstance,   she couldn’t afford to go off far after she graduated,   and her family needed her to stick around a little,   but she doesn’t know if she would have left,   even if she could.   she doesn’t think about it much anyway,   because she knows boston is where she’s meant to be:   if she hadn’t been here,   she wouldn’t have met anthony,   she wouldn’t have had indigo,   and it just feels like it’s where she really truly belongs at this point in time,   at least.

02. who are your character’s friends and family? who do they surround themselves with? who are the people your character is closest to?

in the past year,   kelsey’s really been Figuring this out.   her relationship with a lot of her friends and family changed after she got pregnant.   she’s never been exceptionally close with her father,   and he’s tried his best to be cool about all this,   but it took a toll on her relationship with her mother.  they were always close,   but her mom is just Simply not jiving with the decisions kelsey’s been making.   her brothers have passed less judgement,   and of her actual family,   she’d say she’s closest to them  ( even her mom has Limited her access to cameron lately ).   but anyways all that is part of the reason she’s so apt to call her palls from the superstore her family.   she really does consider them her closest friends,   as they’re people who didn’t start treating her different.   she feels like nobody skipped a beat.   outside of that,   there’s anthony,   of course,   and by extension of him,   the college Gang.   she doesn’t feel as Welcome among their ranks:   she knows she isn’t as fancy or smart as most of them and just tries to keep to herself when they’re all out.

03. what is your character’s biggest fear? who have they told this to? who would they never tell this to? why?

kelsey’s current biggest fear is that her mother is right,   and she is messing up her life or anthony’s with having this baby,   or that she just generally won’t be a good mom.   most of her is confident she’s doing the right thing:   she’s excited to be a mom,   she loves anthony,   she feels like they’re gonna get through this.   but she knows it won’t be a walk in the park,   and she’s not stupid enough to not realize that people don’t see her as the Most Competent.   she’s ready to give it her all,   and work to make it all fall into place,   but she’s worried she won’t be enough,   and she’ll screw up indigo,   and ruin things for anthony,   and mess up her life.   she’s probably pretty open about this,  in the kind of way where she’s looking for validation.   its a conversation she’s had with anthony more than once.   she’s never tell her mother this,   she’s not about to give her the satisfaction.

04. has your character ever been in love? had a broken heart?

kelsey had two “”serious” partners before anthony:   a high school sweetheart  ( a football player who proposed to her before they graduated,   prompting her to call it off )  and a Grown Up relationship  ( a girlfriend she had fresh out of high school,   she dumped kelsey before she studied abroad,   didn’t want to be held back ).   she thought she loved both of them and felt pretty heartbroken after they were out of her life.   being In Love with anthony has definitely  made her reconsider how intense she thought those relationships were,   but ultimately,   she doesn’t discredit them because they were so important to her at the time,   she’s taken the thank u next approach.

06. it’s saturday at noon. what is your character doing? give details.

if she’s not working,   she’s probably either goofing off on youtube enjoying a grilled cheese or,   in recent weeks,   she’s taken to scouring mommy forums online that,   quite frankly,   scare the shit out of her.   she’s been trying to do things like take midday naps and go see rated r movies while she still can,   so maybe she’s out there just fucking around and enjoying her freedom.

07. what is one strong memory that has stuck with your character since childhood?

kelsey did ballet for most of her life,   from age 5 through all the way through high school.   she remembers sitting in her mother’s bathroom before one of her first recitals,   getting all dolled up in the mandatory makeup:   mascara,   lipstick,   all that jazz.   she remembers how grown it made her feel,   even if her eyes watered and ruined the mascara twice,   and it frankly stands out to her more than the recital itself.

09. what is something that upsets your character? where do they go when they’re upset?

kelsey is a Bit Tender and a lot of things make her upset,   at least on a surface level.   but it takes more to actually get under her skin and make her Truly Upset.   its mostly people related,   rude little comments with bite,   feeling like people don’t like her or judge her/someone she loves.   she’s protective of her brood.   when she’s upset,   she likes to curl up in bed with junk food and watch a little mindless tv.   maybe it doesnt fix things,   but its a distraction.

10. when your character thinks of their childhood kitchen, what smell do they associate with it? why?

her dad is one of Those Guys that has a special chili recipe he’s Very much a diva about.   he made it at least weekly,   and the smell of it all sitting out to simmer for hours stands out to her.   she liked to help him with it,   it was one of the few things they could bond over.

[vermontparnasse]

les miserables review - u.s. tour (hartford) 10/7/17

ok, here we go.  sorry this took so long but i have never been less enthused to write a les mis review..... i hate to say it guys but this was probably the worst collective cast i have ever seen.  half of them were playing the wrong role and almost none of them had any chemistry with one another... i realize it's still very early on in the tour and they didn't have a very long rehearsal period but that's no excuse for the national tour to come across as amateur community theatre, which is tragically what i felt like i was watching  for most of those two and a half hours.  i do have a couple of positive things to say and there were a few standout performances, but mostly..... yikes.

nick cartell as valjean: i guess he did the best he could given that he was very, very, very, very badly miscast.  when your valjean would probably be a better fit for marius, you know you've got a problem.  he was too young by at least fifteen years, and the way he sang the score was an insufferable series of riffs - he was basically ramin without the ego and without the shirt ripping.  he was just very badly out of his depth.  i was prepared to be kinder to him in the second act - his bring him home was quite good and he aged better than i'd thought he was going to - but then at the moment of valjean's death when he sang 'forgive me all my trespasses' he literally SPRANG out of the chair, like dying had rejuvenated him.  it was bad guys.

josh davis as javert: does hayden tee have a brother........... anyway, the way he was singing the score i think he was trying to emulate earl by making his notes precise and crisp, but everything just came out really staccato and it was not pleasant to listen to.  he also jutted out his jaw every time he wanted to look menacing which achieved a comedic disney villain effect, a la hayden.  stars was definitely the highlight - he sang and acted it much better than anything else... otherwise, it was just a mess.  he literally came across as drunk during his suicide - like he wasn't killing himself because of his inability to reconcile valjean's mercy with his personal view of the world, he was killing himself because he'd stayed at the bar too late and had one too many.  i have no idea what sort of journey he thought his character was on, but it just wasn't javert.

melissa mitchell as fantine: i'm sorry but this woman cannot act to save her life...... the way she carried herself was so modern, i don't know how to explain it but the way she moved was just so off and it was really distracting?  and her whole performance was just going through the motions, like "and still i dream he'll come to me... time to run to the left of the stage!" "life has killed the dream i dreamed.... time to glance over my shoulder dramatically!"  it was just all so artificial and inauthentic, you could practically see the stage directions in front of her eyes.  and don't get me started on the dying moment where she reaches her arm out and then collapses......... lord.  bad.

jillian butler as cosette: she was good!!  i mean... idk, i don't have a whole lot to say about her.  after seeing sam hill and alex finke in the role repeatedly, both of whom are absolutely superb, it's kinda hard to live up to that... jillian didn't take it to the next level or expand on their performances in any way - it was a very basic, pared down, 'hi i'm sweet and lonely' cosette, but there's nothing wrong with that?  she was solid and i have no complaints with her, but it wasn't a particularly memorable performance.

joshua grosso as marius: the best performance of the night, thank fuckin god!!!!!!!!  it has been so long since i have seen an adequate marius!!!!!!!!  i didn't agree with 100% of his choices (e.g., in AHFOL rather than singing "dear mademoiselle" he sort of squeaks it in a high pitched voice which is cute and appropriately awkward but i didn't totally connect w/ that decision because i love hearing that line sung) BUT he really understood the character and he didn't have too many moments like that of derailing the score.  i loved how awkward and genuine he was with cosette, and i loved how serious his reaction was to valjean's confession.  it was an all-around solid performance that was filled with the appropriate level of sincerity.  my biggest complaint is the mientus-esque crocodile tears after eponine's death, but i'm tentatively blaming that on direction.

phoenix best as eponine: she was terrible.  maybe she hadn't gotten any sleep the night before, because the whole time she looked like she'd rather be in bed.  dead eyes, no expression, dead on her feet, fake punches looking incredibly weak and stagey, having to be dragged around the stage by the other actors.  there was no fight to her, she was just resigned and dull.  her voice is tinny and not terribly pleasant to listen to, but i'd have forgiven that for a solid performance... which unfortunately we did not get.  though i WILL give her credit for on my own - there was some weird hammering or some shit going on backstage throughout that song but she pushed through admirably.  but otherwise, she was a pretty big disappointment.

matt shingledecker as enjolras: chelsea said after the show "enjolras was a literal frat boy, was he leading them to a revolution or to the club?" and i can't really beat that.  his enjolras basically was a rich young boy playing a game.

j. anthony crane as thenardier: he was rly fantastic!!!!  god after cliff saunders and whoever tf else we had to suffer through on bway, i would have welcomed just about anyone.... i mean, i have long ago reconciled myself to the fact that i will never see this character played the way i'd like to in an ideal world, because he's just become OTT comic relief, and j. anthony crane certainly has those OTT moments (notably in dog eats dog) BUT compared to the sort of nonsense that we are used to, it is such a toned down performance and there's actually a hint of something sinister lurking beneath the comedy.  i only hope he doesn't try to play up the laughs too much as the tour goes on.

allison guinn as mme. thenardier: meanwhile............ the most hammy performance i have EVER seen in this role.  it's a rare day that i just try to ignore mme. t and focus on thenardier when they're on stage together, but here we are.  god, she was insufferable, and she gave that kind of 'i'm so clever and above all of you' performance on top of the OTT humor that i absolutely loathe.

let's see, what else is there to say.

- 'give way, javert' is back after the sewers.  not sure why but i'm into it.

- SO MANY actors were singing on the beat...... i think the foreman was the worst offender ('YOU. PLAY. A. VIR. GIN. IN. THE. LIGHT. BUT. NEED. NO. UR. GING. IN. THE. NIGHT.') but it was honestly so many cast members and it was distracting af???

- but otherwise, a rly promising ensemble!!!!  i liked almost everyone who didn't have a main role lmao.  

- though they RLY need to work on their blocking....... again, i know it's early in the tour so i'm rly hoping this improves, but this production was just messy.  stage punches look fake, characters who are meant to interact at certain moments barely look at each other, just a lot of inauthentic movement that can only improve with more rehearsals.

- omg this is such a minor thing that i liked....... ok so you know how in the bway production they had fantine's first customer be the foreman?  i never saw any particular reason for that, but in this production when fantine is being offered to the foreman she has her back turned, and when she's handed to him she turns around and he sees her face and he laughs when he recognizes her, and the irony of the moment is so sad that i found myself rly moved by it.

- andrew love is a fuckin gift.  will someone make him principal javert already.

bottom line: what can i say....... i was mostly just rly let down.  of the nine main roles i mentioned here, i really enjoyed two (one of which was thenardier lmfao like who even cares about thenardier???), i didn’t mind one, and the rest were just bad.  that’s 2/3 of the main cast i thought were either playing the wrong role or had no business playing any role in les mis at all.  i can only hope they get stronger as a group as the tour goes on, because maybe if i’d felt more camaraderie between them the whole thing wouldn’t have left me so cold?  that was one of les mis bway’s strengths imo - the entire cast just worked so well together.  the tour cast did not.  unless i hear that they get better in upcoming months, i will not be making any more pilgrimages to see this cast.

[queendophne]

Love at First Note

Pairing: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Stony

For: Stony Bingo Round Two fill

Prompt: Secret Admirer

Summary: (PART 1/3) Tony got a note! Finally! Wait. What if it was Justin being mean to him? Tony no longer wanted to chance a look. Tony studied the badly folded paper in his hands studying it. "Why don’t you take a look, Anthony?" his teacher smiled warmly at him after bending down to be eye level with him. Tony looked at his teacher’s encouraging face before opening the folds of the paper with shaking hands.

Notes: the first two parts of this fill are Tony and Steve in Kindergarten. The eiplogue or last part is their wedding. There is a cute fluffy fic. I had fun writing this! Enjoy

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Tony was five. The smartest five-year-old in the world according to his mama and his mama was always right. Still, it was hard being too smart for his age. No one liked Tony much. The only friends he had could be counted on one hand, Pepper, Rhodey, Happy and Bruce. Though a lot of times he felt like he was forcing himself on them. He was not much fun. Not really. But he does buy them a lot of gifts. Hopefully, that will be enough to keep them around. They were the bestest and most fun group of people. Tony did not need anyone else! It just hurt that he was alone in his kindergarten class until after twelve when Tony, along with Bruce, heads to big kid school where he spends his time with his friends.

Though, lately, Tony has been bluer than normal. His teacher had started the anonymous compliment baggies this quarter and everyone got something except Tony. It had been two weeks and not a single compliment was paid. Tony had given many of his classmates compliments in hope of getting something but this activity seemed to cement how much his peers did not like him. At least Bruce in the next class over got some notes which made Tony happy. If he could he would give Bruce his own notes but the teacher specified only to compliment their classmates.

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His friends tried to cheer Tony up. Pepper gave Tony her last cookie, Rhodey gave him his latest robot toy to borrow, Happy punched Tony lightly in the arm trying to show affection, and Bruce had given Tony a ‘secret compliment’ in person while in the car on their way to big kid school. He really did have the bestest friends but it was not enough. It should be and that made Tony angry at himself but like any kid, he just wants to fit in and be normal.

"Yo ‘ony," Justin came up behind Tony’s desk on Monday the third week into the quarter, "did you get any notes yet?" Justin snickered while his goonies joined in. Tony could feel his face flame up in shame and anger. It was not his fault no one wanted to talk to him. Right? His mama had told him so.

"Go ‘way ‘ustin!" Tony said in reply. He hated Justin more than anyone he knew, even more than his father which was saying something.

"Oh? ‘onna make me?" Justin teased leaning forward invading more of Tony’s space. Tony glared angrily up at Justin from his seat. Tony was not afraid of Justin, not one bit!

"No, but I will," a third voice joined the conversation. Tony turned to see Steve walk into Tony’s classroom looking determined and angry. Steve was a kid from Bruce’s class. He always seemed so cool and fun to hang around but Tony was too shy to talk to him longer than to say ‘hello’. Tony vaguely wondered why Steve was in his classroom instead of his own before focusing back on the situation.

"Steve! My fwiend-" "we aw not fwiends," Steve cuts in looking at Justin seriously stepping in-between Justin and Tony. Tony just silently watched the interaction not really knowing what to do. This was his chance to talk to Steve! He should say something! Anything! But he didn’t. Tony just sat there silent even as Justin and his goons walked away. Even as Steve turned to smile his brilliant smile at him. Even as Steve bid him goodbye.

Tony was silent. He was so stupid. So much for smartest five-year-old, his mama lied to him.

Tony came into class in the morning to see everyone checking their baggies for messages from the day before. Tony was tempted to ignore the daunting paper bag with his name on it but something told him that he should look. Maybe today was the day his luck would finally show up. He did not let his hopes up too much.

Tony’s bag was hanging a little over his head. He had to reach up on his tiptoes to push his hand in the baggie. At first, Tony did not feel anything but surprisingly he felt a small piece of paper hiding in the corner of the bag. Nervous and excited Tony pulled the paper out of the bag so quick that he had ripped his baggie pretty badly. He freaked a bit but it was quickly trumped by the happiness of getting a note.

Tony got a note! Finally! Wait. What if it was Justin being mean to him? Tony no longer wanted to chance a look. Tony studied the badly folded paper in his hands studying it. "Why don’t you take a look, Anthony?" his teacher smiled warmly at him after bending down to be eye level with him.

Tony looked at his teacher’s encouraging face before opening the folds of the paper with shaking hands. Tony read the small note. He read it again and again. It was written in crayon and badly spelled but it read,

‘I tink u r ausome!’

Tony blushed at the words not really believing that this note was meant for him. Maybe someone had mistaken his bag for someone else’s. His teacher looked pleased and Tony felt a little hope. Even if this was a mistake, this was his. A message. A compliment. No one could take that away from him.

In a hurry, Tony rushed to his bag and took out his pencil case and placed the paper inside after folding it again keeping its bad folds and all. It was perfect just the way it was.

Tony could not stop smiling for the rest of the day. He went up to Rhodey at the beginning of class to show him the folded paper. Tony did not unfold it. He wanted to keep it to himself. Rhodey just laughed at Tony’s antics and told him to sit his butt down on the chair next to him or Happy was going to take it.

When Tony got home, he rushed inside to show Jarvis and his mama that he got his first compliment! Jarvis took Tony to the kitchen, rummaged around a bit and pulled out a small rectangular box. Jarvis explained that this box has a secret power, it holds treasures forever and ever. He handed it to Tony to use as a safe keeper for his note with a warning to take good care of it. Tony knew enough that the box held no such power but it excited him all the same to have something valuable to hold and to cherish from a man he loved dearly.

The note was placed softly onto the metal bottom of the box. Tony wanted to handle it all with extreme care. This was his note. He will look at it forever and always.

The next day Tony came running into his classroom. He almost fell a few times on his way to it but he got there without a single scratch. Tony did not care but he was proud that he was able to keep his balance. But standing in front of the paper bag, that had been so kindly replaced, with his name on it, brought back the feeling of anxiety and fear. What if it was a one time fluke? What if it really was an accident? What if the kid only did it once out of pity?

A hundred thoughts ran through his mind as he stared down the bag. Maybe he could will the note into existence. With slow and unsure steps, Tony walked up to the bag, lifted his hand in, and pulled out two pieces of badly folded papers.  The first was another note that read,

‘Tony is SUPER smart. U gave me ur last biscuit. Thank you.’

The second paper was a drawing. It was a good art piece for a five-year-old to have drawn. Or at least Tony thought so. He figured that was all that mattered. The drawing was, of course, him standing in the center with two large brown eyes, dark curls on his head, with flimsy stick figure hands and feet popping out of a boxy t-shirt and shorts. The drawing made him laugh. Tony loved the drawing very, very much.

After that, Tony had come to expect something in the paper bag. There were times that he had not gotten anything but always seemed to recieve a few extra by the same hand a day later to make it up. His treasure box was starting to get full of these wonderous notes and drawings. Tony had seen a lot of the other kid’s notes and found that none of them were from his complimentor.

This made Tony curious. He, too, wanted to give back to them. He wanted to find the person to repay them in kind. He talked to Bruce about it but his friend had said that it was against the rules so he should not do it. Tony was born to break rules so he decidedly ignored Bruce’s advice. Pepper agreed with Bruce but Happy and Rhodey were more than glad to help Tony come up with a plan to find the admirer.

Tony just really wanted to know who it was and pay them back. Buy them a gift so that they would like him. He just really wanted to make this person his friend. He was going to succeed. Do it secretly so that neither the teachers or his classmates found out about it. The plan did not leave the confines of his four, soon to be five, friends.

Steve came to his class to see his best friend, Bucky, though Tony liked to just call him James because there was only one room for a nicknamed James in Tony’s mind and that was Rhodey. He sat next to him talking a bit and asking him over to play this weekend and Tony really wished he was in James’ spot. He liked Steve just as much as James did! What did Steve not see it? Tony just pouted staring at his desk.

No matter. Once Tony found his secret admirer Tony would no longer need Steve. Not like they were friends really so Tony was not going to lose anything…well Tony still wanted to be Steve’s friend but that was never going to happen! Plus, Tony was now busy trying to find his secret admirer.

“Hey ‘ony,” Steve crossed the room to stand in front of the small brunette. Tony blinked up at him a few times before looking back at his stack of papers for math problems he had to finish for his big kid school math teacher.

“Hi,” Tony finally managed to squeak out, “you like 'tar ‘rek?” Stupid question Tony.

“‘tar ‘rek? Nope,” Steve tilted his head a little smiling shyly at him.

“Oh, uh, it’s about ou'erspace,” Tony clarified trying to dumb down the concept of Star Trek so that Steve could understand it.

“I like ou’erspace,” Steve giggled, “maybe you cou’ show it to me! Come over this wee'end! ‘ucky’s coming too.”

“Okay,” Tony finally replied after a long silence between them.

“Okay see you ‘a’er Tony,” Steve waved at him before leaving the classroom. Tony whispered a small goodbye in return but Steve was already too far to hear it.

Tony lingered a little longer watching Steve leave the classroom before pulling out his small notebook he had written his plan on. It was simple enough, Tony was going to hide under the teacher’s table after class and watch his bag from there. Surely his secret admirer will place it in before they leave.

So after class, Tony waited. And waited but no one came up to his bag. He sat there long after all his classmates have gone but it seemed that no one put anything in his bag. Maybe today was an off day. He will try again tomorrow. Tony quickly ran to his car so he was not late to match class at his big kid school. His teacher hated tardiness.

Tony tried again every day that week. He stayed after everyone else but somehow he seems to miss them. Tony was starting to get angry and sad. He just wanted to give them a gift and be their friend! Why were they making his life difficult!

“You know,” Rhodey supplied putting his sandwich down, “maybe try going earlier in the morning. They could come in early and put in your bag before anyone else comes in.”

“I hate ‘ornings!” Tony complained and pouted at the prospect of having to get up earlier than usual so he could get to class before everyone else.

“It is only until you find out who this secret admirer is,” Pepper supplied encouragingly. Tony turned his pout on her making Pepper giggle and pet his head.

“Maybe I shou’ ‘ive up,” Tony sighed defeated. He could feel tears welling up in his eyes at the idea of failing to find out who his secret admirer was.

“Tony Stark gives up on nothing!” Happy replied slamming his fist on the table in determination making Tony jump. He knew that Happy meant well but sometimes he did things a bit dramatically. Still, he inspired Tony to try catching his admirer in the morning.

This was such a bad idea. Tony was not a morning person at all.

Tony sat shocked in his spot behind the desk. He had found his secret admirer! But of all the people, Tony did not expect it to be him. Still, he did not mind the fact that James was putting the notes in his bag but he did care to the fact that James looked super annoyed doing so. Why would a person put a compliment in another’s bag while being grumpy about doing so?

Well, at least he knew who his secret admirer was. It was not Steve, obviously, but James was not a bad choice. He could work with that. So operation befriending James was ago!

“Hey ‘ony,” Steve had stepped up behind him making Tony jump, “what’ya doing?”

“Steve!” Tony greeted back looking around nervously.

“You coming tomowow?” Steve asked looking nervous as well.

Tony blinked. This was the perfect opportunity to make friends with James and Steve! This was perfect! “Yeah! I will come!” Tony responded enthusiastically.

“Great! See you,” Steve ran off again to see James before he leaves to his own classroom. Tony watched the two interact before turning to his bag and collect his notes.

This note read,

‘ Can’t wait for outer space! See u this weekend!

P.S ma helped me spell. Because you are smart

so you know how to read’

This confused Tony greatly. The only person Tony talked to about outer space to was Steve trying to tell him about Star Trek. Did Steve tell James about it too? Well no matter. This changes nothing. The plan to befriend James was underway!

Tony held the wrapped boxes in his hands nervously. He did not know what to get Steve or James as befriending gifts. They were hard but Tony settled on something small. For Steve, Tony got a full box of crayola crayons with every color. For James, Tony got him a complete set of toy cars. He knew James likes to play racer with his rundown cars that he keeps in his pockets. He hoped that they liked his gifts.

Tony barely made it to the door of Steve’s apartment before the door swung open for him to come in. Steve looked so happy to see Tony and it made Tony feel a nervous kind of joy flutter in his chest as he walked in. Steve led Tony to his room where James had already set up his shop of cars he was playing with.  

“What you got in your ‘ands ‘ony?” Steve asked tilting his head curiously. Tony jumped a bit before rushing to hand both Steve and James their gifts. Both boys looked confused but they opened the gifts anyways.

“They a’e ‘ifts,” Tony replies, “uh, fow both of you.”

“It’s not my birthday,” Steve looks confused but there is a little happiness there too. Tony fidgeted in his spot not really knowing how to respond to that.

“‘ink we aw too poow?” James asked throwing the new toy cars on the ground, “I don’t wike gifts.”

“‘ucky!” Steve glares at James. Tony just stared at the box James had thrown devastated. He had screwed this up. He had screwed this up so badly. He felt tears well up in his eyes but he refused to cry in front of them so he ran out of the room in desperation to find the bathroom.

“‘ony!” Tony heard Steve call for him but Tony ignored him in favour of finding the bathroom. He opened the first door he found and luckily enough it was the bathroom. Closing the door, Tony dropped to his knees and cried.  

All he wanted was to make friends. The only way he knew how to was to get them gifts. Was that not how friends do it? Justin did it all the time! Look at all the friends he has!

Tony cried harder.

After a few minutes, Tony heard a knock on the door. Tony tried to ignore it but he was not home and it was rude to ignore someone in their own home. Reluctantly, Tony moved away from the door and let the person in. When the door opened, Steve was standing at the opening next to James and a woman Tony assumed was Steve’s mama.

“Hi Tony,” Steve’s mama greets, “I hope you don’t take James the wrong way. He comes from a different place and took your gift in the wrong way. What do you have to say for yourself James?”

“Sowy,” James apologized while looking at the ground, “I didn’t mean to ma’e you cwy.”

“I-it’s okay,” Tony sniffed standing up from the floor. Steve came up to Tony and pulled him into a tight hug before pulling Tony to James’ side.

“Let’s be fwends?” James asks quietly shuffling nervously.

“Yeah! Fwends!” Tony smiled taking both Steve’s and James’ hand in his own and dragged them back to Steve’s room.

Tony made new friends! He was so happy!

By the end of the quarter, Tony, Steve and James became good friends but it was Tony and Steve who grew exceptionally close. They almost inseparable and Tony was not scared to call Steve one of his best friends. Steve came to Tony’s class to talk to both him and James a lot after that day. They talked about everything or Tony talked and Steve listened. Steve was good at that and he seemed to enjoy it.

On the last day of class, Tony walked up to James with a note of his own making and handed it to James personally. He had wanted to thank James for all the nice messages he had given him over the activity and today was the last day to do so. He also wanted to thank him for giving Tony the courage to start a friendship with him and Steve because of it.

James took the paper with a questioning look but did not say anything. Tony watched James unfold the paper and read it’s contents before looking at Tony and saying, “wrong pewson.”

“Wha’?” Tony looked at James confused.

“I am not yow secwet admiwew,” James replied.

“But I saw you,” Tony looked even more confused.

James laughed, “it was Stevie. That dummy has been twying to  talk to you all yeaw. He made me do it because we awe in the same class.”

Of course. Tony should have known after getting to know Steve this past few weeks. That kid was the biggest sap.

“Yeah, you have no nice bone in yow body,” Tony teased James receiving a light punch on the shoulder.

“Go make him a new one,” James pointed at the door, “it will make the dummy happy.”

Tony did not run so fast in his life. For the first time in his short life, Tony’s math was wrong. Steve really was Tony’s secret admirer.

“Hey Steve,” Tony greeted

Steve smiled brightly in return, “hey ‘ony!”

“This is for you,” Tony handed him a neatly folded paper.

[elizaslegacy]

i want you to belong to me (chapter 2)

Period: modern

Pairings: Lin x reader, Anthony x reader

Warnings: cursing (as always)

The show went pretty smoothly your first few nights, although you had no previous experience to compare it to. You met the rest of the cast, and had found fast friends in Daveed and Phillipa (or as she affectionately told you to call her, Pippa). At some point during your fifth show, you snuck into the wings to watch pieces of the show. It was good. Like, really fucking good. The actors flawlessly portrayed their characters as if they had lived in their shoes in some sort of past life.

You giggled at Daveed’s French accent; you marveled at Pippa’s insane vocal talent. You thought your favorite part of Act 1 was definitely Satisfied. Renee was another level of talent. You joined the men in the cast for what was apparently a nightly tradition - a backstage dance party during The Schuyler Sisters. 

You had vaguely noticed Lin’s eyes scanning up and down your body as you danced, your hips rolling to the beat. You had immediately questioned your dancing skills and quickly toned it down; you didn’t want to embarrass yourself in front of your new coworkers just yet. 

During the intermission, you helped actors fix the makeup that they had sweat off - or in Anthony’s case, “accidentally” rubbed off. You were carefully combing through his curly locks with your fingers when Daveed and Lin walked in. The taller man was laughing hysterically, his wild curls bouncing as his body was racked with cackles. Lin looked extremely annoyed and almost a little flustered. You were surprised; it was a side to the outgoing man you had never seen before. 

“What’s up?” you inquired as you glanced at the pair in amusement. Lin rolled his eyes and plopped down in a chair. “Daveed’s being an ass, as usual,” he huffed. Daveed scoffed dramatically. “I am not!”

“Yes, you are.”

“Am not!”

“Are too.”

“You’re just annoyed because I figured out that-”

Lin cut the curly haired man off with a hard pillow to the face. You giggled amusedly, tapping Anthony’s shoulder to let him know that he could go. He flashed you a grateful smile and scampered out of the room.

Back on the other side of the room, Lin was still going after Daveed angrily as the other man continued to laugh. “Dude, I don’t know what you’re so mad about, it was so easy to figure out. You’re so obvious,” Daveed howled. “I can’t blame you though, she’s hot!” You considered what you had just heard slowly. Lin was interested in someone, and it was obvious enough for people to figure it out. You felt your heart sink the slightest bit. If it was so obvious, it must be someone else. Right? You were sure that you’d be able to tell if Lin was making advances on you.

Crestfallen, you decided to at least put an end to Lin’s embarrassment. “Hey! Diggs,” you called sternly. The gazes of the two men snapped up to you quickly. “Chair. Now.” Daveed scrambled towards you, sitting in front of you with a guilty smile. You rolled your eyes impatiently as you began to stretch the wig cap over his curly locks.

“(Y/N)?” Lin called softly. You glanced up at him quickly and saw the apprehensive look on his face.

“Yeah?”

You heard a deep breath from him; it was almost shaky. Daveed began cackling once again - god knows why - so you yanked on the curly haired man’s ear. That shut him up. “This Friday we’re having a little cast party,” Lin blurted out. “Well, not really little. Our cast isn’t really great at keeping gatherings small and casual. But it’s gonna be at this high end club and I was wondering-”

“Yes, I would like to go,” you cut in, watching a small smile play on Lin’s lips. You signaled to Daveed that he was done after fastening his wig on, and the taller man left. Lin moved to the chair in front of you. “You almost seemed nervous to ask me, Miranda,” you mused. You removed the elastic in his dark hair and began working some dry shampoo in with your fingers - the actors’ hair tended to get pretty nasty after a whole act of singing and dancing.

You watched as Lin bit his lip. “N-no...” he protested, shrugging casually. “Diggs was just making me nervous with the teasing is all.” You felt your heart sink the slightest bit for the second time that night. God, why were you so bitter that Lin was interested in someone? You barely knew the guy, and you hadn’t spent tons of time together. If anything, you had been avoiding him as a result of the weird feelings he seemed to breed within you.

Shaking the odd jealousy that plagued you away instantly, you pulled yourself out of your thoughts and realized that you had been just absentmindedly stroking and playing with Lin’s soft hair. You yanked your hands away nervously. He probably thinks I’m so fucking strange, you thought glumly as your cursed yourself. But then the strangest thing happened. As you removed your hands from gently running through Lin’s hair, he subconsciously moved his head back and followed them - almost like he was searching for the contact you had just deprived him of.

You didn’t know what to say, so you did the only thing you could think of - you wove your hands back into his hair and began stroking it again. Lin immediately let out a satisfied hum, causing you to crack a smile. “My god, I’ve found your weakness,” you gasped jokingly, attempting to shatter the silence. Lin looked up at you with those huge brown eyes in inquiry. You gestured to your hands, which were working their way through his long, dark locks. “Who would’ve thought that the Pulitzer Prize winning genius would come undone from getting his hair played with?”

Lin’s cheeks flushed with color and he avoided eye contact with you. You continued to grin at him despite his clear embarrassment. The loudspeaker interrupted the moment with a “Places everyone! Please get in your places for Act Two!” At that, he leapt out of your chair and darted towards the door. He was about to leave when you stopped him. “Lin,” you called out, hoping he wouldn’t ignore you.

Lin turned to face you, still making minimal eye contact with you. The blush hadn’t disappeared from his cheeks. “Yeah?” he murmured anxiously. You bit your lip, attempting to hold back an earsplitting smile.

“Your secret’s safe with me,” you assured the flustered man in front of you. “And if it’s worth anything, I think it’s really adorable.”

With that, Lin was gone in a flash of hunter green velvet.

You eyes stayed glued to the doorframe, the recent events playing through your head over and over again. That was very weird, but you didn’t really mind hearing that content little hum fro- stop it! You shut down that train of thought immediately; it was headed on a dangerous path towards affection and attraction. Lin has feelings for someone! you reminded yourself harshly. No matter how hard you tried, though, you couldn’t stop thinking back and smiling.

You unlocked your phone out of boredom, flipping through Instagram and Twitter as you longed for the comfort of your bed. That night, your plan was as follows: pour a glass of white wine, have a bubble bath, do a face mask, and fall asleep. You savored the thoughts of the haven that was your apartment; your phone buzzed with the notification of a new text message.

It was from Daveed. Great, you thought as you rolled your eyes. Shouldn’t he be, like, on stage actually doing his job? The text had been sent in a group chat with a bunch of random numbers.

Daveed: Hola HamFam. We still on for post show Chinese takeout and movies tonight?

You were about to type out a confused reply when texts from other numbers began flooding in.

1: Ooh yeah!

2: Hellz yes!

3: I’m down for some wine as well.

2: Boooooring. I was thinking shots

1: How has Ant not died from alcohol poisoning yet?

3: Some of us would actually like to function tomorrow, Ramos.

2: Y am i friends with u losers?

4: Lol i accidentally put my phone in my pocket and it was ringing off the hook during Hurricane

4: I screwed up like 50 times BAHAHA

2: Old Man Miranda strikes again

1: Back to tonight’s plans....who’s the new number in the group?

Daveed: It’s our new favorite lil lady (Y/N)

Daveed: @ lin ^^

4: I’m firing you from my show

4: Assface

3: Watch the profanity

1: Hi (Y/N)!!!!!!!

2: Hey sweetcheeks ;)

4: Cool it buddy

2: Heeeeeey i’m just playing

5: You guys seriously can’t just talk face to face?!

5: You’re all pathetic. But Chinese food sounds heavenly.

Daveed: What do you want to eat, (Y/N)?

You looked at the screen with an exasperated stare. The group chat had jumped between nearly 10 topics of conversation in seconds. It seemed as though Daveed was giving you no option, so you reluctantly replied.

You: I just wanna go home and take a bath :( u guys are all high maintenance and u wore me out

You: But if i have no choice, i’ll have sweet and sour chicken and pork fried rice

You: Also can u all say who u are? Very confused atm

2: The man of ur dreams ;)

You: Ryan Gosling? Is that you?

2: U suck. It’s Ant

3: This is Leslie

1: Jas!!!!

5: Renee

5: Also pls stop texting?!?!

5: It’s Quiet Uptown is supposed 2 b serious + i can’t think about anything but chinese food

4: Lin :)))))

4: Sorry i had 2 go roast burr real quick

4: I’m back now

4: wAIT SHIT GOTTA GO DIE

You sighed deeply and said goodbye to your peaceful night of relaxation. You could tell you had a long night ahead of you.

[butterfliesorbouldersinmystomach]

Cabin

The plane landed late. Hiram knew this would happen when they took off, but he didn’t think it’d be this late. He can feel his heart pounding in his chest. He still has to get off this plane, get his bag, and find a cab to get to his meeting that’s starting in 45 minutes. He checks his watch and taps his foot. Impatient. I should have texted them about the delay before the plane took off, he thinks. Hindsight is 20/20. Trying to calm his nerves, he opens his Notes app and goes over the pitch again. If he can sell this board of investors on this, it’ll generate enough money to cover his manufacturing start-up costs, plus a hefty-sized cushion. He’s been working towards this for years, ever since that first night in his garage. Way back when. It feels like a lifetime ago, before Grace, before his mom’s cancer, before Anthony… Hiram shakes his head. He can’t let himself dwell on issues of the past. What happened to them wasn’t his fault, and he can’t do anything to change it. Besides, he has a family now. The smiling faces of his wife Beth and his two little girls stare back up at him from his phone lock screen. If he nails this pitch, and things go well, he wants to take everyone to Hawaii for spring break in March. The warm sand between toes, bronzed skin, and coconut-smelling everything is alluring. Hiram remembers going there with Grace. The two got a cheap motel just outside of downtown Oahu and would walk to the corner store across the street for every meal when they weren’t spanging on the corner with Grace’s guitar. Man, could she sing… Steadying himself, he opens his phone again to check his emails. Grace had her own demons, and what happened wasn’t your fault. Refreshing his emails, he sees an email from Facebook reminding him of the 3-year anniversary of Anthony’s crash. The grassroots group that emerged afterwards, fighting with the local government to get that stretch of road improved, continued to post on Facebook as if that would enact some change. Honestly, Hiram wasn’t sure why he was still a member of the group. Life was so different now; don’t people know how to move on? But then Hiram caught himself. He was the one standing here, going through old memories. Did he know how to move on? There’s movement ahead of him so Hiram stands up and grabs his bag from under his seat. Flight C-465 was a packed flight, and the tension of delays and travel could be felt in the air. His phone buzzes; a text from his partner. “Are u on ur way?” “Plane delayed, just landed. Waiting to get off” “That’s good. This mtg just got delayed by 15 min. One of the guys had a personal emergency. Kids sick or something. Anyways, we shld try to get these guys to drinks.” Hiram smiles. The anxiety inside quells. See? Everything’s gonna be alright. “Great idea. C u soon.”

[gentlemensleagueff]

Commissioners Note Recap Week 2

Week 2 is in the books, and the landscape has changed a bit for the top 3 from week 1. Here is our current leader board.

Supra's(2-0-0 | 1st )

Anthony's Team(2-0-0 | 2nd )

Javier BEARDOWN(2-0-0 | 3rd)

It probably isn’t coincidence that top 3 on the leader board also have the top 3 most potent offenses. Consisting of all offensive players including kickers our top 3 highest scoring offenses are

Neil - 261.4

Sonny - 261.15

Tony - 251.65

On the other side of the ball our top 3 defenses which also includes defensive players are

Chris - 47

Harold - 46.5

Paul - 44.5

There’s been a lot of movement on the waiver wire these first 2 weeks. There are a few specific manager call outs I think are interesting as these guys have all had double digit moves since the beginning of the season with the next closest manager having made only 7 moves. These Managers are movers and shakers especially Tony the newest addition to the Gentleman's League with the most moves and holding down that number 2 overall spot. He’s obviously making some good moves that are working.

Anthony's Team - 19 Moves

UR 4 VETOES U TYRANT - 14 Moves

Can’tStopTheKeenan  - 12 Moves

 I also want to give a honorable mention to Neil who actually has the most Post-Draft acquisition points with a total of 93.1 (46.55 avg) according to the yahoo sports record books. I believe this stat is based on post-draft acquired players who Neil has started in the first 2 weeks.

Lets get into this week’s stats with the graph above. 

Our Highest Scoring manager this week was Sonny with an amazing 159.2 points which is the current seasons highest single week score and on the opposite end of the spectrum Drew scored the lowest points this week and of the season so far with 89.35 points. 

The above graph is a view of all managers total points for the season which also includes points difference from week 1 going into week 2. Our biggest jump in points was Tony with 31.25 points or a 25% increase and the biggest drop in points was Chris with -58.6 points or a -37.29% drop from last week.

These charts show us our top 3 performers in all positions who started in week 2. I also included points left on the bench showing the worst 3 managers who left the most points on the bench (Top 3) and the best 3 managers who left the least amount of points on the bench (bottom 3). The Bench chart doesn’t specifically correlate to being the best manager, but it shows the managers who were the most efficient with the players that they have on their roster.

This week’s match ups left us with 4 undefeated teams, 4 winless teams, and 4 .500 teams. We had some interesting story lines this week so let’s dive in.

Supra's(2-0-0 | 1st)  Vs Jeffy Coyle’s(0-2-0 | 9th)

Sonny again started this week off with Thursday night football with a strong performance from A.J Green with 3 TD’s leading his WR core to have the highest point total with 64.3. That in conjunction with his RB’s & TE getting 3rd most points in each category led Supra’s to be the highest scoring team this week and the 2nd most total offensive points for the season. It’s unfortunate for Jeffy Coyle’s as last week he had the 5th highest score but was matched up against the 2nd highest scoring team, and this week he had the 4th highest score but played against this week’s highest scoring team. Jeffy Coyle’s currently has the hardest schedule with his opponents scoring on average 157.35 points. But Jeff did have the opportunity to be the highest scoring team if he would have subbed in M Breida - 23.4 points, B.Cooks - 24.4, & C. Hogan - 17.7 points who he left on the bench. Jeff left the most points on the bench with a total of 111.35  points. Hopefully he’ll have a better week going against 6ftGiantWhinyBabies in the battle of the 6 foot giants.

UR 4 VETOES U TYRANT(1-1-0 | 7th)  Vs  6ftGiantWhinyBabies(1-1-0 | 6th) 

UR 4 VETOES U TYRANT had a rough week 2 with the biggest decline in points from week 1 with -37.29%. Falling from the most points last week to having the 2nd to last points scored this week. His highest scoring players were all about the D having D. Brees - 20.55pts, D. Hopkins - 20pts & Chicago D - 23pts being the only players on his team scoring more than 20 points. UR 4 VETOES U TYRANT last week had the most points on the bench and looks to also have the biggest decline of bench points as well leaving 86.15pts last week but this week having the 3rd least points on the bench with 25.3pts.  6ftGiantWhinyBabies actually had the 2nd most points left on the bench this week with 94.15pts and also falling under the average league score  6ftGiantWhinyBabies still pulled off the W. 

MBJBB(0-2-0 | 11th)  Vs  THE GRIM REACHER(2-0-0 | 4th) 

MBJBB had another week being one of the top 3 managers leaving the most points on the bench with 70.95pts. If MBJBB would have switched out A. Rodgers - 16.85pts for K. Cousins - 45.75pts he would have given The Grim Reacher his first loss. But The Grim Reacher continues to exceed expectations from his unorthodox draft from which he surprisingly has only made 4 moves thus far which shows the amount of trust and confidence he has in his drafted players. The Grim Reacher has the highest TE points with T. Kelce scoring 26.4pts and a huge bounce back week for Matt Ryan going from 8.35pts last week to 35.4pts this week which is a 325% increase in his QB score. The GRIM Reacher also has the 3rd ranked defense in the league.

MegaCropTop(1-1-0 | 8th)  Vs  Anthony's Team(2-0-0 | 2nd) 

Tony continues to win, and this week’s win against the reigning Gentlemen’s Champion came as a statement as this match up was the largest margin of victory for this week with a 66.35pts margin of defeat. Tony also scored the 2nd most points and had the biggest jump in points with a 25.11% increase from last week. Tony also has the 3rd highest scoring offense which was led by M.Gordon’s 3 touchdown’s scoring 27.6pts & having the most K points with 18. Drew continues to have the least amount of points left on the bench with only 15.7pts but that is still due to his bench having 1 IR McKinnon, 1 SUSP M. Ingram, 1 no team D. Bryant & Mariota still questionable. Drew also had the 2nd biggest decline in points from last week with -32.49% difference. Drew our 2017 Gentlemen’s champion will have another tough match up this week facing The Grim Reacher who was our 2014 champion. Tony actually has had the easiest schedule so far with his opponents scoring an average of 95.37 points. He will be pit against  Javier BEARDOWN who is the 3rd highest scoring team with the number 1 offense in the league. 

Javier BEARDOWN(2-0-0 | 3rd)  Vs  The EnMixon Effect(0-2-0 | 12th) 

Its been a rough 2 weeks for The EnMixon Effect . Currently in last place the woes dont stop there as  The EnMixon Effect is also last in total offense as well with 178.7 points scored over the last 2 weeks. It was a tough match up going against  Javier BEARDOWN who is currently in 2nd place in the league as well as toting the highest scoring offense it’s looking more and more like this is the year of the Bear. But unlike Neil’s NFL team the Chicago Bears   Javier BEARDOWN defense comes in dead last at 18.5 points. But as they say sometimes a good defense is a strong offense and Javier BEARDOWN definitely has a strong offense. 

Team Evil Edamame(1-1-0 | 5th)  Vs  Can’tStopTheKeenan(0-2-0 | 10th)  

Can’tStopTheKeenan just can’t win his side bets losing in the 2nd annual dress bowl. Even though his team scored the highest QB points with P.Mahomes scoring 51.6pts with a 6 touchdown game and a total of 10 touchdowns so far this season has a new record of the most scores through the first 2 games of the season. You would think  Can’tStopTheKeenan would be unbeatable but unfortunately with exception to Mahomes & S. Barkley - 17.8pts no other player on his roster scored double digits points. But it was also a tough match up as Team Evil Edamame had the 3rd highest points for QB, WR & Def.So gather your oldest smelliest shoes for this Sunday’s Bears vs Cardinals game so we all can throw them at Kevin this weekend as he makes good on his bet to wear a dress and have shoes thrown at him while Cardi B plays in the background. 

This weeks Matches to watch 

Supra's(2-0-0 | 1st)  Vs The EnMixon Effect(0-2-0 | 12th)

This match up faces 1st place vs last place. Will we see Kevin H. get his first win and upset Sonny handing him his first loss or will Sonny continue holding on to first place. Kevin looks to be wheeling and dealing and straight up blowing up his roster, but wil it bode well? We’ll see.

Javier BEARDOWN(2-0-0 | 3rd)  Vs Anthony's Team(2-0-0 | 2nd)

This week’s only undefeated match up will have one of these managers come out of this game still undefeated and hand the other manager their first loss of the season. We have Neil’s 1st place offensive scoring team against the 3rd place offense. This game could potentially boost one of these managers to first place. This will also be Tony’s first legitimate challenge as thus far he’s had the easiest schedule with his opponents on average only scoring 94.87pts. It’s a different story going against Neil’s team who on average has been scoring 139.95 points, but don’t think Tony’s team has been just squeaking by as his team on average has been scoring 140.07pts a week. This looks like it will be a close game. Will the beginners luck play a factor or will Neil debunk the new guy hype?

6ftGiantWhinyBabies(1-1-0 | 6th) Vs  Jeffy Coyle’s(0-2-0 | 9th)

The is the battle of the 6ft Giants! Jeff’s team has been bringing out the best in his opponents who on average have been scoring 157.35 points. But just because Jeff has been going against top scoring teams doesn’t mean he doesn’t have the potential to beat them. Leaving 111.35 points on the bench this week Jeff has the potential he just has to make the right choices. Once Jeff get’s his team firing on all cylinders he can be a top contender. Although Jeff & Harold have the 5th and 6th top scoring offenses respectively, Harold has the edge with the 2nd highest scoring defense. Is Jeff his opponents good luck charm? Lets see if Harold’s team blows up going against the League’s “Good Luck Charm”.

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the last

1. drink: strawberry and kiwi squash which honestly tastes a surprising amount like nondescript punch

2. phone call: i don’t make phone calls but i guess when my auntie called last week to check one of the boxes she was storing here??????

3. text message: last general message was to an rp partner this morning lmao bc i wanted to hurt her w ship inspo

4. song you listened to: lost boy by ruth b i think????

5. time you cried: months ago idk like it could legit be 2 or 18 months ago i have no idea

6. dated someone twice: u presume me to have dated someone once

7. kissed someone and regretted it: regret can be avoided if u never do the thing in the first place

8. been cheated on: u can’t get cheated on if u never dated in the first place

9. lost someone special: as long as ghosting on friends doesn’t count then this is a hard no

10. been depressed: yeaaaahhhhh the apathy’s still w me even outside of the severe episodes

11. gotten drunk and thrown up: surprisingly enough ive never actually reached this point before even beer olympics wasnt as dicey as id expected

3 favourite colours

12. dark reds (like burgundy, maroon or crimson)

13. black like my soul

14. idek black and red or my go to faves maybe dark purples/blues??????

in the last year have you

15. made new friends: yeah yeah yeah going to america kinda meant i had to lmao

16. fallen out of love: im gonna say no but this is a massive probably

17. laughed until you cried: i dont think so????? but idk maybe

18. found out someone was talking about you: nah i dont think so im too boring to be talked about

19. met someone who changed you: im gonna say yeah, im probs gonna say this a lot but going to america was hella good and it was p hard not to be changed by all the stuff over there

20. found out who your friends are: sorta yes sorta no idk let me be a cryptid in peace

21. kissed someone on your Facebook list: i. have. never. been. kissed.

general

22. how many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: most of them i think idk i should probs clear some of those dicks out

23. do you have any pets: unfortunately no but i want a fucking cat when im older

24. do you want to change your name: not really nah. it’s basic but its mine and i kinda like it but if u use the wrong form of my name for our friendship level then i will feel uncomfy

25. what did you do for your last birthday: packed up all my shit then chilled w my friends and played mario kart

26. what time did you wake up: around 9 i think???? i dont do well w remembering shit

27. what were you doing at midnight last night: im p sure i was sorting out my inventory in da:i, idk i was deffo doing inquisition shit then

28. name something you can’t wait for: the last jedi to come out. gimme fucking force sensitive finn!!! make jedistormpilot canon u cowards!!!!!

29. when was the last time you saw your mom: an hour or so ago. she’s around and hovering and i just want her to go

31. what are you listening to right now:  the goldbergs is on in the background rn but im not actively paying attention

32. have you ever talked to a person named tom: i mean it felt like there were three dozen different toms back at school so yeah

33. something that is getting on your nerves: my parent’s constantly hanging around, the dread thought that my sister is coming home in around an week and i will get no peace

34. most visited website: this blue hellsite

35. hair colour: brown

36. long or short hair: it’s kinda long but it really doesn’t look like it lmao

37. do you have a crush on someone: not really?????? idk emotions are weird fucking things

38. what do you like about yourself: i mean i tend to refuse to back down on most things so i guess dedication is a way to make that sound positive??????

39. piercings: honestly i dont think i could ever get a piercing they weird me out for myself they say as they have a tattoo and are planning like half a dozen more

40. blood type: o+ which i guess is a pretty versatile type

41. nickname: no-one actually calls me this but my fave for me would just be d. the single letter by itself. and it absolutely has to be in lowercase people do also often call me dan and sometimes danny but none of them are at the right friend level and it is a Bad

42. relationship status: single as a pringle for 20 solitary years

43. zodiac: taurus. i was also born in the year of the ox so rip anyone who tries to argue w me

44. pronouns: they/them pls n thnx

45. favourite tv show: i watch like a million different shows and they are all trash but rn my fave is probs coach trip and i hate that most u have never seen it and dont know how much fun it is

46. tattoos: i got a geometric heart on my chest and im planning so many more pls message me about it so i can gush about it to someone

47. right or left handed: right like any good god-fearing person who is not influenced by the devil and witchcraft

48. surgery: ive never had surgery myself and i hope i never will (unless it’s for organ donation)

50. sport: i row, not well but to a vaguely competitive standard and i enjoy it even though my hands are llike permanently callused now

51. vacation: my last one was to boston for a week after the academic year ended but going to mexico over easter was gr9 too

52. pair of trainers: if we’re talking actual proper trainers then  ive only got one pair from decathlon but i do have some hella nice vans which i got for p cheap

GENERAL

53. eating: food is good. and not to be stereotypical but chicken is the best. esp rice and peas and chicken. also carbs. there is no such things as too much carbs. the media is lying to you

54. drinking: rum. it might be a bad thing that my first thought was to go to alcohol but idc im a mess

55. I’m about to: idk probs play some more inquisition

56. waiting for: my motivation to return from the war?????? to finish studying so i can move out of my parents’ house and steadily become the family’s queer cryptid

57. want: my parents to shut up and leave me alone. not gonna happen tho

58. get married: yes ofc i do im a fucking romantic mess bicth lemme indulge my fantasies

59. career: philosopher lmao. i get paid to sit around and bullshit all day what could be better

WHICH IS BETTER

60. hugs or kisses: ofc hugs are better lmao they’re just like !!!!! hug me all day idc

61. lips or eyes: eyes ofc, eyes are soft and pure. gimme those fucking eyes

62. shorter or taller: honestly i love me a good height difference either way but like ideally she’d be taller but im like 6′0 on a good day and i have to keep reminding myself that’s kinda tol so taller is unlikely rip me

63. older or younger: idgaf tbh but im amongst the youngest most of the places i go so younger would be nice i guess lmao

64. nice arms or nice stomach: umm idk both are nice and give good #aesthetics but i gotta agree w ilyatath and say goodlegs are the best plus good legs basically ensure a good ass

65. hookup or relationship: i told u im a fucking romantic gimme them sweet ass relationships. make me know that im special and important to u

66. troublemaker or hesitant: honestly hesitant but if my friends are causing trouble bet ur ass imma be there tagging along

HAVE YOU EVER:

67. kissed a stranger: im p sure y’all can guess the answer to this by now lmao

68. drank hard liquor: it’s not a real drink unless there’s liquor in it

69. lost glasses/contact lenses: one time i lost a pair of glasses the same day i got them

70. turned someone down: nah this has never happened to me

71. sex on the first date: ive never kissed someone, what else do u think i haven’t done.......

73. had your heart broken: yeah no this hasn’t happened. not properly anyway. like i said, feelings are weird

74. been arrested: it’s not a crime if u dont get caught

75. cried when someone died: nah ive never been close enough to anyone i knew who died

76. fallen for a friend: sorta yes sorta no im weird feelings are odd and my life is a mess

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:

77. yourself: i wanna say yes but kinda no my self confidence also needs to return from war

78. miracles: i wanna say i do but im not sure the universe is a fundamentaly chaotic system so i guess weird shit deffo could happen

79. love at first sight: i think some people can get it but i doubt for me and most people will probs have to work for it

80. santa claus: nah that man’s a scam

81. kiss on the first date: if u wanna kiss on the first date then fucking do it!!!!! dont let life hold u back!! dont let ur dreams be memes!!!!! u take their face anfd fucking kiss it!!!!

82. angels: eeehhhhhhhhh probs not

OTHER:

84. eye colour: brown. kinda darker brown than my hair but still brown

85. favourite movie: Captain America: The Winter Soldier (2014) directed by Joe Russo and Anthony Russo