#the greates showman

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

Tickletober Day 30: Trick-or-Treat

Fandom: The Greatest Showman

Pairing: Philip and Barnum

Summary: After Philip gives Caroline and Helen a treat, PT gives him what he claims is one.

(Had to include one with these two too ❤️😅)

Philip started awake when two figures landed on top of him.

He hadn't even realized he'd dozed off until he was being awoken to two goblins on his chest.

"Boo!" One of them called out.

"Is that Caroline I hear?" The young ringmaster asked as he finished waking up.

"Aww!" The goblin with Helen's voice crossed her arms. "He figured out it was us."

The goblin with Caroline's voice nudged her sister's arm. "Not hard to do. He does know our voices."

Philip pulled himself up. "Where's your father?"

Suddenly, a third goblin jumped up from beside the couch with a snarl and a squeeze to both of Phillip's sides.

The younger man squeaked in surprise then turned to glare at his business partner. "Really?"

"Oh come on Phil." Barnum lifted his mask. "It's Halloween. Enjoy the night."

"Are you even Irish?" Philip asked as he wriggled himself out from under the two younger girls.

"No, but it'd be a shame not to show our support."

"Sure."

"We're going to scare everyone!" Helen exclaimed as she jumped up and down.

"Yeah! Everyone's going to be so scared of us!" Caroline added.

"Good luck with Hettie," Philip told them. "Nothing scares her."

"We'll find a way to get her."

"I'm sure you will." The younger ringmaster fished out a couple pieces of candy and gave them to the girls. "Here you go. For the scariest goblins around."

The two girls' eyes lit up.

Helen wrapped Philip in a hug. "Thank you Phil!"

"You're welcome you two."

Caroline jumped up. "Come on Helen! We need to plan how to scare everyone."

"Wait for me!" Helen called as she ran after her sister.

"Should I warn the rest of the troop?" PT asked Philip.

"Nah." The younger ringmaster stood. "They'll give themselves away before causing too much trouble. W.D. will probably give them candy for it too."

"If he doesn't, you'll give them more."

"Come on PT, they look adorable."

"And you're determined to put them on a sugar high because of it?"

Philip shrugged and snagged up the older ringmaster's forgotten mask before slipping it on over his head. "Just getting into the spirit."

PT rolled his eyes but couldn't hide the smile on his face. A moment later, he tackled the younger ringmaster to the couch in their office.

Philip immediately picked up on what was going on. "Ah! PT, wait!"

"Not until I'm done giving you a 'treat' of my own," PT replied before digging into Philip's sides again.

The younger ringmaster squeaked before breaking into laughter. "Ah! Noho! PT!"

PT chuckled. "Ihi dohon't think the girls are the only adorable ones running around tonight."

"Thihis feheels mohore lihike a trihick!" Philip argued as he struggled to grab the older ringmaster's hands.

PT quickly moved up to his ribs. "Hmm, that's ahan ihinteheresting idehea."

Philip squealed and immediately glued his arms to his sides. His ribs were a stupid sweet spot PT had found out in one of his surprise tickle attacks.

The older ringmaster loved the spot. Philip had mixed emotions about it.

Especially when PT hit the middle of his ribs.

Philip shrieked and tried to twist onto his side but the older ringmaster kept him on his back. "PT!"

"What?" PT purposefully squeezed with each word. "It's a treat."

Philip snorted and tried to curl up into a ball. "FOR YOU!"

The older ringmaster chuckled as he pulled away to ruffle Philip's hair. "And ihit's thehe best."

The younger of the two breathed through his giggles. "Whehehew."

"You alive?" Barnum asked as he lifted up the mask Philip was still under.

"Barelyhy."

"Uh-huh." PT scribbled behind the younger man's ear. "Dramatic."

As Philip squeaked, he turtled. "Barnuhum!"

"What?" He moved to tickling down Philip's neck then under his chin. "You're adorable."

The younger ringmaster shoved his hands away.

All of a sudden, a scream came from outside followed by two streams of laughter.

"Oh no." PT jumped up. "Excuse me, I need to wrangle those two."

Philip set the third goblin mask to the side. "I'll help you corner them."

"Shouldn't be too challenging."

"Don't speak so soon." The younger ringmaster gave him a playful shove before he turned back. "They are related to you Mr. Insufferable."

"Hey!" PT exclaimed before taking off after him. "Get back here Mr. Undignified!"

[slozhnos]

i went from devastated to confused in the span of five minutes

[purpleangiie]

I was rewatching The Greatest Showman, and of course I was thinking about Dick Grayson completely obsessing over the movie, and the Batfamily having to live with that...

[Batfam is gathered the living room, everyone is minding their own business]

A sudden voice: Whooa!

Jason: Oh no.

Bruce, looking around confused: "What–"

Dick, appearing from behind the couch (almost giving Bruce a heart attack): Ladies and gents, this is the moment you've waited for

Steph, smiling and quickly standing up: Whooa!

Dick: Been searching in the dark, your sweat soakin' through the floor

Steph: Whooa!!

Bruce, whispering to Alfred: "What is happening?"

Dick: And buried in your bones there's an ache that you can't ignore

Tim, standing up: Takin' your breath

Damian, rolling his eyes but standing up as well: stealing your mind

Jason, letting out a quick sigh and standing up too: And all that was real is left behind!

Dick, jumping on the couch: So tell me, do you wanna go?!

Steph and Cass: Where it's covered in all the colored lights!

Duke and Damian: Where the runaways are runnin' the night!

Tim and Jason: Impossible comes true, it's takin' over you!

All: OH!

[Silence falls. They're all huddled around Bruce, frozen in their position and staring at him, waiting]

Bruce, swallowing hard, frowning: this... is the greatest show?

Dick, on the verge of tears: YES!

[apr1lias]

Sometimes I think I’m too much of a Bagnaia hater and then he opens his mouth and I remember how right I actually am for feeling the way I do about him…

[sockie2sock]

I need more Jeremy Jordan content because I'm running out.

Something that's not death note, newsies, the last five years, supergirl, tangled the series, hazbin hotel, bonnie and clyde, the violet hour, the great gatsby, the greatest showman, waitress, heathers workshop version, it's all coming back to me, disney medleys, spinning gold, joyful noise, smash, little shop of horrors, even the livestream he had during quarantine with Ashley and Clara.

I need more, man, I need more.

[buttonsfleas]

Oh, I exactly know why, Jeremy.

[bikerchanyeol]

D.O. Kyungsoo & Lee Suhyun - Rewrite The Stars (cover from The Greatest Showman)

[alaskan-wallflower]

i’m sobbing i forgot how good greatest showman was

[taniushka12]

i love pre-fracture paul too, i really do

bonus:

[tzeentchgodofchange]

People who bitch about the "Matt Mercer Effect" or any variation of it have obviously never dealt with warhammer fans playing 5e who only ever make their characters based of warhammer stuff.

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

Tickletober Day 26: Ticklish Kiss

Fandom: The Greatest Showman

Pairing: PT, Helen, and Caroline

Summary: As a Dad, PT gets to deploy his favorite tickle tactic on his girls.

"Are you sure you can handle everything?" Charity asked her husband. "I can always reschedule."

PT loaded her bag into the carriage. "You have nothing to worry about. We'll be just fine."

"I don't know."

"It's not every day your best friend has a baby honey." PT wrapped his arms around her. "She could really use you right now."

"You all need me too."

"We'll be fine for a day. I promise."

Charity smiled. "If you're sure."

"I'm sure." Phineas gave her a kiss. "Have a wonderful time."

"I love you."

"I love you too." PT then helped Chairty into the carriage and waved as it went off.

Phineas turned to head back into the house when he heard another set of wheels pull up.

When the older ringmaster turned back, he found Philip pulling up with one of the wagons. Two familiar heads popped up around him from the back of the wagon.

"Daddy!" Helen exclaimed.

Caroline waved. "Hi Dad!"

Phineas grinned and made his way over to the wagon as Philip pulled it to a stop. "Hello there! Did you two have a good time?"

Helen jumped onto Philip's back. "We got to see Anne practice on the trapeze!"

"She even let us practice with her," Caroline added.

PT made eye contact with Philip. "Did you now."

"We made a makeshift one that wasn't that far of the ground," Philip assured him.

"Ah." Phineas relaxed. "Sounds like you had a good time then."

"Did Mommy leave already?" Helen asked.

"She did, but she'll be back later tonight." Phineas clapped his hands. "But, we can have some fun until she gets back."

Both girls cheered as they hopped off the wagon and rushed toward the house.

"Sure you'll be fine on your own?" Philip asked. "Anne and I can stay for a bit."

The older ringmaster crossed his arms. "Does no one think I can handle my own children?"

Philip chuckled. "Noho, wehe juhust have an idea of how exhausting two young children can behe ahall on your own."

"You only have the one."

"Do you not count?"

The older ringmaster playfully shoved his leg. "Have a good day son."

"You tohoo." Philip clicked his tongue and turned the cart back up the drive.

Phineas waved him off before heading up into the house.

In the time it took him to say goodbye to Philip, both girls had taken all the cushions off the couches and were currently practicing their tumbling across the parlor floor.

"Come join us Dad!" Caroline called out.

PT grinned and immediately rushed over.

The rest of the afternoon passed in a flurry of activity. PT's girls definitely took after their farther in the imagination department. They had the entire parlor completely transformed into forts with tons of hiding places and palaces with lofty halls.

Before any of the three realized it, lunch time had come and the house looked more like a war zone than anything else.

PT stood up. "Alright ladies, let's wash up for lunch."

"Aww." Helen slumped. "Do we have too?"

"Not unless you want to be extremely hungry later."

"But we're having so much fun," Caroline added.

PT pressed their foreheads together. "And we can have fun again after lunch."

"Okay."

Both girls stood and made their way to the downstairs wash basin to clean up while Phineas stepped to the kitchen to put together a meal for the three of them.

Just as he started to pull things out to prepare, a scream followed by a giant crash came from down the hall.

PT bolted toward the sound as fast as he could. When he reached the downstairs washroom, he found both girls pressed up against the walls with the remains of the wash basin shattered across the floor.

"Come here girls. Come here." Phineas scooped them both up at once. "Are you two okay?"

Caroline and Helen clung to their Dad's neck.

PT sat down on the floor with them in his lap. He held them close, rocking gently back and forth. "Take some deep breaths with me."

The older ringmaster took several deep calming breaths that helped calm the two frightened girls. After a bit, Caroline and Helen relaxed into the hold.

"There we go." Phineas kissed each of their foreheads. "Are either of you hurt?"

Caroline shook her head. "It missed us Dad."

"That's good. Did it scare you?"

"It was so loud," Helen added.

"I know. It scared me too." Phineas relaxed against the wall. "Tell me what happened."

"It was an accident Daddy. Caroline tried pushing the basin closer to the edge so I could reach it and she slipped so it fell off."

"We couldn't find the stool she uses so I thought I could help her," Caroline added.

"I see." PT rested his cheek on the top of Caroline's head. "That was sweet of you to try to help your sister, but there's a reason the wash basin isn't that close to the edge."

"I'm sorry Dad."

"Things like a wash basin can be replaced. I'm just thankful my two girls are okay."

Helen snuggled deeper into her Dad's chest.

"Are we in trouble?" Caroline asked.

"A little, but we can fix it by picking up the broken pieces of the wash basin."

"Okay."

"You sound disappointed."

"I was hoping there would be no trouble." The eldest daughter turned her face into her father's chest. "Getting in trouble makes me sad."

"Oh?" Phineas smirked. "I think I know a way to fix that sadness."

Helen lifted her head. "How Daddy?"

"By using a favorite technique of mine to get my girls to smile." Phineas leaned closer. "It goes like this."

A moment later and the older ringmaster was nuzzling a bunch of kisses into Caroline's face and neck.

His eldest daughter broke into a bout of adorable giggles as she shoved her Dad's chest. "Noho! Nohot thehe Daddyhy kihiss!"

"Yes the Daddy kiss," Phineas growled out before turning to Helen. "My favorite way to tickle!"

The youngest Barnum squealed and squirmed as her bubbly giggles poured out. "Dahaddyhy yohour fahace ticklehels!"

"Oho noho." PT purposefully dragged his chin along her neck, making her laughter grow even louder.

After a little longer, he jumped back over to nuzzle more kisses into Caroline's face and neck again.

"EEEEP!" The eldest daughter turtled into her shoulders, trying to escape the ticklish feeling.

PT chuckled at her snorts. "Yohou sound soho ahadorablehele Caroline."

While her Dad was distracted, Helen reached forward to tickle his ribs. "Get Daddyhy bahack!"

The older ringmaster broke out into laughter at the nimble little fingers, and it grew even more when Caroline joined her sister on the ticklish attack.

In response, PT pinched along their sides until he was able to jump back to his previous kiss attack.

Both girls broke into loud squeals and giggles as their Dad attacked them. Once their laughter started getting breathless, Phineas pulled back to just hold them for a little longer. "Ihi love yohou twoho."

"Wehe lohove yohou too Daddyhy," Helen giggled.

Caroline looked up at her Dad. "Is there stihill trohouble?"

"Juhust clean up sweetie." PT lifted her up. "Will you go get the dust pan and broom for me please?"

Caroline took off. "Okay."

Phineas then lifted up Helen to her feet. "And will you get a towel and bucket please?"

The youngest took off. "Yes Daddy."

Once the two were off, the older ringmaster pulled himself up. Yes, two young kids were rough on his own, but he loved his girls.

And he wouldn't change them for the world.

[nerissa-art]

This is something I've wanted to do for a while. I think this is perfect for them.

This is inspired by "Rewrite the Stars" from The Greatest Showman. I listen to that song on repeat all the dang time. It's so good.

[starlit-rainfall]

Sometimes I sit here and I just think about Jeremy Jordan and how he was done wrong with The Greatest Showman.

Sometimes I just sit here and think about Jeremy Jordan and how he was done wrong.

Sometimes I just sit here and think about Jeremy Jordan.

[baubeautyandthegeek]

More Than Enough - Charity Barnum/Jenny Lind

A/N: Another new fic for @flashfictionfridayofficial

Jenny has been exhausted for weeks, finally coming home to Charity helps. Charity’s smile is soft as she hugs her and leads her to the bedroom, letting Jenny change as she prepares the bed before changing into her own comfortable clothing. Jenny nestles closer when they settle, curling into her side as she reads, her voice soft and somewhat shy. “Can you read to me?” “It’s Great Expectations… is that okay?” “Mmm, don’t actually care what, I just need to hear your voice.” Charity smiles then, gently kissing Jenny before settling to read, her voice soft as she begins anew.

[heronchildlove]

Idk if you still want to do the spotify wrapped thing but if so: number 56

Always, nonnie!!! I get so happy when I get asks, always feel free to send me questions or prompts even if they are years old or just come scream about something!

Send me a number from 1 to 100 and I'll write a drabble based on my Spotify Wrapped playlist - Accepting!

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Number 56: The other side - Hugh Jackman, Zac Efron (The Greatest Showman Soundtrack)

Freaks, they called them. Him.

Abomination. Aberration. Monster. There were innumerous names to pick.

But Matthew had never seen sense in any of them. From the first time he saw him, he was transfixed, breathless. He had never seen a more beautiful creature in the whole wide world, and he had travelled many places before.

Sure, the performers of the circus were all amazing and unique - Matthew didn't understand why any of them were mistreated either - but to him their ringleader completely stole the show.

He was ethereal and captivating, shadows and light, the darkness of night lit from inside by the warmest gold. He couldn't look away, and almost whined every time he stepped out the stage to give place to one of his acts.

His limbs were long and his movements gracious, his voice was deep and smooth, his smile invited them to mischief and amazement - two of Matthew's favourite things - and his eyes... His eyes sent shivers down his spine every time their looks met.

Or at least Matthew thought they were meeting, but it could just be his wishful thinking

Many and many times now he had snuck away from home to come watch the show and he couldn't get enough of it. Every day there was a different act, a different trick, a different line, or a different quip from the ringleader. It was intoxicating, and he had always been too weak to resist the call of things he shouldn't mess with.

He had started coming up with plans, ways he could approach the ringleader - James Herondale, even his name was like a poem - and start a conversation, praise him and the show, maybe invite him for some drinks. But so far all his planning had stayed inside his head. He just couldn't figure out when best to approach the other. He didn't want to disturb him before or during the show when he was preparing and working, and the couple of times he had gone behind stage after the performances he had been nowhere to be seen and when one of the performers called out to him he had run away like a deer in headlights. He couldn't escape his duties on the times when he knew the circus was practicing, and he didn't know where or when else to look for him.

So when the ethereal ringleader pushed through the doors of Matthew's favourite pub one night and then walked straight up to him, he didn't know how to act. He had forgotten how to speak, or think, or even breathe, it seemed, with the other's presence so close to him.

When he took the stool next to him, smiled and said "I have an offer for you", it took everything in Matthew's power not to blurt out yes right there on the spot.

But no. He was Matthew Fairchild. His family had a reputation to uphold, no matter how ready Matthew was to throw it away for a pair of liquid-honey eyes.

He put on a smile himself. He was good at that, if at nothing else, smiling and being charming. It was the least - and often times most - that was expected of him.

"What kind of offer, Mr. Herondale? It must be very important if you went through the trouble of coming all the way here for little old me."

"Little old you that just so happens to be the son of Prime Minister Fairchild? She approved my license to run the circus, you know? I am very grateful to her, but that's not why I came here. And the offer I want to propose is more of a... partnership."

Matthew's heart skipped a beat due to his overactive imagination and he forced himself to calm down.

"What kind of partnership, Mr. Herondale?"

"Just James, please. And the kind where I give my most loyal and special customer a chance to be part of it all - the magic, the song, the wonder. Your eyes watching us are so fierce and passionate, wouldn't you love to ditch the stands and be right in the middle of the dream, yourself?"

Matthew licked his lips. Yes, that was all he wanted, even beyond James himself, he loved the colour and the passion of the spectacle, and the heart they all put into it and the strength they showed in front of adversity. But...

"I am afraid I have to decline, Mr. Herondale, I have a responsibility towards my family." He couldn't even begin to think about the scandal if the son of the prime minister got involved with the circus like that, specially that particular one. His whole family would be on disrepair, his mom's competence and standing would be questioned.

"James." The other reminded him. "And a responsibility to what? To show up to endless dinners and fundraisings and pretend to be interested in their vile words while being miserable for the rest of your life?"

Matthew gulped. How did he know him so well when they had never even met aside from the distance between the stands and the stage?

"I am not miserable! And I am proud to help my family."

"Oh yeah? Is that why you are sitting here drinking instead of being at the fundraising gala for the opera tonight?"

Touché. Matthew feigned an affronted sniffle.

"I am planning to arrive fashionably late. It's one of my signature moves."

"Or is it your signature because you don't want to be there so you are always late?"

Touché again.

"Who came first, the chicken or the egg? Guess we will never know."

"Oh, I know. I see it in your eyes piercing mine every presentation. Your soul longs to be free, and that's what I'm offering you: freedom, laugh, life. Become my partner and all of it could be yours."

He painted such a beautiful picture, it made Matthew's soul ache. He licked his lips.

"And what do you gain from it? A partnership goes both ways."

James smiled. "I could use a sponsor."

Matthew's heart promptly fell down to the floor and sank to the center of the Earth, his fingers tightened around the glass. Oh, that's right. He should have known.

"So this is all about money?" Of course it was all about money, that was the other piece of the pie of all he was good for.

"Not for one minute."

James' voice was so serious and deep it made Matthew shiver and look back up, and before he knew it James had taken his hand from where it had bunched against his slacks and was holding it tight. Eyes like the heart of a furnace boring through him.

"Money is what the circus needs, because it always does, but it's not at all why I'm here, and I'm sorry if my jest offended you. But all I'm interested in, all I really want, is you."

It seemed like the furnace in James' eyes had passed straight through Matthew's chest. He felt hot, and short of breath, and like every coherent thought had melted out of his ears.

"I... What... do you mean?"

"Should I spell it out?" James asked, all the theatricality of his profession showing in his giving a quick look around before removing the top hat from his head and holding it in front of their faces.

And there, barely hid from the other patrons by a circle of dark silk, James kissed him.

Matthew gasped and pushed back against his lips, but before he could get more than a taste of it, the other was pulling away, top hat securely back on his head.

"This is what I mean. And much more. A partnership, like I said, in all meanings of the word. It's yours if you want it. I'm yours, if you'll have me."

The click of a key turning in a lock. And all Matthew could say was:

"Yes."

[oneminutefiftysixseconds]

RCS certainly getting their money's worth for tadej's starting fee 😅