#theatre freaks win the day

[oldmyths]

talladega nights is fun and all but i wish there were films out there that took nascar seriously

[callmeagardengnome]

˚ʚ in my head ɞ˚ | CHOI JONGHO

pairings ᯓ idol!jongho x music producer!bartender! fem!reader

genre ᯓ soulmate au, one-shot

synopsis ᯓ music producer in the day, bartender by night, you never had time to find your soulmate. little did you know that he happened to be the cute guy at the bar - and the one you hear singing falsettos in your head.

w.c ᯓ 2.9k

c.w ᯓ alcohol

author’s note: yes i got creative with this

not proofread!

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“cheers!”

the sounds of glasses clinking and beer chugging filled the bar as the night grew.

the bar wasn’t famous by any means - it was tucked away in a quiet corner where most people wouldn’t notice. yet, there were plenty of regulars that kept business going.

to you, nights at the bar were an escape. you had another job as a music producer - making beats for different artists and getting your tracks to play on the radio.

even though you were well-respected in the industry, no one knew your face. it wasn’t on purpose at first, but after a while, you didn’t see the point in revealing it. you could work on music while living a normal life, away from the paparazzi.

just as you were putting away the bottles, you heard a clear voice singing in your head - one that you’ve been hearing for a long time.

when you were young, around 8 or 9, you were alone at home when a voice suddenly broke the silence.

you tried to cover your ears as a boy sang shaky notes and an off-putting melody, but nothing you did drowned out the random voice you heard. obviously freaked out, you told your parents about it.

“honey that’s you’re soulmark.. you can hear you soulmate’s voice whenever they sing.”

night after night, you heard him singing as you tried to go to sleep. you must have gotten a theatre kid with the amount of hours he would sing - albeit bad most of the time.

but sometimes, you catch yourself humming along with his singing.

after a while.. he got better. when you were in high school, your soulmate continued to work on his singing and actually improved, which made you quite happy.

you started to make chips for the people at the back of the bar, his warm voice echoing in your head. the voice you heard now was clear, polished, emotional, velvety - almost like honey. it completely different than the one that you heard as a kid.

you wondered where he was, what he was doing right now. why does he train his voice so much? is he a singer? does he know how good he sounds? does he know that you exist?

you pushed these questions away, not wanting to get into another spiral. you focused on your job, listening to his voice instead of popping in earbuds.

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the first time jongho heard your voice, he was stunned.

the idol had always been interested in singing, even before discovering his soulmark. from his childhood to his teenage years, he spent hours in his room, working on his singing and trying to get over the awkward, scratchy phase of his voice.

he remembered being in his room, late at night, when he suddenly heard a voice - a girl’s voice, humming softly out of nowhere.

initially, he thought that it was his imagination, or a sound that was coming from the TV. but after a while, the humming was in-sync with the song that he was singing.

he found out about the soulmark, and over time, jongho looked forward to your voice - even feeling sad even he hadn’t heard it in a while.

years later, he made it - he debuted with ATEEZ, becoming a successful idol with a fanbase. he finally got the job that he’s been wanting for so long.

despite the wins, he’s constantly thinking about you.

you may not know it, but your voice is actually good. even though you’ve never went for professional vocal lessons, jongho found your voice to be unique, smooth - he would actually consider singing a duet with you.

your voice became something that grounded him, something that gave him comfort when he was stressed.

and tonight, it was especially stressful. he had just finished a long day of rehearsal and recordings. not only, he hadn’t had an actual break in ages - he needed a place where he could sit down and relax, away from the cameras and microphones.

jongho put on his mask and cap, stepping out onto the street. he wandered about, until he found himself in front of a bar he’s never seen before. he was about to walk away until he heard the sounds of laughter that made him drag his feet back to the door.

he stepped into the bar, feeling the cozy surroundings wrapping him up like a blanket.

it was completely different than the studio he was at before hand. no bright lights, no loud music - exactly what he needed.

he suddenly felt a weird pull towards the bar counter. confused, he looked around, checking out the people in the place before his eyes landed on you.

you were behind the bar, wiping down a glass. “she’s pretty..” a thought echoed in his mind before he brushed it away.

jongho didn’t realise it yet, but your souls were wanting to reach for each other. he made his way to the bar counter and sat down in front of you.

you looked up, offering a warm smile. “hi, what can I get for you?” you asked, your voice smooth and sweet, something that he wasn’t expecting.

he glanced at the bottles behind you, before saying, “soju, please,” as he took out cash and putting it on the counter.

you nodded, retrieving a bottle of soju along with a shot glass. “here you go,” you said, placing it in front of him.

to your surprise, he didn’t ask for a bottle opener. instead, he opened the bottle with a spoon lying around on the counter. he then pulled down his mask and started to take a long swig of the soju, directly from the bottle.

jongho paused mid-chug, noticing your shocked expression. he set the bottle on the counter, wiping his mouth.

“sorry, it’s been a long day,” he admitted along with an awkward laugh.

you bit back a smile as you saw how nervous he was. “hey, i’m not judging. this is a bar,” you chuckled, collecting his money and putting it in the register.

from the corner of your eye, you watched as he nodded and continued to drink, more relaxed than earlier.

“you don’t have to, but if you want to talk about it, i’m all ears,” you mentioned, trying to gauge his reaction before you continued.

“i’m basically an unlicensed therapist to anyone that comes into this bar,” you joked, trying to lighten the mood.

jongho looked at you in surprise, not expecting the offer. he hesitated - should he open up? guessing by your lack of reaction to his face, he knew that you weren’t a kpop fan or at least you didn’t know who ATEEZ was. it wouldn’t hurt to talk about it..

he took another long chug of the soju before speaking. “there’s been.. a lot of things happening,” he sighed, his voice quieter. “work is stressing me out.”

you nodded, leaning against the counter as you listened. “yikes, i can only imagine,” you said, encouraging him to continue. “sounds like you got a lot on your plate”

“you can say that,” he replied, looking down at the empty soju bottle. “it just feels like time is moving too fast and i can’t catch a break. i mean- i can’t even remember the last time i slept properly.”

you studied him closely, seeing how his shoulders slumped down as he spoke. you reached out and patted his shoulder. “that’s a tough spot to be in,” you sighed, knowing where he was coming from.

“but at least you’re here now, right? relax a little, let yourself breathe- or even drink another bottle if you’d like,” you grinned.

jongho looked up, meeting your gaze properly for the first time since he sat down. it was strange, he didn’t even know you - he didn’t even know your name. yet, here he was feeling.. comfortable? safe? he wasn’t sure.

“thanks..” he mumbled out, his voice soft. “i didn’t think i would be talking about this tonight. looks like i needed it though.”

you gave a small laugh before taking his empty bottle away. “i’m more than happy to listen.”

“really?” he asked as you threw away the bottle, a small but genuine smile tugging on his lips.

“of course,” you snorted. “seriously, i’m here most nights so don’t be shy and come here more. there’s gonna be a bottle of soju waiting for you.”

he chuckled, “i might take you up on that.”

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over the next few weeks, jongho found himself returning to bar whenever he could. he’d come late after rehearsals or performances, trying his best to talk to you as much as possible.

you noticed his visits becoming more frequent, but you didn’t mind. in fact, his presence made it easier to get through your shift - especially with the chats you both had.

“how long have you been bartending for?” he asked, genuinely curious.

“about.. two years? maybe three?” you furrowed your eyebrows, trying to think back to when you first started. “i only started because my other job isn’t stable.”

“other job?” he repeated, raising an eyebrow. “what’s your other job?”

you grinned, putting a finger on your lips. “it’s a secret.”

one night, jongho walked into the bar, his eyes landing on you. smiling, he went straight to the same spot at the counter like he did every time.

“hey,” you greeted, already reaching for a soju bottle to place in front of him.

but before you could set it down, jongho’s hand stopped you. “actually-“ he began. “i want to try something different tonight.”

“really?” you asked in surprise. “what do you want to try?”

“what’s your favourite drink?” he asked, leaning closer to you.

your lips curled into a smile. “my favourite?” you echoed. you started to move over to a few bottles and started to prepare the drink. “it’s pretty strong, but not overbearing.”

jongho nodded, his eyes not leaving yours. “i trust you.”

every time jongho came over to the bar, you couldn’t help but feel a flutter in your chest. you felt guilty - after all, you had a soulmate out there. hearing his melodic voice singing when you reach home didn’t help either. you had a soulmate out there, waiting for you to find him while you were fawning over another guy at the bar.

you convinced yourself that he was just a normal friend - ignoring the long gazes he would send your way, his laugh that made you feel butterflies and the compliments he would give that made your heart skip a beat.

and jongho would feel the same way too. each time he went into the bar, it wasn’t just for the drinks, or the atmosphere. it was for you. he couldn’t deny the way you pulled him in, the way that you made him want to know more about you, and the way you smiled whenever you looked at him.

yet, he stopped himself from being so attached to you. he would still hear the singing of the girl sometimes, the soft voice reminding him that his soulmate was out there. it didn’t matter how he felt about you - he knew that he had to see you as a friend, as hard as that would be.

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the soft music in the background of your living room played as you set two mugs on the coffee table.

it was weird having jongho in your apartment.

it had been about 5 months since you’ve known each other, yet it feels like longer. the two of you only recently started to hang out at your apartment, with jongho saying that he finally had a ‘break’ from his job. the two of you got closer and closer, talking about random things that popped up in your mind.

“oh- and by the way, i’m an idol,” he said casually, scrolling on his phone.

“WHAT?”

“yeah you should check my group out sometime.”

while you told yourself to look into ATEEZ, there would always be things that would push you away. every time you were about to search ATEEZ in youtube, your manager would call you in for an extra shift, or you would have to go for a meeting with other artists about the track you sent them. it was almost as if there was something preventing you from watching him.

jongho leaned back into your couch, more relaxed than you’ve ever seen at the bar. “hey, where’s your bathroom again?”

you gave him a look before replying, “you go down that corridor and go to the door on the left.”

nodding, he put his phone away and walked away in that direction. suddenly, you heard a gasp coming from him.

“what?” you shouted, concerned.

“‘___’,” he said, eyes wide. “do you make music?”

you froze for a second before running over to him. the door he opened led straight to your home-studio, where your computer, your guitar, your keyboard - anything and everything music related was.

jongho entered looking at the shelves. he noticed that there were a plethora of albums and records from a famous producer, one that he recognised.

“is.. is this you?” he said, pointing to the album.

you hesitated, but decided to rip off the bandaid. “yeah-“ you admitted, avoiding his gaze for a moment. “sorry i didn’t tell you- i didn’t want to make it a big deal..” you said as you walked towards him.

jongho’s eyes softened, letting out a small laugh as he held your record. “hey, i’m not mad.”

“if anything i’m impressed,” he continued, studying the room. “i mean- i’m friends with one of the most popular and talented producers. how lucky am i?”

you smiled, feeling a blush creeping up on your cheeks. “you’re literally an idol, what are you talking about?”

the both of you started to talk about music, the conversation flowing even more than it did before. you moved around the room, showing him the different instruments and equipment you had, with him asking more and more about your job.

you could feel his excitement as your nerves faded away. “since you’re here..” you began, clicking the mouse on your computer. “do you want to hear a demo i’ve been working on?”

his eyes lit up as he nodded. “absolutely.”

“i haven’t recorded the vocals for this so i have to do it live-“ you clicked through your files and finally found the one you were looking for. “-so please ignore how dogshit my voice sounds.”

“it’s probably not bad,” he chuckled. “let’s hear it.”

your voice filled the room and you focused on the music, the rhythm and the lyrics, not wanting to mess up.

meanwhile, jongho was trying his best to not to combust with joy. at first, he was confused, trying to figure out why you sounded so familiar. the melody, the lyrics, the sweetness of your voice - it all fell into place. you sounded exactly the same as his soulmate.

you were his soulmate all along. you were the one he’s been hearing since childhood. you were the beautiful voice that he’s been trying to find the identity of.

jongho immediately grabbed a nearby microphone and started to sing along to the demo with you.

you voices intertwined seamlessly, perfectly even - like they were meant to be.

you’re eyes widened at his voice. you knew it, really well. you finally found the owner of the honey-like voice you’ve been hearing - the guy at the bar that you’ve been friends with.

for a moment, the both of you got lost in the music, blending your voices together, creating something magical and intimate.

when the final notes of the demo faded, the room was filled with a silence. jongho set his microphone down, his eyes never leaving yours, searching for a reaction.

“you..” you trailed off, not knowing how to begin. “you’re my soulmate..?”

“i never thought that my soulmate was right next to me,” he said moving himself closer to you. “hearing your voice in person instead of my head is.. incredible.”

“wha- you’re incredible,” you breathed out. “have you heard your voice?”

he chuckled, feeling himself get flustered over the compliment. “it sounds better with you,” he said reaching for your hand.

the both of you stared into each other’s eyes, unable to look away. you could hear your heart pumping, and the only thing you could feel was his soft hand on yours.

“i can’t believe it’s you,” you said softly.

jongho nodded, knowing exactly how you feel. “it almost feels like a dream- i’ve been waiting for this moment for so long. and now, it’s even more perfect than i imagined.”

he closed the gap between the two of you slowly, whispering a gentle, “may i?”.

you gave a soft ‘yes’ as he pulled you to him.

his lips brushed against yours, a feather-light touch that made your breath catch. the kiss was careful, as if he was savouring it. but soon enough, the kiss deepened, becoming more passionate.

then, something happened. soft music started to play in the background, echoing the rhythm of your kiss. the music seemed to harmonise around you, matching the emotions the both of you were feeling.

when you finally pulled away, the both of you were breathless and slightly flushed, your foreheads touching. the music slowly faded and jongho’s eyes were filled with a loving gaze.

“that was.. amazing,” he said, his voice low.

you smiled, giving him a peck on the cheek. “mhm.”

jongho tucked a piece of hair behind your ear as he muttered, “i can’t wait to begin our love song.”

any and all feedback appreciated <3

AAA im done with this series! im so happy and sad at the same time cuz i love soulmate aus and making them but at the same time, this series has to end sometime 🙁 hopefully i come up with shit as creative as this in the future, but for now i wanna thank you guys for reading and supporting me! i truly appreciate all you that read this and it makes my day to see how much yall enjoy it! BLESS YALL

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GHOST CLOTHES Part4 (final part): The Roof

(Wally Clark x reader)

Part1 Part2 Part3

Warning: fluff

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Wally was literally freaking out. He’d spent all day setting up the roof. He’d put two school desk together to face each other and layed some fabric he found over them. Wally put out candles and paper flowers to add to the atmosphere.

“You’re stressing out too much” Charly says to the boy.

“Charly! Don’t start.” Wally says, fixing the the table cloths for the millionth time.

“I’m just saying I don’t think she’s gonna care if the table cloth isn’t perfect.”

“She might. You don’t know.” Wally mumbled.

“ dude it’s 7:15. You’ve been setting up for 4 hours.” Charly mentions.

“ what did you say?” Wally panics.

“You’ve been setting up-“

“No before that.”

“It’s 7:15.” Charly gave Wally a weird look.

“Shit, I’m late.” Wally shouts, quickly making his way to the football field.

…

Y/n sat on the bleachers, clothed in a cute little dress she found in the theatre department, chin in hand. Waiting for the jock to turn up to the date he so desperately wanted. “Come on Wally.” Y/n sighed.

“Y/N!” Wally yells for the other end of the field, sprinting to meet the girl. “Y/n! I’m so sorry.!” Wally shouts as Y/n walks down to him at the bottom of the bleachers.

“Wally it’s okay.”

“No I’m late and it’s not- Woah you look beautiful.” Wally looks at her like a 12 year boy who just saw boobs for the first time.

“Well thank you, handsome. Should we begin our date.” Y/n said taking Wally’s arm.

“Ah, um, uh yes of course. This way m’lady” wally laughed, causing y/n to giggle.

Wally and Y/n took their time making there way up to the roof, taking about everything and nothing. And for the first time since his death Wally didn’t feel alone, he felt seen and heard and… loved in a way that friends can’t give. They reached the last door to the roof when Wally makes Y/n stop.

“it’s not much but I tried to make it as nice as possible with what I could find.” Wally explains. Y/n gave the boy a soft smile.

“Wally just open the door” Wally did as told and opened the door. Upon seeing the roof set up Y/n smiled, following Wally to the table and taking their seats.

“Wally this is-“

“Too much?”

“No it’s perfect, this is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me.” Y/n confessed.

Wally blushed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Ah well how else was I supposed to win you over.” Wally laughs.

Win me over? Y/n thought. Does he really not know. He’s too sweet for his own good.

“Wally you don’t have to win me over, that’s not what this date should be for.”

“I’m sorry I thought-“

“Oh my god, Wally stop apologising, please. You don’t need to win me over, I already like you.” Y/n confesses.

“You do?”

“Yes Wally I do”

Wally smiled. “well good because I have something to show you.” Wally grabbed Y/n hand and pulled here over tho the edge of the roof. “Look down there” Wally points to the front quad. On it was ‘W + (your first initial)’ inside a big heart, painted in red paint.

Wally examined Y/n face for a reaction. “Ah shit, you hate this don’t you. I should have listened to Charly that it was too much.”

“Wally it’s adorable that you would do something like this for me.” Y/n says turning to face Wally.

Wally found himself admiring her features under the moon light again. He lost himself in the light that twinkled in her eyes, he placed his hands on Y/n’s waist. “You look beautiful, y/n” Wally hums.

“You don’t look to bad yourself.” Y/n smiled . Wally leaned closer, connecting their lips, smiling into the kiss.

They both melted into each other. Wally felt a warmth in his chest, and for the first time since his death he felt at home. The ghost pulled apart for air.

“Be my girlfriend.” Wally asked, practically begging.

“Only if I get wear that jersey and jacket of yours whenever I want.” Y/n says.

“Deal.” Wally agrees, pulling his girl in for another kiss.

… meanwhile…

“Charly, why are you keeping me in the auditorium?” Dawn questions.

“So I can make sure you don’t spoil the love birds romantic moment, again, sweetie.” Charley responds.

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A/n AHH! I loved writing this series so much, but not to worry there will be more Wally content from me.

[cowgurrrl]

Gold Dust Woman

Pairing: rockstar!joel miller x actress!reader

Author’s note: oh you can’t pay me to stop writing these two now

Summary: Oscars season with Joel [1.1k]

Warnings: anxiety, two idiots being grossly in love

You're on set when you find out you got nominated for an Oscar. Hannah, your director, stopped the scene but made sure the cameras were still rolling as she walked up to you. "The Academy just nominated you for Best Actress for The Beginning of the End." She told you, and you immediately burst into tears. The cast comes out from every corner of the sound stage to hug you and tell you how excited they are for you. It's a beautiful moment surrounded by love and pride, and you struggle to keep the Oscars out of your head as you try to go back to work. Joel buys you flowers and takes you and the girls to a nice dinner the night you find out about the nomination.

You're a nervous wreck in the weeks leading up to the award show. Sierra tries to tell you to enjoy the night and not worry about the outcome, but it's hard. Winning an Oscar has been your dream since you were a kid, and the idea that you're this close is freaking you out. You spend your time working, probably a little more than you should, and putting together an outfit for the night. If you're gonna lose, you might as well look good doing it. 

On the day of the Oscars, you spend the whole day getting ready, letting your stylist and makeup artists take over the process so you don't have to worry. They put you in a stunning royal blue dress with gold embellishments adorning the bust and the skirt. Joel matches with a suit made specifically for him from the same fabric as your dress with the matching embellishments over his shoulders. He even put his own touch to his jacket, adding a rainbow pin to his lapel to show support for Ellie, who recently came out. His new favorite thing is finding anything with a rainbow on it for him or Ellie and wearing it proudly, so you're not too surprised when you catch him adding it to his jacket. 

You each take some glam shots in your house before leaving for the Dolby Theatre, your knee bouncing anxiously the whole ride over. Joel is the perfect distraction with his touselled curls and sleek black sunglasses covering his eyes. He looks annoyingly hot and is the most perfect supportive partner ever, promising to love you still, no matter the outcome. You're only slightly frustrated with how attracted you are to him. When you get to the red carpet, he lets you take all the solo shots before you finally convince him that it's okay to come to take pictures with you. "I didn't wanna be in the way!" He says, making you laugh. 

You get to meet celebrities you've never gotten to meet before, and you also get to see lots of old friends. When Jack Nicholson casually offers you a sip of whiskey from his hidden flask, you decide you've officially made it. You and Joel do the Glambot with him spinning you under his arm, showing off how your dress flows, and he waits patiently while you do interviews talking about what a privilege it is to be nominated and how excited you are to see everybody. By the time you're able to get into the Dolby Theatre and sit at your table, you're still incredibly nervous, but you feel a little bit better. Wine helps too.

You have two glasses with dinner before deciding to stop so you wouldn't be too drunk in case you do win. Joel is incredibly affectionate as you sit there with anxiety rolling off you in waves. He holds your hand, kisses your cheek, rubs your knee, anything to get your mind off how slow the categories are moving. When they finally get the Best Actress category, he grabs your hand in both of his and squeezes as they announce all the names. The women you're nominated alongside are extremely talented people who've been in the industry twice as long as you have. Their movies have made you cry, laugh, smile, and rethink your life, and isn't that what the best art is supposed to do?

"And the Oscar goes to..." the announcer says as he opens the envelope. You keep an even face, knowing the cameras are pointed at you, as you squeeze Joel's hand with every bit of strength. The second you hear your name, your ears ring, and the world explodes into white noise. Carolina and Ryan jump up and down from one table away, and the people you've modeled your career after are standing and applauding you. You find your feet and stand, hugging and kissing Joel before he escorts you to the front of the stage, falling back as you reach the stairs. The announcers hug you and hand you the heavy gold statue and the card with your name on it. They step aside and let you have the floor as a timer behind the camera counts down. 

"Wow. Oh, my God. This is incredible," you say breathlessly. "Um, I'd like to thank the Academy for this amazing opportunity. I'm so honored to be nominated alongside some of the best actresses of our time, and I don't know if I will ever do anything as cool as this. When I made this movie, I was in a really weird headspace, and I didn't know how to bring this story to life, but I knew I wanted to do and I wanted to do it justice. Our director, Lilah Hanover, helped me do some incredible character work and gave me the space to try new things. I owe you my life, Mrs. Hanover. I want to thank my parents for letting me move to New York City and start my career. Ryan and Carolina, you guys have been my best friends since the beginning, and I couldn't imagine doing life without you," you speed up as your timer ticks down, and you try to go through your list. 

"I couldn't have done this without my amazing team of people who support me every day and allow me to create art that makes me feel like I'm doing something worthwhile. I love what I do, and I never take it for granted. Um, to Sarah and Ellie Miller, I'm so honored to be in your lives, and I love you forever. Joel Miller," you find his eyes as he sits at the bottom of the stage, and you smile. "You are my rock, my safe place, my second chance, everything. There are no words to describe how much I love you, but I will spend the rest of my life trying to find them. Thank you." With that, the music plays out, and you follow the announcers backstage, where you look at your Oscar for the very first time and burst into tears. 

Bonus: instagram stories after your win 😌

[tvb0y]

HI THERR ^^ my name is Austin or Reaper and I have a couple of TMNT Hcs. Some are the Rise version, others are the 2012 version.

First, for both versions, I think the turtles are heavily co-dependent on each other. Like HEAVILY. Let ONE turtle not come back home one night, everyone is freaking the hell out. ESPECIALLY IF IT’S MIKEY.

Another both versions HC, yk that whistle in Black Widow? The turtles have a certain calling system, kind of when teachers clap and you clap back in school. But it’s whistles and chirps. And it’s like silent communication in a way. Also, Master Splinter is definitely usually confused when he hears the whistles and chirps but has decided against saying anything.

Now, for 2012 HCs!

Ralph has major anger issues. Like completely destroying his room, cracking fingers to calm down and accidentally broke one, punching walls in the holes kind of anger issues.

Donnie is somehow the type who has such an unhealthy eating disorder (eating a lot one day and then not eating at all while designing an app another day) and it’s a miracle on how somehow, it hasn’t stamped his fighting abilities.

Leo paces in circles when he’s bored or practicing a new technique with his sword. Perfect circles if he’s anxious about something.

Mikey has an acrobatic fighting style (this goes for Rise and 2012).

Donnie used to have a rubix cube hyperfixation and literally has over 26 rubix cubes in there, 3x3, 2x2, 100x100, you name it. It’s not has much of a bigger hyperfixation now but you can still occasionally catch him fiddling and messing with one just to solve it again.

Ralph gets easily overstimulated with noise, especially if it’s insults and has a tendency to lash out as a defense mechanism when things or people get too loud.

Ralph is an avid smoker and probably an addict.

Mikey has completely mastered all forms of pencil spinning, every trick in the book and Donnie still gets jealous over it.

Ralphael “You didn’t eat again.” and Donatello “And you didn’t sleep again.”

Leo knows such useless but somehow important information? Like while Donnie knows only the important stuff, Leo knows the unconventional stuff. Like he knows how dismember a body but does not know how to cook a body.

Leo likes true crime podcasts and books about detectives.

Ralph and Casey do not argue. They spar. And whoever wins has successfully proved their point in whatever the argument was about and loser has to do what they say to fix whatever they were arguing about.

Have you seen the fights between Natasha Romanoff and The Winter Soldier? That’s usually them.

NOW RISE HCS!

Leo is a pathological liar, and is trying to not lie as much. He also has a tendency to copy trauma responses he sees on the tv shows Splinter puts on to get Splinter’s attention.

Leo would absolutely be a theatre kid.

Ralph likes hot chocolate and only smokes when he’s stressed or angry.

And also refers to his brothers as “his boys”.

Mikey commonly does ballet and is an aerialist. It helps a ton with his fighting style — seeing as both ballet dancers and aerialist have to be A. On point, B. Discipline and able to handle being pushed beyond their physical limits and C. Controlled and deadly.

Again, Donnie has disordered eating. But mostly just consumes drinks instead of actual nutrition and even has forgotten to eat at some points.

Ralphael “You didn’t eat again.” and Donatello “And you didn’t sleep again.” because YES.

Leo is, how could I say this? The brat of the family. Regularly finds loopholes to punishments he gets.

Mikey starts bouncing up and down when he’s excited. Pizza? He’s bouncing. Patrol? He’s bouncing. Movie night? He’s BOUNCING. Ralph, Donnie and Leo essentially have a damn ball for a brother.

Ralph is actually great with kids, especially younger babies. Surprisingly, they don’t seem all that afraid of him. It’s Donnie they’re afraid of.

Ralph still has horrible anger issues, but in a way that his head starts to hurt when he’s angry. In a way that his own anger-filled thoughts terrify him, in a way where he’ll take it out on himself instead of others.

Donnie paces when he’s ranting and paces in perfect circles when he’s figuring something out.

Donnie is the “genius and madness” trope and nope. I don’t wanna hear any criticism.

Donnie does jigsaw puzzles. And has learned Japanese just so he could understand the sub version of anime.

Leo is a writer but NOBODY knows that.

And yeah, that’s about it :p

DUDE THIS IS INSANE /Pos

I love all these Hcs and I especially the overstimulated by noise one with Raph, which I think would apply to ROTTMNT Raph too

TYSM FOR SPENDING YOUR TIME ON THIS AND TELLING ME!!! LIKE SERIOUSLY, THIS IS IMPRESSIVE :0

[finniestoncrane]

Here's the second one! 5 with Yj riddler! Congrats again!

🎀 No. 5: Close To Me 🎀

give me a character and i'll write some headcanons on what a first date with them would be like a/n: oh this is a good one, thank you for letting me be cute with him 💚 1k milestone info! 🔞minors dni🔞 • kofi • tag: finnie1k

this soft bag of bones is FINALLY getting to put all of his planning and daydreaming to use

so you better believe it's going to be the best and most organised first date ever

first of all, he's planned it during the day, when most people are at work (crowds scare him) and kids are at school (children scare him and have been known to beat him senseless for his villainy)

and both of them were likely to be at the various places you're going today, first of which is, dun-da-da-dun

the arcade!

gives him a chance to show off how using his intellect, even the physical games can be beaten

he'll hold your hand the whole way round, share a slushie with two straws, and he'll have enough tickets by the end to win you whatever you want from the prize wall

yeah, that's right baby, anything you want, he's got game

then after that, the cinema to see a movie that's cute and fun

probably something animated, NOT a superhero movie under any circumstances

he'll maybe even choose something dramatic or romantic, or even a horror

whatever he chooses, it's something he's researched profusely to make sure he won't cry or jump or laugh too hard at

the last thing he wants is to embarrass himself in front of you

especially because the movie theatre is part of his plan for physical contact

he booked the back seats specifically

yeah he'll tell you it's for the acoustics or for the privacy of not being disturbed by noisy eaters

but it's very obvious what the plan was when he does the old "yawn-and-stretch" routine, putting his arm around you and pulling you in

and yet he'll still freak out if you snuggle up to him or put your hand on him anywhere

such a dork

for food, he's picked somewhere that serves standard meals

nothing too fancy or experimental

he likes straightforward options and not too many of them, otherwise he gets confused and stressed

he likes to order for you, but not in a "i'll choose what you have" way, more of a "tell him what you want and he'll be a very brave boy and try not to stutter when he asks the wait staff for it" kind of way

and please, let him feed you dessert with a spoon, he's been looking forward to it all day

he'll insist you walk home, or if you're too tired, take a cab and then walk you to your door

he won't push for a kiss, you'll have to make that move

but once he has his lips on yours, he'll find it hard to let go

maybe, if he's feeling brave enough, a hand at the back of your head, or on your waist

just so you know he's definitely into this

which you could tell by the little mewling noises and the sweat that has formed on his forehead and palms when he pulls away

[differentsublimephantom]

Here’s a Beetlejuice Beetlejuice fanfic/chatfic and headcannons I wrote because I was bored and the ghost characters need more recognition (minor spoilers for Beetlejuice Beetlejuice)

BEETLEJUICE CHATFIC AND CHARACTER HEADCANNONS

BeetleJuice BeetleJuice character headcannons! (Also don’t mind all the super smash bros headcannons, I was watching Blake jennings “what your main in smash says about you” while I made these):

Wolf Jackson the movie star:

◦ Has MAJOR former theatre kid vibes, like he totally had a Hamilton phase and watched Cats ATLEAST once just to make fun of it, but he ended up secretly kinda liking the songs from it.

◦ Wont admit to even HAVING a favourite superhero, but it’s totally Spider Noir

◦ Says he mains someone like Snake in smash, but he actually mains Isabelle, jigglepuff, or The duck hunt dog and he somehow wins EVERY TIME HE PLAYS SMASH because he’s good at spam pressing buttons.

◦ Good at claw machines for some reason. A strange hidden talent, but he probs brags about it every chance he gets (which isn’t often but still)

◦ Everyone thinks/assumes he’s straight and probs bangin his secretary/the girl who brings him coffee (idk if she’s actually his secretary) but then he’ll casually insert “my boyfriend” or “this guy I’m seeing” into a conversation and the whole room is shocked.

◦ Knuckle cracker.

◦ When he’s sad infront of other people he hides his emotions and says he’s fine, but when he’s sad at home alone, he curls up with a bunch of blankets and binge watches all the movies he stared in when he was alive. Only his secretary(?) knows this.

◦ Drinks coffee (obviously) but also likes iced teas. Can on rare occasions be seen wandering around with an Arizona Tea can in hand.

◦ Ocean from RTC vibes. Like he doesn’t really mean to be rude, but he also has a habit of thinking he’s better than most people around him.

◦ That same way that I walk into any store and when I wanna get something I tell myself “I can make that at home.” He watches ANY action movie (especially ones with cgi or heavy effects) and says/thinks “I could’ve done that MYSELF, WITHOUT special affects.”

Bob:

◦ Chronically tired

◦ Under-appreciated-employee-core. Wherever he works in the neitherworld would not FUNCTION without him, but no one who works with him would recognize this until he put in his two weeks notice.

◦ A pushover. I hate to say it, but this man DIED (double died ig?) for a ghost who didn’t deserve that amount of loyalty and Bob probably knows it. He knew Beetlejuice wasn’t worth sacrificing that much for but he did it anyways because he is a pushover.

◦ My general headcannon for all the “tiny head” people in the Beetlejuice franchise is that they can speak telepathically to people, but most either choose not to, or don’t know that they can do it. Bob chooses not to because whenever he does (on rare occasions) it freaks out everyone who’s ever known him and he finds it hilarious.

◦ Current theatre kid. Has all of Heathers memorized. Could sing most RTC songs and says “this is all your fault Jafar” and “youre FUCKIN useless Paul” in his head or under his breath EVERY DAY.

◦ Once played Smash with Wolf Jackson and absolutely HATED the fact that Wolf won every time without really trying. But also Bob mains wii fit trainer, toon link or Kirby because I said so.

◦ Coffee drinker, but also gives off “DO NOT FILL UP A “SUPER BIG GULP” CUP WITH 5-HOUR ENERGY AND CHUG THE WHOLE THING” vibes. He is WIRED.

Harry the hunter:

◦ Bobs uncle who died at around the same age as Bob so that’s why they look the same age/look like the same person.

◦ BESTIES with Ms Argentina

◦ Likes Delores because he hates Beetlejuice and wishes she successfully killed him, but also dislikes her because she killed Bob

◦ Bob is chronically tired but gets a good nights sleep most nights. Harry is an insomniac night owl who stays up until 1:00 in the morning rewatching Over the garden wall or Wall E for the 1000th time even though he KNOWS has to get up at 5:00am that morning.

◦ Only drinks tea or water.

◦ Mostly uses ASL or writing on notepads to communicate (same with Bob)

◦ Bob is the type of employee to work more than he should and do extra stuff and overtime etc. because he thinks people will like him more or atleast he’ll get some benefit from it right? Harry is the employee who knows you should just do your job and leave because no one will care if you do more than that so don’t waste your time.

◦ Just like Bob, he is a theatre kid. And he totally got Ms Argentina into musicals too.

◦

Ms Argentina:

◦ a HARDCORE SIMP for Delores. Like “she could suck my soul out of my body and in my last moments I’d THANK HER” kinda simp (same tho)

◦ WILL THROW HER HEELS AT YOU IF YOU PISS HER OFF (Bob, Wolf Jackson, Beetlejuice, AND EVEN Delores ALL learned this the hard way.)

◦ Mains Daisy in smash because they both have Loud-Lesbian energy

◦ Her nickname is Tina and her real name is Valentina, but ONLY Harry and Delores can call her Tina or her real full first name.

◦ SOMEHOW managed to get Delores to go on a date with her, and now they’re dating. Beetlejuice still has no idea how Tina pulled that off.

◦ Tina gives me tea or coffee drinker vibes, but part of me thinks she sometimes puts vodka in her tea and/or coffee

◦ Because Harry got her to like musicals, she totally got her girlfriend into musicals too

I’ll probably make a chatfic based on the musical and cartoon, but this one is based on the movies

Astrid has created a groupchat

Astrid has added: Lydia Deetz, Richard Deetz, Charles Deetz, and Delia Deetz

Astrid has named the groupchat “💜the Deetz family💜”

Astrid: hi! For those who are bad with tech *cough cough, grandpa* this is a groupchat, “gc” for short. It’s like texting but with multiple people in one text conversation.

Charles Deetz: Thanks kiddo, I was confused!

Richard Deetz: hey! This seems fun!

Lydia Deetz: OMG RICHARD?!

Richard Deetz: Hello Lyds!

Delia Deetz: omg Richard! Hi!

Charles Deetz: hello!

Richard Deetz: hi everyone!

~in a different groupchat~

“Work only” groupchat

Richard: my daughter just added me to a family groupchat 🥰

Bob: nice.

Argentina: omg fun!! My family is still alive.

Bob: So is his, Argentina?

Argentina: oh. OH. How the hell does that work?

Richard: I’ve learned not to question things like that a looooooooooooooooooooong time ago.

Argentina: that’s fair.

Wolf: my family has been hiding from me 😅

Harry: why?

Wolf: because ~~🏳️‍🌈~~

Harry: ah. SERIOUSLY?

Wolf: yeah. They only found out last thanksgiving tho. I was at my Mothers house (she is dead, to clarify) and I mentioned I was seeing a guy, and they DID NOT LIKE THAT LET ME TELL YA

Harry: OMFG XD RELATABLE

Harry: Bob is the only family member of mine I know who will talk to me

Bob: to be fair, only about half of our family is actually DEAD?

Harry: yeah. But if Astrid can add her dad to a family gc then don’t you think they might just not be *trying*?

Bob: that’s fair.

Richard: ANYWAYS, I was thinking maybe I should make a gc with you guys AND my family in it so you guys can be introduced to each other!

Argentina: sure!

Wolf: okay.

Bob: 👍

Harry: 👍

Richard: yay! Okay brb

Richard Deetz has made a groupchat

Richard Deetz had added: Astrid Deetz, Lydia Deetz, Charles Deetz, Delia Deetz, Ms Argentina, Wolf Jackson, Bob, and Harry

Richard Deetz has named the groupchat “friends and family”

Harry: I love how apparently me and Bob are just “Harry” and “Bob” and everyone else has some form of last name XD

Bob: omg yeah, I didn’t even notice that! Rude.

Richard: well to be fair, you never told me your last name(s?)

Harry: and I still won’t. It’s still funny tho

Richard: 🙄 alr

Astrid: Dad?! Who are these people?

Richard: my coworkers! Thought I’d introduce you guys

Harry: just “coworkers”? Ouch Rich

Richard: oh hush 😑

Harry: 🤭 k

Astrid: cooooool. Hey.

Bob: hey.

Astrid: OMG @Delia @Lydia @Charles, I forgot to mention I auditioned for my school musical lmao

Lydia: WHAT! And you didn’t tell me? Thats awesome!

Delia: Omg wow!!! You’ll be amazing!

Charles: nice kiddo!

Harry: OMG WHAT MUSICAL IS IT?

Astrid: HAHAHAHA I was NOT expecting that reaction from @Harry

Argentina: he looks very intimidating irl but he’s the biggest FREAKIN NERD YOULL EVER MEET I PROMISE-

Harry: RUDE! But Fr- what musical?

Astrid: Heathers.

Harry: AT A HIGHSCHOOL? Damn

Astrid: THATS WHAT I THOUGHT! But I auditioned anyways for fun.

Harry: so did the cast list come out yet?

Astrid: yeah! I’m gonna be Veronica!!!!!!!

Harry: OMG AWESOME!! I would love to play JD, but I died before even the MOVIE was made, so I’ll never get the chance sadly.

Astrid: DAMN, that’s tough.

Argentina: WOMP WOMP

Astrid: HHAHAHAHAHAHHA WOMP WOMP

Harry: >:O

Lydia: You got a part!!! That’s amazing! When’s opening night???

Richard: yeah! You might not see me in the audience, but I’ll be there!!!

Astrid: it’s in October but rehearsal hasn’t even started yet, I’ll let you know when I know!

Delia: let me know too!

Harry: no offence Delia, but have you SEEN Heathers?? I feel like if ghosts can be unconscious, it would send you into a COMA. With Dead Girl Walking ALONE

Astrid: DEAD GIRL WALKING? She’d be out before Big Fun ends XD

Harry: fair point!

Charles: I know that what you two are typing is technically words, but I understand NONE OF THEM

Harry: that’s also fair XD Poor Charles

Wolf Jackson: I know what the words mean! And your right, Delia would be sent into a coma by that show. Movie OR musical

Argentina: one word: Blue.

Wolf: OMFG I FORGOT ABOUT THAT SONG

Harry: “FORGOT”? I PURPOSEFULLY BLOCK THAT SONG OUT OF MY MEMORY MAN

Richard: oh god what have I started with creating this gc

Lydia: clearly this is a Pandora’s box of chaos you’ve created and opened, Rich

Richard: yeah…….whoops…

~hours later~

Astrid: weird question but raise a digital hand if your 🏳️‍🌈 (no pressure to answer I just want info for a project)

Harry: me!!

Bob: does bi count?

Astrid: yes it does

Bob: cool

Wolf: *slowly raises hand*

Astrid: FR? No offence but I would NOT have guessed that

Wolf: no one ever does 🤫

Argentina: OO OO OO ME!!!

Argentina: wait- can I add my girlfriend to the gc?

Astrid: YESS DO IT

Argentina: okay!!!

Argentina added Delores to the groupchat

Wolf: WAIT YOUR GIRLFRIEND IS DELORES??? THE SOULSUCKER?!

Argentina: yeahhhh 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

Delores: hello…? What’s this?

Astrid: a groupchat!

Delores: I’m not sure what that is, but alright?

Bob: ………. Argentina why would you do this to me.

Argentina: OMFG I FORGOT BOB IM SO SORRY

Astrid: wait what? What happened? And what’s a “soulsucker”?

Delores: basically a ghost that can kill other ghosts. And that’s what I am

Astrid: but wouldn’t that not work because they’re already DEAD?

Delores: nope.

Bob: Astrid, you learn not to question stuff like this after a while of being dead or knowing someone in the neitherworld. Nothing makes sense here. (Also Delores almost killed me)

Argentina: yet another reason to NOT KILL YOURSELF 😃

Astrid: noted! Wasn’t planning on it, but good motivation! 😃😃

Wolf: god you people are insane.

Delia: agreed.

Lydia: you both say “you people” like you aren’t a part of this family/friend group. Bad news: YOU ARE PART OF THE “YOU PEOPLE”

Delores: I think I’ll like you people a lot.

Lydia: you tried to kill 🪲🧃 so I definitely like you girl.

Delores: 🥰omg you you want his moldy ass double dead too?!

Lydia: he tried to marry me AT 16 YEARS OLD so yeah definitely

Delores: I’m from an era where thats pretty normal, but I’m gonna assume that’s not normal and bad in the future??

Lydia: yeah it’s bad and gross. Also the year is currently 2024 btw

Delores: thank you! Damn I was in those boxes for a long time wasn’t I?

Argentina: yes you were

Wolf: and you were TECHNICALLY supposed to STAY THERE

Delores: my girlfriend has advised me to reply to that with “womp womp”? I’m not sure what that mean but I hope it has its intended affect.

Bob: WOLF JUST KICKED HIS TRASHCAN SO HARD IT MADE A DENT IN THE WALL HOLY SHIT

Bob: update: I have just read the previous texts. Yes Delores it DID have its intended affect! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

Delores: oh good!!! 😀

Wolf: NO! NOT GOOD. I don’t like you! Mean lesbian!!!!

Astrid: “MEAN LESBIAN” OMG 😆

Richard: what is HAPPENING RIGHT NOW?

Richard: omg I jus read the last few texts, that is pretty funny Wolf

Lydia: 😮 🤭 yeah I’m with Rich on this one, that’s pretty funny honestly

Wolf: I hate you all /ns

[immacaria]

Fluffbruary: February 6 - Trust

Tags: Fluff; A wild appearance of Robyn and Orpheus; Humans AU; College Professor AU; Parent Trap AU; Yes, Robyn and Orpheus are trying to get their dads together; Mediaeval History Professor Hob; Psychology Professor Dream; I’m using my very limited experience on this, be kind; Crack

Please ignore that I am three days late for this one and enjoy Robyn and Orpheus trying to make their dads date. Also, this is for @firemandeanbuck just so you can see that I still write fluff, it just takes longer than the angst.

  "Walk, walk, walk, old man," Robyn says behind Hob, pushing him out of the movie theatre with all the force he had. He has been doing this since he was a kid, pushing or pulling Hob with all the force he had in his little, puny arms.

  Doesn't mean he is letting his son win any time soon anyway.

  "Hey, hey, now, young man, who do you think you are talking with?" Hob says, leaning back against him and bracketing his feet.

  "Would you trust me this once, Dad? We are going to lose the freaking cab!" Robyn has turned around, his shoulder replacing his hands as he tries to make him move. "Old man, move!" With all his force, Robyn pushes him and Hob starts to laugh, loud and clear as he stumbles ahead.

  The people getting out of the theatre look at them out the side eyes, but Hob doesn't care. His boy is rolling his eyes at him, the smile on his face too much like Eleanor's and his heart is full. Robyn has grown up so much since her death, changed so much and it's so good to see him smiling like this, open and wide, happy.

  "I love you, Robyn, you are my pride and joy," he says, his hand coming up to Robyn's cheek.

  "Thank you, Dad," he says, voice soft and gentle and Hob knows he knows it's true.

  Ever since Eleanor's death, Hob did everything he could, possible and impossible, to make sure Robyn knew he was loved. All the time he could find, he passed with him. School meetings, doctor appointments, all the hobbies.

  He tried to do everything he could for his little boy, letting the grief appear only when he was alone. Their kitchen had hidden his tears one too many times until he learned how to live with the hole in chest. Robin, thankfully, turned well, maybe a little bit too much like him but Hob thinks Eleanor would have liked that.

  Robyn is in college now, English classics like his mother. He is living at the dormitory, despite their  house being only three hours away and Hob going almost every day there because of his classes. Almost every day they see each other at lunch, just to talk or sit together.

  "This address, please," Robyn says to the driver, showing the address on his phone the moment they got into the cab.

  "Why don't you say the address, boy? Where are you taking me?" Hob says, leaning against the door and lifting an eyebrow.

  "It's a surprise, Dad," Robyn says, sitting back down and rolling his eyes at him. Grey eyes stare back at him, one more thing he inherited from his mother, and Hob makes a face at him, pulling his upper lip up and scrounging his nose. A laugh bursts out of both of them when Robyn does the same face, crossing his eyes and shaking his head to the sides.

  People tend to say, when they see both of them together, that they do not look like father-son, but rather two friends. Not only because Robyn looks more like Eleanor than like him, but because they apparently joke too much together to truly be father and son. Hob particularly finds that bullshit, it's not because they joke together that there isn't respect between them.

  The only one to understand that has been Robyn's roommate's father, Morpheus. Like him, he is a teacher at the college the boys study, one of the big names of the Psychology department. The first time they met was an accident. Robin and him were lunching together when he saw his roommate from far away and called him to sit with them. Morpheus appeared along with him.

  After that, there were few occasions when they found each other again. Once when Hob was running from one lecture to another and found the man in the hallway, looking utterly lost, he had to stop to help him. Needless to say that he was late for his second lecture. There was another time where they found each other, but none of them were lost this time.

  He liked Morpheus. For the few times they talked, he seemed like a decent guy who loved his son more than anything in this world. More than that, the man was beautiful as fuck, the type to inspire tells and stories about his beauty and eyes.

  "How is Auntie Pru?" Robyn says beside him, taking him out of his thoughts.

  "Prudence is alright, I think. Didn't see her much this week," Hob shrugs, turning to him. "And you? What have you and Orpheus been up to?"

  "Nothing much, studying, planning, plotting. Why didn't you see Auntie Pru these last days? She found a boyfriend?" He asks, both eyebrows up and staring at him with shining eyes.

  "That I know of, no, I was just too busy with classes," and thinking about it now, most of his week was spent either in class or talking with Morpheus. "Why do you ask?"

  "Oh, look we are here!"

  Behind him, the facade of one of the most expensive restaurants in London shines right into Hob's face. There are couples coming in and out, families standing at the side while they wait for the valet to bring their car. All of them are wearing designer clothes, some of which he is sure would cost a year of his salary.

  This is not a place they usually go and certainly not one he inured Robyn to frequent. So, why the fuck are they here?

  "Err, Robyn? What are we doing here?" He asks as his son climbs out of the car and pays the driver, waving goodbye to him.

  "C'mon, Dad, it's a surprise! Trust me on this one!" Robyn says and waves for him to get out of the car.

  "Everytime you say that, I get more and more afraid of what you are doing," he is shaking his head, trying to decipher what the hell is his son doing when he hears a voice that gives him goosebumps down his spine.

  "Afraid of your own son, Professor Gadling?"

  "Of his machinations," he says, looking up to see Morpheus standing between Orpheus and Robyn. His hair is as wild as ever, but his clothes seem more soft and casual than Hob has ever seen him using before.

  Orpheus is smiling beside him, waving to him, and Hob feels his eyebrows furrow. There is something wrong here, but he can't point out exactly what it is. He just knows there is something wrong.

  "What a coincidence, right, Dad?" Robyn says and Hob squints his eyes at him.

  "Yeah, what a coincidence..." he says through his teeth and turns to Morpheus. "What are you doing here?"

  "I could ask you the same thing," Morpheus retorts, a smirk on his face, as he helps him out of the car.

  "Oh, then the two of them can have dinner with us! We just arrived," Orpheus says, hands deep on his pocket, and turns to Morpheus with a smile on his face. By the look on Morpheus' face, he is finding this just as strange as Hob.

  "If you two are hungry, we wouldn't mind," He says slowly, still looking at him.

  "Amazing!" Robyn says and then promptly wraps his arm around Orpheus and turns to the restaurant. They watch as the two of them walk in the restaurant talking with the woman at the front - God, Hob doesn't even know what he should call her - and point to them, saying some thing more and nodding before finally disappearing inside.

  "What do you think they are doing?" Hob asks, still watching the restaurant in front of them warily.

  "I do not know, but it does seem like they are trying hard to make us spend some time together,"

  "Should we tell them that we are seeing each other?" Morpheus shrugs by his side before shaking his head.

  "No, let's see how far they can go with this." And after a beat, he adds. "Do you want to have dinner with me?"

  "Oh yes!" Hob nods and then follows him up to the restaurant.

  Let the kids figure out what they want. They have their own plans.

[practically-an-x-man]

some highlights from the convention this weekend:

forgetting to check nametags and ending up playing pinball against Andrew C. Robinson

... having a rematch the next day.

... and the next.

him asking about my SFX makeup - a conversation which ended in him following me on Instagram

and encouraging Cary Nord to follow me as well

1.29% of all my Instagram followers are now made up of Marvel comic artists (I do not have a lot of followers)

Andrew giving me a bunch of extra prints and a couple art books at the end of the con

and offering to network me with some of his propmaking and wardrobe friends in LA since I'm working on getting into the special effects industry

dare I say we're friends now?

setting a new high score on the Venom pinball machine

getting to chat with my theatre friend who was an invited panelist (he's a cosplayer)

competing in my first cosplay contest! I lost, but I got to show off my mechanical hand prop

meeting Tait Fletcher

watching my sister beat Tait Fletcher's high score on Ms. Pac-Man

...then watching him utterly crush her score in one attempt

receiving a very wonderful film-tech pep talk from Chris Bartlett, urging me to keep making props and just dive in since that's how he ended up on Star Wars

he also complimented my Donald Pierce hand :)

meeting Tony Daniels and geeking out about X-Men

didn't have the budget to drop 40 bucks on an autograph but it was really awesome to talk to him

getting signed prints from Tim Townsend, Andrew Robinson, and Todd Nauck

Tim Townsend's print is the OG 5 X-Men so it's got my boy Angel of course :D

getting to play a super neat indie platformer demo (i'm gonna buy the full game for sure)

freaking out a bunch of comic artists with my Corinthian makeup

....including Chris Bachalo

HE asked for a picture with ME because he was so impressed with the makeup! :)

chatting with more comic artists, showing off my tattoo, chatting about the process of sketching and inking

picking up some neat Venom and X-Men earrings

winning a cool articulated snake from this 3D printing claw machine

getting to chat with some really cool craftsmen and collectors at the vending booths

overall just having a really wonderful time!

[bitter69uk]

Born on this day 90 years ago: Neil Flanagan (3 May 1934 – 6 June 1986). The two-time Obie winning stage actor and director had a long and distinguished career in Off-off-Broadway theatre and his TV credits include Lou Grant, Wonder Woman, General Hospital and The Jeffersons. But for aficionados of the sleazier fringes of exploitation movies like me, Flanagan is an indelible presence in the gutter cinema of notorious maverick no-budget director Andy Milligan, including The Ghastly Ones (1968), Seeds (1968) and Guru the Mad Monk (1970). But I love him best as world-weary middle-aged transgender hooker Cherry Lane in Fleshpot on 42nd Street (pictured, billed as “Lynn Flanagan”). Whether singing “Some Day My Prince Will Come” while painting her nails or lamenting, “It ain’t easy being a freak. Look at me, hun. I’m no prize package. I’m a cocksucker. I’m not even a good one”, Flanagan steals every scene. She also gets the best line of dialogue: “It’s getting so you can’t give a blowjob on Times Square without some cop looking over your shoulder!” Read more here.

[brandogenius]

ok i’m so sorry if im bothering you but i have so many thoughts on this so here’s some ideas for younger artist

-interviews with the boys

-stressing over fame/albums/writing

-maybe needing help with school before or during tour if we think they may have done like a trial run on the early days of the tour to see what it would be like

-needing them or one of them to pick up reader from a highschool party bc their drunk(you don’t have to do this I just thought it be cute as a one-on-one between one of the boys especially if it’s early in their friendship and it helps them bond)

-more indept abt going through the yearbook because that was so fun to read

-the boys sticking up for them when the label is pushing them to much, when a crew member or someone is being unfair, or someone (probably a man😭) is making them uncomfortable

-reader getting hurt on turn (broken bone or something maybe like lucy’s concussion)

stuff like that are just some ideas, but ok i’ll leave you alone now I know that’s a lot but this trope means sos much to me for comfort , i love the way you write them 😭🤚🏼

DO NOT BE SORRY AT ALL LOVELY!! i LIVE for these inbox messages i love them so much!! pls keep them coming !!! you don’t gotta worry a out annoying me (you’re not!!) keep spamming me as much as you want!!

I LOVE AJAHJDKDD

they really step up with the sibling role for real, picking reader up from parties. depending on who picks them up it could range from a stern ish type of “be careful” to a “have fun?” type of thing

omg the school one ! helping them with maths homework, reader getting stressed on the tour has and one of the boys helping them understand the work (another one on one bonding moment with the boys but i can see it either being lucy or jb)

oh my god the yearbook YEAH!! just having it around in the table like one of those decorated books you find on a coffee table. coming out of your bunk to find lucy reading it in dept like a novel, head poking out of the book like “you didn’t tell me you were a theatre kid???. you win the talent show too? i’m learning so much new lore about you”

oh god- if ya has an accident best believe the boys would be FREAKING OUT. whether you could’ve fell off stage or fell out of your bunk 😭 all of them panicking “DO YOU NEED TO GO TO THE HOSPITAL?! ARE YOU OK? HOW MANY FINGERS AM I THROWING UP” and readers like “huh?” just dazed and disorientated and it has the boys SWEATING NERVOUSLY. wondering how to tell your parents “hey your kid just broke their goddamn leg on tour- yeah we were supposed to be minding them but umm”

oh absolutely about the label one!! maybe you ended up at a different label than the boys, so they try to help you separate labels and come join them knowing it’ll be much easier. getting in a crew members face when maybe one of them was being really unfair - uncomfortable towards you - man ended up being fired that NIGHT period

[leonardosfm]

               【  𝐥𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐚����𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 !  】

been having many thoughts about my child. i did a little section for tidbits in his intro but i decided to add onto it because no thoughts just the red ear slider turtle boy. 

added inspo figured out. more to come most likely but this is what i’ve got so far !   dick grayson ( dc ) , kendall knight ( big time rush ) , lance mcclain ( voltron: legendary defender ) , sokka ( avatar the last airbender ) , peter parker ( spiderman comics )

> PREVIOUS HEADCANONS.

he gave himself his middle name. leo likes space and space media. he felt naming himself after jim kirk would be a cool move.

he has vitiligo around his eyes in the same pattern red-eared slider turtles do. would be in the same place the red is here. 

he is gay !! but he doesn’t know it yet … it’s a little self discovery journey he’ll have here in elias. 

he doesn’t know when his actual birthday is. splinter just assigned them random days.

he does have medical trauma from his days of being experimented on. he just blocks it out really well. the fact that he’s the medic of the gang is ironic. he can help others with ease but the moment someone tries to help him in that sense or he’s taken to a doctors office he freaks out.

the turtle transformation is painful so now leo will only transform if he absolutely has to … or if he needs to win a dance competition or something because he’ll do whatever it takes to win. 

he loves glam rock. if he could have background music when he fights rock you like a hurricane would be playing thank you !!

> NEW HEADCANONS.

thunderstorm enthusiasts. 

has heterochromia ( blue and brown ) from mutations. when in turtle form his eyes turn blue. in turtle form his red slider marking are in fact red and not pigmentations. this translates to lorena as well. 

theatre kid. ( derogatory ). will take karaoke night very seriously and can sing very well. ( x )

as a kid he was afraid of donnie’s softshell getting seriously injured, so he started researching how to heal softshell injuries along the way he decided to learn more medical stuff just in case. 

banned from asking splinter questions about their origins after leo asked an innocent question that revealed splinter didn’t actually know how old they were. 

speaking of his actual birthday is august 14th. leo is indeed a leo. 

cannot do math for the life of him.

 got scolded a lot more than the others as a kid; it’s why he’s so hard on himself and doesn’t take criticism lightly.

has really great taste in men visually but literally always misses the glaring red flags.

has an extremely flirty personality but when speaking to someone he actually finds attractive my man has no game. cannot pull whatsoever. his brothers are better at flirting at he hates it thanks !

called people ‘babe’ ironically at first, but now he can’t stop.

he sunbathes and tries to convince the others to come with him 

ate a frog for $5 once. purposely freaked mikey out with it. 

he likes nonverbal communication a lot and prefers it when he’s in a mood 

when it gets super cold he and donnie bundle up for what donnie calls “The Brumation Period” and leo calls “The Super Nap” and they just sleep on the couch together for like three straight days

once asked mikey to doodle on him when they were younger and kept his favorite drawing in his pocket once he found out what a tattoo was and plans to get it .. you know when he’s a real person in the eyes of big brother.

would never admit it but watching horror movies gives him nightmares sometimes and he has to hang in raphs room when he can’t sleep. whenever he can’t sleep you can find him in raph’s room tbh. he feels safer in there because he knows raph will keep him safe.

leo has a little bag filled with medical supplies. takes his role as the group’s medic seriously. 

insomnia due to mutation complications. his slider sleeping requirement and human sleeping requirements did not mesh too well. 

fluent in spanish and has spanish nicknames / pet names for literally everyone. 

tw. child experimentation: he and donnie are ‘twins’, loving dubbed the disaster twins. when they were being experimented on the two shared a cage. experiencing the trauma they did together left them ridiculously co-dependant. one is never seen without the other. it might be a problem but it’s a problem they don’t want to address. 

has a small fear of heights after he got dropped from a roof. he almost died and didn’t realize he was in actual danger until raph yelled at him. 

listens to 2000s pop RELIGIOUSLY. britney spears, katy perry, rihanna, kesha, miley cyrus, etc, etc, etc.

big fan of magic. he’s tried to impress his brothers by showing them a few magic tricks. he actually works very hard so they’ll think he’s cool.

he’s a biter. he bites people affectionately, not hard but just a little chomp. he didn’t a lot when he was younger now not as much. maybe when he’s feeling really affectionate. 

does not believe in ghosts. will listen to his brother’s ramblings ( if they believe ) but always reminds them that ghosts aren’t real. 

he’s the fastest of his siblings. he’s mastered keeping his movements light and quick. he might not have the fastest reaction time out of all his siblings but he’s the first one to catch a baseball if you threw one a the group. leo might not be able to deliver hard hits like his brothers can, but he makes up for it by using his speed, portals and a plan to get the upper hand in a fight. 

he’s not a hard hitter so much as he manipulates objects to hit hard for him, usually with the help of his portals. 

he can easily adapt in a fight. he may not expect the unexpected but he can work with it and play it off thanks to his confidence. he can be so caught up in himself and his goals to win. whatever he’s doing that he ends up with tunnel vision in the middle of a battle. 

leo has a win at all costs attitude when fighting. he will do whatever it takes to come out the other side with bragging rights, whether he’s earned those rights or not. 

humor is his coping mechanism. he used to make the others laugh when they were younger and being experimented on to try to cheer them up or distract them. if he’s laughing whatever's happening can’t be that bad or it won’t feel as real if he doesn’t acknowledge it. so he refuses to take situations seriously. leo also jokes to overcompensate for his insecurities, a fear of being average, and his perfectionism. knowing that helps you see that he does the same thing while fighting.

great strategist. he might not always be the one that makes a plan but he’s usually the one to bring ideas into action. 

he can be just as intelligent as donnie but he’s street smart instead of book smart. 

he feels like he’s nothing without his brothers because of that, he sometimes shows off as much as possible in a fight in order to earn glory and praise that could separate him from any other fighter. 

he doesn’t think he’s a good leader and does everything in his power to prove to his brothers that he isn’t a good leader. lot of self sabotage in hope raph will be leader again. 

very self-sacrificing. is willing to put himself in danger for the safety and well being of others. it’s not that he wants to die but leo’s very careless with his life. if he dies he dies. it goes back into leo thinking he needs his brothers more than they need him so he’s willing to throw himself into the line of fire if it means they get a chance at survival. he feels most people in his life don’t need him as much as he needs them. he took the whole it’s not about me thing a little too literally 

he never screams whenever he wakes up from a nightmare, so it’s difficult for someone to tell he’s even having one. before he wakes up, he just curls into himself, clutches his blankets close, and wakes up sweaty and shaking. even after awhile they never fully go away. 

in the future he loses his right arm while saving donnie. ( let’s give it up for the self-sacrificing baby !! ) once donnie was done being pissed at leo for almost dying ( let’s be honest they were all upset with him ), his brother joked it was karma for when donnie saved leo from shredder during the fight that sent them to elias. leo yelled at him for at least an hour saying he got to keep his arm. 

took literal months to convince him to go to therapy because ‘what if the healthy coping mechanisms make me lose my swag’ after a while he talks to his therapist like they’re his best friend. strolls in like he owns the place sunglasses and all.

harbors a lot of resentment towards his younger self. it fucks him up on the daily when lorena acts exactly like how he did when she was his age. he has to constantly remind himself that they’re two different people and lorena is not him, well, not fully. she’s her own person and deserves to be. 

when it came to saving aerwyn, leo was absolutely ready to take her in because he saw himself in her in that moment. had splinter not taken in him and his brothers, leo knows they would have been used for evil. their lives would have been worse than what they were already given which was pretty damn rough. the thought of the little girl falling into that kind of trap solidified her being adopted.

he becomes the leo we know from most other iterations, the mature traditional leader, in the future. he’s a little stricter in the future but mostly when it comes to training the next generation of hamatos. honestly the tired old man who’s a father / uncle figure to too many kids. if you’re wondering yeah, master leonardo has gray hairs and he does indeed dye it. refuses to gray first he’s too hot for this.

[munsons-maiden]

I don’t understand why random anons feel the need to harass you and Eddie, but just wanted to chime in on the basketball game…

Hellfire is an extracurricular on the exact same level as basketball. Maybe not in the eyes of the rest of the school, but just like Eddie said in his speech, they’re considered freaks because they like to play a game, when multiple other things are acceptable. This hellfire meeting would’ve been scheduled way before the basketball game. Lucas also would’ve known about the game sooner than the day of, so it was rude of him to wait until the last possible moment to let Eddie know he wasn’t coming. It is automatically assumed hellfire can be postponed, because it (and its members) is considered less than basketball (and its members). As a weird theatre kid, I dealt with this time and time again when it came to funding for extracurricular activities. We were always bottom of the totem pole compared to athletes.

I don’t think it’s fair to blame Eddie for being upset. Not only is Lucas bailing on something he’s worked hard on, probably for months, he’s left him in a bind at the absolute last moment, and couldn’t even come tell him himself. Of course he’s frustrated, because once again, something important to him is being treated as not important.

Eddie does have his flaws, but I honestly think trying to twist things to make him seem like a terrible person for being frustrated HIS favorite activity was once again coming in second to that of the jocks who bully him is a bit of a stretch. 🦄

Exactly. All of them could have acted better in the situation, all of them didn't act nice - Dustin and Mike were the ones to blame the most tbh because they played the double game of "yeah okay we'll try to make Eddie postpone" in front of Lucas and then telling Eddie "we don't want to postpone, we just don't think we can win without Lucas" to which Eddie's reaction is "well thennfind a sub" since it's literally just about one evening. My own opinion is that a) had Lucas asked Eddie himself or b) had Dustin and Mike told Eddie they wanted to be at the game to support their friend - pointing out it was about Lucas, not basketball - Eddie would have tried to postpone it. Neither of these four is an asshole. They just never tried to see the other's perspective. They all have flaws, and that's perfectly fine.

And yeah that anon was weird af. Didn't hear from them again so I guess my mic drop settled it 😂

[dankusner]

Kathy Griffin’s voice in comedy won’t be silenced by Trump trauma, ageism or destroyed vocal cords

Red headed woman in a pink jumpsuit standing in her home shrugging

A portrait photo shoot of Kathy Griffin at her home in Malibu. Her latest stand-up tour “My Life on the PTSD-List,” reaches the Wiltern Theatre on Wednesday, Sept. 18

Kathy Griffin has her voice back.

Recently, a new implant in her left vocal cord has fixed the squeaky whisper marring her speech for four years.

“It’s a freaking miracle,” Griffin says.

Her original voice is back in a broader sense, too.

“Honey, it’s been a rough few years,” the Grammy-winning comic, actor, producer, best-selling author and activist elaborates, “the Trump thing, the cancer, the divorce.”

The 2017 “Trump thing” (holding a severed Trump mask covered in ketchup) included being investigated by the government, placement on the national No Fly list and being unable to travel for performances. Griffin’s mother passed in March 2020, and a pill addiction led to Griffin’s suicide attempt that June.

After six years away from the stage, Griffin now returns with resilient, new material for her extended “My Life on the PTSD-List” tour, which reaches the Wiltern Theatre on Wednesday, Sept. 18.

The tour name references her Emmy-winning TV series as well as ongoing challenges like staying sober, ignoring death threats, moving past lost CNN deals and committing to therapy for complex PTSD.

Griffin’s comedy remains story-oriented.

Her shows are filled with repeat diehards and locally tailored, including personal roasts of audiences in each city.

She hasn’t had an opener in 25 years, and Griffin still stays onstage for two-plus hours.

Some of her stories take a more serious tone these days.

For example, “a story about how I very seriously tried to take my life, wrote a note, the whole thing, and ended up 5150 psych hold at Cedars.”

Yet for Griffin, the Guinness World Record holder for most comedy specials, celebrity sells.

“And bookend that sh– with a funny story about going to Paris [Hilton’s] house,” she says.

“A funny story about going to Mexico with Sia, where everything went wrong.”

At her home in Malibu, Calif., a week after popping up as a surprise guest on an already jaw-dropping “Barbies” lineup at local L.A. theater Dynasty Typewriter at the Hayworth alongside Rosie O’Donnell, Aparna Nancherla, and Anjelah Johnson-Reyes, a post-recovery Griffin recommends yelling at the TV while watching politics, knowing one’s value and learning how to fight long-term in the face of inequality.

Woman sitting on the floor under natural light of a skylight “Never in my born days did I think that this little lady from Forest Park, Ill. would be able to live in Malibu, look at the ocean and run in fear from Mel Gibson,” Griffin says. (Jason Armond/Los Angeles Times) What did the process of having your voice repaired entail, and how has the recovery process been?

I was getting shots every six months where I had to go under general [anesthesia] and they would shoot in a collagen-like substance, which would fatten my left vocal cord. My right one was moving, and my left one was dead. Once again, my mortal enemies — middle-aged white heterosexual men — those f— let me go around, show business with a voice [squeaks] like this!

I could cry thinking about it. It was so awful for almost four years. Finally the singer Sia, she’s one of my besties, she’s like, “Oh, no no no. There is a female surgeon whose name is Dr. Anca Barbu.” Sia’s singing coach is a woman named Amy Chapman. And Amy works for Barbu. I know I’m being a bitter b—, but I just find it very hard to believe that “Oh, well this old white guy cured this celebrity. And this one made it so Ozzy [Osbourne] can sing again. And this one brought this singer back to life. And blah, blah, blah.” I could have gotten this the day after my cancer surgery!

When they took out half of my left lung, they injured me so severely that they killed my left vocal cord for life. I currently still have an aperture, which means a tear above my cords. You can still see the scar. I just had the surgery five weeks ago and then I had to be on two weeks vocal rest, which was living hell. But it has been such a game changer. It’s a mood lifter. Now I like to yell at the TV screen. Last night during that very emotional Harris/Walz rally, I got to yell at the screen like other good solid Democrats.

My house isn’t on the beach, but it’s a water view. And I find that very comforting. When I was coming back from the lung-cancer surgery or this one where I had to be quiet, just looking at the water was big time. Never in my born days did I think that this little lady from Forest Park, Ill. would be able to live in Malibu, look at the ocean and run in fear from Mel Gibson.

Your material on this “My Life on the PTSD-List” tour hadn’t been political. Did that change after the Trump assassination attempt and Vice President Kamala Harris entered the presidential race?

I don’t mention Trump in the new show. It’s not that I am afraid to, honestly. I did a whole tour about that incident, and I made a documentary called “Kathy Griffin: A Hell of a Story.” You can see it free on Amazon because no one, I mean no one, would distribute it because I’m a toxic terrorist who’s on the No Fly list.

But I really, really hope to get a special with this material. I think it’s ageism and sexism. These dudes getting specials, they don’t know what it’s like to play Carnegie. I don’t mean to sound like a braggart, but I think I should have a special. It’s kind of appalling that there are still so many male heterosexual executives that are my age or older that are secret Trumpers, and they own everything. What people don’t know, and what I’m not afraid to say even though it gets me in trouble, is that five old white guys, most of whom are Trumpers, control every bit of media we consume.

I don’t think people understand that nothing’s changed. It’s still the boys club, especially when it comes to stand-up. I’m just shocked, because that’s the conversation Joan Rivers and I used to have right up until she passed away. She said she had that conversation with Phyllis Diller, and I’m sure Phyllis had it with Totie Fields, and her with Moms Mabley. It’s still like that.

Woman holding her dog on a set of indoor steps “I really, really hope to get a special with this material,” Griffin says of her latest tour. “I think it’s ageism and sexism. These dudes getting specials, they don’t know what it’s like to play Carnegie. I don’t mean to sound like a braggart, but I think I should have a special.” (Jason Armond/Los Angeles Times) Yet the benefit of your own theater tour means your demographics and audiences can still come directly to you. You have the opportunity to be much more intimate and revealing with them and to go anywhere, talk about anything with them. There’s no machinery or anyone else in the way.

At 63, if I had to go back and play clubs, I would retire. Yeah, it’s heaven. And I purposely do a long show because I’m so used to doing specials. I’ve done 21 specials, which certainly no guy has, living or dead of any level, not even close. And I have a Grammy for best comedy special. I’m one of only four women to this day in the entire history of the Grammys. I keep thinking they’re going to eventually have to get a little bit better. But once you’re 63, it’s a whole other level. The ageism almost takes the place of the sexism. So yes, women are for sure getting more opportunities, but how many women can you name over 60 that really are at this level? Four?

I have asked countless of my straight bro friends, “Okay, it’s a bro weekend. You and your bros want to go see a comedy show, but you don’t want to go to a club. You want to see somebody with a name. Would it ever occur to you, you and your bro friend, to go see me, Chelsea, Sarah Silverman, Wanda?” And every single one of them said, “To be honest, Kath, no. We want to see Chappelle, Rock, Mulaney.” It’s like, “Oh, it’s didn’t even occur to me to think of a girl.” I don’t know how to fight that. So I keep saying it, even though my agents and managers hate when I say that.

How have you gone about fostering those kind of connections and opportunities that work towards creating that kind of change?

When I was blacklisted, I was like, “Okay, how do you make new friends when you’re 57?” And then I thought about the salons I used to go. I was trained by two women on how to have them: Sue Mengers, the first female, really big power agent, and my dear friend Gloria Vanderbilt.

Mengers said you have to cast them. So I put the introvert next to the extrovert. I separate couples. I have somebody like Meredith Lynch, who’s just starting stand-up, but also is an expert on private equity. Some folks stuck by me like the beautiful Aubrey Plaza, who brought me a casserole two days after the Trump thing. Not everybody dumped me, but it was a lot. These salons became just a way for me to talk to people, and listen to people. Something magical happens when you put your phones away and you just share a meal. We joke around a lot, but we talk about substantial sh—.

There’s something about that environment. People get vulnerable. They talk about stuff that they wouldn’t talk about if it was a cocktail party with 30 people milling around. I used to do two a year, and now I’m trying to do one a month. The first one I had was for a guest of honor named Sidney Poitier. I had two for Dylan Mulvaney. I also had two for E. Jean Carroll, because everybody wants to meet Jean. I tend to try to pick a guest of honor that’s typically a woman who’s been through the fire in some way, shape or form.

Woman standing in her home wearing pink jumpsuit “I do my shows for the people that buy the tickets. And so far, literally every show, I’ve gotten a standing ovation, by the way,” Griffin says. “I know a lot of it is because of the cancer, but I don’t care. I’ll take it!” (Jason Armond/Los Angeles Times) The new tour and new material represents a point of culmination and healing for you, and a new beginning both professionally and in your personal life. Are there new goals that you’ve set for yourself once the tour is over?

When the tour’s over, I’m back on the breadline, honey. I don’t have one goddamn offer. I’m a grinder. It’s been like that my whole life. I’ve never been a turner-downer. I f— say yes to the opening of an envelope.

But the truth of the matter is, I’ve been doing this for so long, I get a lot of repeat business. I’m very lucky in that way, because my fans know I’m going to give them new s— every time. Just in these first 40 cities, I’ve done shows that are two hours and 30, 40 minutes.

I’m not shortchanging those tickets. Those tickets aren’t cheap. I’m fearful people would think that health-wise, I’m not up to it anymore. And that’s not the case, especially since the implant. So I am still there.

I do my shows for the people that buy the tickets. And so far, literally every show, I’ve gotten a standing ovation, by the way. I know a lot of it is because of the cancer, but I don’t care. I’ll take it!

[billybennight]

It was the first night of the two nights I shot in Westwood Village at the Regency Bruin Theatres for 2 different premieres. This was Sony’s DEVOTION. It was a war drama and a buddy film (I’m guessing in the buddy parts but I think I’m accurate). I always remember my first visit to Westwood Village back in the late 70s. I think of it very differently now. In those days I thought of it a party center for music and entertainment types and now I see only youngsters going to college seeking independence. I now know where the party centers are and I’m not as interested in them as I once was. I have other goals that are far more engaging than parties. I’m still fond of parties but there are other things now. Joe Jonas showed up. I think Joe was fascinated by my Freak Brothers florescent orange knit cap with Fat Freddy’s Cat. It is a winning look for sure! It’s was a relaxed screening that lingered longer than most of the photographers desired but we had a good batch of folks and an airplane over to the side. #devotion #sonypictures @westwoodvillage #westwoodvillage #regencybruintheatre (at Fox Bruin Theater) https://www.instagram.com/p/ClJ6jP2SVu0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[missnxthingg]

Mood Rings

Summary: (Y/N) grew up in the Hollywood scene, being the amazing child star that she is. But when Tom Holland steps into her life for a photoshoot, her whole career gets overshadowed by Marvel's Golden Boy, making her annoyed by him. But what happens when she finds out that Tom is her soulmate?

A/N: I know I've been absent from Tumblr, but I wrote this in class the other day and I wanted to share it with the world :) Hope you enjoy it!

Words: 4.6K (a shortie compared to my other fics)

Pairing: Tom Holland x Actress!Reader (Soulmate AU)

Warnings: Mentions of sex, a whole lot of sexism in Hollywood and swearing

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The Oscars were that one night of the year when tons of celebrities gather in a big theatre to award the outstanding performances in that year in Hollywood. For (Y/N) (Y/L/N), it wouldn’t be the first time spending the whole day getting ready to pose on the red carpet for the whole world to see. Being a child actress dotted with a lot of talent, she has always been in the spotlight, meaning she would always attend every event in the Awards Season. This year it was special: she had been nominated for Outstanding Lead Actress in a Drama Series at the Emmys. And while the award night doesn’t arrive, she’s been jumping from ceremony to ceremony as a publicity stunt to make her name appear even more in the media. Even if she doesn’t win that award, it was still important to take this opportunity to promote herself. That’s why she had been putting a lot of effort to get among the best dressed at the Oscars list.

Tonight she was feeling herself. Her stylist dressed her in a bold transparent dress covered with crystals that made her feel like a silver version of the tiny man placed on the Oscars statuette. She was getting some final touches in the dressing room before heading back to the green room when someone entered the door: the last person she wanted to see right now.

“Finally found you.” Tom Holland leaned against the door frame while he was wearing a fancy Italian suit that only added to his Hollywood heartthrob image. “You haven’t been answering my calls.”

“I’ve never saved your contact on my phone.”

“You know we can’t avoid that conversation forever.” He said, this time firming his voice in order to convince her. “We need to talk about our rings.”

“There’s nothing to talk about, Tom.” (Y/N) glanced down at the ring placed on her right hand where the stone was burning in red from anger. For people outside the two of them, that would be only a clear stone placed on a beautiful silver ring, but for soulmates, the stone would burst into the colours of whatever emotion the person that was wearing the accessory felt.

“It’s been a full week, (Y/N). You’re gonna have to talk to me eventually.”

“No, I don’t have Tom.” She shouted at him.

“Of course we do. We’re soulmates, for fuck sake!” He stated, making her fall into silence. (Y/N) glanced at the ring on his right hand that showed a faint colour of green, which meant mixed emotions. The evidence was clear and there was nothing (Y/N) could do about it.

In the world, everyone starts to constantly wear rings right after they turn eight, when they are old enough to know they shouldn’t remove them from their hands. It’s not like it’s mandatory, but not wearing a ring all the time could easily make you look like a freak in society. When you and your soulmate touch hands for the first time, whatever ring you wearing would immediately turn into a mood ring where only your soulmate could see the colours.

(Y/N) grew up touching a lot of people’s hands due to her strong presence in Hollywood. She would always shake hands at events and acting involves a lot of touching most of the time. But it wasn’t until she was 25 years old that her ring finally burst into a shiny light, meaning that the soulmate connection had been made - and it happened with the worst person she could wish to have as a soulmate.

Tom Holland was new in the movie industry, but his role as Spider-Man set him on top of the world where everyone wanted to work with him in Hollywood. Even though the whole world was in love with him, Tom didn’t end up pleasing the industry’s princess (Y/N) (Y/L/N), known by everyone for starring in a big drama movie at a very early age, making her one of the youngest actresses to be nominated for an Oscar.

It only took a small modelling project together to make the whole world force them into the “besties” position, and some of the media took a step further into calling them “possible new Hollywood it-couple”, even though they haven’t been spotted together ever since that magazine cover. She didn’t like that all of her years working her ass off to be the best actress possible was overshadowed by an industry newbie white man. And what everyone thought was a beautiful friendship was actually a big lie behind the scenes.

"Look, I don't wanna talk about it tonight." (Y/N) said. "I am nervous enough to be presenting an award and I don't want this talk to get in the way of my presentation."

"I'm staying at the Chateau and they always host the after-party there. Maybe we could sneak out to talk?”

“I’m just making a quick stop by the party.” (Y/N) said. “And I’m going home right after.”

“You know we need to talk, (Y/N).” Tom pleaded. “I won’t say it will be a quick conversation because it won’t. But I think the sooner we do it, the better.”

“Not tonight. I’m sorry.” (Y/N) excused herself to go to the green room, where everyone who would step on stage tonight was waiting for their turn while sipping on their drinks and eating canapé. Tom popped in the room a few seconds later only to catch her by the bar. “Stop following me.”

“I’m not. I’m just presenting the award after yours.” He sighed. “And since you won’t talk to me, I’ll get myself a drink to wash all the tenseness away from my body.”

(Y/N) looked at the ring placed on his right hand, painted in black, meaning he was stressed and anxious. She felt bad for him, knowing he was going through a lot at that moment. But once again, her own ring was painted black - and it only got deeper the closer it got to her time to step on stage. Although she didn’t have to be worried at all considering she did great up there, getting her to be on top of the trending topics during a big night for Hollywood. Her PR team would be proud.

After she left the stage, (Y/N) went straight out of the green room to join a few friends in the crowd just to enjoy the rest of the ceremony for once, which meant she didn’t meet Tom after going on stage. Her strategy didn’t work very well since Tom appeared a few minutes later to present Best Original Song, taking a quick glance towards her, who was sitting at the front table. Luckily, no one noticed them exchanging glances all night

“Ready to go?” (Y/N)’s stylist asked once Best Picture was finally presented, meaning that the ceremony had come to an end. She simply nodded and said a few ‘see you at the afterparty” to a few people. Her conversation with Tom set her mood down, but she wouldn’t let him ruin the opportunity of getting the spotlight for her.

Her stylist prepared an extra dress that was more comfortable and just as beautiful as her Oscar dress. This time she showed up in a gorgeous midi dark pink dress that grabbed everyone’s attention as she walked by - including her soulmate’s, who was standing by the entrance just to see her arrive. (Y/N) could see from far away that his ring was shining in pink, which meant “love”. She tried to ignore it, but her ring was still black due to anxiety.

(Y/N) got to take a few pictures, did a few interviews before going into the event. As always, she had a casual small talk with most of the people around. Those parties were a great way to make connections and do your own network. That’s how she got a few of her Hollywood jobs through the years. But as the clock got closer to one in the morning, all she wanted was to sneak out of the party to go home.

“You look beautiful, by the way.” A voice she could recognize from anywhere commented, making her turn around to meet Tom with two glasses of whisky in hands. “I got for us both. Fancy one?”

“Actually, I won’t decline it.” She took the glass from his hand, taking a big gulp right after. “What a fucking night.”

“Pretty boring, isn’t it?” Tom shrugged. “As a kid, I thought the Oscars were magical. I’ve always wanted to attend. But it looks like it’s just a place where people from the film industry get to be pretentious.”

“It’s full of shit, right?” She asked with a frown. “I remember a stupid lady saying I wasn’t skinny enough to fit in the dress I was wearing to my first Oscars. I was only 9.”

“I guess the industry hasn’t been kind to you.”

“Not even once.” She sighed. “I’ve been working my ass off for years now and they reduced me to ‘Tom Holland’s allegedly new affair’. Awesome.”

“I despise how the media treats you,” Tom said. “And it’s bad that it got in the way of a potential friendship.”

“You don’t get to be nice. Not tonight.” (Y/N) shook her head and exited to the balcony, where she could have some fresh air to breathe. Tom followed her shortly after.

“I wanna go to my room.” He said. “And I think you should come with me.”

“I’m tired.”

“No, you’re not.” He said. “Look, my family is staying in their own room, so I have the place all to myself.”

“I have my own place, Tom.”

“Please.” Tom tried to hold her hand once again, but she took a step back. “I’m sorry.”

(Y/N) knew she couldn’t avoid that conversation forever, especially when she saw Tom’s ring changing from light green to blue, meaning was starting to feel sad. He watched her own ring turn green as her eyes softened in front of him. What was once black started to show hints of life right in front of him.

“Alright, but you’re sneaking food into your room. I’m starving.”

Tom led (Y/N) up to his room in just a few seconds, the loud music being left behind just to have a quiet place to talk. He was staying on the other side of the building, where the party seemed to be very far away. Since he was staying alone in a room, it wasn’t a big one. Still, it had enough luxury and space that any celebrity could need.

“You must be really uncomfortable in this dress,” Tom commented once the door closed. “You can borrow some of my clothes.”

“Not planning on staying long.” She said and Tom rolled his eyes.

“You’re staying the night, you idiot.” He said before tossing her one of his boxers and a shirt.

“God, you annoy me.” (Y/N) took a seat at his room’s dining table to try reaching for her heels, but the amount of fabrics was keeping her from getting to her feet. Tom finished removing his tie to kneel down and help her with the shoes. “Thank you.”

“Stop being stubborn,” Tom said as he took a seat next to her. “I don’t know why you are always like this with me. I didn’t do anything to you.”

“You know why we have this… between us. I used to be one of the youngest actresses to be nominated for an Oscar and now I’m reduced to Spider-Man’s possible new girlfriend. Guess what they are going to talk about us in the morning? About our performances on stage or a blind item about us sneaking to your room at the afterparty?”

“Yeah, I think you’re right.” He sighed. “But look, we know what we are. I don’t think we can ignore each other for much longer. Because I don’t know about you, but I can’t stop thinking about you ever since our hands touched.”

Tom was anxious. His ring turned into a dark shade of blue, almost turning black. (Y/N) wasn’t very far from that shade either. To say they were both nervous was an understatement, after all, it’s not every day that you meet your soulmate.

“Aren’t you scared?” (Y/N) asked him. “I mean, it’s scary to see your ring shine for the very first time.”

“I’ve never been more scared in my life.” He admitted. “I thought it would never happen to me because everyone around me had met their soulmates. But I don’t know, when our hands touched, it all made sense.”

“I guess I was angry that it was you. At least at first.” (Y/N) said. “And it triggered my anxiety as well. Every time I started to hang out with someone, the media would come all over me to ask if we were soulmates. I knew I wasn’t a match to any of them, but we were all just having fun. I didn’t want to take it to the public eye.”

“I guess you’re always harassed by the media. More than me, at least.”

“It’s all downhill when you’re a woman in Hollywood, Tom.” She sighed. “Yeah, it sucks most of the time. But my love for acting makes it all worth it.”

“I know what that is like.” He nodded in agreement and watched (Y/N) get up to see herself in front of a mirror.

“Zip me down, please.” She asked as she looked at him over the shoulder. Tom gulped but was quick to get to her. His hands flew to the zipper on her back where he slowly pulled them down. (Y/N) held the dress to her body and nodded as a ‘thank you’ before excusing herself to the bathroom to change. Tom just couldn’t believe how cold she could be around him, especially now that they both knew they were soulmates.

“I have micellar water in the bathroom if you want to remove the makeup.” Tom shouted.

“You have a full skincare routine in here.” She shouted back as her eyes went through all the products placed over the sink.

“I’m an actor, darling. I use makeup and I need my face to be perfect for the next day.” He said. “Are you dressed?”

“Yes, you can come in.” She opened the door for him and Tom already had his shirt unbuttoned, ready to be taken off.

“And skincare routines are like… really nice.” He smiled at her. “We should do face masks.”

“You have one?”

“Lucky enough, I have two.” He winked at her before taking two cotton pads and wetting them with micellar water.

“What a prepared boy.” She smiled at him, the first smile she genuinely showed all night. “I was mentally cursing you for not letting me go home to my skincare, but apparently you even have serums.”

“My makeup artist bought it for me. I have them, but normally I sleep too much and don’t have time to use them.” He admitted. “But it’s all yours, love.”

“Love? That’s new.” She commented. “You normally only call people the infamous British ‘darling’, right?”

“Yeah, but you’re not just anyone.” Tom shrugged. “I have to admit, I don’t know how to start the conversation we need to have.”

“I don’t know either.” (Y/N) agreed with a nod before turning to the mirror to remove the rest of her makeup.

“I mean, I thought I was one of those rare people that didn’t have a soulmate.”

“Me too.” He agreed. “Because I turned 25 and I saw everyone around me enjoying their life alongside their soulmates, but in a sea of people and a lot of amazing things, I didn’t have anyone to share.”

“I guess I felt the same. I think growing up as a child star made my life very lonely and I have only a few people that I trust and that I get to feel comfortable to be around. So seeing everyone I loved with a soulmate only made me lonelier.”

“We don’t have to feel lonely anymore." Tom said before pumping the cleanser one time on his hand and another one on (Y/N)'s.

"This cleanser is the best! I used to have a lot of acne growing up, but this totally changed my life."

"I use this one too." (Y/N) said. "Did you know I lost a role because of acne once? The director said my skin had to be flawless because the character was supposed to be a lady."

"What a whole lot of bullshit." Tom frowned in anger. "I played Spider-Man with acne on Homecoming."

(Y/N) shrugged before bending on the sink to rinse her face. Tom waited for her to come back with a towel in his hands, which she thanked with a smile.

"Yeah, I feel like the director did me a huge favour by taking me off the movie. The girl that got my role said he was very abusive on set." (Y/N) said as Tom rinsed his own face. "But I guess that's a trauma, you know? I had a lot of insecurities because of that one audition."

"Well, I think you are beautiful just the way you are." Tom kissed her cheek right after he came up from the sink. (Y/N) immediately cracked a smile at the gesture.

"We learned more about each other in half an hour than in five years of knowing each other."

"I like that already." Tom said before turning to get two face masks - one for him and another for her. "This is supposed to detox your face. And I have four pads for the eyes as well."

"I love a prepared man." (Y/N) giggled before ripping the package open. Both of them placed the masks on their faces and laughed at each other once they were done.

"We need to take a picture of us." Tom immediately popped his phone and (Y/N) leaned into his shoulder so he could take a photo in the mirror.

"Send it to me afterwards." She said to him. "I wanna remember this."

"You do?" He frowned with a smile on his face.

"Of course, you're my soulmate after all." That was the first time she ever admitted he was her soulmate out loud and it made both of them euphoric. Were things finally falling into place?

"I like you, (Y/N)." Tom said. "I know we have a long way to go and that we never really got along, but I've always liked you."

"I guess I like you too, Holland." She smiled at him. "I'm sorry for all the fighting over the years."

"Don't worry about it." He shrugged. "We have plenty of time now, don’t we?”

“I guess.” She shrugged. “Do you have anything to eat?”

“I have pizza leftovers from last night and a microwave to heat it up,” Tom suggested. “But we can always call the front desk to ask for food.”

“Nah, I just want something quick.” (Y/N) opened the mini-fridge and popped some pizza out of there. She was quick to put two slices in the microwave so they could share. “Can I take a can of soda?”

“Of course you can. Get one for me too, love.” Tom said as he prepared the bed for sleeping. “Do you want me to sleep on the couch?”

(Y/N) looked back at the bed, which was definitely bigger than the one she has back home, and shrugged. “I think it’s big enough for us. We have to get used to it, don’t we?”

“You talk as if we’re obligated to be with each other,” Tom said, now setting the pleasant mood down with just a few words.

“Well, isn’t it the whole concept of soulmates? You just have to accept that they are meant to be with you?”

“Soulmates don’t need to be this artificial.” Tom sighed. “They have an instant bond, a natural connection. They shouldn’t feel obligated to be with each other.”

“Tom, I really don’t want to fight right now.” She said. “I know we have a lot of issues and we still need to work this through conversation, but I had a long night. I’m sorry if I’m treating this like it’s an obligation, it’s just… so new to me.”

Tom closed his eyes and took a deep breath before nodding. Judging by the colour of his ring, he was very stressed. “You’re right, yeah. Sorry.”

Instead of saying anything, (Y/N) left the pizza in the microwave to give him a tight hug. She watched his dark ring turn into a pink and blue-ish colour, meaning he felt both loved and relaxed. Her own ring matched his colours and it was the very first time it showed any of those colours.

“Thank you for this.” He whispered in her ear. “I really, really want this to work. Because you’re special (Y/N), and I’ve known that for a while.”

“I know Tom. Just, give us a little more time, alright?” She pulled back, her hands never leaving his neck, just to see his face. He smiled before nodding at her words.

“More time. Yeah, I can do that.”

One year later

“(Y/N), wait for me.” Tom called from behind her through the current mess of Dolby Theatre during the Oscars. She stopped her walk just to see what he had to say. Just like a year ago, Tom’s ring was painted black for anxiety and stress.

“What’s wrong with you?” She frowned as her hand immediately flew to the one who held his ring.

“I’m nervous about the award.” He admitted. This had been the first time he had ever been nominated for an Oscar, let alone for Best Actor. Tom had been shitting himself ever since he found out he was nominated.

“You’re gonna be just fine.” She pulled him into a hug and his muscles immediately relaxed under her touch. Once again, as every time (Y/N) touches him, his ring turned blue with a faint hint of pink. “I’m already so proud of you.”

“Thank you, love.”

It had been one year since they shared a hotel room at the Chateau Marmont to talk about them being soulmates. Ever since then, a lot happened between (Y/N) and Tom. They became close friends, trying to build the best relationship after years of hatred. Now they were best friends who were very much in love with each other, but they were just waiting for the right time to take this to the next level. Both knew they were meant to be together, but the best part of starting to like someone is the butterflies in their stomach. They didn’t want to skip that.

So that means they never kissed, not even once. Although, (Y/N) and Tom have been inseparable lately, they just couldn’t have their first kiss right before leaving for work in the morning or drunk in the club late at night. They talked it through and they had their entire life to just be with each other, so it could wait until the universe said it was time.

But maybe both of them couldn’t resist for much longer.

“Will you sit with me?” Tom asked her, who this time was only attending the event as his guest. Last year she won the Emmys, but this year she was taking a break to focus on the following season for the show that took her name to television glory.

“Of course.” She nodded and Tom helped her get to the table.

People and the media were starting to get more and more suspicious about them being soulmates. Not only they were seen hanging out together all the time, a fan caught them one night playing with each other’s ring as they shared dinner to celebrate Tom’s Oscars nomination. After that photo went viral, people just couldn’t leave them alone. And maybe attending the red carpet together didn’t help the rumours at all.

But (Y/N) looked stunning, even if this was supposed to be Tom’s night. He was dressed in a double-breasted Prada black suit that made the perfect contrast with her champagne satin dress, which kept her outfit simple and classy, perfect for the Oscars. He thought she looked as beautiful as she ever does and he wanted to show everyone that that was his soulmate - even though they were taking things slow. And just to close the whole look, Tom gave her a brand new ring that has been shining in purple for adoration ever since he put it on her finger.

Both of them had a great time commenting on the ceremony, making bets about the winners and cursing the Academy every time a good movie lost an award. But as the night was coming to an end, the closer it got to the Best Actor category. As they read all the nominees' names, Tom searched for (Y/N)’s hand under the table and she gave him tight squeezes to calm him down.

“And the Oscar goes to…” Uma Thurman, who had been invited to present the award, started. “Tom Holland.”

Tom felt so relieved that the first thing he did was pull (Y/N) into a sweet and brief kiss, the first one they ever shared. It caught her by surprise, but she wasn’t mat at all. Actually, she very much liked it. After that, Tom was greeted by a few of his cast members and family before heading up to the stage to receive the award. He was on the verge of tears and (Y/N) was the only one who could see his ring shining green for mixed feelings.

“I’m still a little bit stunned by this.” He breathed out as he held the award in his hands. “Because little Tom would never imagine he would one day be standing on this stage to receive such an honour as an Oscar. I have a lot of people to thank and I am grateful for everything all of them have done for me over my career. But the work that got me this award couldn’t have been done without the help and support of my beautiful soulmate. (Y/N), I love you. This award is for both of us.”

The whole crowd broke into laugh claps and cheerings for Tom, but (Y/N) was too stunned to speak. She only arched her brows and smiled at him, reassuring him that it was fine. He continued to thank a few other people on the cast and crew, never forgetting his family as well, before coming down from the stage. (Y/N) immediately got up from her seat to meet him in the green room before they presented Best Picture.

Tom, who was being congratulated by a few people around, dropped the conversation he was having with Uma Thurman just to hug (Y/N). They stood quiet for a few seconds, just enjoying each other’s embrace.

“You’re crazy.” She whispered in his ear.

“I know.” He giggled. “But I just couldn’t help myself.”

“The whole world knows about us now.” (Y/N) said and Tom shrugged. “You kissed me for the first time in front of the whole world.”

“I wanted to make this night unforgettable.” He admitted. “And it will always be the best night of my life.”

“I love you, Oscar Winner Tom Holland.”

“I love you too, Emmy Winner (Y/N) (Y/L/N).” He kissed her one more time before quickly pulling back, searching for two glasses of champagne to make a toast. “To happy years in our relationship and to many more awards.”

“And to us and every step we take from now on.”

“To us.”