#victorious cast

[topboylikesully]

Victorious

[bestofmidi]

You don't have to be afraid to put your dream in action You're never gonna fade, you'll be the main attraction Not a fantasy, just remember me When it turns out right

submitted by @tehquinndruroxxhard199717 !!!

original midi at http://www.hamienet.com/66384_Victorious-theme-song-full-version.mid

[herweirdass]

field trip fate: part 2 | andre harris

andre spent the next two days staring at your number like it was some kind of sacred text. he’d drafted at least five messages, but every time he went to hit send, he’d chicken out.

“just text her already,” beck said, lounging on the couch in the blackbox theater. “what’s the worst that could happen?”

“she doesn’t reply,” andre muttered, running a hand over his face.

“if she gave you her number, she wants to talk to you,” tori chimed in. “you don’t come off as too desperate, so you’re good.”

“thanks for that vote of confidence,” andre said dryly, but their words pushed him to finally type out a message:

andre: hey, it’s andre—museum guy. any chance you’ve been thinking about me as much as i’ve been thinking about you? ;)

he hit send before he could second-guess himself, then immediately set his phone face down on the table.

“it’s out of my hands now,” he said, leaning back with a dramatic sigh.

on the other side of town, you were sitting in your room, scrolling through your phone when the message came in. you couldn’t help but laugh at his smooth approach.

your friend, who was sitting on your bed, looked over. “what’s so funny?”

“museum guy finally texted me,” you said, holding up the phone.

“oooh, what are you gonna say?” she asked, leaning closer.

you smirked. “keep him on his toes, of course.”

you typed back:

you: oh, i don’t know. i’ve been very busy.

it didn’t take long for his reply to come through.

andre: too busy to think about me? ouch. you’re breaking my heart already.

you smiled, shaking your head. he was persistent—that much was clear.

you: guess you’ll just have to make a stronger impression.

andre read your message and grinned. you were definitely playing hard to get, but he was up for the challenge.

andre: how about i make my impression over dinner this weekend? i’ll even wear something fancy.

you bit your lip, trying not to smile too much.

you: dinner? bold move for someone i’ve only known for ten minutes.

andre: more like the best ten minutes of my life. give me a chance, y/n. you won’t regret it.

you paused, pretending to think about it, even though you already knew your answer.

you: fine. but if it’s boring, i’m leaving early.

andre: deal. but trust me, you won’t want to leave.

andre pumped his fist in the air when he saw your reply, earning a curious look from jade, who had just walked into the blackbox.

“what are you so happy about?” she asked, her usual skeptical tone in place.

“just locked down the best date of my life,” andre said, already thinking about what he’d wear.

“wow,” jade said flatly. “she must not know you well yet.”

“real funny, jade,” andre shot back, but nothing could ruin his mood.

that saturday, andre showed up at the restaurant early, dressed in a sleek black button-up and sneakers that were just the right mix of casual and cool. when you walked in, wearing a simple dress and your signature confidence, andre felt his heart skip a beat.

“you clean up nice,” you said as you sat across from him.

“you look amazing,” he replied, his grin making you feel butterflies you weren’t ready to admit to.

as the evening went on, the conversation flowed effortlessly, filled with laughter, playful teasing, and a growing connection. by the time the night ended, andre knew one thing for sure: you weren’t just someone he wanted to impress—you were someone he wanted to keep around.

when he walked you to your car, he hesitated before asking, “so… was this better than the museum?”

you smiled, leaning closer. “maybe. i’ll let you know after the second date.”

andre chuckled, watching as you got into your car and drove away, already counting down the days until he could see you again.

[trashbngirl]

oh, to be one of them back in the early 2010s...

[flawless-imperfections]

oh baby, give me one more chance to show you that i love you

[victoriously-wicked]

FUCK OFF, NO WAYYY!! IS THIS RECENT?!?! JORI NATION, WE WON!

A christmas jori

[boag]

They raised me fr

[padmesbox]

Happy Full Gear day to all those who celebrate

[thedelusionalbitchgianna]

Emily: *gets a text* Oh! It’s Morgan.

Spencer, excitedly: Did he get me the stuff?

Emily: Yeah, he says he got you the clown costume, the power drill, and 12 gallons of blood.

Spencer: Wow! Where’d he find 12 gallons of fake blood?

Emily: You wanted fake blood?

Spencer:

Emily: I’ll go call Morgan

[ambeauty]

“I want us to stay in each other’s lives forever.”

The Bear Cast at the 76th Emmy’s

[deancasforcutie]

Goodbye is too good a word babe so I'll just say fare thee well to the only things that happened this year

And a very happy 20 years Supernatural in 2025!

[kindlespark]

i have NOT been losing my mind for weeks over ruben’s horrified Psychic Scream after ivy and oisin died and buddy running to ruben to cure him from Slow and lucy saying ruben was her really good friend just for people on this stupid website to say that the rat grinders didnt care about each other. im going to kill myself

[herweirdass]

field trip fate | andre harris

the museum buzzed with groups of students. they had clearly double booked. it was packed. andre stood near the sculpture exhibit, half-listening to robbie ramble about ancient artifacts when his gaze drifted across the room—and froze.

you were standing by the paintings, your plaid skirt uniform catching the light as you tilted your head to examine a canvas. andre barely noticed anything else in the room.

“yo, andre, you okay?” robbie asked, waving a hand in front of his face.

“who is that?” andre muttered, his eyes glued to you.

robbie followed his gaze and grinned. “looks like St. Mary’s, the all girls school. you’re bold if you think she’s gonna give you the time of day.”

andre smirked, already stepping forward. “watch me.”

he weaved through the crowd until he was close enough to hear your voice as you chatted with one of your classmates. something about the way you smiled made his chest tighten.

“hey,” andre said smoothly, his signature grin in place.

you turned, your eyes meeting his, and for a moment, he swore the world slowed down. but instead of melting at his charm like most people did, you raised an eyebrow.

“can i help you?” you asked, your tone polite but guarded.

andre chuckled, undeterred. “i just had to come over and say hi. i’m andre.”

“okay… andre,” you said, glancing at your friend, who stifled a laugh. “and?”

“and… i think you’re stunning,” he said, his voice softening. “figured we could start there.”

you couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at your lips. “that’s a bold opener. does it usually work?”

“depends,” he said, leaning slightly against the exhibit railing. “does it work on you?”

you tilted your head, pretending to think. “not yet.”

andre laughed, loving the challenge. “alright, how about this? what if i gave you the best museum tour you’ve ever had?”

“you think you can top our guide’s spiel on renaissance art?” you teased.

“easily,” andre said. “i make everything better.”

your friend nudged you, whispering something in your ear, but you waved her off, turning back to andre.

“i’ll give you ten minutes,” you said finally.

andre grinned like he’d won the lottery. “ten minutes is all i need.”

he spent the next ten minutes walking you through exhibits, mixing facts with jokes, and sneaking in little compliments that made you roll your eyes but secretly blush. by the time the tour wrapped up, you were genuinely enjoying yourself.

“okay,” you said as you reached the final gallery. “that wasn’t terrible.”

“i’ll take that as a compliment,” andre said, his grin never faltering. “so… what do i have to do to get your number?”

you smirked, crossing your arms. “hmm. i’m not sure.”

“come on,” andre said, taking a step closer. “you can’t leave me hanging after all this. what if this is fate?”

you pretended to think again, then sighed dramatically. “fine. but only because you’re persistent.”

you scribbled your number on the back of a museum flyer and handed it to him just as your teacher called for your group to head out.

“don’t waste it,” you said with a wink, turning to leave.

andre watched you walk away, clutching the flyer like it was gold. as soon as you were out of sight, he let out a triumphant laugh.

“got it,” he said, tucking the number into his pocket as he walked back to his friends.

“you actually got her number?” robbie asked, wide-eyed.

“of course i did,” andre said, confidence radiating off him. “she couldn’t resist.”

but deep down, he knew he was the one who couldn’t resist you.

[ectonurites]

i could not stop thinking abt this post by @elekinetic about a Breakfast Club au so uhm. here we are!!!

[flawless-imperfections]

i don’t know what you been used to, never been with a girl like you, but i can give you a love that is true

[kradogsrats]

Aaravos inadvertently played himself in telling Leola's story to Claudia, because while it changed how she saw him enough to cast a spell returning him to the world "with love," it also opened him emotionally enough to change how he saw her in the same manner, and in this essay I will