Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes
Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes
Silver-white winters that melt into springs
These are a few of my favorite things
When the dog bites
When the bee stings
When I'm feeling sad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don't feel so bad
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Favorite Things: Charlie, Emily, & Angel
-Sitting in the Heaven Liasson Office in Hell-
Emily: Thank you for letting me make up my inappropriate behavior the other day, Charlie.
Charlie: (ice-cream and rainbow sprinkles smeared all over her face as she shovels another pint and shake container down her gullet) All is forgiven! *bite-gulp!* Do you happen to know where Vaggie's sweat rag went? She's been looking for it.
Emily: (blushes and tucks her travel bag further under the table and bites her lips closed to avoid her horrible lying skills) Mmmm-mmmm...
Charlie: Oh, well, I'm sure it'll turn up eventually. That and her hair scrunchie... and her wrist wraps.... and-
Emily: I'm quite sure they'll turn up! (glances at the third chair) But, I'm surprised you didn't bring Vaggie with you. Who is this?
Angel: (scrolling on his phone, bored out of his mind) Name's Angel Dust. How you doin'?
Charlie: This is Angel. From the council meeting. Remember?
Emily: Right! Well, it's a pleasure to meet you in person, Angel.
Angel: Uh-huh....
Charlie: Well! Let's get to it! Should we start with-
Phone: Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens. Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens. Brown paper packages tied up with strings. These are a few of my favorite things.
Charlie, Emily, and Angel: (Check their phones simultaneously)
Charlie: That's me, guys. I'll be right back. Vaggie's calling. (answers phone and walks away) Hey, babe! I'm at the meeting. Is something wrong? .......What do you mean your deodorant is missing?
Emily: .........
Angel: .........
Emily: (starts humming "Favorite Things" from "The Sound of Music")
Angel: I don't do girls, but will seriously blow you underneath this table right now if you promise not to say a fuckin' word about that being my ringtone for Husk.
Emily: (hikes her legs up, holds her knees to her chest, and squeaks) No, thank you! I promise not to tell regardless!
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🩷 Top 7 Comfort Films 🩷
Thanks to the amazing @haurasha for the tag!
If these movies are on, I will curl up and watch them, no questions asked. You probably have some questions, but don’t judge me 😂
1. Alice in Wonderland (1951)
2. The Fifth Element (1997)
3. The Matrix Reloaded (2003)
4. The Mothman Prophecies (2002)
5. The Pirate (1948)
6. Shakespeare in Love (1998)
7. XXX (2002)
No pressure tags: @madstronaut @kit-williams @gemmahale @ofdivinity01 @vampirekilmerfic @glitterypirateduck @eilidh-eternal @captain-natey @captainjamster
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Ice peeked around the door to see Mischi bouncing up and down in her Pack n Play, clutching her teddy to her chest. Sadie sat on the bed, searching through her phone, and made a satisfied noise when she found what she was looking for. She angled her phone towards Mischi, who beamed and said, “The dreamy song!”
“That’s right! Remember who sings this, Mischi?”
“Unca Tom!”
The burning feeling in Ice’s throat inched up into his nose and behind his eyes, intensifying when Sadie pressed play on the video. There was some static, and then there was the sound of his own voice, only the slightest rasp to it from overuse. “Which number is this, Chip?”
“Seven-ayyyyy!” Mischi cheered, in unison with Sarah on the other side of the camera.
“Okay, y’know what I mean, don’t get excited, man,” the Ice of 2014 said, doing his best Davy Jones impression. 2014!Sarah laughed. The Ice of 2019 fought to keep his breathing steady. “It’s ‘cause I’m short, I know.” Ice heard himself strum a few familiar chords, and then: “Oh, I could hide ‘neath the wings of the bluebird as she sings; the six o’clock alarm would never ring…”
Midway through the next verse, Ice felt a hand at the small of his back. Somehow, he managed not to flinch and turned around slowly, meeting Maverick’s eyes. He wanted to explain, to say that he’d recorded hundreds of videos in the aftermath of his diagnosis—songs, stories, messages to friends and family—in case of the worst, but hadn’t touched them once since finding out he was cancer-free, not wanting to somehow jinx his luck. Not wanting the reminder of what he’d lost.
But Maverick didn’t say a word. All he did was offer his hand, and Ice’s throat closed completely when he took it; let Maverick wrap his arms around him. And from the guest room, the sound of Ice’s voice rang clear and true: “Cheer up, sleepy Jean; oh, what can it mean to a daydream believer and a homecoming queen?”
a scene from the first chapter of my icemav fic bring back that lovin' feelin', drawn by the incredible @patbbangg ❤️❤️❤️
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Subby bottom Eddie is my favorite thing in the entire world, okay? 😭
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