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articlevewor · 2 years

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How to make a fnaf character in scratch

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marlahey · 4 years

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What are some of your favorite taylor songs?

Oh Saraya you just reminded me how poorly I did on T’s discography quiz on sporcle. it was embarrassing haha. I could probably sort by album but just off the top of my head here are some standouts:

Speak Now

Love Story

Dear John

Clean

Style

I Did Something Bad

Delicate

False God

Cornelia Street

Afterglow

The Man

And obviously All Too Well, aka Taylor’s best song forever (I’ll fight you on this).

#taylor swift #imagine me trying to rank all the songs per album lol #that would be hard #holdinbacksecrets #a wild ask appears!

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sassycassie-s-writing · 6 years

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Get Outta Here

By: SassyShoulderAngel319

Fandom/Character(s): DC, BatFam - Jason Todd/Red Hood

Rating: PG-11/T-

Original Idea: I dunno. I was in the shower.

Notes: (Masterlist)(By Character)(About Me) This sounded a lot better in my head while I was in the shower... I wrote this a while ago but I’m still so excited to share it. I loved it. But devil-may-care is one of my favorite lines I’ve ever written. @welovegroot @batboys-and-other-messes

^^^^^

The Red Hood. The most feared crime lord in all of Gotham City.

He sat on what was basically a throne in his place of business—an abandoned, gutted out apartment building next to Gotham’s warehouse district. His legs were spread wide and he slouched on the throne in a relaxed, can’t-be-bothered, devil-may-care-but-I-sure-don’t way. The helmet over his entire head was the color of the blood dripping down my arm from the slice on my shoulder.

He didn’t even perk up or move at all when I was marched into the penthouse on the top floor of the building by six of his goons. And he only tilted his head down to look at me when I was forced onto my knees before him, several feet back.

The Red Hood regarded me, and because of his mask I had no idea what he was thinking. The mask was set in a permanent scowl, but he was practically radiating cold indifference.

“Kill her,” he said to his goons, voice electronically modified.

“No, wait, wait!” I pleaded, sitting up straight. “I mean, I’ll go willingly. But, please, just… let me make one phone call. There’s someone I need to apologize to.”

Red Hood tilted his head to the side, still staring at me. “One call,” he said. He looked to one of his goons. “Johansen, your phone.” The goon pulled his phone out of his pocket and handed it to me. I took it, my wrists cuffed together, and dialed the familiar phone number with shaking fingers.

Red Hood’s phone started ringing right after I placed the call. He glanced at it. “I have to take this. Business. You have until I hang up,” he said, getting to his feet and marching out of the room. The metal door shut with a clang!

Right as a familiar voice answered. “Jason Todd,” it said.

I exhaled in a sigh-laugh. “Jay! Hey. It’s me.”

“Sweetheart? What—why—?”

“Listen, I don’t have a lot of time, okay? I’m—I’m calling to apologize. I am so, so sorry. For everything that I said. And… more importantly, for everything I didn’t say. I’m so sorry that we ended so badly. I’d never had a boyfriend before you and I didn’t know how to be a good girlfriend. I tried the give-and-take, compromise, communication thing and it just… I sucked at it. And I’m sorry for that.

“I’m sorry that I said ‘I love you’ too much at the beginning and then stopped. I thought I was coming on strong and freaking you out. So I stopped. And I, uh, I blame myself for us breaking down and falling apart. But… I loved you. I still do,” I said.

“Babe, what’s going on?”

“Nothin’, Jay. I’m, uh, I'm going… away. For a long time. I’m pulling a Journey. Uh, takin’ a midnight plane goin’ anywhere,” I said.

“Isn’t the line ‘midnight train’?” Jason asked.

“Yeah but planes are faster. And, Jay, by… by the time I get back, you and I as a couple will be… barely a memory in each other’s minds.” I ran my hand through my hair.

There was a long silence between the two of us for a few seconds.

“Jason. Please. Just… say you love me. One last time. I want my last memory of you to be you saying you love me. Please. And then I’ll be out of your life for good.”

“I love you, darling. I really do. I'm not just saying that because you asked me to. And it wasn’t your fault we fell apart. It was mine too. I didn’t tell you everything. I kept secrets from you. I shouldn’t have. I love you. So much. I’m sorry we fell apart too,” Jason said.

I sniffled. Tears welled up in my eyes and streamed down my face. “I miss you Jay-baby. And I’ll miss you the entire time I'm gone.”

He didn’t need to know that I was lying. That I was going to die, not going away.

“Hey, when I get back, if you still have this number, I’ll, uh, I’ll call you. Okay?”

“Yeah. Sounds good, baby,” Jason said. That stung more than I thought. He’d wait forever for a call that would never come. “Assuming you even remember my number by that time.”

I chuckled. “Hey, I have a good memory! I answered every single Jane Austen title in two minutes on that Sporcle quiz without your help!”

He laughed. And oh gosh it was his laugh. Big and boisterous and so loud it sounded like it was coming from the next room. More tears fell down my cheeks and landed on my chest. I wiped them off and sniffled again.

“Hey, babe, you okay?” Jason asked.

“Yeah. It’s just, I’m sorry for everything. I love you Jason. I’m going to miss you,” I said.

“I love you too,” he said.

I sobbed once. “Goodbye. Jason.”

“Goodbye, my love. Enjoy your trip, wherever you’re going,” Jason said.

“I’ll try.” I hung up Johansen’s phone and set it on the ground, breaking down into sobs. “How did… how did everything go so wrong?” I whispered into my hand as I wiped more tears off my face. “How did my life come to this?”

The door reopened. The Red Hood strode in with his goons. He took his seat on his throne, in the same posture as before. “A touching call, to be sure,” he said sarcastically.

I was pretty sure I imagined the slightest tremor in his voice.

“Shoulda known you’d be listening in,” I mumbled, wiping my face off on my shirt.

Red Hood shrugged and waved his phone at me. “Better to know what’s going on.”

I pushed Johansen’s phone back at him and then met Red Hood’s eyes. “Okay then, Hood. Call’s over. I’ve made my apology. I’m ready. Kill me.”

He regarded me silently again, head tilting to the side.

Then he looked up at his henchmen. “Leave us. All of you. Now,” he ordered.

The goons all filed out the door.

The Red Hood stood from his throne and pulled the handguns from the holsters on each thigh. He strode closer to me. Then went around me and slammed the guns onto the metal table by the door. I watched over my shoulder as he also extracted a knife and slammed it down. I blinked in confusion but figured it’d be better not to say anything. Was I going to die via shuriken? That would hurt…

Red Hood circled back around and sat cross-legged in front of me on the barren floor.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he said. “I never was going to. I was going to stop my men from earlier before they even could.”

“Then why did you tell them to kill me?” I snarled.

He shrugged. “I have a reputation to maintain.” As he spoke, he unlocked the cuffs on my wrists. I rubbed some feeling back into them before turning a dark glare onto the crime lord sitting inches from me.

I narrowed my eyes. “So how come you weren’t gonna hurt me?” I challenged.

Red Hood pressed something on the side of his helmet. It hissed and something released on the back, making it easier to remove.

He popped it off. “Because I love you,” he said.

“Oh my—Jason!” I breathed in surprise, collapsing forward and throwing my arms around his neck. There were tear tracks on his face too. He held onto my back, his hands clenching into fists in my shirt, and buried his nose into the curve where my neck met my shoulder. I clung to him in relief like he was a life raft. “Oh Jason…” I didn’t even know what to say.

“I know, sweetheart. I know. Everything’s okay. It’s going to be fine. Don’t worry. I won’t let anyone here hurt you. I promise. You’re safe. I know what I said scared you. But I can’t let them know who you are. It’s the only way any of this works.”

“Wh-why?” I asked.

“Because I have to be the boss in charge. The crime lord without a heart. They can’t know or I’ll lose control of everything. And that will put you, me, and everyone in danger.”

I nodded into his shoulder. “Okay.”

Jason rubbed my back. “Let’s get you out of here. Someplace safe. Okay?”

“Yeah.”

He kissed my cheek. “C’mon. I know just the place.”

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reddiesporcle · 4 years

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Faceclaim Sporcle Quiz FAQ/Director’s Commentary

Hello, I’m back to once again post a Sporcle quiz for a day on Twitter before I disappear off into the ether (the ether is locking my Twitter account again). How are you? Great. Let’s get the questions that I always see pop up whenever I post a quiz out of way first.

Where are your quizzes?

Faceclaims Quiz Media Properties That Have Been the Basis of SMAU Quiz Friends Episode Title as SMAU Quizzes: Round 1 | Round 2 | Round 3 | Round 4

Do you have a list of references for the quizzes used?

The quizzes used in my summary quizzes are all I have. Most of them are abandoned or deleted, but the remnant links can be found here. Feel free to hum a Sarah McLachlan song as you hum through them. The more recent quizzes were done in a fun and fancy free style where I kept track of no specifics because I am here for a good time, not a useful time. Sorry to not be of any help!

Why are your quizzes not publicly available?

If the quizzes aren’t private, then that means they are available to the Sprocle community at large to be verified or added to the random play a quiz generator. The idea of a fifty-year old film bro trying to guess all the Oscar Best Picture winners he knows in ten minutes and then being faced with a Reddie SMAU quiz makes me want to roll down a hill in anguish. The idea of a thirty-year old film bro deciding to fact check my Reddie SMAU quizzes makes me want to roll down seven hills in anguish. So they remain private. You can find them in the links on this page. As noted above!

Why didn’t you include ______ faceclaim?

There are many reasons for why a certain faceclaim wasn’t included. I may not have seen it because it was further into the narrative of a story or I have not read it recently enough to have the faceclaim stick in my memory! I may not have recognized it from the tiny contact picture and couldn’t easily find a tweet verifying the name! He was a Connor Bowers faceclaim and every blonde white guy in Hollywood looks exactly the same to me and no, I do not have the technology to reverse google image search a tiny contact photo. There are over-200 faceclaims in here. There are probably more. I don’t get paid for this, please cut me some slack.

Your quiz has a typo!

As previously stated, I do not get paid for this. Please cut me some slack.

Director’s Commentary

I understand nobody cares about this part, so I put the process behind making this quiz behind a cut. It also has the answers. It’s basically my evil villain monologuing moment.

Every quiz I have ever made in life is basically the result of my life philosophy which is the wolfpupy tweet, “well it made me laugh and that’s the most important thing, my feelings”. The Friends Episode Title summary quizzes started because I think it’s hilarious that the original title for Turtle Creek was Still Waters (it is always Still Waters to me). The “Has This Media Property Been the Basis of a Reddie AU Tweet?” quiz started because I was bewildered at just how many different, incredibly varying media properties had inspired SMAUs. I don’t have a wide audience so the only person I’m trying to impress is myself and so, I make myself laugh.

Anyway, the Faceclaim Quiz idea first came about when I was doing those summary quizzes and I realized just how many Patty faceclaims there were. I thought that a fun quiz would be “Match the Patty Faceclaim to the SMAU”, but that would have taken too much work while I was also doing the summary quizzes. By the time I finished those, the idea had become too unwieldy. There were too many Patty faceclaims to match to too many SMAUs.

Eventually, the idea transferred to a simpler concept which was “What if I made a faceclaim quiz and every answer was correct except one?” The idea seemed so stupid, and I figured nobody would seriously play it and it would make me laugh. And that’s what is important! So that’s what I set out to do.

The trouble is that coming up with only one wrong answer was giving me hives because I knew if that faceclaim was used in a SMAU someone would be dying to point it out to me. So my brain started this new game of “Name an actor, name how they could possibly be used in a SMAU.” Any relatively famous male actor who I didn’t remember in a SMAU became a potential Connor Bowers. Leonardo DiCaprio. Brad Pitt. Chris Evans. Chris Pratt. Chris Hemsworth. Chris Messina. Chris Hayes from MSNBC. Other famous people in the last 30 years also got weirdly cast in things. Oh, Jennifer Aniston could be a Maggie Tozier. Oh, Kelsey Grammer could be a Pennywise. Will Smith probably worked with Richie on a movie. Taylor Swift may have worked with Eddie on his taxes. I was not going to risk it.

Then I considered doing Old Hollywood actors, but my brain went “Katharine Hepburn played Patty in an On Golden Pond SMAU!” and that was the end of that. I also considered just being completely obvious and doing like Abraham Lincoln because nobody was going to cast him as Wentworth Tozier, probably, but that wasn’t funny to me. And that was what was important my feelings.

In the end, the answer came somewhere in between. Currently, I am working my way through the AFI 100 Movie’s list, which has been a horrible calvacade of one examination of toxic masculinity after another. One of the most excruciating films to sit through was called Intolerance: Love’s Struggle Throughout the Ages. It is a three-hour silent film by the director of Birth of a Nation where he argues that the NAACP saying that Birth of a Nation was racist was intolerant. The same kind of intolerance that got Jesus killed. It’s terrible. But the director of Birth of a Nation invented crane shots, so it had to make the AFI list, I guess. I’m getting distracted though.

Intolerance was terrible, but it was old, obscure and poorly restored which meant that nobody was going to use it as the source of faceclaims for anything. Even more amusing was that all the characters didn’t really have names but vague descriptions. “Princess Beloved”, “The Kindly Officer”, etc. etc. So in a bit of amusing myself I made a decision. I decided to group the characters into general groups.

ACTUAL CAST MEMBERS OF AN IT PROJECT PATTY REDDIE NON-MYRA LOVE INTERESTS OF VARYING DEGREES FAKE REDDIE SIBLINGS/COUSINS/WHATEVER GEORGIES LOSER DADS LOSER MOMS MYRA AUDRA/KAY MOVIE-BASED MALE VILLAINS/PENNYWISE MISCELLEANOUS

Then I organized the faceclaims into the highest category they fit into on that list (that I was aware of). So for example, let’s say there was a SMAU where Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson was the faceclaim of Rob Tozier, Richie’s brother. Rob also works with Eddie at Justice clothing store, and he and Eddie hook up in an supply closet one time. In this scenario, Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson would fit into the miscellaneous category (as Eddie’s coworker), and the fake siblings category (as Richie’s brother). However, he would be put into the love interest section based upon hooking up with Eddie in that supply closet. Good for him! Good for organization!

Once everyone was organized, I put the wrong answers in based on their character names in Intolerance. They are as follows:

Mae Marsh plays “The Dear One”, she was placed as the wrong answer in the Patty section. Robert Harron plays “The Boy”, and he was the wrong answer in the Love Interests section. Spottiswoode Aitken plays “Brown Eyes’ Father”, and he went with the Loser Dads. Lillian Gish plays “The Eternal Motherhood”, and unsurprisingly, she went with the Loser Moms. Miriam Cooper plays “The Friendless One”, and she goes with the Myras. Finally, my personal favorite, Walter Long plays “The Musketeer of the Slums” and he goes with the villains.

If anyone wants to see where the groups start and end that may be able to help you out. It’s kind of ridiculous, but I found it funny! And, well, that’s the important thing. It made me laugh.

Happy playing.

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spideycents · 5 years

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B-Roll // Shawn Mendes - 3: camera ready

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Michael and Julie-Anne both get booked as extras, so at least I won't have to start off on my own. We're shooting scenes with extras first before moving into the detention scenes. Hopefully I'll get to have at least a week with them both around. More would be heaven, but it's highly unlikely. If I make friends with the right people, I'm definitely going to try to get them booked for more days though. They can do crosses as fuzzy dots in the windows. I need them with me. I can't do this alone. I hate working on sets without them. They make any set instantly a million times better just by existing.

Michael shows up at my house the night before so we can carpool to set together. Just like always. Or at least like the times when we're filming closer to my house than to his or we're both booked together for multiple days.

"How much earlier does crew have to be there?" he asks me. He's laying on the couch in the living room and I'm sitting on the floor, leaning against the cushions. He's trying to peer over my shoulder as I thumb through the rundown email with what I need to bring with me, what's expected of me, my general responsibilities, the address for parking, and finally my call time.

6:30am.

"Later, actually," I shrug and show him. "But I'll still go 30 minutes early with you." We always get there early. Michael and I hate traffic and the anxiety of cutting it close and we like to get our favorite seats in holding: two tables from the door, at the very end of the table, hopefully as close as we can get to either check-in, makeup and hair, costumes, or all three. It has been all three before and we got through those lines so fast and were ready in record time and we got placed in the best spots on camera. Those were good days.

"30 minutes at least," Michael adds for emphasis. He's right. We will most likely get there even earlier. Which means I will, at most, be getting about three hours of sleep tonight.

Yay.

"Ooo!"

I raise an eyebrow at him. His lips are pinched and his eyes are mischievous. "What?"

He smirks. "You get to do our makeup."

"I'm gonna make you look like a raccoon," I sneer at him.

"You better." His stupid smirk grows bigger and I reach up and push him away. He flops dramatically to the other side of the couch and his attention returns to his phone.

I close out of my email and open Instagram. I keep finding myself checking Shawn's page and the pages of everyone else in the cast. One minute, I'm scrolling through Zendaya's page, then the next my left shoulder is being shaken.

"Lyla!"

I feel like I'm falling and my eyes fly open as I flail my arms and legs out and grab the coffee table next to me.

"What?" I ask grumpily.

"Go to bed," Michael laughs lightly, but speaks softly.

"I'm take nap right here," I groan and close my eyes again.

"Nooooo," Michael grabs my hands and yanks me to my feet. "You take a nap in there." He nudges me toward my bedroom and I stumble forward.

"Fine." I loll my head back, my eyes only open slightly so they're basically slits, and stick my tongue out at him. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight," he whispers back in a sing-songy tone. He flips the lights off before my door is even closed and I hear him climb onto the couch on the other side of my wall.

I pull on my pjs and flop into bed, completely forgetting to turn my own lights off or set any alarms to wake me up in a few hours.

Unfortunately, what feels like seconds after my head hits my pillow, Michael's knocking at my door and day one of detention with The Breakfast Club officially begins.

I pull on my favorite jeans, a cute blouse, and black combat boots that are a little dirty and scuffed up at the toes from too many long days wearing them in the mountains. Michael's in his usual shorts, t-shirt, and hoodie. I've got my makeup bag with everything I need and my backpack with a fluffy jacket stuffed in it along with some essentials if I get bored: a hardback copy of The Knife of Never Letting Go (which I desperately need to reread), my sketchbook, and an array of pens and pencils. Michael's got his backpack with his small collection of portable chargers, his clothes for costumes, and his favorite book Simon vs. the Homo Sapiens Agenda (he never goes anywhere without it).

We both fill up our water bottles, then head out to his car.

True to form, we pull into a parking spot in the crew and extras lot at 4:53am.

"We're the first people here." I hold up my right hand and Michael high fives me, then we both climb out the car.

We get our stuff out the trunk, then he slams it shut and walks away. Before I follow after him, I reach for a magnet on the back of his car, flip it upside down, and run after him.

Michael's stopped and he's glaring at me.

"You're the worst," he says flatly.

"I think you mean the best." I smile.

"Nope," he shakes his head. "You're garbage. Get in the trash can."

I flip him off and we walk to the front of the parking lot where the shuttles will pick us up to take us to set. There's a security guard standing by the entrance to the gravel lot. He's talking to a couple of guys who I'm assuming must be PAs since they're always the first ones in and the last out.

Michael groans dramatically as he drops his stuff on the ground by a tree. He leans against it and pulls out his phone.

One of the guys with the security guard walks away and heads for a silver car, gets in, and drives away.

I drop my stuff next Michael's, then lower myself to the ground and lean back against the tree. I keep my focus on the guy still with the security guard. He looks vaguely familiar, but between his backward baseball cap and baggy sweatpants and hoodie, I can't really make out his form. There's not much light on him either since the street lamps are really dim and my eye sight's still fuzzy cause I'm not fully awake yet. There's just something about the way he's standing, I guess.

A yawn creeps up my throat and catches me by surprise when my mouth opens so wide, my jaw hurts. The yawn lasts for a good long minute and my vocal chords squawk when air is forced through them unexpectedly.

"What the fuck kind of noise was that?!" Michael's eyes are wide and he's looking at me like the mother panda in that viral video looked at her sneezing cub. "Did something just possess you?" The crazed look on his face intensifies when he laughs and I pout.

"Don't judge me," I whine and stick my tongue out at him.

"I always do," he grins.

I roll my eyes and start playing Disney Sporcle quizzes on my phone. I'm so lost in them that I don't notice Michael leaving, or someone else taking his place.

"Do you happen to know any of the lyrics to Be Our Guest?" I ask and when Michael doesn't immediately respond, I continue. "Because I have two minutes left and I'm still missing a good third of the song."

Still no answer so I look up at him.

Oh.

My.

God.

"I'm more of a Lion King fan," says Shawn Mendes, who's sitting on the ground a mere three feet from me. "If you need any help with Hakuna Matata, I got you."

He winks at me.

Oh god.

What the fuck is happening?!

I look like an actual goblin right now. This is his first impression of me.

I'm a fucking bridge troll with like four chins right now because of the way I'm looking at my phone.

"Cool," I say, but at the same time as I hiccup, so I clear my throat. "Cool. Um...if I uh...get that one, I'll let you know."

I hiccup again.

Great.

I hiccup again, harder.

Fuck me.

"Are you good?" Shawn smiles slightly.

I nod and hiccup again.

Twice.

Shawn raises his eyebrows slightly. "Do you want some water?" He reaches into the side pocket of his backpack, grabs a water bottle, and holds it out for me.

I shake my head fervently and reach for my own water bottle in my bag, but it's not there.

I look around a little more frantically than I probably should and find it a few feet from me, on the rocks. It must have rolled away when I sat down.

"Oh," Shawn notices it too."Let me get that for you."

"No-" Hiccup. "It's okay. I got it." I quickly dive for my water bottle and scramble back to my spot by the tree while I pop the cap and start chugging.

And choking.

The coughs are harsh and loud and the wheezing hurts like hell and I need it to stop right now because Shawn looks like he's three seconds away from calling 911 and having me carried away on a stretcher.

I drink more water, then cough more.

Water. Cough. Water. Cough.

Until it fades to light wheezing and the occasional throat clearing.

"I'm good." My throat feels like sand paper, but the words manage to force their way through.

"You sure?" Shawn looks skeptical. I don't blame him. I'm an awful liar.

I nod again. Quickly and repeatedly.

"Yep," I croak. "I'm cool."

A mini coughing fit hits me and Shawn laughs lightly.

"Yeah, you're definitely good," he says.

I take a few sips of water and sigh when the coughing and pain in my throat are finally gone.

"Do you still need help with Be Our Guest?" he asks.

I glance at my phone, but I knew the timer ran out a few minutes ago. It was blinking at me before I even started choking.

"Nope," I shake my head. "But now I know that I missed most of Mrs. Potts' solo, and literally every dish that's mentioned aside from the grey stuff."

"It's delicious," Shawn grins. "Really."

"You've had it?" I haven't. My family brought snacks with us last time we went. The only thing I ate in the park was a waffle.

"Uh huh," he nods.

"Like the real, official thing? At Disney?"

He nods again. "It tasted like Oreos."

"Oh nice," I laugh. "Michael'd love that."

Shawn's eyebrows knit together. "Who's Michael?"

"Oh uh, he's my friend. We drove here together, he's..." I look around, "...somewhere. Probably went back to his car for the heat."

"Man, I shoulda done that," Shawn clicks his tongue. "My friend took my car to set already."

Now it's my turn to be confused. "Why didn't you go with him?"

Shawn shrugs. "Is it stupid that I kinda like riding in the vans?"

I smile. "Compared to...what do you drive?"

"Oh it's not my car," he says quickly. "It's my friends."

"Which would be?..."

"Oh. An Audi," he adds.

"Then yes, it is stupid," I say simply.

"Thank you for your honesty," he chuckles.

"Oh anytime," I smirk. "It's what I'm here for."

"Alright everybody. Leggo!" the PA monitoring the parking lot yells. A black people-mover's pulled up to the curb and the PA's sliding the door open.

I grab my bag and Shawn and I get to our feet. He offers his hand, but I'm up before I even realize it.

"Oh sorry," I say quickly. "I didn't notice-"

"It's okay," he smiles shyly.

I shoot a text to Michael in all caps: VAN

Shawn offers to let me climb in the van first, but the PA holds out his arm and stops me.

"Just him for now," the guy says.

"It's okay, man. She can ride with me," Shawn says.

The PA shakes his head. "I can't let background ride with cast."

"I'm not background," I pipe up. "I'm crew. I'm a makeup assistant."

The PA tilts his head. "Really?"

I don't even blink when I snap back at him. "Do I need to show you my emails or call Angela? I'm sure she'd be happy to clarify that I'm allowed to ride in a van with one other person."

I can't tell if this guy looks impressed or pissed. Maybe both?

He nods at the van. "Get in."

"Thank you," I smile smugly and climb in. I move all the way to the back, even though it's literally just Shawn and I. The PA closes the door after Shawn gets in and follows me to the back.

I scoot all the way over, giving him plenty of room in the four-person seat.

"Oh shit!" I jump up and Shawn freezes.

"What?"

"I forgot Michael," I cringe.

We both laugh lightly and Shawn backs up into the second row of seats so I can scoot past.

"I'm so sorry," I tell the driver as I pull open the door. The PA turns around and I grimace. "Sorry. I forgot, there is actually...one more person."

Speak of the devil.

Michael jogs up to the van and the PA rolls his eyes, but let's him get in.

I go back to my seat in the back and Shawn sits down beside me while Michael stays two rows ahead of us.

"Of course you're back there," he shakes his head and I know he's about to make fun of me more until he suddenly realizes who I'm sitting with. "Uhhhh," he stammers, his mouth agape. "Hi." The idiot waves awkwardly. "I'm Michael." I can't blame him being dumbstruck. We were fawning over pictures of Shawn and screaming about how he could murder us and we would thank him not even 30 minutes ago.

Shawn laughs lightly and waves back. "Shawn. Nice to meet you."

"You too," Michael nods slightly, his eyes as wide as the sun and it takes everything in me to not lose my shit and laugh my ass off.

This is gonna be an interesting day.

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OVERSHARE TIME! So I started writing this in late June for Camp NaNo and I have a ton of chapters written, but I decided to embrace it's fanfictionness only a week ago so updates are going to be slow-ish while I make edits. Sorry. Hope you all like it though!

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