#rue gave me the idea for this btw

[izvmimi]

a/n: i started watching hell's paradise and i'm entertained by how chobei seems more bakugou than bakugou atp.

"i look fucking stupid." bakugou says, stepping out of your master bathroom. you look up and nearly gasp.

you absolutely disagree. in fact, he looks a little too good, the cosplay turned out too perfect, and not only has he brought chobei to life, he's made an even better version of him, filling out the shoulders of his red-orange kimono all too well, biceps peeking out from tattered sleeves, and thick thighs shaping grey tights. he's also managed to get the smirk down perfectly when he sees you look elated to see him, and you're too busy wondering how quickly you can undress him to wonder how he got the scars done perfectly.

"you look fucking amazing," you exclaim, and for good reason; the likeness is almost uncanny.

"it's just like you to get obsessed with a dude who looks just like me," bakugou teases, as he approaches you. pulling you out of your comfortable position into a standing position, he angles the unreasonably large play axe so that it rests on one shoulder, and kisses your forehead.

as he pulls back, he pouts.

"not fair that i'm the only one in costume."

"you can't handle me in costume," you tease.

he opens his mouth to protest, then grins.

"yeah, the only costume i wanna see you in is naked with my name written all over you."

#bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #thoughts: bakugou #daydreams: bnha #mimi's notes #rue gave me the idea for this btw #stan rue for clear skin #treasures: rue

[sweethibiscus]

ride home

so if yall have seen euphoria then yall know the scene where rue n jules first meet and jules takes her home and adresses her wound weellll i was re-watching the show and it made me think abt pre relationship ellie and reader so enjoy this lil fluff drabble

cw: mentions of drugs and alcohol, violence, but basically just a short lil fluff drabble

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it was the summer before freshman year of college (2 and a half weeks left to be exact) and your friend dina was talking about her suuuper popular boyfriend jesse whos she been crushing on for YEARS ans you were honestly quite bored at the small things dina kept saying about him like how he likes pineapples on pizza and his corny love for the twilight saga but your ears perked up when you heard her mention a party hes throwing.

august had been painfully boring. warmth slowly leaving the small town of jackson and no super interesting parties or ragers had happened in a minute and jesses friends were known for throwing the BEST ragers and you had yet to attend one that summer.

“wait, party?” you asked leaning up your elbows supporting you on your friends comfy mattress. “oh yea him and his friends are t some rager tomorrow, im invited so if you want i could just pass you off as like a plus one. its at jesses at like 10” “oh im definitely going”

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it was finally friday and as you checked your phone it showed that the time was 10:18 when you pulled into the driveway of your friends boyfriends huge mansion. from dinas rants you knew jesse was rich but jesus, this mustve cost more than your family’s entire will.

as you guys pulled in dina helped you out of the passenger seat of her car. you wore a pair of baggy denim cargo pants that covered most of your doc martins with a black lacy corset top that earned yourself a wolf whistle from dina when you showed her your outfit, paired with a oversized unbuttoned brown flannel. you decided to wear your hair down styled just a bit to look somewhat presentable. you werent here to look hot and sneak off with some girl though. you came to smoke, drink, and do whatever the fuck you felt like.

you walked into the party hand in hand with dina. she turned to you and gave you a quick hug and kiss on the cheek before running off to find her boyfriend. you walked into the kitchen where sweaty bodies were clamoring to pour more drinks. one couple hogging the counter to basically fuck infront of everyone. you cringed before pouring a bottle of titos into one of the empty red solo cups left lying on the counter. you went into the backyard to light your first joint of the night.

halfway through your smoke you hear a commotion inside. you go in and walk towards the scene in the kitchen that seemed to draw a crowd. in there was the main jock douchebag of jesses freind group and a girl youd never seen before in a short sleeved shirt layered over a white long sleeved one and slightly baggy jeans. her hair was half up half down and jesus was she hot a fuck.

the bot whose name was hunter was knocking things over screaming threats at the girl. she backed up to the counter and grabbed a knife. “whoa whoa calm down” said a now terrified hunter. “you think you can fucking hurt me?! you have no fucking idea” she spoke before slicing her arm at the part of her arm that was exposed due to her sleeve being rolled up ever so slightly. the two split up and you nodded to yourself impressed as people starting talking and the music was raised again.

you followed the girl outside to find her grabbing a bike that you had assumed was hers.

“hey i saw what happened back there and that was uh, like really fucking cool, hunter had it coming for a while now” you said, “ uh im alex, i havent seen you around before” you spoke again. “well thanks for the compliment, i just knew it was gonna get heated so i decided to just take control of the situation beforw it escalated, oh im ellie btw, i moved here a few weeks ago” she replied. you dont know what made you ask your next question but your forever glad you did. “hey do you think i can ride with you back to your house, i dont know where my ride is and i dont like driving while high, plus i couls help you clean up your uh, thing”. you said. “sure, we just have to be careful, ‘m pretty sure my dads asleep”

you rode all the way back to her house holding onto her sitting behind her on her bike breathing in her scent which was a mixture of pine, weed, alcohol and sage. when you reached your desired location you snuck up to her room as quietly as possible.

when you walked into her room you looked around at the dimly moonlit walls covered in posters of bands and various artists, along with a few sketches that had ellies signature.

“uhh so this is my room, nothing special but hey, its mine” she said breaking the silence “i love it, its amazing” you said flashing her a soft smile.

you were cleaning her would with some alcohol as she winced with every wipe. “im almost done just hold on” you said finishing up with a fee more wipes and patching her cut up with a bandaid. “thanks, you didn’t have to do that for me” “dont worry about it, plus i wanted to, hey do you think i could stay the night by the way? its just super late and i dont really feel like walking back to my house” you asked scared of what she would say to your blunt question. “of course, its the least i could do for my new nurse” you laughed at her comment before she told you you could borrow some clothes to sleep in. you chose a pair of black tight boxers and a oversized band tee that made it look like you didn’t have pants on.

you layed next to her and you both just sat there in silence staring into eachothers eyes. you smiled a bit before she asked a slight ‘what?’. “nothing i just think you might be my new favorite person, ellie”. she smiled and blushed a bit at your comment, pushing a fallen peice of hair back behind your ear.

“i think that might be a mistake”. it never was. and never will be.

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A/N

ik this was super short and kinda stupid but i hope yall like it, i’ll probably write some smut soon tho so keep an eye out and as always, reqs r open

#ellie williams fic #ellie williams x reader #ellie x y/n #ellie williams #the last of us #tlou2 #lex loves u

[faerieorbitars]

ph also while i was drafting that last post i found this in my drafts and idk i’m feeling a little goofy silly funny. so. heres some thoughts on my self indulgent princes tutu/disney classic fairytales (really though just peter pan) story idea . i’m just gonna post whatever this says mostly unedited

idk if ill actually post this or keep it in my drafts but probably i will post it bc i like when people read my things and give me feedback even if its just for my own enjoyment :) (i did post it teehee)

for anyone whos never watched princess tutu heres the Quickest possible plot summary without spoiling it bc you Should watch it: its abt a town where fairytales come to life, because of a man who died while writing his last book, trapping the hero (the prince) and villain (the raven) in their final battle without an end, so they break out into the town and the prince shatters his heart into pieces to seal the raven away, but losing all his emotions in the process

the story is abt a duck (named duck) who is turned into a girl by the man (drosselmeyer) so that she can turn into princess tutu, a heroine from his story, and find the shards of the prince's shattered heart and return them to him. there are other characters in town who take on roles from the story but most people (duck included) dont seem to realize there even Is a story or that their town is taking part in it- except for those that know the prince (fakir and rue) and very much Dont want the story to continue. thats abt as much as i can say without spoilering the twists but its very good and you should watch it. thank u

anyways . now time to put funny guy in here for no reason . one of the other important story points in pt is that drosselmeyer Loves tragedies. so that combined with this idea that some of the ppl of the town are inadvertently becoming characters In the story gave me this idea that like. the peter and co in the story (slightly more book accurate just way edgy for reasons i will get into in 2 seconds) are completely different from the ones running around gold crown town (basically the disney versions) . and peter from the story is more like some dudes 'dark' version of peter pan where hes malicious or whatever and doesnt actually care abt people . and the tragedy of his story is eventually the lost boys all either grow up or die, tink dies, hook dies (idk what im even gonna do with him LOL), but peter forgets all abt them bc hes so selfish and obsessed with not growing up he never even feels sorrow over losing them so he doesnt even know he should be lonely and sad

but i know my boy so like. hes not like that. he genuinely cares for tink, and the lost boys, thats his family even if he never like says it. which is part of the problem cause like, while the prince has no heart the story has stalled, so everyone is just stuck in the same place in the story, otherwise living out their lives. the raven cannot get out and nobody can meet ill fates bc the story has stopped. but duck/princess tutu returning the prince's heart shards is causing the story to progress . plot points from the story begin to occur and they are quickly hurtling toward the return of the raven and the end of the tale- which btw is ALSO a tragedy. its always going to be a tragedy. things dont end well in the ending drosselmeyer had planned. but bc duck is a good person even once she realizes this she knows that the prince deserves to have his heart back so she keeps looking for the shards

anwyays this is rambling as hell but the idea i had was that at some point while duck is looking for more heart shards, she runs into peter who is, despite being forever an immature obnoxious boy , like genuinely a good kid who tries to do the right thing, so of course even if he doesnt like. know whats going on hes gonna help out! he doesnt know duck is tutu bc thats a secret identity magical girl thing but like, if she ever asks for help he does and they get along very well . he also gets along with tutu who he just thinks is a different person . he has No Idea that gold crown town is trapped in a story or that the story doesnt end well for him Or duck (tutu's fate is that she'll turn into a speck of light and vanish if she confesses her feelings for the prince so. lol)

UNTIL. he meets another character named princess kraehe, a crow prima ballerina, who tells him to stop helping tutu and that theyre all better off if the prince stays heartless forever. she casually drops that tutu is fated to die if the story goes as it is, and hes fated to lose everyone he cares about and be alone forever, and if he doesnt believe her he should seek out the story of the prince and the raven and read it for himself. which he does. and yeah shes right. and when she finds him again and is like hey like even IF nothing happens, wont you have to grow up if the story ends? so arent you in a lose/lose situation here no matter what if you help tutu? hes like yeah ok maybe everything IS better if the story stalls and nothing progresses . i happen to like things exactly as they are

so from that point on hes actively stopping tutu from finding the shards of the prince's heart as much as he can. hes still friendly with duck bc shes great and as far as hes concerned shes basically a lost girl even if she goes to school instead of running away into the woods with him (which is fine but lame) but that also gives him more reason to oppose tutu . whcih is conflicting for duck bc She Is Tutu. he never directly allies himself with kraehe bc shes obviously evil but its still like a mess

and then later on character development happens n blah blah he goes back to helping tutu but like ill save that bc im lazy and also i would have to spoil the twists of the story to get into that so maybe another time. lol

#gold crown wonderland #<- this is just a temp tag to track it in case i write more for it. but idk #anyways im not othherwise tagging this bc its absolute nonsense #BUT if you do ahev have seen pt and wanna add another disney fav of urs to this PLEASE do it and also show me #this is just so self indulgent and i would literally cry if someone talked to me abt this and added to it

[krizaland]

Yandere Zim X Male Reader? There isn't many out there, and I sort of had a song in mind if you would like to listen: Rory by Foxing.

You got it, friend!

Be warned: There are themes of unrequited love, wasps and a graphic depiction of wasp stings ahead!

Here's the song that was used btw

From the moment he met you, Zim found himself captivated by you.

From your gentle eyes to your kind soul, Zim found you utterly fascinating.

You were nothing like any of the other humans! You weren’t ugly, and you didn’t even stink!

You may have been friends with Dib but that didn’t stop you from sticking up for him whenever Dib tried to expose him!

At first, Zim decided to use you as a good source of information as well as a way to keep up appearances without drawing too much attention to himself.

However, the more time he spent with you, Zim started to feel…strange to say the least.

His PAK would spark around you and his squeedilyspooch felt like it was tied up in knots!

“Computer! What are these HORRIBLE feelings inside of me?! What has that Y/N-human done to Zim?!” Zim demanded as he pointed to the ceiling.

“WELL….UM…”

“C’mon spit it out already!”

“WELL IT SEEMS THAT YOU HAVE FALLEN IN LOVE…”

Zim’s jaw hit the ground.

“WHAT?! ME?! IN LOVE?! WITH A HUMAN?! IMPOSSIBLE! Preform a full body bioscan!”

Zim’s computer sighed as a few mechanical tentacles wrapped around Zim.

“SCANNING…SCANNING….”

After a few minutes, the tentacles retracted,

“BIOSCAN COMPLETE. NO ILLNESSES DETECTED.”

“N-No! No! This can’t be! No invader can even experience love! Especially not for the enemy! What am I going to do?! ARGH! Computer! Create an antidote for my love illness!” Zim commanded as he tugged on his antennas.

“UM THERE REALLY ISN’T A CURE…”

“LIES!! Surely there has to be some way to get rid of these HORRIBLE FEELINGS!” Zim wailed dramatically.

“WELL…THERE IS ONE WAY TO GET RID OF THEM..”

“What are you waiting for! Tell me! Tell me the solution!!” Zim demanded as his voice quivered a bit.

“THE ONLY WAY YO GET RID OF YOUR FEELINGS IS TO ASK Y/N OUT..” The computer lied

“WHAT?! YOU WANT ZIM TO DATE THE ENEMY?! ARE YOU INSANE?!”

“Nyeh!”

Zim’s tirade was interrupted by Minimoose.

“Stay out of this, Minimoose! This doesn’t concern you!”

“Nyeh!”

“Aww! It’s sweet that you care about your master but don’t worry, Zim will be fine!”

“Nyeh!”

“Eh?! Ask Y/N out on a date to keep up appearances?! Never! didn’t I already make it clear that was a bad idea?! There’s no way I’d possibly show that kind of weakness to the enemy. But what if…”

Zim hummed for a moment as he stroked his chin.

“I’ve got it! I’ll ask Y/N out on a date to keep up appearances! Yes…I’ll simply use these feelings as a way to appear more normal so I can continue my mission!”

Minimoose was a bit annoyed but happily encouraged his master

“Nyeh!”

“I think you’re cool too, Minimoose! Now then, how to woo Y/N…Maybe one of those love note thingys.” Zim muttered to himself as he begin typing away at his keyboard.

After a few minutes of typing, Zim cracked a wicked smile.

“Excellent! With this loove note there’s no way Y/N could possibly resist my proposal!”

Zim burst into maniacal laughter as he printed the note.

“Now all thats left to do is deliver it!”

“OOOH!! OHHH!!! CAN I BRING THE NOTE TO RACECAR?!!” GIR squealed as he reached for the note.

“No GIR! I’m not going to risk this note getting damaged because of you!” Zim snapped as he snatched away the note.

GIR did like that answer.

He let out a loud shriek and threw himself to the ground.

He begun to kick and cry as loud as his voice chip would let him.

“ENOUGH! You may deliver the note to Y/N!” Zim grumbled as he held out the note.

“YAY!!!!!!!”

And with that, GIR grabbed the note with his mouth and flew off with it.

“Ugh, I better make sure GIR doesn’t ruin all of my hard work.” Zim huffed as he threw on his disguise and followed after GIR.

It wasn’t long before GIR managed to find you.

You were sitting on a bench in the park next to Dib, who seemed nervous about something.

“Dib? Are you ok? You’re acting kinda…twitchy”

“Twitchy? I’m not twitchy! Heh! It’s just um…the air! Yeah the air is really cold today!” Dib lied as he rubbed the back of his head.

“Dib it’s almost June. It’s like 88 degrees out here. What’s really going on?” You pressed as you gave Dib a sympathetic look.

Dib looked down at his feet and took in a deep breath.

“Ok, I’ll tell you but you have to promise you won’t be grossed out by me.”

“Dib, you’re my best friend! Not even hunting the most disgusting cryptid can make me grossed out by you!” You reassured with a chuckle.

Dib took in another deep breath as he turned to face you

“Y/N, I know we’ve been friends for like a really long time now and….well….”

“Well what?”

Dib swallowed thickly as he tugged at his shirt collar

“I think I might want to be more than friends!”

Dib’s words flew out a mile a minute before he clamped a hand over his mouth.

“Wait?! Are you serious?!” Your eyes lit up a bit.

“Gah! I knew this was a bad idea! Just forget I said anything!” Dib whimpered as he buried his face in his hands.

“No no! I’m actually really happy you told me that, Dib! Because…I want to be more than friends too!” You reassured as you put a hand on his shoulder.

Dib looked up at you and blinked in shock.

“Wait? Really?”

“Yes really! I’ve actually been wanting to ask you out for a while but I wasn’t sure if you felt the same.” You admitted sheepishly as you rubbed the back of your head.

“What?! You had feelings for me this whole time?! And you didn’t even- You know what? Who cares? All that matters is that we both feel the same about each other! Right?” Dib still seemed a bit skeptical.

“Exactly! That’s the spirit!” You cheered as you threw your arms in the air, smacking poor GIR out of the sky.

THUMP!

SPLOOSH!

GIR fell face first into a puddle, soaking Zim’s love note.

However it wouldn’t have mattered whether or not the love note was in tact. For Zim had witness the entire exchange between you and Dib and was devastated.

He let out a pained chuckle as he grabbed the soggy note from GIR’s mouth.

Zim was about to confront Dib when-

BONK!

THUMP!

Zim had walked right into s tree, causing a wasp nest to fall right on his head.

Zim let out a blood curdling scream as the wasps begun to attack him from all directions!

Soon he began to run amok, with more wasps trailing behind him!

It wasn’t long before Zim managed to make it back to his base.

Two robotic arms came down from the ceiling,

POP!

They pulled the wasp nest off of Zim’s head and chucked it out into the front yard.

Zim let out a pained groan as his grotesquely swollen face throbbed with wasp venom and glowing green pus.

The robotic arms carefully peeled off Zim’s disguise and another arm carried him down to his lab.

After a refreshing chemical shower, Zim’s face had returned to normal!

However, while his face had healed, his feelings were still in shambles.

He picked up the note and went back up to the kitchen.

Zim sunk to his knees as he shakily held the soggy note in his hands.

“I wrote you a letter, asked my robot to send it but it took to the sea before you could’ve read it…”

Zim’s grip tightened on the note as a few tears trickled down his cheeks.

“Retreated to snow capped waters of the unknown. Extracted my soul straight from my body! but glowing and red…And I swear that sweat would envelop your arms if you broke down and held it!”

“I swear I’m a good man-“ -Zim took in a heavy breath- “-I swear I’m a good man…”

Zim sniffled a bit,

“So why don’t you love me back?”

He looked down at the note in his hands.

“So why don’t you love me back?”

Zim let out a deep growl as he chucked the soggy note into the window.

“Instead of twisting up words you just say there in silence! In wind burnt homes sighing rays from a sunset!”

Zim rose to his feet and stormed towards the window.

As he peeled the soggy note off the window, he couldn’t help but notice that the wasp nest was still in the front yard.

“And all I could hear was the sound of the wasp nest, my head made a home for the hum of the insects!”

Zim took another glance down at the soggy note he had peeled off the window.

“But my hands shake and shudder at the mention of half written reasons we’ll only be friends!”

Zim’s fist curled around the note and punched the window.

“I swear I’m a good man…. I swear I’m a good man…”

Zim squeezed his eyes shut and let out a sob

“So why don’t you love me back?”

His hand slid down the window.

“So why don’t you love me back?!”

Zim threw the soggy note to the ground and stomped on it

“So why don’t you love me back?!”

He threw his head to the ceiling and shrieked

“So why don’t you love me back?!”

He clutched the sides of his head and wailed his plea once again,

“So why don’t you love me back?!”

Zim melted back down to his knees.

“So why don’t you love me back….”

A louder sob racked his body as Zim felt his world crash down around him.

How humiliating.

He was Irk’s finest invader! How could he be so wounded by one pitiful human?!

No, pitiful wasn’t the right word to describe you. In truth, Zim felt that handsome was a better fit.

Despite how devastated he was, Zim still couldn’t stop wanting you.

The need for your love sparked a fire deep within him.

The fire burned violently throughout Zim’s body! Pulling him out of his depression and making him more confident than ever!

Zim wanted you for some much more than appearances!

He wanted you to be his and his alone!

By taking you away from him, Dib had just made the biggest mistake of his life.

Zim let out a thunderous maniacal laugh as he raised his hands to the ceiling!

He put his disguise back on, grabbed a blaster, and hopped into his Voot.

“Prepare yourself, foolish Dib-monkey! I am coming to reclaim what’s rightfully mine! You shall rue the day you took Y/N away from Zim!”

#invader zim #invader zim x male!reader #invader zim x reader #dib x reader

[not-a-christmas-tree]

i just watched the dallas theatre company les mis here are my observations

IF YOU HAVE NOT WATCHED THIS PRODUCTION I SUGGEST YOU DO! DON’T READ THIS IF YOU DON’T WANT SPOILERS THOUGH!

so, in case you didn’t know: in 2014, Dallas Theatre Company did a modern interpretation of les mis. i just watched it on youtube (i will link it later, i promise) and took SO MANY GODDAMN NOTES so here they are!

ACT ONE 

(Look Down-WHID)

starting out strong! we got some HARSH TRUTHS ABOUT THE JAIL SYSTEM!! blatant police brutality happening BASICALLY the entire first part of the song. it hurts me. 

note on the cops costumes: they legitimately terrify me and they are dressed in like. full riot gear.

okay so,,,valjean wraps the rope from his bag around his neck at the end of WHID. this is interesting bc, a) he’s trying to find a solution as to what he should do after the Bishop and that’s a direction I’ve surprisingly seen no one take, but b) this part has the same melody as javert’s suicide, when javert is ALSO trying to figure out what he should do after his perception on life is altered. for a moment there, they both are on the same page, the page being suicide. however, only one of them takes that choice.

the above makes the lines (in both songs) “i’ll escape now from that world / from the world of valjean” ESPECIALLY interesting because. in two different ways, they did escape, but they ALMOST had the same conclusion for a brief second.

(At The End Of The Day)

in ATEOTD fantine ends up being the last one working, causing everyone to look at her with varying degrees of annoyance or frustration. She do be hardworking doe

OH SHIT KIDS IN THE FACTORY!! three little kids run up to the foreman when he’s giving daily stipends to the ladies!! (they’re also the last to be paid, giving significant sass to foreman who also sasses back)

Girl #5 mockingly calling fantine “innocent sister” when 5 is white and fantine is a WOC...that’s kind of interesting given that that can be read as SERIOUS racial profiling on 5’s part

foreman looks like bob’s boss in the incredibles but like. tall lmao

(I Dreamed A Dream)

her look of like,,shock-but-not when everyone from the factory exits and she takes off her bandana,,,that. that is good acting

her transitions from chest to head voice are so good

i’m kinda sad she isn’t younger?? or just. doesn’t look super young bc fantine is supposed to be like. early twenties. she’s not 45 and had a decently long life before she died, no, she’s young. she was taken advantage of. that’s the whole point. but that’s sUPER little like this lady is way too good

she has the perfect mix of sadness and regret plus anger and shameless hope. like. kudos to you allison blackwell you’re a dope fantine 

the cry on “killed the dream i dreamed” brb sobbing

(The Dock Scenes)

MALE PROSTITUTES I REPEAT!! MALE PROSTITUTES!! (no idea what wig he’s wearing tho. he was done dirty in the wig department) 

oh male prostitute is prostitute #1! 

oh damn there is. lady def on some bad drugs with her kid passing behind fantine on the bench. ouch.

hoo okay they did n o t censor lovely ladies!! (mini note: camera person has the camera down an AWFUL LOT on these docks scenes lmao)

there are cops on the docks. gross.

(Who Am I-Confrontation)

OH SHIT THEY HAVE A FALSE JVJ IN THE BACKGROUND OF WHO AM I 

jvj comforts not-jvj for a second!! (money note was FANTASTIC btw)

fantine being WOC and DYING in a modern hospital also is,,yeesh because. you know. racist doctors. 

jvj cries after fantine dies JUST STAB ME NOW OKAY—

confrontation is really funny when u see that javert has a GUN and jvj has A CHAIR

JVJ DID THE LIL RUN ON “live within my care” YAAAAY

(COAC-Master Of The House)

oh boy baby cosette,,so small,,so pure plus classic baby head shake when she sings I STAN

MADAME T LOOKS—OH GOOD GOD

DID SHE SPIT ON MY BABY--

cosette: “please do not send me out alone—“ madame t: “oooooh my gOOOOOD” omg 

what the fuck is thenardiers hair i—

WHAT THE FUCK IS THENARDIER IN G E N E R A L

random idea regarding thenardier’s prison tattoo: he has the same number on his chest that jvj has. Meaning he was in jail too. so why isn’t he as messed up as jvj? i wanna say maybe he was in for less time, but like. I doubt it. However, he has a whole ass gang. did the thenardier gang break their boss out of jail? please say yes 

him listing things for baby éponine to charge i love it

OH MY GOD THENARDIER FLAUNTS HIS NUMBER WHILE JVJ DOESNT!! jvj hides his past because he believes it will get him into better places (it does, he becomes mayor for god’s sake) while thenardier shows off his past with stubborn pride. while thenardier cheats his way to success, jvj lives an almost honest life where he ultimately suffers due to the stress all the hiding he does gives him

i love that éponine looks like neither of her parents,,,madame t got around huh? 

(The Bargain)

I JUST REALIZED THE STAGE HAS A CATWALK DOWN THE CENTER INTO THE AUDIENCE THAT IS THE COOLEST OMG

Instead of madame correcting thenardier on cosette’s name he asks cosette herself which prompts the CUTEST ANGRY YELL OF “it’s cosette!” I HAVE EVER SEEN

also thenardier fuckin MANHANDLING cosette i’m DYING

JVJ LOVES HER SM I AM SOFTTT

(The Beggars)

omg marius is so ADORABLE i love him

gavroche is a style icon

kid holding sign saying “my mom got laid off” POOR BB

i love éponine

that’s it that’s the note

wait a sec was that montparnasse with the prostitute earlier in beggars??

ALSO I SEE AZELMA AND OTHER THENARDIER KIDS PRESENT FOR “turn on the tears!!” THANK YOU FOR UTILIZING THAT LINE PROPERLY

why does enj have a bat?? If it;s not a bat then,,,what is it? someone please help me

marius saves cosette from bad guy gang!! 🥰🥰

bruh javert misses jvj running by like,,,MAYBE two seconds that is hilarious 

jav looks so done when thenardier is trying to get out of this lmao i love it

javert looks so cop-like it scares me

(Stars)

the line “safe behind bars” in stars kind of kills me here because as the audience you SEE the cruelty that the convicts face. you see the guy on the ground getting beaten you SEE the chains around their throats and yet. yet javert still somehow thinks that putting jvj in jail is safe? i think the thing to focus on here is not whether it’s safe, because it obviously isn’t. the focus is who it’s safer for, jean valjean or javert?

has it always been “your father” rather than “her father” when marius asks éponine to find where cosette lives?? if they changed it that is SMART because yk. jvj would be ALARMED if he found out he’d been found by éponine but he wouldn’t hurt her. he’s not the guy she has to worry about, it’s her own father. thenardier gave her a job and she’s straying from it, he’s what would endanger her.

THE PLAYFUL BOOP AND SHOVE FROM MARIUS 🥺🥺🥺

(The ABC Café)

“note-ruh daym”

hee hee pretty enjolras

pretty enjolras in skinny jeans even better

OOH we have,,,angry enjolras in this version o k a y

grantaire raises his hand before agog/aghast part omg

“i’ve never heard him ooOOOOh and aAAAAh *excited squeal*

“dan joo-wan” i love texas

bossuet spotted :)

longing gay looks NOT spotted :(

i love enjolras okay but this one is just,,,a little too aggressive. enjolras isn’t just angry all the time, he’s not that one dimensional. of course, there is more of the show to see and i hope he changes a little bit, but so far red and black isn’t doing much for me. enjolras is hopeful, not just angry.

A CAPELLA SECTION IN RED AND BLACK?? I think YES

the amis finding out lamarque is dead has “fuck trump just won the election” energy

okay i was hoping that enj would change his aggression thing when they find out lamarque is dead (bc that’s when most enjolrai figure out what may happen and kinda sober up yk) but. it doesn’t look like he did. there is hope for barricade scenes

OMG LIL NOTE ON COMBEFERRE GIVING OUT FLYERS TO AUDIENCE MEMBERS: that is fucking pERFECT and yk why?? because it’s a call to action!! it’s less obvious in DYHTPS because they’re mostly singing to each other but later in epilogue when the words and melody is repeated, it’s meant as a call to action! “will you join in our crusade, who will be strong and stand with me?” is a cALL TO ACTION AND THEY ARE HANDING FLYERS TO AUDIENCE MEMBERS—that’s officially the only way to break the fourth wall THANK YOU 

hey fantine doubles as a student i think!!

HARMONIES ARE C L E A N OOOOH

(In My Life-Heart Full Of Love)

okay yes i already love cosette because she plays awkward-teen-in-love-for-the-first-time PERFECTLY. 

book-ish cosette hell yes a cutie

father-daughter forehead kisses 🥺

awkward mARIUS TIMEEEEE

placing marius, éponine, and cosette in a triangle is a MARVELOUS decision thank u for that symbolism

marius checking if he looks good and ép giving him a thumbs up omg

*aggressively tries to sit normally* same cosette

*awkward curtsy* also same cosette 

(Attack On Rue Plumet)

robbery time let’s see how they do this

ooh marius and cosette run off but i can’t tell if they notice gang before running

thenardier fuckin SLICES éponine after her scream

NOOOO HER LIL WHIMPER AFTER BEING THREATENED AGAIN

(One Day More)

this lil part between robbery and one day more is interesting bc i legit have NO idea what jvj is thinking here. he keeps looking between his watch (i think it’s a watch idk) and cosette after she runs off to pack so like. what. is he doing here bc he looks like he’s choosing between two things but i don’t,,know,,what things

red berets on the amis are dope btw

i think marius is discussing what to do with éponine here, which is FUN because we all know why she goes to the barricade in the brick :’) éponine might be convincing marius to go to the barricade knowing this is her chance to die with him like in the book

omg

OMG

OMG

that stomp bit with the students was the coolest fucking thing i’ve ever seen

END OF ACT ONE

act two will be posted shortly :D

#enjoy my super long analysis on WHID and Stars lmao #i went ham with the english brain #les mis #les miserables #dallas theater company #modern les mis #les amis de l'abc #les amis

[dierwolves]

fezco x reader; old flame #3

notes: what do you guys think? i hope you like it! i feel like it might be a little too much of a slow burn but i promise you things are gonna get spicier from now on! i appreciate all your lovely comments and overall feedback btw! also if you wanna be added to this taglist thingy for my fezco stuff just tell me 😊

taglist: @shanetoo @wand-erer5

part 1 part 2

“Y/N?” The hospital administrator walked straight to you. Her face twisted in a frown. “There’s an incoming call for you.” By her disapproving look, it wasn’t hard for you to guess who was calling you.

“Hey, Y/N.”

“Hey, Fez. What’s up?”

“Do you mind coming over to mine when your shift’s over?”

“Sure. Did something happen?”

“I’ll give you more detail when you arrive. Just... I need you.”

 The door was open when you got there. It wasn’t the first time you drove straight to his home after work, he usually waited for you by the door and you’d go straight to his room. The last thing you had expected was to find Rue half-sleep on the couch and Fez sitting on the floor in front of her. A look at Rue was enough to understand what was happening.

“You know what I said that about your clients OD’ing? It was a joke.” He looked up to you. His face looked tired and he seemed tense.

“Nah, I think she’ll be alright this time. She OD’ed last summer, though.”

“Well shit.” You sat next to him on the floor, looking carefully at Rue. She did seem somewhat stable, but you weren’t sure if you should ask what had happened. “So, what are we gonna do? I assume the hospital is out of the picture.”

“I called a friend of hers. She’ll pick her up. Her mom better not find out, she thinks she’s still clean.”

You sighed. You had many things to say about how everything about this was so wrong. About how a girl who had already OD’ed should definitely not be in this situation. But you weren’t about to put that weight on Fez’s shoulders. You could see his face, you knew he was already blaming himself.

After Rue’s friend —a pretty girl with light blonde hair named Jules— left with her, you were left alone with Fez at his home. He hadn’t spoken to you more than two words.

“You wanna tell me what happened?”

He shook his head, but still he explained to you. “Mouse was coming over, Rue was here to buy some shit. He made her take some fentanyl.”

He spoke with a monotonous voice, eyes focused somewhere in front of him. You had to bite your tongue once again not to speak your thoughts. Sure, Fez knew about how dangerous and deathly fentanyl could be, he didn’t need to hear it from you.

“He didn’t harm any of you, I assume?”

“Nah, we alright.”

You nodded, and silently sat next to him. You knew he had been thinking about Rue lately, he had talked to you about how he wanted to stop selling her drugs. He was probably feeling guilty about what happened, and you had no idea about how to ease his guilt. Psychology was definitely not your favourite branch of medicine. You opened your mouth to speak, although you weren’t sure about what so say, but he beat you to it.

“Don’t you feel weird about, you know —he loosely pointed to you and him— seeing a drug dealer?”

You looked at him weird. “What do you mean?”

“Like, you’re a doctor. You help people and shit. And I’m a drug dealer. Shouldn’t you like, I don’t know, hate me?”

You squinted your eyes at his words. “You told me yourself you do this because you need the money to pay for your grandma’s medical bills. I understand that. I think that I, more than anyone, am familiarised with how expensive medical care can be, Fez.”

He sighed. “Still, it’s kinda weird, don’t you think?”

You took deep breaths to try to relax. You didn’t want to snap at him, not today. He had already had his fair share of fighting today. You were about to speak, but again, he beat you to it.

“I just feel like you deserve something more.”

You rolled your eyes. “Fez, if you’re trying to pull one of those movie scenes where the boy breaks up with the girl because he feels like he’s not enough, it ain’t gonna work. If you don’t like me anymore, that’s fine-”

“You know that’s not it. I’m crazy for you.” A little smile pulled at his lips, and you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling back at him.

“Then we’re together. This conversation is over. Okay?”

He laughed, which gave you some hope. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Good, now we go to sleep. I’m tired.” You grabbed his hands and pulled him up. You walked hand in hand to his bedroom. You swiftly changed into some random t-shirt you found in his drawer while he stripped to his underwear.

“So, we’re together, eh?” He asked with a teasing tone to his voice.

You raised your eyes to look at him. “Well, given that you’re crazy for me, I assumed that’s what you wanted. But if-”

“Get in the bed, shithead.” He laughed. You did as he told, his arm quickly finding its place around your waist and soon, you fell asleep.

#fezco x reader #fezco #fezco imagine #fezco euphoria #fez #fez euphoria #fez imagine #fez x reader #euphoria #euphoria x reader #rue bennett

[wetheanecdocheuniverse]

"Serendipity"

There's this ineffable feeling of nostalgia and gaiety in holding a familiar piece of cloth, fading printouts of museum and movie tickets, handwritten letters, mini gift boxes, and jewelries. It is like holding pieces of memories in your bare hands, those that you haven't thought for a long time are all of a sudden within your grasps--so vivid, that it gives you cold shivers.

Tonight, I read the old letters from my friends and acquaintances. There are times back then where the greatest effort can be seen from the type of paper you use to write your letters, and these are from a long time ago (we used bond paper and construction paper btw).  These are from people who were part of my life, who made effort showing how our relationship mattered to them--who gave me something to keep and look back from. There are even these little notes for me written on torn pages of our school diary, it is from my elementary to high school best friend. My other half, my was. We knew everything about each other, I mean, if I had a sister she will be living her life because that is who I think I'll be with a sibling. She likes writing letters and I also make her one, we exchange every week and I get to visit her on her house as much as I could. I remembered how we like to talk about our families and dreams, those that we couldn't express in letters and social medias. I like how I can be all ugly and still be comforted in ways that a sister would. I missed that. I wished we never had to grow up and choose are own paths separately. Touching these letters and looking at the ridiculous sentences and poor punctuations makes me smile, because, we were just two people learning how to understand each other's languages until it became a habit.

I also have these train tickets from the time my friends and I visited Manila for a university hopping. It says nothing, it is just an ordinary paid printout to have a pass for a train ride but that was one of my happiest days. I get to be with my friends until it is so late, we killed time walking and taking Jeepney rides with zero idea as to how to go from one place to another. We stayed at Rizal's park until our parents scream from the phone asking us to go home. It was so beautiful because everything just synchronizes: the smell of grass, the people, the sky, the bearable noise, and the weather. "Good times," I tell myself.

I have so much of these things that I kept, and I never felt an ounce of rue. I keep movie tickets or a hanky, and after a decent amount of time I can still sense from which hands did they first belonged or to which place they were bought or brought. I keep pictures and jewelries because at least, for a good amount of time I know they wanted to be shown off and it mattered more. I like how we sometimes have these small things to keep and reminisce from, I like how we are built to know the value of moments even in the tiniest details--I love that we are as alive as the things we keep from our past.  

[docholligay]

So it’s a love story, of sorts, which I don’t think is a detail we’ve been told before. So, is the love between the prince and the raven, or rather, the raven AT the prince, since it will never be requited? I mean, I mean I could see Mytho being such a glop of wallpaper paste that he could never return feelings for anybody, not just the raven. (BTW, this is yet another pin in my theory that Rue is the raven. If we’re doing this whole unrequited love thing that would explain why she follows him around and bothers him when he’s LIKE THAT, if she’s compelled by the character motivations her writer gave her) 

But maybe it’s Ahiru, too. I go back and forth on whether or not I think she had any part in this story before now. If she was written by the author, who I think we all know is Drosselmeyer (I don’t think the anime is trying to be cagey about it, honestly) or if she’s simply stepped into this story that’s trying to finish itself. 

Which, of course, I LOVE. This idea that stories without creators are doomed to wander without being finished, in search of an ending, that’s such a poignant and amazing idea to me and also makes me want to take my WIPs more seriously. I love this idea that seems to run throughout the anime that stories have minds and hearts of their own, and if not guided, they will find their own way. 

But if Drosselmeyer is dead, than how does he keep showing up? I don’t even really know my own theories on the business outside of the idea that an author can never leave their work. It is a part of them, and they are a part of it, and so maybe this strange world where the story is half-told is the one place where he still can say something. 

And I would say he’s only commenting and can’t directly say anything but for two things: A) I am 90% sure he gave Ahiru the gem that turns her into a human and that I have Other Theories about. B) The question of Edel. 

Edel, we don’t know what her exact THING is, but I note that she says a ot of things that remind me of WRITING. I mean, she’s the one (I think) who’s speaking above. She’s some sort of narrator, I’m almost sure of it, or maybe she’s the physical embodiment of the narrative voice evident in stories? 

I DON’T KNOW BUT THERE’S SOMETHING THERE. 

Please note I have never seen this and am watching spoiler-free! Please don’t confirm, deny, or explain anything, even if it’s historical or cultural! Thank you!

#Doc watches Princess Tutu #PT episode 4 #2019 Eight Days of Content

[mwahahahahahahaa]

Les Mis 10th July 2019!!!

So good! Fantine's voice was amazing (so was everyone else’s, but I just loved Carley Stenson’s voice?)

Things I noticed :

When Valjean sang 'Cosette will have a father now', he paused before saying 'father' and booped her on the nose

He did this again in his death scene, the bopping, can't remember exactly when but it was really sweet. I think it was 'Yes Cosette, forbid me now to die! I'll obey' and then he booped her nose as he sang 'I will try'

When Fantine was being arrested and singing to Valjean about being sent away, she was clutching his shirt and shaking him in anger. I think she spat in his face at one point?

One of the women was reading over Fantine's shoulder before the woman came to steal it

Thernadier in master of the house kept smacking women on the bum and then pointing at someone else, as if I needed more reasons to hate him.

Similarly, Madame Thernadier kept trying to hit Cosette :(

When Red and Black happened, I think Prouvaire had a notebook in front of him on the table? I liked that.

I wasn't great at being able to tell which Amis was which-without specific lines mentioning them it's hard-but at one point a woman came on and was spun around by one of them, so I've decided that was Musichetta (though it could probably also be Bahorel's laughing mistress) (or just a random student but I like connecting it to book characters)

Grantaire was to the side a lot with a bottle, as expected.

When they sang 'don't let the wine go to your brains!' he raised his arms as if to say 'who, me?' and someone else stole his bottle. The minute Enjolras looked away he took another one out from under the table

When Eponine went to get Marius and take him to Cosette, she went to Grantaire first and spoke to him and he called for Marius.

In her death scene, everyone continued as if nothing was happening (apart from Marius ofc) until Grantaire came on, he took some wine from the table and was walking across the stage when he saw them. For a moment he stared before hurrying to get other people to go and try to help, he looked really upset by it. It seemed to again hint that they were friends (which I know isn’t book canon, but a lot of the fandom like the idea including me)

After Eponine died, Gavroche went over and lent his arm and head against the wall with his back to the audience and didn't look up for a while, reacting to his sister’s death.

After Gavroche revealed who Javert was, Grantaire picked him up and carried him round in piggy back. It was really cute. He did this as he sang ‘Bravo, little Gavroche you’re the top of the class!

After Attack on Rue Plumet, when Eponine and Cosette are briefly introduced, they just kept staring at each other through the gate as if they both recognised the other, not just Eponine.

When Valjean was letting Javert go and Javert refused to believe it, Valjean ended up pushing him back against the wall to try and get him to go.

When Eponine delivered the letter, she snuck through the gates when she couldn't see anyone, only for Valjean to come up behind her and grab her thinking, presumably, that she was there for nefarious reasons.

After she gave him the letter and she was turning to go, he grabbed her hat off her head (revealing her long hair) before telling her to be safe.

During Drink with me, Enjolras was at the top of the barricade but was watching Grantaire. When Grantaire was singing and it became clear how upset he was, Enjolras rushed down the barricade and stopped the other student from arguing with Grantaire, and they stood facing each other with the last two lined of the verse directed at Enjolras, before they grasped each other and hugged tightly. They took a while to pull away and it was really lovely

Enjolras was played by Joe Vetch in this performance BTW, he usually plays Feuilly I believe? I'm not sure who played Feuilly instead.

In Master of the House, when Thernadier was singing at the side at one point he refilled a bottle to resell by peeing into it. He then gave it to a drunk guy who didn't seem to notice - but then when they were all toasting at the end, Madame Thernadier switched the drinks so Thernadier ended up with the urine bottle, which he drank from and then threw up. Just what he deserves, really!

In the scene where Marius and Cosette first meet and the Thernadier's recognise Valjean, whilst Thernadier and the others were fighting with Valjean, Montparnasse grabbed Cosette and tried to drag her away (presumably kidnapping her?) but Marius stopped him and punched him in the face.

When Fantine was singing 'Come to me' she left the bed and crawled towards where she thought Cosette was and it was heartbreaking

When Fantine was in the factory and Valjean was trying to leave, she went up to him and kept trying to show him the letter, pleading with him

Also when Fantine tried to get the letter back from the woman who took it, the woman pushed her away and shouted 'Get away from you, you slut!'

During Fantine's arrest, the other prostitutes were gathering around her and trying to check if she was alright and protect her

For Javert's suicide - it really built up to it. He was quite composed and stern for most of the show but after the barricade, you saw him walking around it and seeing all the carnage, before looking for Valjean and trying to get in the sewer. He couldn't lift the grate, but you could see that his uniform was rumpled and undone, and it seemed even more undone as it went on. When he and Valjean were facing each other and Valjean was asking to take Marius to safety, Javert was falling apart, shouting lines. 'the man of mercy comes again and talks of justice' was bitter and mocking, thrown at Valjean like a weapon. Javert wasn't even standing up straight, it was as if he was physically fighting with himself and he could no longer pretend to be the stern upright figure he had been because he had no idea how to deal with Valjean being good. It was really emotional and made his emotional turmoil so clear and heartbreaking, especially as it led into Javert's soliloquy. Whilst the way they show his death might not be the most effective - lights to make it seem like water on the stage, he falls to his knees while reaching up and then collapses on the ground and rolls off stage slowly as it revolves and the lights are whirling round - his acting was amazing.

When Eponine had taken Marius to see Cosette, he spun Eponine round in the air and it was really sweet. 

 I know it happens every production, but the Enjolras death is just. so. impressive. The way they just dangle so still and it’s just??? It must be really difficult and take a lot of skill and every single Enjolras does it???? (I wanna try and do it) Anyway it looks amazing

I’m sure I’ve forgotten a dozen things I wanted to say about how great it was but if I remember anything more I’ll add it. Posting this on the 13th July, which unfortunately is the last day the original production will be shown. The show was amazing and I loved it so much. I wish they weren’t changing it, because honestly it is perfect as it is. 

The cast were also so sweet - I met some of them at the Stage Door (not everyone because obvs some just want to go home). I’d never gone to a stage door before so it was a really exciting experience. They signed my programme which is so amazing! 

Charlotte Kennedy was really sweet in particular, she was leaving and I didn’t want to bother her because it looked like she just wanted to go, but she saw me looking at her and holding my programme and came over and offered to sign it, she was lovely. Joe Vetch was really nice, and pronounced all the names perfectly! Raymond Walsh was also really nice. Dean Chisnall was very friendly and talking to everyone, and Elena Skye was great as well, and Ben Tyler was really nice! Everyone was really nice and lovely and it was amazing to meet them. 

Anyway Les Mis is awesome and the current cast are amazing - I loved them all. I gave them a standing ovation the moment the applause started at the end (usually I’m too anxious and wait until more people are doing it). I hope they have enjoyed their run in Les Mis and that the next iteration is just as wonderful. 

#Les mis #Les Mis London #Raymond Walsh #Joe Vetch #Dean Chisnall #Elena SKye #Charlotte Kennedy #Ben Tyler #Robyn rambles

[wereall-allright]

Wow,

So today sucked and then sucked again, then didn’t suck and then ended up being a good day.

My day started with snoozing my alarm and skipping my shower because depression. Then not having enough time to shovel so I tried to rev Jeremy’s low ass car through the snow and ice at the end of the driveway. Got stuck. And tried for almost 20 minutes to shovel myself out but had to wake Jeremy up anyways. Then we got snippy and loud with each other because I didn’t wake him up. But he’s gotten mad when I’ve woken him up in the past to move his car. So I told him how I didn’t know what he wanted me to do. Then we kept telling each other to shut up and he called me annoying and I started to shut down. Well after 8 trips of bringing bowls of hot water outside, we got his car unstuck. I stubbornly left without saying goodbye only to get halfway down the street and find a shivering pitty. She let me pet her and read the tags on her collar. I called the number and tried to get the pup in my car to take to the hospital on her tags so hopefully they’d know who to call. No luck, pup ran under a house and wouldn’t come out. Jeremy came to try and help coax her out and into my car. Still no luck, but I think Jeremy was able to contact the park owner to get her back to her home.

Then my boss, Chrissy, got fired. They went into a meeting with the CEO, or whatever tf he considers himself, to talk about how our usual facility we refer patients to is thinking of dropping us because the prior auths are not getting done on time which is messing with patients’ infusion dates. They didn’t fire the clinical manager whose fault it is that they aren’t getting done on time. They fired Chrissy for occasionally getting fed up with how much is put on her shoulders (usually by Avery) and then gossiping and joking with us. I’m sure Avery’s the one that complained to HR so many times to get her fired. 🙄

So I smoked on my lunch because honestly I had already put in two applications on Indeed. Jeremy sent me snaps of Ruby jumping on our bed. And he put her hair in a ponytail for the first time; it looked so good, no bumps! But Ruby’s bangs are getting so long, she looked like a pterodactyl. 😂 That video made me so happy. I drove around after smoking in my car to air it out and Ride came on. Ruby always sings along to the “whoa-oh-oh-oh” part so that made me smile too.

But then I had the greatest idea. Fuck a new medical receptionist job. This is the perfect opportunity. Ride it out at my job until May, use up all my PTO, and then start the LPN course and go back to Timmy’s. I mean shit, they pay roughly the same as my current position and I can work Saturday-Tuesday mornings, have school Monday-Thursday nights and have Ruby Wednesday/Thursday mornings, Friday all day and Saturday/Sunday nights. Jeremy’s dad will only have to babysit Tuesdays and a couple hour overlaps in mine and Jeremy’s schedule. It works for everyone. I get more consecutive time with Rue, Jeremy’s dad gets his rest, and I further my career and finally get closer to my main goal of surgical nursing. Ruby will be 3 when I graduate then I’ll make more and can save more. We’ll have a bigger house by the time she’s 5 and then can hopefully have our Landen Cooper. We were gonna name Ruby that before we knew we were having a girl. 😂

So I got home from work, we played outside in the snow, we had some dinner, then Ruby had her bath (and soaked me/threw all her bath toys at me 😂) , and I read Ruby every book she gave me (and then swiped away in the middle of the first page 😂). She cuddled in my lap to read The Very Hungry Caterpillar and Frog and Toad, which btw were my favorites growing up.

Jeremy and I watched Station 19 and left off where a character dies and they show the grief throughout his family. It made me realize I never lost someone super close. I’m terrified of the day I do. I’m in my late 20’s so I know it’s bound to happen soon. I’m constantly worried about losing Jeremy or Ruby or Sydney or really anyone I love. So I cried. In front of Jeremy. In front of someone, I showed emotion; and I feel vulnerable talking about it now, but in the moment it felt good to feel.

But as I was talking to Jeremy, I said something that I hadn’t actually considered before. I was talking about how I know I’m exhibiting old coping mechanisms still by self sabotaging, but I’m aware of it and that’s a good first step towards doing better. BUT I told Jeremy that I feel like I’m self sabotaging my relationship with Ruby by shutting down around her sometimes because I don’t feel like I deserve such a beautiful, kind, generous, caring, happy daughter. I feel like I don’t deserve my daughter’s love.

And it’s such a double edged sword because yes I’m improving so hopefully my daughter won’t grow up to doubt that she deserves love, but at the same time, wtf did I do to deserve to be raised to feel this way?

So I can’t do anything to change the past, but I can do better for mine, my daughter’s, my boyfriend’s, my future child’s future. I’m taking the time to myself tonight; to drink, to smoke, to stay up late and cry along to fictional tv shows. But tomorrow, I’m taking bigger steps than I have been. Self care, sobriety, mental health, my medication, engaging with my daughter and doing better to teach and not just watch over; that’s what’s taking priority. I am different than what I’ve known. I will do better. I will support better. I will be a better example. I will love better. I will get better.

#personal #happiness #be kind to yourself #mom life

[micahsunset]

👩🏾‍💼

💀 How was the dumper? It sucks that your work is so time consuming, Cookie. When is your last day?

As for you and 🍝 , what’ve you guys fought about? How does he take things out of context? I take it he gets offended by some of your words if you’re watching what you say. Spill the tea ☕️. It’s strange being on the other end of the time bomb.

And just about anything to get what you want? Hmmmm. Where, as a stripper, do you draw the line then lol? Is there a big item you’re looking to purchase or something? Extra money for the single room? Me just confused 😐🤨🤔.

I’m glad I gave rue a ‘lil confidence boost. You DO look very good with the short dew. How have you been wearing it lately? With wigs? Or just short? Do you feel liberated? Spending less time in the bathroom?

And interdasting 🙂. I’ll have to check out Lip Service when I drive up to Indy Friday night. The trip back wasn’t too bad actually. The podcasts helped the time pass quicker. Nearly peed myself in Illinois ‘cause I couldn’t find this gas station lol. But I got home around 11pm so it wasn’t too bad the next morning haha.

Oh, the Giordano’s girl was biracial (obviously) lol. My skin tone. Pretty tall, probably at least 5’10. Long curly hair in a...in a PONYTAIL 💀. Pretty T H I C C. 10/10 - would buy pizza from her again. Nothing to report on Shark Tales tho. She was working at Culver’s while I was in Indy, but I didn’t have time to see her.

And congrats on the single bb 👏🏽. Considering your suite mate situation this year, maybe Queso should stay with me 💀💀💀. And I’m pretty sure I got my room. Banner won’t display my fall quarter info since I won’t be here. I’ll just have to check with Trey, Nate, and Brady.

Not keen on the tanks huh? Maybe they’ll look better once I put on these 20 pounds of weight. That’s the goal anyway. I’m finna work out and eat A LOT of baked chicken and other proteins. But definitely chicken. And why would I buy jeans in July you crab 😂😂. I’m not tryna die. The car seems to be running fine atm. Haven’t named her yet. Any ideas? Madre was very proud btw. Said it looked nice. Also, was that bit about the unemployed manly man leaving on Tuesday an invitation? Cause I’ll accept it.

@purplelin

[d3ndroica]

Big Apple 3

Part 1    Part 2   (1 + 2 were a slooow start on this one I know ...)

Madge woke to the voices of her neighbors carrying through the apartment wall. Her head hurt. She needed to pee and she was dehydrated. She cracked her eyes open and immediately regretted it. The sunlight through the window seemed obscenely bright. Too much margarita.

She should’ve taken a water bottle last night. Instead she had limited herself to what fit in the tiny cute purse, which was by far the best accessory for the club-worthy dress. The bar had been so crowded she hadn’t gotten enough water. She scrunched her eyes closed and pulled the blanket over her head.

She’d had some water though. She remembered Thom’s friend Gale handing her a glass. Unless he’d roofied it! she thought. Suddenly she was wide awake. But no, that didn’t make sense. He was gay. And she was alone, in her own bed, wearing normal pajamas and not feeling at all abused - except for the hangover. Grumpy, she peered out from the blanket enough to grab her phone from next to the bed. Luckily she’d remembered to plug it in. 

Shit. It was after noon already. She blearily stared at her phone until she could make sense of the icons on the screen.

Her feeds showed a bunch of pictures from the night before, thanks mostly to Thom. She had a couple new friend requests and a few requests accepted. In the accepted category were Rue Jones, Beetee Mortara, and Venia Curlew. In the friend request category were Cashmere Coulson and Gale Hawthorne. Madge didn’t really remember much about Cashmere, but she was “friends” with Thom, Venia, and Beetee. The only mutual “friend” with Gale was Thom. No surprise there. But she wasn’t sure that Thom befriending his exes transferred to her. 

She looked at his public pics. She remembered him being around a lot the night before. She thought back and recalled lots of chatting and laughing with Thom’s friends, including Gale, but was that really reason enough to friend him? She decided to wait until later to deal with the friend requests. She scrolled mindlessly through her news feed for a bit before she switched apps to check her texts.

There were two new notifications: one from Thom and one from an unknown number. Weird. She opened Thom’s first. Just the usual back and forth about making it home safely and some vague messages from him about the night before. At the moment, she really didn’t care. Then she opened the other.  212-867-5309 2:28am thanks for a fun nite did you get home OK? 212-867-5309 2:42am Thom says you texted him so I guess you’re off the hook. Goodnight princess 212-867-5309 11:02am um this is Gale btw Madge stared. Princess? Oh shit. What had she told him? Or had Thom? Almost automatically Madge went about changing the name of the contact to his name instead of the number. But she was distracted thinking about him calling her princess. Thom knew about her 3 misguided years of princess pageant competitions and the state “Little Miss Princess” crown she’d won when she was nine, before the cancer changed things. Thom had heard far more than anyone should have to after her mom’s relapse. But that was years ago, and even though she knew it amused him, she didn’t think he’d have brought it up. Plus, she’d been surrounded by beautiful people in the entertainment industry last night. Pageant stories would have gone over much better than cancer lab stories.

Madge closed her eyes and it came back to her. Someone - it was Cashmere, Madge thought - had been talking about stage moms. And Madge had a few stories about stage moms. So she had divulged that little history. It was not exactly her deepest darkest secret but it wasn’t exactly the first impression she wanted to make on these new people either. But now she remembered. Gale had been there, he’d called her princess then too. An image of him from the night before crystallized in her mind, his face bright with laughter, magnetic eyes that took her breath away. Shit, she blushed just to remember. 

Maybe if she was lucky, they would all have collective amnesia about last night. Or she’d just never talk to him again. Or anyone else who’d been in earshot. Shit.

She put down the phone and decided to finally roll her butt out of bed. After getting cleaned up and eating some cereal, she shlepped a bag of laundry down to the laundry room only to find that of course, all the machines were taken. There was a guy in one of the chairs reading a book, and a basket of filthy looking laundry next to him, so Madge just gave up and went back upstairs. She lazed around for the afternoon and managed to claim an empty laundry machine after dinner. She settled down with her current book - Lab Girl, a book her dad had sent with her. He’d probably picked it based on the title. She’d just rotated the first load and started the second when her phone pinged. Thom 9:40pm What’s happening Madge 9:41pm Laundry Thom 9:42pm Laundromat? Madge 9:42pm In bldg basement Thom 9:44pm Nice! That’s better at least Madge 9:45pm Last night was fun. I’m glad you talked me into it. How r u? Thom 9:45pm <link> It linked to a YouTube clip of Kevin Sorbo, in Hercules, screaming “disappointed!” Madge laughed at the virally-misinterpreted homage to Kevin Kline. If you chose to believe Sorbo’s version of events, which Madge did. 

Madge 9:46pm Teehee Feeling misunderstood? Thom 9:48 pm my lot in life. But woman, the thing about today is that we both went home alone last night and now it’s a miserable day and I had to wake up to the vocal stylings of Annie and Finn going at it next door. Again. And I wouldn’t have even gotten out of bed but I had a stupid matinee which I hate.

Madge 9:48pm Sorry :-/ So how’d it go? Did you get any sleep last night? Thom 9:49pm I got some and I’m home now so crashing soon.  You’re totally missing the point I don’t need sleep a need a fuck I’m such a mess listen to me blathering What did you think of Gale you two talked a lot Madge 9:50pm Yeah he seemed nice Thom 9:51pm He’s hot right Madge 9:53pm Totally hot, last night was like a beautiful person parade I can’t believe you let me tell stage mom stories Thom 9:55pm You know I love those stories  They’re really not as embarrassing as you think  Madge 9:56pm Maybe in your world I have enough trouble as it is fighting pretty blonde girl syndrome at work Thom 9:56pm Lucky for you it was my world last night then RIGHT? Screw them. Leave that work shit at work You do you 

Madge 9:57pm Yeah yeah So ... What about that Cinna guy he seemed into you Thom 9:59pm I thought so but I dunno I need to stop worry about everything so much RIGHT Did I tell you I have 2 casting calls this week my anxiety is through the roof

Madge 10:02pm You told me but I forgot. What are they for again? 

Thom 10:07pm Commercials. It’s stupid but the money is insane. If you can sell.

Madge 10:09pm Totally. I hoep they go well.  If you need any help learning crazy drug names you know where to go ;-)

Thom 10:10pm Haha, that would be awesome. Watch out you might get wrangled into running lines with me again

Madge 10:12pm That was so much fun you know I’d do it again in the heartbeat. Especially if we can stay up late and eat ice cream. :)

Thom 10:14pm I’m so glad you moved here Maddie, we’re gonna have so much fun 

Madge 10:15pm So much :)

Monday came and Madge went back to her weekday routine. She had finished all the paperwork and trainings at the research center, and she was finally being assigned an experiment. She wouldn’t lead it herself, as new as she was, but she was excited to finally get back in a lab, working with a couple of phd researchers who had developed the protocols. She still had at least a week or two of practicing the new methods before she began actual experiments, but it still felt like progress. She also heard from her friend Delly who wanted to know all about her exciting life in NYC - an idea the pictures from Saturday only seemed to confirm. She grilled Madge on all the people she’d met and things she’d done and claimed she had to live vicariously through Madge because grad school was so hard. Madge encouraged Delly to come for a weekend sometime.

Thursday night she joined some women from the lab at a happy hour.  They went to a basement bar close to the research center, and drank cocktails that the others called “cheap” which apparently they applied to anything under ten dollars. On the upside, the coworkers were pretty friendly and she heard about lots of different subcultures in the city. One told her about contra dancing. Another was into board games … she’d even been to a board game convention the year before. One was a runner, was training for a marathon, and loved trivia nights. It was fun, learning a bit about them. By the time she said goodbye, it was almost 8 o’clock.  She looked at her phone to confirm how to get to the subway, and saw a new text notification. Once Madge was on her train heading home, she opened up her phone again and replied.

Gale 6:48pm  hi 

Madge 8:01pm Hi How are you? Gale 8:04pm alright you? Madge 8:05pm Ok Gale 8:07pm going out this wkend? Madge 8:09pm IDK maybe OMW home from happy hour

Gale 8:10pm you should use a safety text Madge 8:15pm What’s that? Gale 8:18pm pick a string of emojis that means you’re home safe. Then you always send it after a night out. Then we know you’re really safe and it’s not some psycho who kidnapped you or stole your phone or something Madge 8:22pm Ohhkay

Madge 8:24pm How worried should I be about these psychos? Gale 8:24pm lol don’t worry too much. But you should delete that conversation just to be safe. 😉 Madge 8:25pm So do you have safety emojis? Gale 8:29pm of course Madge 8:34pm And? What are they? Gale 8:41pm um no comment Madge 8:44pm Come on! How will I know you’re home safe and not kidnapped by psychos  :P  (home btw)

Gale 8:47pm well don’t judge me  but it’s🖕⛄️🐸

Madge 8:48pm Lol Nice one. Is there a story behind that? Gale 8:50pm  it seemed good at the time what about you? Madge 8:56pm I’m looking … TBH I am not that big an emoji user I can’t really believe the options now that I’m looking.  Maybe I should use 🙈🙊 Gale 8:56pm lol that’s terrible

Madge 9:07pm ok 👣🍿🎵

Gale 9:09pm 👍

#gadge #my fanfic #gadge fanfic #nyc-verse #kids these days all they do is text

[aghostpost]

I always feel bad asking people to write something but if you want I've got a request of a Jughead x reader where they both live next door from each other and their bedroom windows face each other. Your writing is wonderful btw, I love it!

A/N: Pls plsplspslpslsplsps PLEASE don’t EVER be afraid to ask me for a request! I love it, it’s so fun and makes it easier for me when I can’t think of anything to write on my own. And especially don’t be afraid to ask me to write for Juggie my current obsession ♥_♥

“You remember when I moved here?” I asked Jughead, my head resting on his chest. It was a beautiful Spring Saturday morning and we came to Sweetwater River for an early stroll before meeting up with everyone at Pop’s for lunch. Somehow the stroll managed to turn into us lying on the river bank enjoying the warm sunlight.

“I do. I had to suddenly get used to your dog taking frequent craps on my lawn.”

“Hey, she doesn’t do that anymore, right? And that’s all the matters.”

“Yes yes, good for Melon.”

“I remember you couldn’t get her name right, always called her Lemon or Melanie.”

“Because what kinda name is Melon for a dog-”

“-I was six! I coulda named her Chickenhead at that time and my parents woulda just went with it,” I laughed. I looked up at him and rested a hand on his chest. “What else do you remember?”

“Hmmm… everything…”

I was sitting on my bed doing my health homework. I was bored which meant easily distracted which also meant I welcomed the breeze I felt through the window. It didn’t bother me one bit, but it gave me an excuse to get up and close the window; anything to wake me up from this dull assignment.

That was the first time I noticed Jughead sitting at his desk playing video games directly across the grass from my bedroom window.

“That’s such a dumb hat.”

I tossed my backpack on my bedroom floor and collapsed onto my bed, stomach full of a double bacon burger, large fries and a chocolate shake. I couldn’t move a muscle but knew I had to clean dishes and read two chapters for history. I sighed. “Nothing to wake me up like reading about dead presidents.” After taking a breather I sat upright to kick my shoes off, noticing a bright light beaming across the lawn. I could see Y/N pacing back and forth in her room reading a piece of paper, probably a presentation for school. At least I thought so until she fumbled with her laptop and started dancing in the middle of her room. Her dog came in at the sounds of the commotion and started jumping up on her, sniffing at her legs, but Y/N just kept dancing.

I shook my head. “She’s so weird.”

My face ached. I was so exhausted after crying I didn’t even realize I fell asleep. My eyes cracked open and I saw a slice of chocolate cake resting on my bedside table. Mom always knew this was the ultimate remedy for sadness. If there was ever an occasion for chocolate cake, Derek Fisher breaking up with me during lunch would be the perfect one. I rolled over and rubbed the warm mound of fur next to me. Melon always knew when my spirits needed to be lifted. After stretching I sat up in bed, scratching my head and noticing something obstructing my view of the outside. After a pause, I climbed outta bed and walked over to my window, picking up the beautifully folded paper that sat on my windowsill. The paper was ornate and folded with precision, and I remembered seeing it before. I watched Jughead casually fold origami in detention once; I had a few tardies and paid the time for my crime.

I looked over through his bedroom window. He had his headphones on and was spinning in his desk chair writing. I waved around a bit to get his attention and when I did, he stopped spinning, pulling his headphones from his ear to open his window. “What is this?” I asked.

“It’s a butterfly.” I looked at the origami creation, both shocked that something so beautiful came from Jughead and confused about what to say next. “It’s said to symbolize girls in love.”

My face fell flat as I looked at him. “But alas…” I felt the reminder of my breakup didn’t need to be spoken.

He understood. “It also symbolizes emerging into beauty and grace. You know, spreading your wings and what not, finding your confidence… Not letting assholes like Derek Fisher ruin your idea of love.”

“Didn’t know you were so cultured…” I commented, delicately twirling the butterfly between my fingertips, ignoring my face flushing at his words. .

He smirked and reached for his window to close it. “You’re welcome. Enjoy your cake.”

My music was blasting as I laid on my bed, annoyed at the argument I just had with my father. I was hoping to drift off to sleep when there was a tapping on my window. I sat up to see Y/N wave with a warm smile, something I was getting used to. I grabbed the stereo remote and turned down the volume and went over to open the window.

“I come bearing gifts,” she greeted, holding the plate up to me.

“… Did you just make this?” I asked skeptically.

“What? No, my mom’s birthday was two days ago. Actually I was supposed to bring some over to you and your dad but I completely forgot. If she asks, say I did.”

“Well,” I said as I took the small plate from her hands, “it wouldn’t be a lie, now would it?” I gave her a wink before breaking off a piece with my hand and shoving it in my mouth, nodding as I enjoyed the dessert. Vanilla with chocolate icing. Good choice.

“Are you okay?” she asked. “You were playing your angry music, and I know because the bass was vibrating my walls. You and your dad get into it again?”

“Principal called the old man. I got into it with Reggie today.”

“You’re always getting into it with Reggie.”

“Because the guy’s a neanderthal and he doesn’t like that I’m the only one not afraid to say so.”

“Did you get in trouble?”

I shook my head, eating another piece of cake. “Just another warning about how my mouth will get me in trouble someday and knowing when to pick my battles. Same ol’ same ol’.”

“If you say so,” she said as she made her way back to her window. She looked at me over her shoulder one last time. “As a wise boy with a very unique beanie once said to me, ‘Enjoy the cake’.”

It would become progressively harder not to like her with each of these cross-the-lawn visits…

It conveniently started to downpour on my way home from the mall and I had the pleasure of walking through the weather from the bus stop to my house. As I pulled out clothes to get into after my shower, I looked at the small origami collection, courtesy of Mr. Jones, lining part of the shelf on my desk. The butterfly he gave me after the breakup with Derek, a crane for good luck on a math exam I was nervous about; that one he left on my desk. A rabbit waiting on my windowsill the morning of our last day of classes before Spring Break, which also represented trickery and mischief, which I discovered Jughead had a bit of in himself.

I smiled to myself as I blushed and started peeling off my soaked clothes when I saw a light glowing in the foggy, gray outside behind me. I looked in the mirror and saw a reflection of Jughead soon followed by a girl from school. Mandy Miller, a Riverdale Vixen, to be exact. I was shocked to say the least, and when I saw them smiling at each other before she kissed him jealousy hit me like a ton of bricks. While I never confessed feelings for him, I knew there was an undeniable chemistry between the two of us; admitting feelings to each other didn’t seem necessary. That being said, I refused to feel sad about this and instead focused on making him rue the day. I was green with envy and refused to feel like I was the only one with feelings invested in whatever it was Jughead and I had. I managed to slip out of the tight, soaking denim and tossed my jeans to the side, checking myself out in the mirror. I could be a Vixen if I tried, I’m sure. I would definitely look good in a cheer uniform.

In the mirror I could see Jughead laughing, Mandy now out of view, and for the briefest moment he glanced out of the window and I spotted him looking at me. His smile fell and he looked away immediately. I smiled to myself and lifted my shirt over my head, then took my ponytail out and gave my hair a good ruffling. Nothing like envy to make your confidence skyrocket. Finally I turned around and found Jug staring right at me and no, I didn’t look away. I slowly sauntered to the window, not breaking eye contact with him, when I reached behind my back to unclasp my bra. Nervously he looked over at Mandy and then back to me. I gave him a seductive grin, and just as my bra straps began to slip from my shoulders, I slammed my curtains shut.

“Wait, you thought I liked Mandy Miller??”

I sat up and shrugged, picking a nearby dandelion. “I saw you guys kiss, what more proof did I need?” I tucked the yellow weed into the fold of his beanie with a small smile.

“Yeah, on the cheek! She was just happy and thanking me for helping her with an English essay.”

“No no no, that was not the kiss of a thankful girl, that was the kiss of someone that has a crush on you. Trust me, I would know.”

“Maybe,” he said as he propped himself up on his elbows and looked at me, half a smile etched in his face, “you should show me for clarification…”

After an eye roll I leaned forward, the smile on his face putting one on mine as I kissed him under the warming Spring sun. While what we had already evolved past a crush, I would use any excuse and any reason to feel his soft lips on mine, to feel time move in slow motion around us and to feel myself overflow with happiness. “Remember that I love you,” I said before kissing him one more time and staring in his eyes. Rarely was Jughead’s facial expression a soft one but in this moment it was the softest.

He pulled one of my hands to his lips. “Couldn’t forget if I tried.

#request #jughead x reader