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phanfictioncatalogue · 3 years

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Fics With Titles That Start With U

Ubi sunt qui ante nos fuerunt? - etoilesdephan

Summary: After a heated, recurring argument, Dan leaves the apartment to calm down. Little did they know that by Dan walking out on his and Phil’s fight, both of their lives will change drastically. It’s a story of how unfortunate coincidences and an unjust sentence can forever change a person.

Ukulele Clichés - phillestatos

Summary: Dan Howell plays the ukulele and he’s working on his first album, ever. He’s a bit in love with Phil Lester, an animator making his first movie who’s constantly stressed. It takes a drunken love confession for them to start playing around each other and honestly, Dan enjoys the game way too much.

Ultraviolet Riot - chocolatesaucelester

Summary: Dan and Phil as well as Dan’s sister and her friend are in a band together, and they are about to play their next show in Chicago. Even though leading up to it, Dan’s nerves are all over he manages to find his balance with the help of his wonderful boyfriend/drummer boy.

Uma Thurman (ao3) - calvinahobbes

Summary: It's not until Fi pushes her back against her iconic bedspread and makes it slow, makes it deep, looks her in the eye, that Dani realises exactly how much she's been missing out on.

Unanimity - soxophone

Summary: Demon!Phil angst.

Unconditional - placingglaciers

Summary: In which it is Parents Weekend at college and Dan doesn’t have parents, Phil does, and what happens because of that.

Uncontrolled Desires - helloanonymouswriter

Summary: Dan is jealous. He’s jealous because he fancies Phil’s girlfriend and he’s jealous because Phil never spends time with him any more. He finally speaks his feelings when they go to a party.

Under the Cypress Tree - crescendohowell

Summary: A narration of Dan and Phil’s relationship as it progresses from the neighbor next door

Unexpected Love (wattpad) - LovelyS21

Summary: Dan, 18 years old, thought his last year in high school would be great. Spending time with his amazing girlfriend and group of friends. However he wasn't counting on a blue eyed, black haired boy to walk in and turn his last year upside down. Things get bad when Dan catches his girlfriend flirting with Phil, the new boy, and his life seems to fall apart from there. Now Dan is struggling with his feeling and emotions and simply doesn't know how to deal with them. Fights lead to the truth. So what is Dans truth and what is Phil's truth?

Universe (The Moment the Second Splits) (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: the one where Dan has a crush on Phil, Phil brings home a girl, and things work out--and then things don't work out, and then things maybe work out again?

Unnatural Selection (ao3) - PetalsandPhan (orphan_account)

Summary: Prince Phillip has never had a friend in his life. Controlled by his father, Phil is forced into going on a difficult journey to find the hidden princess. But when Phil is accompanied by the servant Dan, will their friendship blossom into something more, something forbidden and unheard of?

Untied Shoelaces - placingglaciers

Summary: In which Daniel gets a brand new therapist (Philip) and they have many fun adventures together. But once he finally starts to get better, Philip disappears at a time when he is needed most.

Up For The New Buzz - jestbee

Summary: Dan remembers getting his ears pierced and how he'd felt so adult at the time, like he'd done something revolutionary and rebellious. But it hadn't been in a place like this, it had been tame in comparison to the type of world he's just walked into with no idea if he's out of his depth.

Up for the Ride - tolkienrowlingfan

Summary: Dan owns a kickass bar in London and has a new waiter named Chuck on whom his eyes drift too often, taking in the black hair, tall stature and prettiest blue eyes. Today, Dan finds out his real name.

Up North - ohlesterno

Summary: Dan and Phil went up north to visit Phil’s parents…

Urine Trouble (ao3) - TheUKAmazingDan

Summary: Dan ignores his daddy's advice and wets himself in the middle of a restaurant.

Us, As Told By Other People - jestbee

Summary: People make a lot of assumptions about Dan and Phil, but what happens when Dan starts believing some of them. You can’t actually ship yourself with your best friend, can you?

use your hands in my spare time (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: It's sometimes hard to find time to themselves on a tour bus but they both have a bit of an exhibition kink anyway

#phanfictioncatalogue #phanfiction #phanfic #phan #masterlists #ficsu #ficsu masterlist

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rkjordan · 4 years

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bae jinyoung’s winter singer performance thank you very much from scrooge the musical

admittedly, it had taken him a lot longer than he would have liked to come up with a song he would be happy singing.

the fact he was limited to doing something ‘winter’ themed had put a bit of a dampener on his imagination. at first he was just going to the route of picking either ‘let it go’ or ‘into the unknown’ from frozen. because that fit the criteria and he was sure that was someone everyone was going to know. then again, he had decided against it in the end because he was sure others would have the same idea and he was pretty sure everyone was getting pretty sick and tired of those songs by now.

which left him back at square one.

he had spent literal days umming and ahhing over songs, going and back and forth between ideas but still couldn’t come up with anything decent he wanted to do. it was only when he wasn’t actually looking for a song did one finally get stuck in his head until he couldn’t think of anything else.

jordan had been sitting at his computer editing his next video for youtube when he had started humming ‘thank you very much’ under his breath. it was just one of those songs which were incredibly catchy and niggled in your brain to stay even after the first listen. and that’s when he realised that it was technically from a christmas film. while the lyrics didn’t really include anything to do with winter, the musical itself was ‘a christmas carol’, one of the most known and iconic christmas films of all time.

so, how could a song plucked right from it not count?

of course, jordan being jordan he had tried to come up with a ukulele performance as well, wanting to bring and twist. in the end he found he didn’t have that much time and he just couldn’t get the instrument to work properly with the song choice. and by the time he had decided this it was just a little too late to pick a new song and practice that. which meant that he was just going to have to do this without his trust instrument around his neck. a change from usual, for sure, but he was quite sure he could pull it off. not that he was doing this to win, he knew he wasn’t a main vocal and the only singing he did was for his dumb youtube covers. but it would be fun all the same.

the day of the performance he wasn’t the least bit worried about things, wearing a large grin as he waited for his turn. all he was aiming for here was to have some fun, get the crowd involved a bit and not do some boring old ballad. not that there was anything wrong with passionate and lovely ballads, but that really wasn’t his style. he couldn’t even imagine himself standing there and doing some heartfelt and serious performance. he was a performer, an actor, and he was going to damn well prove it.

though he was also well aware that he was sure a lot of these people would have no idea what he was even singing, or where it was from. it was a british musical and film, and he had seen it back when he was still in the states and it had shown on christmas morning a couple of times. and he was aware that there were japanese stage productions as well, he was a little unsure if it had ever been put on in korea. in fact, he probably doubted it. but heck it was not like he really cared, he was still going to have fun.

all thoughts of that did leave his mind however when he was handed a microphone and with a large grin on his face he strolled out onto the stage, waving with a free hand. it was surprising how many people were actually there to watch, but that just meant he was going to have to try harder to entertain everyone.

“before we start, i think it’s a good idea to introduce what i’m singing,” he first started off, feeling it a good idea to give people just a little bit of background. “this is a song from the british stage musical and film scrooge, which is based off the popular book a christmas carol. the song also has an academy award nomination, so...” he trailed off with a small laugh before shaking his head, “ah, anyway. please enjoy and have some fun. i expect audience participation so don’t let me down.”

on behalf of all the people who have assembled here i would merely like to mention if i may that our unanimous attitude is one of lasting gratitude for what our friend has done for us today and therefore i would simply like to say

he was saying the words as though he were announcing to a great crowd, which he supposed he was in a way and he was already having fun and he hadn’t even really started his performance properly yet. and he really couldn’t help but acting out the whole thing like he were in the middle of a stage production. he could see himself as a musical actor, he could certainly get the face acting down. besides, it did make the whole thing a lot more fun if he showed he was having fun, then it was more likely the people watching would start having fun as well.

thank you very much! thank you very much! that's the nicest thing that anyone's ever done for me i may sound double-dutch but my delight is such i feel as if a losing war's been won for me and if I had a flag i'd hang my flag out to add a sort of final victory touch but since i left my flag at home i'll simply have to say thank you very, very, very much! thank you very, very, very much!

the way he was approaching this song was adding a bit of a comedic twist to the whole thing, almost acting out the words which were coming out of his mouth, using the stage he was on to the fullest to engage and move around. and while he would never say he was a dancer, he couldn’t help but show off a bit of little footwork as he moved across the stage, acting as though he was leader of a rally and rallying everyone together into this big song and dance.

thank you very much! thank you very much! that's the nicest thing that anyone's ever done for me it sounds a bit bizarre but things the way they are i feel as if another life's begun for me and if i had a cannon i would fire it to add a sort of celebration touch but since I left my cannon at home i'll simply have to say thank you very, very, very much!

maybe a bit surprising to whoever happened to be in attendance, but he had said he wanted audience participation. he turned his microphone around, pointing it out towards the crowd hoping to hear in return the next ‘thank you very, very much!’ shouted back at him. he even mouthed along the words, and while some people just stood there looking rather confused at him, some of them did actually sing it back at him. so he was going to take that as a personal victory.

for he’s a jolly good fellow for he’s a jolly good fellow for he’s a jolly good fellow and so say all of us

he was still more or less guiding the watching crowd through this performance, using his hand almost like a conductor would a baton to try and get them to sing along, to make them smile, to stop taking things so seriously and have some fun. but there was barely any time to breath as he was barrelling right into the next verse of the song, but still completely determined to have as much fun as possible. move around the stage, act as though he was in the musical, conduct the crowd and act out the words from his mouth instead of just standing there being all serious and boring.

how could he be all serious while singing a song as lively and fast paced as this, anyway?

thank you very much! thank you very much! that's the nicest thing that anyone's ever done for me it isn't everyday good fortune comes my way i never thought the future would be fun for me

there was a short break, in the film the crowd of singers processing through the street had just been told to be quiet, so jordan acted like it as well. bending over just a little as he moved forward, putting a finger to his lips as he started to whisper the next line of the song, slowly getting louder before standing up and getting back to full volume again as he practically marched across the stage in time with the music.

and if i had a bugle i would blow it to add a sort of 'ow's-your-father touch but since i left my bugle at home i'll simply have to say thank you very, very, very much! thank you very, very, very much!

this song was a little repetitive, but jordan was simply having the time of his life as he sang his heart out. and he was pretty sure he could see some people who had been looking a bit bored and confused at the beginning of all this madness starting to smile and actually enjoy what they were listening to. and while he was still sure he wasn’t the best singer they would be hearing today, he at least hoped he was the most entertaining.

thank you very much! thank you very much! that's the nicest thing that anyone's ever done for me the future looks alright in fact it looks so bright i feel as if they’re polishing the sun for me and if i had a drum i'd have to bang it! to add a sort of rumty-tumty touch but since i left my drum at home i'll simply have to say thank you very, very, very much! thank you very, very, very much!

he had made sure to act as though he was banging on an imaginary drum, keeping up his comedic factor as he grinned his way through the last couple of lines on the song, bringing things all together at the close with a drawn out note, pulling the microphone away from his mouth as he put both hands behind his back and bowed forward just as the music finished. and that was the end of that.

the large grin was still plastered across his face as he stood up straight again, soaking in the polite applause from the audience as he grinned out at them. his chest was heaving a bit from all the effort he had just gone and put in, hair sticking to his sweaty forehead and shirt becoming a bit uncomfortable despite the cold weather, but he had had fun. and he was sure he had entertained people which was really the only goal he had been going for.

there was nothing else he could do and while he didn’t really think he was going to be winning anything, that was simply alright with him. at least he could leave today content with what he had done and happy enough that he might have done enough to make people’s days just that little brighter.

#rkwintersinger #❛ solo #❛ word count: 1951 #❛ word count: 1567 w/o lyrics #(can jordan ever do a serious song? the answer is no)#(but he's pleased with himself for having fun)#(this song is super catchy)

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ancientbooshartifacts · 5 years

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The Camping Trip

Author: Nonexistantpup

Year: 2010

Rating: PG-13

Pairing: Naboo/Saboo

“You champagne cocktail with a twist of plum!” Saboo snapped. “We’re in the middle of nowhere!” It was sheer force of habit that always led the Shaman Council to unanimously decide Dennis would drive - and there was a perfectly sound reason behind this too. Dennis was almost always sober, and when he wasn’t, everybody bloody knew it. The unfortunate downside, though, was that the Head Shaman was also rubbish at navigation. “Are we?” Dennis inquired, looking about with interest. They were parked in the middle of what seemed to be a featureless desert. “Well, I suppose it is quite bland...” “How dare you?!” demanded Tony Harrison furiously. “Bland?! This is the pinnacle of simplistic pleasure!” Saboo stared. “No, making you into calamari would be the pinnacle of simplistic pleasure, you delusional-” “Oi!” Naboo interrupted. Well. That was odd. Saboo looked at him instead; if that little prick was going to take Tony Goddamn Harrison’s side... “What?” “So this doesn't look familiar to you at all?” Naboo said flatly. Saboo frowned, looking around. Sand. Sand. Sand and... Oh! More sand. “It’s an arid desert,” he responded. “What’s to recognise exactly? We might as well go camping in a sand pit.”

“This is an Outrage!” Tony exclaimed, with even more fervour than usual, and Saboo felt an odd, slimy sensation on his leg as the bizarre little alien prodded him aggressively. “An Outrage! You step on up, you fuckin’ wanker, and I’ll show the the incredible strength of my Outrage!”

Saboo moved slightly away. Being poked by a tentacle always made him feel repulsed and ever so slightly violated.

Apparently taking pity on a confused Saboo, Dennis cleared his throat.

When this didn't work, he added,

“Simmer down!”

Everyone looked at him.

“What?” Tony Harrison demanded furiously.

The Head Shaman ignored him.

“Our surprise destination,” he explained cheerfully, “is the only Xooberonian natural preserve on Earth! Terrific, isn't it?”

A brief silence, after which Saboo rolled his eyes.

Ah.

That explained it.

“You plum tart,” he muttered, irritated. There were mumbled expressions of agreement from the other non-Xooberonian shamen. “I thought we were going somewhere interesting. Kirk, weren't you responsible for deciding upon a destination?”

“Yes,” said Kirk.

“And this is it?”

“Yes,” said Kirk.

Saboo narrowed his eyes.

“Did you select this place because of the inevitable conflict it would cause?”

“Yes,” said Kirk.

Old Mick, who spoke no English except for every now and then when it was convenient, made an emphatic gesture, thumping one fist on his chest.

“No. Amazon!”

“We’re camping, Mick,” said Naboo flatly. “We’re not on a quest to fulfil your twisted fantasies about Amazonian warrior women.”

Old Mick growled.

“This is bullshit,” he muttered.

“Oi!” exclaimed Tony Harrison, his face becoming even pinker with rage. “There is no twisted fantasy that can't be aided with a little injection of Xooberonian atmosphere! You just wait, you old Romanian prick; Xooberon’s so erotically perverse, you’ll drown in the innate kinkiness of this place!”

“Anyway,” said Dennis tactfully, “We’re here now, and at the correct destination. We must pitch the tents, I suppose, and somebody must set up a bonfire before nightfall.”

Saboo sighed.

“As it's his fault we're here, let Kirk do it.”

“Kirk shall not be landed with this task,” Dennis argued calmly. “He is a notorious pyromaniac. And besides, it’s his birthday.”

Kirk looked smug, in his usual, expressionless way. Saboo frowned.

“Kirk, is it true that your legendary pyromania has led to death and destruction throughout the known universe?”

“Yes,” said Kirk.

Saboo would also have confirmed that it was, indeed, Kirk’s birthday, but he already knew. He was not completely oblivious.

Unsurprisingly, Saboo was landed with the task of collecting firewood, with no assistance. Well, except for Tony Harrison, who claimed to be ‘adjusting the kindling for maximum effect’, a task which consisted of occasionally prodding the twigs Saboo managed to find with his tentacle.

The rest of the shamen set up the campsite, an activity which Dennis seemed to find delightful and everybody else reviled. Kirk didn't help, of course, since it was birthday, and Naboo was conspicuously absent. This riled Saboo to no end, since it probably meant they were off having a smoke.

Between the two of them, the girls (Wilhelmina the Dark and Yom Sim Dem Him Hom Zither de Boot, who had green skin) somehow managed to keep Dennis from doing too much damage. Slowly but steadily, the featureless patch of desert became a small, modest campsite with seven silken tents, each decorated with tassels and equipped with ensuites. Tall, open-flamed lanterns were poking out of the sand at apparently random points and in the center of the circle of tents was placed a large, well-built fire.

By the time the sun had begun to set, it was crackling away cheerfully, and the Board of Shamen were all perched upon logs around it. Well, most of them were, anyway. Wilhelmina seemed far more comfortable upon a bright orange beanbag and Tony Harrison had (somehow) climbed up onto an attractive, suede armchair. It wouldn't have been so bad, actually. As much as Saboo hated to admit it, even to himself, the pseudo-Xooberonian landscape was rather pretty by night. The fire was nice and warm, burning effectively (which, he told himself, had absolutely nothing to do with Tony’s kindling adjustments). Saboo could have dealt with the splinters in his fingers - he was a shaman, after all, and had made the actual chips of wood vanish long ago; the grazes still itched though. He could even have dealt with Naboo and Tony Harrison having a rather amiable discussion about Fleetwood Mac. But then a truly awful, horrific event occurred. Something so morbid and twisted, it made Saboo’s guts twist inside of him and a cold sweat break across his forehead. It was all he could do not to curl into a fetal position and suck his thumb. Bollo and Dennis discovered a mutual love of country music. From the first note the Head Shaman played on his harmonica, Saboo knew he had died and this - this was hell. He stared as Bollo ran off to fetch his ukulele. “Bollo, you wanker,” Naboo admonished as Bollo returned, instrument in hand. “There’s no way you’re...” He trailed off though as his eyes fell upon Saboo. Then, he grinned and Saboo's blood ran cold, fury, disbelief and terror intermingling. “Oh, please?” Bollo asked. “Bollo spend so long learning to play new Dolly Parton song...” “Alright, alright,” said Naboo. “Go ahead.” Wilhelmina clapped delightedly and Dennis beamed. Tony Harrison did that revolting thing where he waggled his tongue about to show enthusiasm. “Oh, come on,” Saboo objected desperately. “It’s Kirk’s birthday! You don't want to listen to bloody country music, do you?” Kirk grinned. “Yes.” Saboo hid his face in his hands miserably. <3 Needless to say, Saboo was not feeling at all charitable. The country themed, pot-infused sing-along lasted almost four hours, and would have gone all night if Dennis hadn't gone off his nut on second-hand marijuana smoke. At first, this had caused the situation to become even worse. The Head Shaman pranced around the fire like some kind of demented satyr, stealing Naboo's turban on the way. When he wore it, he looked like the Bollywood version of Voldemort, something which Saboo didn't hesitate to point out. Dennis didn't seem concerned though, responding, “Yes, my young squid, now follow me and do as I do lest the fates inspecteth our conjoined and damnedable souls.” A silence followed, in which everybody stared at Dennis (except Bollo, who was busy creating the atmospheric background music on his ukulele). Naboo took a deep drag of his joint. “Alright, Dennis,” Tony Harrison advised. “Just sit down a moment and drink some water, you raving loony.” Dennis fixed him with a very significant look, perching back upon his log. “Now, it is time. Time to commune with nature,” he announced, and proceeded to stare, unblinking, into the fire. For several minutes, the rest of the Board waited. Dennis was utterly unresponsive to any prodding or speaking though, except for when he occasionally raised a hand for quiet as if focusing on something vitally important. “Erm,” said Boot helpfully. “What-” “Let’s all ‘commune’,” suggested Naboo, taking a drag of his joint and giggling. “Dennis, you’re nothing but a fucking perve.” Dennis didn’t say or do anything, just staring. “We could continue with the country music anyway,” Naboo suggested, reaching for Dennis’s mouth organ. Right. That was it. Without giving any explanation, Saboo rose. He siezed Naboo's robes by the back of the collar and felt satisfied as he heard Naboo give a squeak as he was dragged backwards towards one of the tents, feet scrambling for purchase upon the sand. Saboo knew he couldn't stay in there; the others would suspect (they’d be foolish not to). Still, that didn't mean he couldn't put Naboo to bed and come back later.

#the mighty boosh #mighty boosh #boosh #saboo #naboo/saboo #naboo #naboo the enigma #dennis the head shaman #kirk #tony harrison

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i-think-2-much · 6 years

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So my friends and I have this marvel/movie night groupchat. There are 13 of us on the chat and we have movie nights every Saturday. It’s a pain to plan and usually only five or six of us come, but it’s still fun. Yesterday we went to a lake house for movie night and amazingly, all of us could come. After we finished watching Star Wars a New Hope, we ate pizza on the pontoon since there wasn’t an actual dining table. We took artsy pictures of the sunset while playing our ukuleles and singing panic! songs. It was beautiful, loud, and amazing. Inevitably, since we’re all white girls everyone with an Instagram posted pictures on Instagram.

We just posted group pictures, pictures of sunsets, and recordings of all of us singing to Riptide by Vance Joy while some of us played on ukuleles. Just cutesy things.

And then all of our friends who weren’t in the groupchat started commenting about how they felt so left out and like they had no friends. Like, some of my really good friends were vague posting on every form of social media they have.

I love them, but we have a democracy. In order for someone to join the vote has to be unanimous and they have to be someone who wouldn’t create drama because this groupchat is over two years old and it’s still running as good as the day it was made: actually, probably even better. Besides, there were so many people that we had to bring chairs over so people could actually have a place to sit other than the floor. We couldn’t have invited anyone else.

But they’re throwing shade and making all of us feel guilty about having fun with our friends. I’m sorry we didn’t have enough room to include them and sorry that we have a system that prevents the groupchat from being torn apart. Just let us have fun and feel happy. You do have friends. I’m your friend. I just have other friends, and is that so bad?

#vague posting #drama #white girl things #movienight

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oneletterwrites · 6 years

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Company Mix Up

Summary: Thomas adores cartoons and his dream to work with a company that produces such magic is a reality. Sadly, one branch of the studio is failing and no one can figure out why. He volunteers himself to check on the building and get to the bottom of the problem.

Pairing: Eventual Prinxiety, Logicality, lots of platonic love between them all.

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“I always thought, I might be bad, now I’m sure that its true, ‘cause, I think you’re so good, and I’m nothing like you,” Virgil’s hands shake as he plays the song he made on his computer and recorded his voice too, the final version ready to be used. His entire body is shaking actually. He poured a little too much emotion into this and it’s showing. Showing in a bad way.

“That was so pretty,” Patton is in tears by the time it’s done and he’s enveloped in a hug. It’s difficult to return the embrace but he manages fine enough. Once Patton lets go Roman slings an arm over his shoulder.

“It’s marvelous, which character is the singer?” He asks excitedly. Virgil shrugs, mentioning how it could be from any of them, maybe more some than others. It’s agreed unanimously that they have to keep it. Once the praise has passed Virgil opens up another file on his computer, a rough draft of an opener.

He plays the song before his nerves can tell him not to, his voice going along softly to the ukulele sound. A song about the main characters defeating evil, and them talking about what they believe in, what they will fight for. Piano joins in and he shrinks, making absolutely sure to not look up to see them staring at him.

When it’s over they again agree and Patton gives him another one of those hugs. He snickers into his hand.

“Okay so what if, and here me out here,” Patton says with a little smile. The rest wait patiently for him to talk.

“What if, this character is more than one?” He says pointing a design that may or not resemble Logan more so. While Logan and Virgil don’t quite understand Roman shouts.

“AH! That’s brilliant!” He says and directs Virgil to draw another power bit on their other hand. The idea rolls along and they have a first pilot ready to go, all that’s left is to get it all ready to be seen. Virgil may or not be panicking over it.

“What if I can’t do it?” He hisses through clenched teeth. Patton whines sadly at the thought and Roman scoffs.

“That’s absurd, I’ve seen you work, and it will get done,” Logan beats them to talking though, simply making sure he’s organized before leveling Virgil with an even look.

“For as long as you’ve been working with us, never have we denied an idea of yours without thought, or criticized your work to a point of deconstructing it entirely.” He goes on to the point where Virgil shrinks in his seat. Roman places a hand on his shoulder.

“We are all with you, and we can help you,” The reassurance helps Virgil take a deep breath. He’s working on the animation while Patton dips out. Roman and Logan are back to talking about story board with much more level heads than before, doing their best to work through their disagreements.

“I brought lunch!” Patton says once he enters the room again 20 minutes later. Every takes a collective sigh of happiness having forgotten how hungry they are.

“Is it okay if we all eat in here?” He asks before they can leave. Virgil has already settled into his spot, not willing to move for fear of breaking his concentration. Roman is more than willing to stick around.

“I don’t see why not.” Logan is sure to take a spread out napkin for a plate to not get crumbs over his papers. Patton smiles more so to himself and is sure to enjoy their company. In the middle of their meal does Thomas enter.

“You guys doing okay?” He asks with a crooked smile. Patton nods excitedly.

“Very much so, we are making a headway in progress and have nearly an entire plot line filled in.” Logan informs him. Roman is sure to fill him in on the details with Logan making sure he knows the important bits. Patton pipes in with some of the more emotional bits. Virgil keeps working, but he snorts when they say something funny.

“That’s awesome! Do you guys have a pilot ready?” There’s some nods and words of affirmation.

“Nice! I’ll tell some of the board and we can get a viewing soon,” And with that Thomas leaves. Patton sighs happily, the sound cut off by the wide eyed look of terror in Virgil’s eyes. No one else seems to notice so Patton slides his hand across the table and it’s locked in a death grip.

“Can you imagine?” Roman hops up from his chair to put his foot on said chair. He grabs Virgil’s other hand like a dashing prince and smirks at him.

“Picture it~” He coos and drags his hand across the air like they can see what he’s seeing.

“Our names and our work all put together for everyone to see.” He goes off talking like a movie star. Virgil takes his hand back while Logan tells him to not talk with his mouth full. Patton just smiles.

“Yes while that would be a positive outcome, we need to finish it first,” Logan says, bringing Roman down to regular thinking again. Roman just huffs and throws his napkin at Logan.

“Childish.” Logan says and Patton giggles. There’s a smug look on Roman’s face knowing that Logan won’t retaliate. They finish their meal and pack up most of their things, each heading back to their respective desks.

Patton plops down, then jumps right back up to head up the stairs to find Roman. He skids to a halt in front of his door and knocks rapidly. Roman opens it with a flourish.

“What if they don’t make it?” He asks. Roman stares at him. Patton quickly explains his thoughts and Roman is screaming. Together they run down to where Logan is. He jerks when he hears them knocking on their door, though Roman just barges right in.

“I have an email you could have just told me that way,” He says. Patton looks a little sheepish but Roman brushes past that fact to explain their plan. Logan nods along and adds it to his notes. They run down to Virgil next.

“Can you draw tears?” Is all Roman asks when they get to his cubicle. Virgil glares at them and slowly nods his head.

“Yes?” He says tentatively. Patton squeals and runs off while Roman talks about who and how he wants them to cry, Virgil writes it down and does a quick test for Roman’s approval. When it’s all done he gives Roman an odd look.

“Logan just emailed me, why didn’t you?” He asks. Roman again, brushes past the question and in the end never answers.

“Wonderful, see you later,” He calls. Virgil rolls his eyes and goes back to work but there’s a smile on his face that matches the others.

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Beloved Community Blog – Entry 11

Though the cadre of 12 arrived together, they depart in multiple groups: Jory, Krista, and Cameron on January 7th; Heather, Tom, Maddy, Jacob, & Heru on January 14th; Caleb & Gabie on the 16th; and originally Jorden, Max, Colin, & me on January 21st. It turned out that Max & Colin departed on the 21st, while Jorden & I ended up staying an extra week jumping through plenty of bureaucratic hoops and also tying up some loose strings among our projects. On the day after visiting Mother Teresa’s House, House of the Dying, and the Kalighat Temple, everyone but me made the train ride for a second visit to the village. We had conversed about the young disabled boy and almost unanimously decided to get him a wheel-chair. Sumit priced them and found a red plaid, boyish-looking chair that we thought he would like. It folded together, and was easy to carry. Contributions from the group went $160.00 over the $170. cost of the chair. Since all the money had to be donated to the boy’s family, we talked about what to do with the extra. We didn’t quite come to a consensus, but, basically most agreed with Heather’s proposal to get him evaluated by a therapist and see if any improvement could be made in his feeding himself or handling other bodily functions, even talking, or signing. Someone pointed out that the $160. would not go very far in paying for therapy. Sumit is going to look into finding a therapist to evaluate the boy’s possibilities. At first some thought that for the money, more people could be helped on the street. But a few regarded the boy’s improvement as lasting a life-time, and at least those on the street could see, hear, talk, and walk. The train was so crowded that only one person got to sit down. The team had met after one of our meetings, and packed bags to distribute – by age, crayons, paper, coloring books, little musical instruments, things for girls, things for boys, and so with the Chair, had a lot to carry. At the village, so many crowded around them that they ended up having to bring back many of the bags to distribute later. I remember on Tom & Heather’s first trip that the train was not so crowded. At that time, Heather got everyone singing the Hokey Pokey, even walking and singing through the aisles. Alanna, my beloved assistant at Marist at that time, was with us. During his first time here, Tom took his mandolin outside of the Y, and helped a girl play it. A few others crowded around and he helped them to play a bit, as well. This trip he mostly played his ukulele. Gabie, a musician, herself, also played it. Colin came in one day, and said, “Heru is teaching English to little kids on the Y steps.” He had looked through a number of book stores to find one for teaching English to young kids. In Brooklyn, he teaches small children with special needs – and they love him. At a meeting, I shared the founding Scripture of the Beloved Community – Isaiah 61. We just read the first two verses: “The spirit of the LORD God is upon me;because the LORD has anointed me to preach good tiding unto the meek; He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim liberty to the captives, and the opening of the prison to those who are bound; 2 To proclaim the acceptable year of the LORD, and the day of vengeance [rescue] of our God; to comfort all who mourn.”

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