T shirt and panties.
This is for my dear @lovebishoplosamiguelgalindo who planted this seed with her yummy Hank story this morning.
Miguel is first and after the ****** is Bishop, same idea but different characters.
Warnings: Hint of the smut to come and just fluff.
WC: 1742
Enjoy x
The only things that were missing when Miguel walked back through the door was strobe lights and smoke machines. You loved the old house till it burnt down, but you had two requests when you were looking for a new house, a walk-in wardrobe and blue tooth sound system through the house. Miguel laughed to himself at your request but the real estate came through for you and you were happy and that’s all he could ask for after you lost so much in the fire.
You were known as the first lady of Santo Padre, you were very hands on with the town and very well known, not just as Mrs. Galindo but also as a good charitable person, always willing to help out whenever anyone in the town needed it. You came from humble beginnings and it was just by chance that Miguel crossed your path, but it was the best chance encounter of your life. You were always dressed to the 9’s out of the house. Very well groomed, hair and make up always done and cloths immaculate.
Miguel made his way up the stairs your voice almost as loud as the music pumping through the house. He rounded into the bedroom and found you dancing in the walk-in wardrobe. The Spanish beat and words filled the room and Miguel stopped, looking on with his arms crossed in front of himself and a smirk on his face. As much as he loved you in your fancy cloths, he loved how you were dressed now; One of his old college t shirts, a pair of black lace panties and your hair half up, half down pulled back with a claw clip.
“Mamita, yo sé que tú no te me vas a quitar (¡duro!)
Lo que me gusta es que tú te dejas llevar (¡duro!)
Todos los weekenes ella sale a vacilar (¡duro!)
Mi gata no para de janguear porque”
Miguel bit his bottom lip listening to the words coming out of your mouth loud, at how you sang the words, his eyes sparkling watching as you dent down picking up pairs of shoes from the box in front of you putting them on the shoe rack on the back wall. His eyes scanned down to your hips, at how you moved them to the beat of the music. Shaking them from side to side and dropping down low. How the rest of your body moved like a snake to the beat. The music was too loud for you to hear the growl that rattled through his chest.
“A ella le gusta la gasolina
(Dame más gasolina)
Cómo le encanta la gasolina
(Dame más gasolina)
A ella le gusta la gasolina
(Dame más gasolina)
Cómo le encanta la gasolina
(Dame más gasolina)”
Not taking his eyes off you, he toed off his shoes, shrugged off his jacket and walked into the space, he came up behind you, his hands going to your hips. You let out a giggle as his big warm hands moved down your thighs and back up again. The beat taking over both of you. Miguel pulled you back onto him and you grinded back into him, your clothed ass grinding back into his crotch. One of your hands came up to hook on his neck. You both danced together for the remainder of the song, your hips moving together and your bodies pressed together, his solid chest pressed into your back. Miguel’s lips and beard brushed over your neck. Miguel’s hand ran up the arm to the hand that was on his neck, he grabbed onto it pulling it away from him, taking it into his hand. He rested his other hand on your hip and spun you around.
Miguel winked at you, pulling you into him and dipping you down at the end of the song. You broke into giggles as he lifted you back up, his lips meeting yours as you stood back up on your feet. Miguel’s hand sliding down to latch onto your lace covered flesh, giving it a squeeze and then a slight slap,
“Those hips don’t lie, Amor” Miguel rested his forehead on yours as you both started to sway along to the next song.
“Nor do yours, my love” you peaked his lips.
Miguel gave you a grin that was filled with nothing but sexual desire. He started to back you into the shoe rack till you were pressed into it. Miguel hooked his fingers into the waist of your panties and pulled them down as he sunk to his knees. Miguel pushed your legs apart slightly, lent forward and licked a strip straight up your core, your legs trembling at how good it felt,
“You know what else doesn’t lie, my love? The way you scream my name when your about to cum”
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You weren’t living together yet and hadn’t been together for that long, but it had gotten serious quite quickly and you were both happy with how it was going. Bishop had been out for a run for nearly four weeks and you wanted him to come home, just relax and not worry about anything. He telling you previously that he would lock himself away for a couple of days after a run to clear his head and relax. You did a quick grocery shop and picked up a case of his favourite beer, driving over to his house, finding the hidden spare key and letting yourself in.
As soon as the door opened, a damp smell hit you, making you crinkle your nose at the ugly smell. You sat everything on the kitchen table and rushed around the house opening all the windows to let in fresh air. You walked back into the kitchen putting everything away where it needed to go. You went into the bed room stripping the bed and throwing the sheets in the washing machine for a quick wash.
Sweat was dripping off you, you walked into the lounge room turning on the aircon to try and cool down, it made a big bang and the green light turned off. You swore under your breath wiping your sweaty forehead with the back of your hand and ringing a repair man that was going to come out the next day to look at it, you writing a note and putting it on Bishop’s fridge. You couldn’t handle the heat so you kicked your flats off and pulled off your jeans, leaving you in your panties and t shirt, as you continued to move around the house, cleaning and tiding.
It was later in the afternoon, you had vacuumed, cleaned the bathroom, did another load of washing that was in the drier, made a pasta bake that was cooking slowly in the oven and had just remade the bed when you laid on top of it just to rest for a moment till the pasta bake was done and you were going to go home and wait for Bishop to come and see you when he was ready.
Your eyes shot open when you heard the front door close and you heard foot steps on the hard wood floor in the hall way, you had been asleep for an hour and you jumped up rushing to the doorway, when you came face to face with Bishop, a big smile on his face,
“Hey sweetheart” his arms came around you pulling you to him, yours around his neck and his lips met yours, his hands running along your lower back “Sorry I was away so long, I missed you” Bishop kissed your shoulder.
“Missed you, so much” you kissed his cheek. You heard the bell on the oven and you pulled away from him walking to the kitchen “Let me get the pasta bake out, I’ll open you a beer and I’ll get out of your hair. I know you like to relax after a run”
Bishop looked around the house as you walked into the kitchen, after his eyes were glued on your pantie covered ass, till you were out of sight. His eyes went to the living room, clean blankets draped over the couch, floor clean, then he looked in his bedroom at the clean sheets and a basket of clean folded up cloths sitting on the end of it, he then walked into the bathroom looking at how tidy it was and smelling clean, then walking into the kitchen to you pulling out his favourite pasta dish and walked to the fridge opening it and his eyes blew open at how full of food it was and his favourite beer stacked up on the bottom shelf.
You sat the hot tray on the stove, closing the oven and turning it off. You walked to the cupboard reaching up on your tippy toes for a plate when Bishop came up behind you, his hands running up your thighs and moved around, squeezing your cotton covered flesh, kissing the middle of your back,
“How did you know I was coming home today?” Bishop whispered into your ear as you stood back down flat on your feet.
“I didn’t, I thought you were coming back tomorrow. I just didn’t want you to worry about cleaning or food shopping or cooking. I just wanted you to relax once you walked through the door”
You turned to face Bishop and he pressed his body onto yours. His lips kissing along your neck, your hand coming up to rest on the back of his head, the hairs on your body standing on end at the feeling of his beard and warm lips. Bishop wrapped his arms around your middle, lifting you up off the floor and walking you into the bed room, dropping you on the bed. Bishop shrugged off his vest and started to undress himself,
“You know something sweetheart? Your right, I do like to relax after a run. But I like to relax in a different way now” Bishop pushed down his jeans, leaving him in just his boxers “I have you and there is nothing more I want to do then to fuck you into this mattress and then sit with you on the couch, stuff our faces with that amazing pasta, drink beer and watch our show” Bishop moved to settle between your legs that he pushed apart “Sound good to you, baby?”
“Sound amazing”
Tags: @beccabarba @alwaysachorusgirl @frattsparty @withmyteeth
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Behind the scenes
Pairing(s): Aaron Tveit x Reader, Les Mis (2012) cast x Reader
Warnings: This is just fluff. Like one curse
Summary: It is never intended for Enjolras and Eponine to fall in love in the original story, but a lot of things can happen when the cameras are turned off
A/N: I know everyone is waiting for more of the Let Me Down series but I have wanted to do this for a long time bc I am utterly in love with this man and I've always said I don't want to just write Peter Parker's stuff. Might make this several parts, who knows, I like things with parts.
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For the first time in the whole day, silence fell upon the set of Les Mis, being only vaguely interrupted by the quiet chatter of everyone else who, unlike you, still had energy to talk. It's not like it was your fault, though, you had no idea of how much running around implied to play Eponine.
Huddled in a quiet corner of what had been built to be the Café Musain, you pushed your knees against your chest and hid your face between them, hoping to catch some rest before Tom decided he wanted to do a scene again. Was it maybe two in the morning? Three? You didn't even know anymore, you weren't allowed to carry a watch around your wrist and your phone was charging in your trailer, but the last time you had checked it was midnight and that had been a few hours ago.
Doing a movie, you had come to learn in your first few days of filming, was quite different from putting up a show. Interacting with your surroundings, going over scenes and even directing your eyes to a certain place while saying your lines was a world away from your common place on stage. You'd had to repress a loud squeak on your first day on set when you saw just how real everything looked, and when you started to try on your garments... you might as well have been a street urchin on Paris, 1832.
A small finger touched your shoulder timidly, waking you up from your fragile sleep and making you lift your head from its place. Your eyes took a few seconds to adjust to the light and you even had to squint a little to recognize Daniel standing next to you, looking just as tired, but with a small flame of caffeine dancing in the back of his eyes. Who the fuck gave the kid coffee? You wondered.
"How long do you think they'll keep us here?" he asked sitting next to you. From all your cast mates, Daniel was probably the first one you had grown fond of, but then again, so had everyone.
"Maybe not much longer, unless they want us to be here at noon tomorrow," you answered raising an eyebrow. Being the youngest person on the whole set, you could tell he was trying to hold his own like the adults, drinking coffee and doing his best to stay awake.
The problem with that, you knew, was that caffeine reacted differently on kids and adults: when an adult drinks coffee, it gives them energy for a long period of time, the caffeine is distributed in order to serve the body for good while. When a child drinks coffee, on the other hand, the caffeine gives them a rush of adrenaline that gets them jumping up and down and running circles around the adults, very much like Daniel was doing a while ago, thus burning all the energy they had acquired as fast as they had engorged it.
"You want to rest for a minute?" you asked him, stretching your legs so that he could rest his head on them. He shook his head tiredly, but didn't put up a fight when you grabbed his shoulder and started to lay him down.
Softly, you caressed his hair, while carefully trying to undo the tangles the dirt had made onto his hair to give him that street gamine I-live-in-the-elephant-of-the-Bastille look. In a matter of seconds, he was fully asleep, snoring quietly against the fabric of your skirt.
You heard some of the boys approaching, laughing loudly with cups of steaming coffee on their hands, and were quick to lift your finger up to your lips, to let them know of the resting boy that would be quickly awaken by their laughs. They apologized in whispers, handed you the cup they had brought for you and sat around you.
"Helena is trying to convince them to let us go to the hotel," Alistair commented, although he didn't look tired at all, more like he was amused by everyone else's exhaustion.
You sighed in relief against the cup, which was held close to your lips, making the steam hit your face in a warmth that made you aware of how cold your nose was. Only one gulp of the bitter liquid was enough to warm the blood flowing through your veins and take you back to life, you could open your eyes properly and the first the landed on was one of the most distinctive of your cast mates: Aaron Tveit.
Was there something special about him that made you think of his full name instead of just the first? Yeah, everything. He was the embodiment of the Enjolras Victor Hugo had wrote, the one that had been nicknamed Apollo by his friends. Maybe it was the way he held himself, somehow taller than everyone else, with that revolutionary fire in his eyes and walking around the set like he was actually going to get the people to build a barricade.
Wherever he happened to exist, you couldn't help but feel the presence of an olden god amongst mortals, the time go slower and light to travel in a bliss. There was just something so ethereal about him...
"He's talent, isn't he?" Alistair commented, having followed the direction of your eyes. "Among other things," Eddie joked, perhaps having caught on on the repressed smitten nature of your gaze. Stubbornly, you rolled your eyes.
As if saved by the bell, your director announced that everyone was allowed to go and get some rest, under the condition that you had to be back the next day before lunch. You were so tired, you almost forgot you were on your costume, being remembered by Eddie when you walked straight to the exit.
Up until that day, you had followed you stylist's skincare routine religiously every day after finishing filming, but once you found yourself in your sweatpants and Alistair's sweater, you simply poured water in your face and wiped all the makeup away with a paper towel.
Outside of your trailer, you found at least half of the Amis waiting for you to go grab some pizza while forming a wall to shield a newly caffeinated Daniel from your accusatory eyes. "I just left my cup unattended for a second!" George said quickly. You didn't know if you should laugh or yell at them, but you decided you were too tired to do either, so you simply took his hands and walk with the boys to the minivans the studio had hired for your transportation.
Eating pizza after having barely washed the makeup off of your face and only having a few hours to sleep after? You knew you were going to break out, but that was a tomorrow's problem.
Perhaps it was the magic that gravitated around Aaron that made you look back to see him, walking several feet behind the lot of you and clearly immersed on his thoughts. What you did next wasn't exactly a conscious decision, but it felt as natural as if it were.
"Hey, Tveit," you smiled, stopping before him. He looked surprised for a second, since he hadn't heard you approach him, but then smiled softly at you.
"Hello, Y/L/N," he said back, looking at you with those piercing eyes of him.
"We're going to grab a bite, wanna come?" You asked with a bright smile, one so cute that made it hard for him to say no.
"I don't know, it's late..." he said with half a smile.
"Did you know that pizza wasn't invented until the late half of the 18th century," you said, persistently, making him raise an eyebrow at the random fact, "that means all of our characters died without having ever eaten pizza. Shouldn't we, in order to honor them, do the things they never got to do?"
Aaron tried as hard as he could to fight back a smile at your argument. He had heard from the other guys about your occurrences and funny yet charming way with words, but he still hadn't had a chance to delight himself with it all too much. Maybe you were both too busy, maybe he wasn't as good as he liked to think to break the ice and Alistair had beat him to it.
He was practically convinced already, but still you added, "come on, Enjolras is still going to be here tomorrow morning... er, today a little less morning." You corrected checking the time on your wrist watch.
He was tired and not really hungry, but sill he nodded and followed you to the exit, where the rest of your friends cheered upon his joining.
Thankfully, the place Fra Fee knew was not too far away from the hotel, because none of you would have managed to walk too much after the day you'd had. Pulling a couple of tables together with the help of a waitress who pretended not to be a little starstruck, all of you sat down and ordered. You personally tried to ignore the way Eddie gave you his sit so that you would end up sat next to Aaron.
After ordering three large pizzas and some lemonade, and having grudgingly remembered that you couldn't order a beer or anything of the sort, you resumed your chattery. You soon found that, while you weren't the only theatre actress on the room, you were the only one who had never been on a film before. Still, that didn't mean your previous work had gone unnoticed.
"I was really excited to meet Y/N," Eddie commented on Daniel's side, "because I went to see her in The Phantom of The Opera, in London and I was" he made the gesture of his head blowing up, making you laugh.
"Yes, I knew I had seen you somewhere! You're Christine Daaé!" George exclaimed, interrupting the bite he was about to give to his pizza.
"Didn't you say on the first table reading that your dream role is Esmeralda, from the Hunchback?" Aaron perked up, making you blush a little.
"Esmeralda, Christine and Eponine," Alistair numbered, only giving you time to nod, "are you planning on becoming the Holy Trinity of French Theater?"
"I'll be able to say the Holy Trinity of French Theater died in my arms!"
You almost spilled your lemonade at the exclamation, unable to contain your laughs, very much like everyone else on the table. You didn't mean for your face to be as red as it was in that moment, but you couldn't help it when everyone seemed to be so interested in your past work. Despite attention being your line of work, you didn't know how to handle it that good.
It was when Daniel's adrenaline burnt off, as you had predicted, and he was found too tiresd to even keep his head up that you came back to the hotel, with the quiet company of Aaron, who had also offered to take the young boy back to his room. You were both in silence, though it was not an awkward one, it just wasn't necessary to talk to enjoy the other's company.
"We're getting a cow," he said suddenly, when you were approaching the entrance of the hotel.
"What?" You asked with a confused smile.
"We're getting a cow, on the set, tomorrow," he clarified grinning, "she will be there for the scenes of the barricade."
"Why would a cow be on a barricade?" You questioned with a laugh, opening the door for Aaron, since he was carrying Daniel, and receiving a little thank you in return. "Not that I'm complaining."
He laughed in return and followed you to the elevator, making sure neither the young boy nor the jacket he had put over him fell from his embrace. The cow thing had just been to start conversation and be able to ask what he really wanted to know, although he was a little pumped up about the cow.
"Do you want to do what Alistair said?" He asked curiously, "About being the Holy Trinity of French Theater, it is."
"I had never thought about it that way, but it sounds quite nice," you answer thoughtfully. "Though, I believe I would have to play Eponine on a stage, rather than a set to really earn that title."
"You're not liking movie making so far?" He asked somewhat amused, specially when you whipped your head to look at him with wide eyes.
"No! That's not what I mean," you talked so fast you nearly stumbled through your words, but the kindness on his eyes made you sigh and calm down. "This has been amazing so far and I would never underestimate the huge effort it takes to make one of these. I mean, I've only been doing this for a couple days and I'm already beyond exhaustion. And yet it has been wonderful, the set and the preparation and just seeing all the work it implies is... unbelievable."
You knocked three time on the door, to see Daniel's mother not two seconds later. Aaron had been worried that maybe she would be concerned and even a little mad at how late her son was coming back, but you had been texting her throughout the extra hours of shooting and to let her know you were going to take him to eat something before coming back to the hotel.
She kindly thanked you both, took Daniel (who was still sound sleep) on her arms and gave Aaron his jacket back, to then close the door. Without saying much, he walked you to your own room, prompting you to continue.
"Where was I? Oh, yeah! So filming a movie is... I'm running out of adjectives, but it's really great," he chuckled slightly, "but I don't think it can top the feeling of being on the theater," you sighed dreamily.
"On stage, there is no take two, the things you're doing can only be done once. There's..." your tongue ran through your lips, an action Aaron found almost mesmerizing, as you tried to find the words to describe the thing you loved the most in the world. "There's this feeling, when the show is about to start, the lights dim, the overture starts and you get goosebumps and you heart starts thumping at the moment you come on stage, there's something about that moment being unrepeatable and having the eyes of the crowd on you, the adrenaline is just... is like the identity line that divides the actor from their character disappears and in that moment you're not quite them, but you're not you, you're just..." you let out a breath at the inability to find the word and, for a moment, you worried you might have bored him with your rambling, but he had that bliss over his face, the one only a theatre actor knows and has, that told you he knew exactly what you're talking about.
The next morning, back on set and with your costumes again covering your backs, Aaron found himself so hypnotized by the sight of you rehearsing with Amanda his tea got cold and was utterly scared when Eddie's palm fell onto his back, dragging him out of his day dream.
"Is this the part when the Phantom is stalking Christine?" George asked jokingly, making Aaron roll his eyes.
For someone who made so much fun of him for becoming Enjolras, he had certainly developed Grantaire's mocking nature.
"She's really talented," the blonde man answered nonchalantly, drinking from his tea and making a face when he found out the drink was cold.
"I see," Eddie said handing him his tea, "are you seeing our dear Y/N under a new light?"
Was he? It would be a lie to say he didn't come back to his room with you occupying every single one of his thoughts, his heart fluttering who had managed to put his passion for theatre in words. Had his hands always became a little shaky around you? Yes. But today it was even worse.
Today, your voice giving life to Eponine's thoughts and emotions could make his cheeks blush or bring tears to his eyes in a matter of a second. Today, you walked around with a strange light over you, one that didn't allow him to look away while, at the same time, reprehended him for staring. Today, you were more than an artist, an actress. You were something more than human.
"Nonsense," he replied stubbornly, "I have always known how talented she is."
Before he could get a sarcastic comment or a snide yet friendly remark, the three men's chatter was interrupted by the two previously mentioned ladies rehearsing The Robbery, one of the scenes you planned on filming that day.
"It's the police! Disappear! Run for it!" Your strong soprano voice cut all chattery in one swift motion. "It's Javert!"
He probably held his breath for as long as you held the note. Once you opened your eyes, you seemed a little embarrassed at all the eyes on you, but Aaron didn't understand just what did you have to be embarrassed about.
Eddie shook his shoulder, "breathe, mate!"
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um can you pls tell us more about meeting your wife on tumblr🥺
of course! i’ll talk about my wife all day long, i’m kinda obsessed with them 🥺🥰 (putting the story + everything else all under the cut because as usual, i got ramble-y 😬)
back in 2013 she messaged me anonymously basically saying that she had a crush on me (i had a small following at the time because i was friends with a girl that had like 200k+ followers so i got a lot of random anons, but not any like this) so i answered it was like basically like “if you don’t come off anon right this second 🔫” and i guess it worked because like an hour later, i get a message from this blog i’d been following for a few weeks and i was like “oh i know who this person is! they’re cute as FUCK” and we started chatting 🥰
it kinda started as the whole “you’re cute” “no YOU’RE cute” kinda shit but after like, 5 weeks of talking and 3 weeks of facetiming every day, she was like “so…what are we?” and i was like “idk, do you wanna be girlfriends?” (cringe) and she was like “okay 🥰” (and then i told her i loved her a month later because i’m a SUCKER 😌 but in my defense she did make me a book called “100 reasons why i love you” for christmas that year, so. what can i say? we’re lesbians lmao)
then we dated for 5 months and met that December just before Christmas (we got to do all kinds of cute tourist-y stuff in Chicago and went ice skating where i ate SHIT in front of her entire family and wound up with a gash on my thigh so that was memorable lol)
then we did long distance for 2 years and in the summer of 2015 she moved to my hometown where i was living at the time and we got an apartment together and have lived together ever since 💛 we got married in july of 2017 and will be celebrating 8 years dating/4 years married in two weeks 🥰
when we met, we were both struggling with our sexualities and initially both identified as bi, but quickly realized that even though we’d both dated guys in the past, we were never actually attracted to them, and we both helped each other come to terms with the fact that yeah, we were hardcore Kinsey-scale 6 le-dolla-beans 👩🏻❤️💋👩🏼
i came out to my parents and best friends in september of 2013, then publicly on facebook a few days later, but they came out to their mom right when we started dating (their mom has been our #1 supporter from the jump, i adore her 🥺💛) and then came out to their dad and grandparents just before i came to visit in december (we both wrote everyone letters because we hate confrontation lol) and thankfully everyone was super accepting and chill, which was a relief 💛 we got SUPER lucky with that stuff and i’ll never, not even for a second, take it for granted, because not everyone is as fortunate as we were 😭
anyway. i’ve rambled enough. idk i think our story is kinda cute. and i won’t lie, it’s been turbulent as hell sometimes, but that’s just life, you know? like, i love them more than anything in the universe. there is nobody on this planet that i care about more than her. but, we’re both mentally ill (they’ve got generalized anxiety disorder and severe ADHD)* and i’ve got…well, y’all know. a whole myriad of BULLSHIT lmao. and that makes things hard sometimes. we have a very executive-dysfunction heavy household and it’s the source of most of our arguments, and even though i rave about how incredible they are all the time (because they are) i don’t want anyone to think that our marriage is a perfect, blissful little union. it’s not, and it’s hard, but every second is worth it. i’ll take all the hard times a million times over again if it means i get to keep the good parts, because the good parts are so, so good 🥺💛
*they’re fine with me talking about their MI on here because i don’t share any personal, deeply identifying info about them/us on here, like our government names or anything, so please nobody think i’m just airing out my wife’s shit without her knowing because i promise that’s not the case lol
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Vin’s Bad Batch Rant -ep 1
Welcome to this part of Tumblr where, after I watch each BB episode, I’ll give you my detailed (yeah lmao as if) analysis and emotional ramble. SPOILERS AHEAD!! Let’s gooo (this is gonna be a long one, 70 minutes of ep!!):
First of all HOW DARE THEY. Filoniiiiii.
I was NOT expecting to start with a mission right before Order 66 are you fucking kidding me? I immediately went “Nope, not doing this.”
Look at the initial flashback of the clone wars. I was shaking, too many memories.
I haven’t watched Rebels but I know some things and I know who Caleb is. So HI Padawan Caleb, good to see you. But... wasn’t Kanan’s skin complex a bit darker?
It’s going nicely, some comedy thrown in, The Bad Batch being wholesome and just destroying clankas! Tech is growing on me.
Master Billaba why are you so disappointed omg ahah thank them immediately!?!?
Yo I fucking swear, I swear to god that when tbb was leaving and the Captain turned to receive Order 66 I jumped from the seat so fast. Like I yeeted myself so fucking far you cannot understand. Literally, fuck fuck fuck this. My anxiety and ptsd from the clone wars went 📈📈📈📈📈📈
Rip Jedi Master Billaba.
Run Caleb, just run.
(I’m so fucking glad to see The Bad Batch is immune to Order 66. Like so glad.)
Ok Crosshair and Hunter go rescue Mr Padawan there.
CROSSHAIR WHAT THE FUCK CHIILLLLL
nope nope nope this is not going well. I was wrong, I fucked up, I spoke too soon.
“Good soldiers follow orders” noooooooo
Hunter being wholesome omg, what a dad energy he has. I already love him.
Omg Hunter’s scream when Kanan jumps.
Crosshair literally chill dude, let’s all vibe together.
Also uhm... it hurts to see them all so pale. Please for the love of god fix that, it’s unsettling.
The way they return to Kamino so oblivious of what’s going on. It hurts
“Coruscant guard is here” YES SHOW ME FOX YOU COWARDS
Uhm.... Filoni can we talk for a second? Yeah I would like to ask you WHY? Y’know, was it really necessary to show the corpse of a dead Jedi and the hand with the lightsaber falling off? This scene is gonna be stuck in my mind forever. I’m crying.
Can we also talk about the music? Haunting, a masterpiece throughout the whole episode.
This is not a kid’s show.
Love that they have their own personal barrack filled with their stuff, so precious. Plus the Tooka doll, omg😩
The amount of times I’ve said “Crosshair chill” by now is over 9000. Spoiler: it gets worse.
Absolutely love the tension between Hunter and Crosshair. Live for these moments.
Tech listing the characteristics of his mates and then “my exceptional mind” LMAO brag about it.
“The attempt on my life has left me scarred and deformed”. “You can say that again” Wrecker OMG I wheezed. Echo’s like “bruh”. That’s what I need. Right here. God I love this.
“Still don’t think the regs are programmed?” This part made me shiver. It literally terrifies me. Also Tech is growing so much on me...
Hello Omega, nice to meet you.
“adolescent human female” Tech what the fuck it’s just a girl.😂 I love her accent and her smile! And she’s a medical assistant, love that too!!!!!!
Omega really said 😃😃👋🏼👋🏼
Here comes Tarkin ugh
Why does it hurt to see regular clones without helmet? Probably cause they all look like Fives, Kix, and the others. My heart is crying
Also, why is no one bald anymore? Guess that’s old fashioned uh... (yeah I know it’s because they want them to have no characterization whatsoever, but what’s wrong in being bald?) I miss my bald-with-crazy-tattooes- regs❤️
“Hello again” 😁😁👋🏼👋🏼 the way they look at her LMAO 😶😐😑🤔😕
Food fight, yay! (Crosshair was just trying to chill but ooop guess it’s time to fight)
EXCUSE ME?!?!?
No seriously. They really threw AZ in curing Echo’s injury??? You don’t know how much I was crying. I thought they were gonna throw a “Fives” in and I wasn’t ready at all, not now. Glad they didn’t but still... fuck me Filoni
Look at Echo’s reaction. Fuck. He’s scared as hell, probably though he was back on Skako Minor being a lab rat.
Yeah what a shocking revelation for them AZ.
Headcanon: Tarkin hates his life. He’s so bitter.
The fact that they’re being tested against real threats and guns while they have stupid toy guns it’s so fucking wrong and ridiculous.
“Five are all that remain” but Echo’s not genetically enhanced. That means... (i was putting 2 and 2 together)
Here we go with a mission... this stinks from miles away just telling you
Omega and Hunter talks, ughh the feelings
The way Omega calls softly Hunter’s name ugh I’m sold. They already have a bond “something about her I can’t figure out.” 😩😩
“I guess kids aren’t your area of expertise” Crosshair what a subtle shade😂
Crosshair was not really going to shoot at kids and elder people. Right?
Oh hello Saw, good to see ya. Always a pleasure.
GENERAL SKYWALKER AND CAPTAIN REX mention here we goooo🤪🤪🤪
This is chilling and unsettling....
Great a snitch droid or whatever the fuck that is.
*dramatic stare between Crosshair and Hunter* plus toothpick action going on
Crosshair literally stfu
And here’s Tech dropping facts. Omega’s an enhanced clone. I wonder how they made it possible for her to be a female taking Jango’s DNA but whatever, this is Star Wars.
I am legitimately pissed that Crosshair threw away the toothpick. Justice for toothpick.
Omg she found a picture of the squad😭😭😭😭😭 flashback to Rex’s picture with Echo, Fives and Cody I’m crying
Look at them walking right into the trap.
Hunter looks totally offended but c’mon, you know what you were going against.
Yo, I’m really here trying not to SIMP and they fucking throw TBB in their blacks on my face. I don’t have to look at them, I don’t have to— HELLO HUNTER, how’s you booty doing?
Crosshair CHILL amigo ok io quando mi incazzo devo passare all’italiano quindi o ti calmi o ti calmi, capito brooo??!! Le bestemmie che mi fai tirare.
Ok he’s struggling, I see that. No need to be an ass tho 😶
“I know it’s not your fault. You can’t help it.” Yes I’m crying why aren’t you. The way he looks at her... I’m dead.
CT-9904. Okay... also why did they have to kick Hunter. He’s so precious, trying to defend him regardless of him being under the effect of the chip.
Oh shit oh fuck oh shit here we go. (I didn’t want to watch this part.)
Ehm, Hunter why did you have to lay down like that, you sexy beast. I’m waiting for a gifset of him like that. I’m waiting.
Not Omega copying his moves😂😂😂😂😂
“Abnormal individual” lmao the look on Tech and Hunter’s faces. So done.
Ugh the anxiety is spiraling in me. Also how did they suit up so fast lmao.
Oh no. Oh no. NO NO NO
oh shit.
He looks good tho ngl🥴 (toothpick’s back.)
Oh the look on Hunter’s face, the music... breaks my heart.
Oh I was kinda ready for this part but still..... 😭😩
Yo can you not throw the toothpick away in every damn scene please? That’s my emotional support character object.
Yo jumpscare I lost 10 years of my life what the fuck
The amount of times Wrecker got hurt just in this episode is concerning.
Your move. AHHHHHH
Yoooo Omega with that blaster rifle saved the day😃✨
BYE Crosshair see ya later 💔
Kaminoans hiding to the Empire that BB escaped? This is gonna be no good I’m telling you
Omega is precious. Must be protected.
Dad Hunter DAD HUNTER DAD HUNTER IM SOBBING
Short list of friends. One is on coordinates J-19. Saleucami sector system. CUT LAWQUANE confirmed. Fuck yes. I’m happy. Now I can rest.
Sike I will never rest. Strap in and let’s gooo
Well well well. I LOVED IT. FILONI THANKS FOR THE UNWANTED FEELINGS that made me remind I’m a human capable of emotions❤️ I owe you one but I’m also hurt and also in love. Yes, there are things that did not sit really nicely with me: the obvious whitewashing, Omega being a clone of Jango (yes I was kinda expecting it but as I think through about it... makes less sense. Literally how?), but overall I enjoyed it.
Also if you wanna chat about TBB and feelings dm me or send in an ask! See ya bad bitches💕💕
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Top 10 favourite characters from any fandom
I was tagged by @limalepakko , thank you! Since I have recently listed male characters here (or you know, in August, but we all know time hasn't been a thing for many moons), I took the liberty to list characters in general this time. I also went with which characters feel right at the moment, so does not show all my favourites. I also try to keep these short. (edit: okay so these are not remotely short, I will post a list first and have the explanations be under the cut, read if you want to hear my ramblings c': )
1. Fantine, Les Misérables
2. Javert / Jean Valjean, Les Misérables (yes i am cheating)
3. Carrie "Big Boo" Black, Orange Is the New Black
4. Jane Marple, Agatha Christie's Marple
5. Aunt Lydia, The Handmaid's Tale
6. Bridget Jones, Bridget Jones books & movies
7. Rock Lee, Naruto
8. Sarah O'Brien, Downton Abbey
9. Marilla Cuthbert, Anne of Green Gables / Anne with an E
10. Sister Monica Joan, Call the Midwife
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1. Fantine, Les Misérables
I love Fantine with all my heart. I remember reading Les Mis for the first time and her story sending chills down my spine. Her character development makes me so sad, from a girl who falls hard and fast and won't deny anything from her lover, to a woman who is so beaten down by society that she can't do anything but laugh at her fate. But I love how she doesn't lose her pride or her fighting spirit and how she still has the guts to spit in Valjean's face when she sees him after being arrested. And I love how all she does is for her daughter and how despite selling "the gold on her head and the pearls in her mouth" she is content, because all that matters to her is that Cosette will live.
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2. Javert & Jean Valjean, Les Misérables
I was really trying to limit this list to one character per fandom, but alas, I am but a weak little person. Thus, I am cheating already. The thing is that when it comes to Les Mis characters, Fantine, Javert and Valjean are the eternal top 3 for me, but I'm never quite able to say who I love the most. Last time I picked Javert for the male character meme because I love the symbolism and critique of society his character embodies, but let it be known that Jean Valjean is the best character in all of literature and I will fight you on this. The original soft on crime icon (aside from Jesus Christ but they're the same and you know it). Valjean's character journey is such a complicated one from an ordinary man (no worse than any man) to a person, who had been shaped by society and criminal justice system to be a very dangerous man, to someone you could compare to a saint if you wanted to... To an ordinary man, who would do anything for his daughter. He has so many character-defining moments, the biggest ones being in my opinion the trial of Champmathieu and letting Javert go instead of killing him. I just love Jean Valjean so much and could speak about him for hours.
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3. Carrie "Big Boo" Black, Orange Is the New Black
Hopping away from the Les Mis hole and into a OITNB hole. I was debating on whether I'd put Boo or Pennsatucky on this list since I love them both so much, but I've been feeling so much love for my angry butch king that it had to be her. First of all, I'm just so happy to see butch lesbian representation where the butch identity is not just a joke. I know OITNB sometimes uses Boo questionably, but in general she is a nuanced character and one of the most interesting ones in the series in my opinion. I'm so sad they forgot all about her on the last seasons. I love everything about her, how she has trouble with feelings besides anger and often deflects serious stuff through humor, how fiercely protective she is of those she loves (boosatucky otp forever fucking fight me), how proud she is of her butch identity ("i refuse to be invisible")... Also, not to express attraction, but... Mama I'm in love with a criminal. And not to be a slut for how characters view religion/spirituality/God, but the relieved smile she has in one of her flashbacks when she says "there's no God... there's nothing", like you can't just do stuff like that and expect me not to love the character to bits.
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4. Jane Marple, Agatha Christie's Marple
Last time I listed Poirot and was a bit frustrated I couldn't list Marple, but now it's time to right that wrong! I love this little old lady so much. I love Agatha Christie so much for just going "you know who is the person who knows everything that's going on in a community, and thus would make the perfect detective for a detective story? the nosy old woman". As she is introduced in The Murder at the Vicarage: "Miss Marple is a white-haired old lady with a gentle, appealing manner — Miss Weatherby is a mixture of vinegar and gush. Of the two Miss Marple is much more dangerous." She is so likable and witty, you can't help but love her. My favourite portrayal of her is by Geraldine McEwan, she looks so gentle but has such a sharp gaze. I would spill all my secrets to her any day. I also am compelled to tell you that when I was a child we had a costume party at my school and I dressed up as Marple and learned some old lady things in English (it was before third grade so I didn't know much English back then) just for the occasion (such as "thank you, my dear", "what a lovely necklace you are wearing" or "there has been a murder"). Teacher might have thought me rather morbid but I remember that day being quite good.
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5. Aunt Lydia, The Handmaid's Tale
The Handmaid's Tale is such a great series and a book and Aunt Lydia is such a great character. The way she's capable of being absolutely cruel and vicious, but how she is also protective and caring in her own way. One of my favourite scenes in this series is when Serena Joy (my other favourite, can you tell) tells Lydia to "remove the damaged ones" from a line of handmaids and Lydia tries to argue with her. Sure, she is responsible for some of the punishments these women are now "damaged" by, but she truly believes those punishments were for a greater good and now the handmaids deserve their place with the others as much as anyone else. It is chilling and the character is such a dark shade of morally gray, but I can't get enough of it. The actress who plays her, Ann Dowd, has so interesting thoughts about her, like here. I just love this character so much I could scream.
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6. Bridget Jones, Bridget Jones books & movies
I'm mostly talking about the movies here because Renée Zellweger's performance is iconic. Plus the movies are what made me love this character first. But I'll give it to the books, they're one of the few books I've laughed out loud while reading. Anyway, how do you even begin explaining the love I have for Bridget Jones... I love how she is a character so many people can relate but who would be a comic relief side character in some other story. Yes, yes, it is really bad that she is constantly described as fat when she really is not, but when I was growing up she gave me hope that people who are viewed as fat and/or unattractive by other people can be admired and appreciated, and they don't have to be super talented at everything and highly intelligent and some kind of a super smooth social butterfly to "make up" for what they "lack". And also that they can have standards (i once dodged a bullet by rejecting someone by pretty much subconsciously quoting Bridget Jones so..). I also love how the comedic tone of everything does not dismiss Bridget's feelings. For example in some other movie we maybe would concentrate on how "stupid" Bridget was to trust that Daniel was in love with her, but in Bridget Jones we concentrate on how Bridget was hurt by Daniel cheating on her, how he is the one who did wrong. Idk I just love Bridget Jones so very much can you tell.
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7. Rock Lee, Naruto
Aka the boy who would have kicked Madara in the balls if Kishimoto had any sense of drama and good storytelling. I think I robbed Lee by not putting him on the fav male characters list. You know that post that goes like "gays be like 'these are my comfort characters', 1 literal ray of sunshine, 2 war criminal" etc? This child is the sunshine. I've been reading and watching Naruto again ( @hapanmaitogai is my sideblog for that nonsense) and I'm so ready to adopt Lee and/or Gai. Rock Lee is just such an earnest character, he has a goal he will give anything to achieve and he's the one true underdog in this manga. I love how he's so kind and polite (it's not so clear in English but in the Finnish translation he speaks as formally as he does in Japanese, he uses singular polite "you", calls Sakura "Sakura-neiti" = "Miss Sakura" etc... i love one polite boy). Also, he has the best fights in the series. Like Lee vs Gaara is a Classic, but we simply can't forget that time Lee absolutely crushed Sasuke in just a few minutes, or that time he politely asked Kimimaro not to kill him while he drinks his medicine. The best boy. I love that boy so much.
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8. Sarah O'Brien, Downton Abbey
Last time it was Thomas' turn, so now I must talk about the snakiest snake, the queen of weaponized handmaidenry, Miss O'Brien. She is such a great character especially in the first two seasons (I obviously love her on season three as well but Julian Fellowes really tried to make it hard by not explaining her actions at all, didn't he. Well, luckily I am ready to stuff the gaps with my headcanons). She has some of the best comebacks in the series and brings some needed realism in some conversations. I also love how she uses her position as a lady's maid for her advantage and how she is proud of her profession despite being highly aware of the power structures in the Abbey. And then there is the soap. That is such a good character moment, because for a character who always plans ahead, who is ruthless and cunning and intelligent... I don't think O'Brien thought about the soap thing at all before she left the room ("Sarah O'Brien, this is not who you are" hit me like a train). Just once she did something with nothing but anger motivating her and that became one of the defining moments of her character. And one of the defining things of the future relationship between her and Cora. That's why I find the Sarah/Cora ship so interesting, because there will always be the undercurrent of bitter regret. Also Sarah O'Brien and Thomas Barrow are the greatest brotp and Fellowes was a coward for driving the smoking scheming gay best friends apart, and
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9. Marilla Cuthbert, Anne of Green Gables / Anne with an E
I'm not saying L.M. Montgomery is entirely responsible for me having a fondness for strict, older women who first act unkind but have a heart of gold, but she most certainly did not help. Between characters like Marilla Cuthbert and Elizabeth Murray, how can you not fall in love with the type? It's been a while since I read the Anne series, but I really love how Marilla's character has been adapted into the Anne with an E tv series. Geraldine James looks like she was born to play her, she has me in tears so often. She has the ability to portray someone like Marilla, who is a very hard and stern person but feels deeply for her loved ones. I was watching the episode that dealt with Matthew's heart attack and Marilla berating her brother while hugging herself like she was trying so hard to hold herself together absolutely destroyed my heart.
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10. Sister Monica Joan, Call the Midwife
It was a tough choice between her and Sister Evangelina. I just love these nuns very much. Sister Monica Joan is such a lovable and wise character. She is so knowledgeable of many subjects, from the Bible to astrology, and I feel like her unspecified memory problems and confusion are handled very tastefully. I also love how she's such an important part of her community despite not working as a midwife anymore. She is such a kind woman and gets visibly upset when others are treated poorly. And how could I not mention her saying "I do not believe in weeds. A weed is simply a flower that someone decides is in the wrong place", like... I love her so so much.
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I won't tag anyone, but if you read this and you want to do this, consider yourself tagged and you're no allowed to mark me as the one who tagged you!
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Okay. It's like 4am and I need to share with you my AU over this fandom.
The post must be filled with misspelling or some sentence can make no sense buuuttt sorry I guess.
I'm not completely in the fandom but I freaking like the fancontent (I read a LOT of fancontent) sooo anyway. I saw this headcanon time to time so I put my idea in.
MIRACULOUS LADYBUG (honestly right now I have a fever for Ml fancon and fic sooo probably my next post will be ML content )
Honestly the headcanon risk to be kinda messed up and just a big less to read.
Anyway.
Rock/metal! Marinette (with a lil' bit of nerd!Adrien) AU
Sooo (I'm going with point and plus I just translate what I've written
• listening Jagged Stone (and she is a big fan)
• listen a lot a rock band, punk and metal band too.
• Like the old rock French band (like telephone - Which is a real French band if you want listen -)
• Under cut, that's she cut herself. Because she not going to paid 30€ for that and because she did that behind her parents back. She used to cut her mother and father hair (she like doing her family's hair -don't know it's the sentence lean something-)
• she have short hair cut (like at the base of the neck)
• Have few piercing (ear and some on her face (one rand of helix on her left ear, two conch and a industrial on her right ear, tragus on her right ear, stretch on each ear and 2nd earring on each ear. Septum and smiley, tongue and transversal labret.
• she's done almost all a piercing during her rebellious phase (in middle of her middle school) because dang she not going to paid 75€ for a hole on her ear (disclaimer : do not pierced yourself it's dangerous and must be do by a professional, I know that because I have personally some piercing and it's better to do it in a shop with someone you can trust)
•Nor is she oblivious about her piercing. She saw a LOT of video about piercing. She clean the space that's she wan going to pierced like a pro, an she use medical needless (that she buy in pharmacy - you can buy catheter on pharmacy-) She only go on shot for four of her piercing (her tongue, her lip, nose and mouth piercing)
• For a long time, her classmates thought that she pierced in a shop.
• They know the truth during a party at Juleka's place. They're was playing truth OU dare and Alya (who dream to get a piercing) Say that she would love to have a piercing (her parents said that will never happen under theire roof) Marinette tell her that she can pierced her because she have already pierced herself (begging in 6eme -I think it's the equivalent of the 6th grade-) Her first piercing was the helix's (all her classmates are kinda shook )
• oddly a week after the party, when Alya Returned from Marinette home she got home with two new helix on her right ear.
• la class décide de faire une soirée et Marinette percé tout le monde au moins un truc sur leur corps (elle part dans plusieurs pharmacie acheter des aiguilles et acheté sur un site qu'elle connais des prothèses de piercings et des truc pour clipé l'endroit a percé)
• she plays drums
• she like to brings her battery bench at school and she do some impro during break.
• She still love the color pink. One of her motto it's " Punk and rock need more pink" because dang because she love punk and rock doesn't mean she can't love pink.
• Her bedroom it's a weird but pleasant mixed of skull, pink skull, and random things associated with rock/punk style with pink
• like in her bedroom, you can see some studded and chains object and just Beside and little stuff pink kitten teddy and sit beside the kitten she have A goat with static crosses teddy (also pink )
• She have some satanic cercle and gems in her room (she kinda interested with Wicca stuff even she's not doing it everyday)
• she like cute and pink stuff
• her terrace/balcony have a mini-garden with roses, dahlia and a lot of succulents.
• Slay cat eye-liner and eyeshadow pencil.
• She ended by dye her hair, first she got a lock of hair pink and she just got a split hair black and pink (she's dyeing her hakr by herself, when she met Luka, Luka help her)
-To be honest now, it's like 5am and I never thought that translate some shitty idea take so long xD need to take a break. Now it's midday Soo let's go continued-
• When her class know she can do hair, she became theire unofficial hairdresser ( everyone paid her event if in the beginning she refused to be paid. Everyone try to snuk in their money in her stuff in the weirdest way possible) and when she opened deisgn commission she do some on their clothes.
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- Alix what are doing IN my locker ?"
- I want to see the inside. Lovely locker, where I haven't been absolutely stuck for 30 mi.
- Just get out and get your butt out of my backpack.
• Her parents a 100% supportive over her chose. But sometimes they said no for some of stuff she want to do.
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-No Marinette , believe me that's you're going to regret to do a hawk.
- Come one mom !
- * sigh* Imma going to hide your father's hair clippers and scissors. Believe me it's for your own good.
- No Marinette you are not going to shave your eyebrows !
- But Mom !
- No "But Mom,"! I take away your scissors and shaver
- You will make yourself a split tongue when you no longer live under this roof. Out of the question that I see a tongue split in half under this roof !
- No Marinette you're not too "cool" and to "rock'n'roll" for not eating your carrots. Now get your butt here and finish your vegetables.
- *sad Minecraft villager sound *
• People think that Marinette is some cold deadpan mean bitch before Alya come in her class. Alya had always know people like that (who look cold but are more afraid and shy to talk to people and just look scary ) Alya is the first friend (really friend) of Marinette because she don't give a shit about her look. When the two begging to be friends, the class notice that Marinette it's not mean like that though she is. And the class begging to talk to Marinette and be friend with her.
• She become deputies of her class because she's done with Chloe's bullshit and everyone accepted rapidly to have her like class president. Everyone is kinda shook about organization et Benevolent's Marinette can be. After that everyone really like Marinette and she like the mom friends of everyone but everyone know that she can always be scary especially if she angry and someone pissed her off more.
• Her class know about her deisgn hobit and dream during de hats conteste and that's she made almost all her clothes.
• When she hang out with friends concerts (people she met at some rock concert ) they decided to have a tattoo. Marinette have a Ladybug under her right foot. Alya is the first to know because during a sleepover, Marinette forget to hide it. Her parents are the seconds to know (same mistake she forgets to hide it with socks). Adrien know while being Chat Noir (he was hang out at her balcony and she was laying on the floor and he see it )
• inverse Crush au. Adrien fell in love to Marinette because she's the first to see who he is and don't try to put him on a pedestal and Adrien can see that's she is very different that her look can send like personality. Marinette love Chat Noir because he is her very first friend that she thrust completely regardless of her look. (Because even in the beginning she still suspicious about Alya)
• When she is Ladybug almost all of her peircings disappeared (her nose ring, stretch, helix's and her miraculous stay)
• she were her miraculous on her second ear lobe holes
• Tikki listening rock and punk music (honestly I want to see Tikki dancing with eavy hard metal in the room)
•Even she know she can't do that. she brings abandoned animals at home. She clean them and feed them in her rope before take them to a refugee or a veterinary. She let for the first time Jagged Stone because she found Fang hidden in a alley. She noticed that he have a collar so she bring him up to a veterinary where she have the habit to go. The collard have the information for contacted Jagged. Fang letting Marinette take him because she have the same smell that Jagged, some metal and vegetal leather.
• Marinette help Adrien to scare his fan. All of them just run away from Marinette. She become unofficially his bodyguard in school.
•She know how to defend herself and scare people because she go to a lot of underground concert and it's not always nice.
• She swear like a sailor. Not in front of her parents. She swear a lot when she frustrated or angry. And know Hawkmoth know that he is forbidden to send a Akuma past 2.30am, because the last Akuma have to deal with a really really angry ladybug (that was the first night since a very long week of sleep deprived and anxiety and a lot of work plus she was on her period which hurt like hell so she was pissed) No one speak about this day. Because the Akuma was running away from her
• Marinette smoke a little bit (most of the time during concerts when she hang out with older people and in rare occasion when she really really freaking out and her anxiety is very high)
• Woke up with eavy metal and hard rock. Tikki just well, have to take the habit
• Adrien is a big dork and nerd. Wear glasses and more "nerd" clothes during school, He is just a big weeb, and do 24h/7d anime and manga ref, Marinette laugh a lot about it +except pun she don't like them)
• Marinette save his phone number with nickname " cutie weebo"
• Adrien save her phone number with nickname "Iron princess"
• Discord group t'chat with Nino, Alya, Mari and Adrien. Name of the group : Rejects of the society Aka. DjDiscount (Nino), Almost-A-Reporter (Alya), Pinkipie-turn-to-emo (Marinette), KingOfTheWeebWorld (Adrien )
• Discord group t'chat for the class (because during my idea have this fever about texting fanfiction so why not, I always read texting fanfiction btw)
Marinette : Prez'AndPunk.
(given by Adrien)
Adrien : Usui Takumi (Weeb).
(Give by himself, everyone know the ref at Kaichouwa maid-sama, excepted Marinette who don't watch anime le read manga. and nobody explain to Marinette the link between their usernames)
Alya : Laydbloger
(By herself )
Nino : SmookWeedNotEveryday
(Giving by Marinette, who saw him hang out with smoker pal and she saw him smoke one, she know the people with who he was.)
Mylène : ImNotAMonster
(Giving by herself)
Ivan : TeddyBear
(By Mylène )
Alix : AlixDontPlayDespacito
(By herself, because Kim just do a full straight week with the same lame joke with Alexa play despacito but put Alix, at the first Alix going for AlixDontPlayDespacitoYou'reShithead but she changed it )
Kim : ICanDoAllBet
(by himself)
Max : Smartass
(By himself, kinda help by Kim, Alix and Marinette, during a all night up when Max and Marinette help Kim and Alix for school homework)
Nathanaël : TryToFoundSomeStreetCreedArtist
( inside joke between Marinette, Alix, Nathanaël and Marc)
Chloé : MyFatherWillKnowAboutThat
(Given by Adrien, Alya, Nino and Marinette after they have do a Harry Potter marathon. Because of the Look like between Chloe and Draco. It's Adrien, who change her username)
Sabrina : NotAWitchYet
(Inside joke between Chloe and her. Given by herself)
Rose : ILiveForMyOTP
(Given by herself, after a discussion between Juleka, Luka and her when she hang out at Juleka's home )
Juleka : IDrinkDarkCoffeeLikeMySoul
(Given by Luka, who stole her phone, inside joke between the two and for some revenge)
• Marinette hide her shyness with her "cold" style. But when she became friend with her classmates she more confortable and became very protective around them, a dont' hesitates to become physically violent. (Happen most of the time with, Alix (because she don't know when to stop before begging a fight) Rose Juleka and Nathanael (who are most of the time bully) and Adrien (she save him from his fan and stupid fuck boy ))
• After she became president of her class. The other class rep and professor don't like her (because of her look) and Marinette disregard all of them because on had they handle Chloe's bullshit. When class rep's and professor see that she competent and do a great shot they tolerate her and begging to appreciate her.
• She hang out with bullied people, she protected them (scaring their bully)
• she still a cinnamon rolls, especially with Tikki, Tikki is also the first to know that Marinette have anxiety. honestly she just a cinnamon rolls with her closest friends and family.
• Sty all night speaking with Tikki about ancient holder while they listen music.
• Sassy, like so much sass from her that it should illegal, when she's Ladybug she gives security and leadership vibe, people juste like her. And no one is afraid of her (Conversely when she is "Marinette")
•Sass a lit Hawkmoth about he fashion style about his Akuma. And during latest Akuma she just swear a lot again him. Because Hawkmotherfucker I need to sleep. And my coffee privileged just go revoked.
• She love hang out with Chat Noir. She try to flirt with him (when she's Ladybug) but he is so oblivious that he never understand and just friendzoned her very hard. (And because I'm a sucker for oblivious Adrien and Marinette)
• She fight some bullies (because fuck it I went a scene after she fight for Adrien and he heal her)
•Also kinda buff! Marinette ?
• She have anxiety and can have Anxiety attack (she can control them sometime ) She hide her anxiety very young. Because little she was shy and have anxiety and wearing and listen rock and punk music help her for be more protected like a shield against everything around her.
• Marinette is vegetarian (because why not) since primary school. And most of a leather clothes she make are vegetal leather or false leather.
•And she love wearing leather, like combat boots, jacket and pants.
Sooo it's took a day to finish to translate everything but Voilà. If you want pick some of the idea feel free to do it just tag me please. You also can reblog and feel free so add more.
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Hey, you’re entitled to do whatever you’d like with your fic, but I would like to say that a rude comment shouldn’t take away from the work you put into writing something. I would also like to remind you that most people in the les mis fandom are accepting of all interpretations of character because everyone sees them in a unique way (I’m sorry you’ve come across someone who isn’t used to this). I wouldn’t want one person to ruin a rather kind fandom for you, but I understand what you’re saying.
Thank you so much! I really appreciate the support ♥ you’re very kind.
I’m going to answer this on read more because it’s a long story, my sad pathetic life in the les mis fandom, I was weary of sharing it but, at this point in my life, I think I’ve grown enough to handle it. So, I’ll give it a go. Of course, this is just my personal experience and doesn’t mean everyone agrees, I’m sure most people have a great fandom experience in it and I just didn’t handle anything well.
I’ve been in the fandom for a while, but I think I came into the online tumblr part of it in a rather complicated time, because my experience wasn’t all that good.
I didn’t have one singular awful experience but I never felt a part of the fandom because there were a lot of groups in which I didn’t quite fit in and never felt very welcomed in general.
When I started doing the summaries, I didn’t expect them to have positive feedback because of this, I never felt like I was enough for the fandom, if that makes sense. I thought that maybe, since time had passed, the lines were more blurred and the fandom was more chill and that’s why I was able to have such positive conversations with people without animosity.
To me, it was always a scary fandom to be around, there are a lot of amazing people in it, a lot of great people, a lot of super smart people, but there was also always a lot of...elitism? I don’t know if that’s the right word, but I felt like I was never enough to access the fandom. Like I was always doing something wrong, that I would never know enough and that no matter what I did I was going to be eventually called out for something I did wrong (there was an overlap of peak tumblr social justice movement and online call out culture and peak les mis fandom on tumblr post 2012 movie that made it all more intense).
I wrote a lot of Les Mis fic, most of which I’ve deleted because I didn’t like it, some of which is still the most personally important stuff I’ve written, regardless of how good or bad it is. There’s probably 2 fics I won’t delete ever, even if I end up disliking the writing, because of what they mean to me personally.
But the Les Mis fandom is the only one of all the fandoms I’ve written for that I always felt I wasn’t good enough to even try. I got to a point in which I felt very discouraged with this overall sense of never being enough in any part of fandom and pretty much gave up on writing for it altogether. It’s the only fandom I ever chose to stop writing for because I felt I couldn’t live up to the demands of the fandom and I was afraid of the consequences of messing up.
There are three big layers of issues for me in this, I’ll try to explain myself as best as I can.
First (and this is true for every fandom, but in this one I felt it the most strongly at the time I was active in it), there was the fact that there were groups of fandom famous people who had accessibility that was difficult to obtain. Recommendation blogs sharing your work, artists drawing for your fics, other fandom famous authors recommending your stuff, that kind of things make fics more visible. I’ve never been the kind of person to promote my stuff too much because I don’t have the confidence for it, but networking in fandom is a part of the job if you want your stuff to be seen, for some folk being in the midst of fame comes easily and others work for it, but the truth is that community helps you have more feedback.
I was never anywhere close to the fandom famous circles, my fics were recommended like maybe 3 times at best, and I am pretty much incompetent for social interactions, but I was also a bit scared of the whole group.
I remember at one time there was a teenager who was called out for tracing art and it became a witch hunt to the point that someone made a blog specifically to call this teenager out on tracing and the kid closed their blog after all the aggression (I understand tracing is a problem but this kid was super young and being bullied like that was scary). I remember blogs posting humiliating bingo cards of fic tropes for certain ships and calling out writers for using them. I saw people coming at a friend’s comment section for the smallest things about a certain character’s interpretation. These things made me weary and I felt like trying to access that part of the fandom wasn’t going to be good for my emotional and mental stability.
It wasn’t that fandom famous people were mean or cruel or unfair, not at all, there was a certain sense of...intensity in everything that happened. Some people found themselves in the circle and didn’t understand the power they had when they called out one person or recommended another. Fanon interpretations or ships became super accepted because some of these folks used them, to the point that your fic or art was invisible if you didn’t have that ship or interpretation in it, to the point that people started thinking some things were brick canon because of tropes born out of these folks. It wasn’t that they were intentionally moving that side of the fandom around but that things were so intense that fandom came and went in the direction these people did, even unintentionally.
(And I say “part of the fandom” because, at that time, I felt the fandom was fragmented in the historical brick side, the modern au tumblr side, the musical side, and those who were a blend.)
The next issue I had was with what I mentioned of the overlay of tumblr’s social justice peak and the Les Mis modern au fandom peak, which is in part coincidental and in part, I assume, something that comes with the Les Mis territory, with it being a socially and politically compromised piece of work.
People became incredibly aggressive towards how representation and diversity had to be handled on the Les Mis characterizations. I witnessed people calling others racist for the sole fact of writing Enjolras as a white person. There was a popular discourse about how those who didn’t identify in a certain way should be forbidden to write the characters in that way. There were people calling others toxic and abusive for shipping a certain ship and not another. It got really intense.
This was around 2013, maybe early 2014, to give you an idea. It made me super weary of fucking up. Every time I added something that I felt could be seen under the social justice microscope, I apologized profusely before and after and begged people to call me out if something was wrong. I never felt, in any other fandom, that I was actually being a horrible person just for potentially making a mistake in characterization. I realized later that this was a very bad thing for my OCD and my obsessive episodes, which had become too strong in 2014, and it prompted a lot of ramifications I won’t talk about but yes, the mixture of Les Mis fandom and tumblr aggression was not good.
The third and final thing that held me back, which holds me back for all my fics, is language. I’m not an English speaker. I don’t live nor have I ever traveled anywhere where English is spoken regularly. I write in Spanish. However, all my fics are in English because it’s the bridge language for fandom. That’s the language that has the most hosting platforms, the most fandom interaction, the most feedback, where all the online fandom movement is held. It’s my choice to use English for my fic, and it’s my responsibility if I fuck up, but I feel like from the get go I’m at a disadvantage when I feel I can’t quite give the same meaning to words as I would in my language. I always feel that my English writing is sub par in comparison to my native language. But I choose to sacrifice that in order to have more fandom interaction and meet more people.
All in all, I think this comment hit me hard because with these summaries I felt I was finally having a good relationship with the fandom. That what I said was finally valid, whether right or wrong. That maybe the problems I had were caused by my inability to handle things at the time and by how intense tumblr in general was then and that things now could be different. And in the midst of that, I get this comment and all of this came rushing back to me. This feeling of not being good enough this fandom has always given me.
That fic in particular is a super short very irrelevant ficlet I wrote for one Halloween almost 4 years ago I think now, a vampire and werewolf au. It isn’t meaningful or important, but I had a universe in my mind I wanted to somewhat explore. I don’t mind deleting it and keeping it as a personal copy just for me, it’s not one of my best works nor is it relevant to the fandom. But the aggression of the comment brought back this whole experience and reminded me why I had stepped out in the first place.
Anyway, thanks so much for your nice message and your encouragement, it’s nice to see there are good people, accepting people around ♥ sorry for this long answer, but maybe it gives more context for my reaction that may seem very extreme without it.
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Been having those New Year’s Feelings so here’s one of those New Year’s posts.
Things About 2018
Shows seen: I got to see Les Mis with my DC Les Mis friends! I put the outing together and was proud it worked, and that night meant a lot. I also saw In the Heights and Lin-Manuel Miranda was there! I also got see Moulin Rouge in Boston, and Phantom and Travesties (with Seth Numirch of Turn) in New York! All lovely.
Trips taken: I went to Denver to see @distractedkat, one of my favorite people in the universe. I went to Boston for the first time (which was so so fun), as well as to NYC twice (so many good painting viewings this year! Starry Night, the Delacroix exhibit), and to the ocean, all with my trusty travel buddy @librarianladyx. No Europe trip this year, but I did go in the two years previous, so maybe again soon!
Political stuff: I worked on two statehouse campaigns with Sister District, and one of our candidates won, and we also built up our chapter’s infrastructure REALLY well, and the national group got media exposure, which was amazing. It was great to be a part of the big Democratic wins in November. I also cemented several new personal friendships this year through this group, which is awesome.
Writing stuff: I learned a lot about the query/agent process this year, I went to my first writers’ conference, and though I’m still in the query trenches and may be for a while, I’ve worked hard, learned a lot, and I also think become a better writer for all of it, despite the frustrations and low points. If anything I’ve fallen more in love with the universe of the pirate books, so I’m going to make that a positive and push on forward I also wrote a few short fics this year that I’m proud of!
Things I want to work on for 2019: I’ve had troubles with my anxiety toward the end of 2018, and even before that I was definitely letting the general social media doom loop of the Trump era get under my skin more than I really realized until it was already a problem, so as I start this new year I want to try and get back to myself and not feel obligated to feel doom-y because people on Twitter keep insisting I should. I’d rather focus on doing what I can to help and creating things that bring joy to people. I’ve always been the Let’s Look for the Little Sliver of Light Even If Someone Shuts You in a Dark Room sort of person, and I wanna get back to that. Right now, that might involve a lot of listening to the Mary Poppins soundtrack and reading Les Mis passages, but I think that’s a good strategy.
I’m also hoping to get some more fic written this year while I edit and query the pirate books. And I’m looking forward to some more fun trips! AND the fencing lessons that start next week!
Even though I struggled as the old year ended and the new one began and it may take a while to build back from that, I think 2018 was a good year of growth for me in a lot of ways, even if my brain doesn’t quite want to let me see that right now. I spent a lot of time this year defining myself by what I accomplished every day: at work, writing wise, activism wise, even down to which friends I made time to catch up with that week. This year, I want to get back to valuing myself for myself, and not just for what I manage to check off on a tick sheet every week. So here’s to a great 2019, friends! Glad this blue site is still around so I can talk to all of you. :D
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Thank you @misskittyspuffy for the tag! :P
Rules: Answer 30 questions. Tag 10 blogs you want to get to know better whoever you want, if you want
Nickname(s): Nicholas Sparks, Nicholas Cage, Saint Nicholas (my personal favourite) (especially the Coca Cola version) (holidays are coming)
Gender: Meow
Sign: Hmh. Tricky. I think a U-turn. They seem helpful. You know? Oh, realised you were going the wrong way, did you? Well, here I am to tell you it’s okay to go back and start over. Always room for second chances!
Height: Chrysler Building has such a nice ring to it.
Time: Lord
Fave band(s): I’m partial to the Bandwidth. I feel it’s done a lot of good for humankind.
Fave solo artist(s): Did Michelangelo work solo? I mean, strictly speaking. He did have those disciples, right? Or was that Jesus? Or both? Hmh. Is any artist actually ever solo? Like don’t they have people doing stuff and writing stuff? Maybe Harry Styles? I don’t know his work by heart, but somehow he almost combines Michelangelo and Jesus? Doesn’t he sometimes feel like a visionary come to save us all from ourselves? No? (yeah I think so)
Song stuck in my head: Do You Hear the People Sing from Les Mis
Last movie I saw: Milk.
Last show I watched: The Let Down, which is a Netflix original exploring the pitfalls and realities of motherhood. Very funny. Very white. (then I started rewatching Schitt’s Creek for the fourth time…)
When did I create my blog: About a year and a half ago. (…or did I) (no I did)
What do I post: Letters. Well, packages and parcels, too, I suppose, though very rarely for me personally.
Last thing I googled: https://www.stchris.org.uk
Do I have any other blogs: Currently under construction.
Do I get asks: Yes.
Why did I choose my url: I like being on the absolute nose (obvs) but my initials are actually AMW, so my url starts with my initials and then also pretty much states the main reason I started the blog. So there’d be no confusion. You know?
Following: Reluctantly, but when inspired, yes, happily.
Followed by: …My shadow? Well, depending on the sun because sometimes your shadow is in front of you. Maybe I should put that on “following” as well… Hmh.
Average hours of sleep: 7-8
Lucky number: Slevin
Instruments: I sadly own no instruments. Not even a harmonica.
What I am wearing: Clothes. I wish I could wear leaves or reused materials only or weave garments out of hair sometimes (because I shed) but sorry, environment - a skill I’ve yet to acquire.
Dream job: Unicorn breeder. Of course.
Dream trip: Acid. Always acid.
Fave food: I don’t discriminate.
Nationality: Swede. (not the vegetable)
Fave song: I don’t discriminate.
Last book I read: (still reading) The End of Power by Moisés Naím
Top 3 fictional universes I wanna join: Supernatural. But only if I could be a hunter of the Mary BAMF variety and sit the brothers down and tell them that maybe it’s time to work proactively… Schitt’s Creek. Okay, this isn’t really a universe, it’s more of a “world”, I guess, but I wanna live in that little town so bad. I wanna shop soap at Rose Apothecary and read exactly what’s listed on those humongous menus at Café Tropical! It’d be like a holiday. Disney. I mean, consider that being part of the Disney universe means access to all the classic Disney fairytales, Pixar, Star Wars, Pirates of the Caribbean and the entire Marvel universe… Damn. That is actually quite insane when it comes to pop cultural influence. (can they please keep up with the times and give us more representation from all walks of life?) (okay I made it parenthesis political) (because had to!)
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Semi-Useful Notes for Writing for THE ROYAL TUTOR
(Author’s Note: This includes all twelve episodes of the anime (plus the movie), as well as up through Chapter 84 of the manga (18 Oct 2019) and what info I can glean from the Character Book (unfortunately it’s all in Japanese). I will continually update this post as the series progresses and new spiffy stuff shows up, so visit my Master List of my ROYAL TUTOR Stuff to see the latest version.)
While writing A Noble Soul (which is done, by the way!), I had the idea that I personally love the little touches of authenticity that make a story more 'real,' and hey, if nothing else, I learn a few things along the way. (I *am* a researcher, after all!) So I did a lot of searching to find the real-world analogues of the buildings, references, history, and so forth from the series. As you’ll see in the descriptions, I explain how I determined which ones were which.
You’re welcome to post questions, comments, share this, etc. Hope it helps anyone else who wants to write for the ROYAL TUTOR fandom! (Quick question - would everyone prefer me to include chapter references for stuff? It’d make this post much longer, but if the fandom thinks it’d be useful, I can give it a shot.)
So, here we go!
GRANZREICH FAMILY INFO
Viktor von Granzreich, current ruler of the kingdom of Granzreich, assumed the throne at 18 (considering his father’s much later death, this may have been for reasons of health on his father’s part, possible abdication on his father’s part, or other political reasons)
Maria von Granzreich, Viktor’s mother, still living
NOTE: Her sibling (name and gender as yet unmentioned) is the Queen’s parent
Father’s name as yet unmentioned, died of natural causes at ‘a ripe old age’
NOTE: The princes mention in earlier chapters that they do remember their grandfather from when they were small, so his death is relatively recent)
Viktor’s wife (appears only once in flashback, name as yet unmentioned)
NOTE: One of her siblings (not sure if brother or sister) is the parent of Beatrix von Lothringen
(Beatrix also has three younger brothers and one younger sister)
Viktor’s children:
Eins von Granzreich, Viktor’s eldest child and firstborn son
Kai von Granzreich, Viktor’s second son
Currently engaged to Beatrix von Lothringen, first cousin to the princes
Bruno von Granzreich, Viktor’s third son
Leonhard von Granzreich, Viktor’s fourth son
Licht von Granzreich, Viktor’s fifth son
Adele von Granzreich, Viktor’s sixth child and only daughter
LOCATIONS:
GRANZREICH (real world analogue: Austria)
Granzreich population: ~6 million
Side note: Both Viktor and Leonhard are shown riding white horses - these are the famed Lipizzaner stallions, from the Spanish Riding School of Vienna, Austria
Other side note: Viktor’s typical outfit is clearly inspired by the military field uniform of Franz Josef I, Emperor of Austria (the white variant that the princes wear on some of the covers/inside art is the gala/formal version); the three medals shown on Viktor’s uniform are the Order of the Golden Fleece around his neck, what appears to be a simplified version of the Long Service Cross over his heart, and what appears to be a simplified version of a Knight Grand Cross of the Order of Maria Theresa just below that (a round circle with a cross).
90% of Granzreich’s population is Gherman (see below)
3% of Granzreich’s population is Kvel (see below)
Wienner (capital) (real world analogue: Vienna, Austria)
Wienner's population: ~1.3 million
Weissburg/Weisburg Palace (both spellings are used) (real world analogue: Hofburg Palace, Vienna, Austria) - specifically, the part often shown as denoting the palace is the Neue Berg wing
Karl Theater (real world analogue: Carltheater) - operettas
Remnant Theater (possible real world analogue: Raimund Theatre) - operettas
National Opera House (real world analogue: Staatsoper (originally Vienna Court Opera)) - opera house
National Art Museum (real world analogue: Kunsthistorisches Museum - directly opposite the palace, it is the largest art museum in the country; the image of the museum behind Heine when he announces the prize matches the façade of the building)
Granzreich University (real world analogue: there is no University of Austria, per se, but there is the University of Graz (the second largest city in Austria), which is the second largest and second oldest university in Austria)
Wienner University (real world analogue: University of Vienna, the building shown in both the anime and the manga is the main building - this is where Doctor Dmitri (and later Bruno) comes to lecture – it is also recognized as a leading institution for studies in Humanities – Bruno would do well here studying Philosophy!)
Prunksaal (real world analogue: Prunksaal) – the national library (also housed within the palace in another building)
Within the Prunksaal is the Royal Archive, where historical documents, judicial records, going back hundreds of years, and other documents the royal family keeps from one generation to another are preserved; only royals and a fraction of statesmen are permitted to use it (this is the place referenced in the anime that Prince Licht says even princes can’t visit without the king’s express permission)
The plaza/fountain where the KaseKrainer stand is (real world analogue: Donnerbrunnen Fountain in the center of the Neuer Markt)
Granzreich Military Academy (real world analogue: Theresian Military Academy (one of the oldest in the world) - yearly had 100 nobles and 100 commoners enrolled)
Princes are enrolled at the age of 15 (in-series)
Schwarz Palace (real world analogue: Schloss Neuwaldegg, aka Villa Schwarzenberg - at first I thought this was the Palais Schwarzenberg, but double-checking the architecture confirms it's the Schloss) - in-series, given to a general who played a major role in the war 150 years ago by the reigning king, Friedrich IV, and currently Prince Eins’ residence
Kohl Street, the site of Café Mitter Meyer's second location (real world analogue: Kohlmarkt, which is indeed right next to the palace, and leads past the Catholic Church of St. Peter)
The train station (mentioned in-series when Viktor gives directions, as well as the departure point for various trips) (real world analogue: Wien Südbahnhof, Vienna’s main train station)
Wienner Grand Hotel (mentioned in-series as Herman Koenig’s previous place of employ) (real world analogue: Grand Hotel Wien, Vienna’s first Grand Hotel, opened in 1870, and *the* last word in elegance - Herman would have worked in the Kavalierbar, the hotel’s bar/lounge)
Augustinian Church (Augustinerkirche) (not mentioned in series, just a useful note) - the parish church of the royal court (located next to the Hofburg)
Salzichl (the royal villa and hot springs) (real world analogue: the Kaiser Therme at Bad Ischl, aka the ‘Emperor’s Spa, favoured holiday resort of Emperor Franz Joseph I - and yes, the architecture as shown in the manga is exactly what the villa looks like... Leonhard would his own reasons to love it there, as it also has a renowned pastry shop)
OTHER NATIONS:
Fonsein/Fonseine (both spellings are used, though Fonseine is used more often) (real world analogue: France)
Capital - Fleur (real world analogue: Versailles - while the capital of France is actually Paris, Versailles was the primary residence of French royalty until the revolution, and the art in the manga depicts the Palace of Versailles and its famed gardens (which, as Bruno ruefully notes, are in fact larger than the gardens of Weissburg Palace, aka the Hofburg). Rather than differentiate between Versailles and Paris (approximately 15 miles away), the manga conflates the two of them together, as the map that Claude shows the princes depicts Paris’s center. Also, the manga accurately states it’s a half-day from Wienner to Fleur by train - at a guess, the train station that the princes arrive at is Gare de l’Est.) Some of the famous sights in Fleur include:
The Etoile Arc (real world analogue: the Arc de Triomphe, and as Claude points out, is a monument to France’s endurance through war and hardship, and is carved with bas-reliefs indicating peace and friendship)
The Opera House (real world analogue: the famed Paris Opera House (immortalized in literature by Gaston Leroux in his novel The Phantom of the Opera), stated to have been completed “five years ago” (as the Paris Opera House was completed in 1875, this puts the current date at 1880-ish)
The Art Museum (real world analogue: the museum depicted here is the Louvre, and Claude is not kidding when he says you could spend a week and STILL not see all the art museums in Paris)
The Cathedral (real world analogue: Notre-Dame de Paris - immortalized in literature by Victor Hugo is his novel The Hunchback of Notre Dame, although Leonhard possibly mis-translates Claude’s description as to when it was built - Notre-Dame de Paris was completed FIVE hundred and fifty years earlier, not FOUR hundred and fifty)
The Department Store (real world analogue: because the interior art is so limited, this is likely one of three places - Le Bon Marché, the Bazar de l’Hôtel de Ville (BHV), or Printemps Haussman)
Current queen: Queen Isabelle (distant blood relatives of the same family as the von Granzreichs) (real world analogue: debatable, as post-1870, France was ruled by republican government, rather than a monarchy - also as of Chapter 69, Claude confirms that his mother and father are both abroad (so yes, Isabelle is currently married).
Her son, Claude, first prince of Fonseine, the only child (and a child not much older than Adele, and THIS is Adele's intended fiance!) (I was under the impression she was affianced to someone else already!)
Granzreich and Fonseine have been in friendly relations for the past 200 years through royal intermarriage
AND EINS IS TO BE ENGAGED TO SOMEONE IN FONSEINE (correction - Eins is later revealed to be engaged to the Princess of Belgian (see below); however given the close intermarriages between their real world analogues of France, Austria, Spain, Germany, and Belgium, this may have been a negotiation point between Fonseine and Granzreich for upcoming treaties or other political purposes)
Beyer (real world analogue: Bavaria (southern state in Germany))
Belgian (real world analogue: Belgium)
Current queen: Queen Charlotte (real world analogue: Charlotte, Princess of Wales, wife to Leopold I of Belgium)
Princess Paola, second princess of Belgian (later referred to in Chap 77 as Charlotte) (real world analogue: Charlotte, later Empress of Mexico - possible reason for the name change is to avoid confusion - her brothers are also mentioned in the chapter... real life analogues for them would be Leopold II and Phillippe (their third brother died in infancy)
Viktor confirms in Chap 77 that the two nations are still on good terms
Ghermany (real world analogue: Germany)
Iel (real world analogue: Palestine/Israel)
Kingdom fell 1800 years ago. Kvel is used more as an indication of the Jewish populace rather than a specific nation, both in terms of bloodline and social/religious heritage
Madri (real world analogue: Spain)
Nederland/Neterlanden (both spellings are used) (real world analogue: the Netherlands)
Orosz (manga)/Erosz (anime) (real world analogue: Russia)
Capital - Pietarigrad (real world analogue: St. Petersburg - while the capital of Russia is Moscow, St. Petersburg (at one point named Petrograd) is Russia's second largest city, is Russia's cultural capital, and is the port city referenced here) (and it's 1800 km from Wienner to Pietarigrad, and the railroad route they show IS accurate to travel from Vienna to St. Petersburg!)
Grand Hotel Orosz (real world analogue: Grand Hotel Europe (confirmed via pictures of the architecture compared to the manga; opened in 1875, and one of the three most luxurious hotels in St Petersburg)
Orosz University (real world analogue: Saint Petersburg State University, the oldest university in Russia)
Doctor Dmitri references an art museum while discussing Pietarigrad (real world analogue: the Russian Museum)
Grand Theater (real world analogue: Mariinsky Theatre, the preeminent music theatre of late 19th century Russia, and the site of the premieres of most of Russia's most famous ballets, operas, and other music)
Romano (real world analogue: Russia or POSSIBLY Poland, more on that in a second)
King: Alexander Alexandrovitch Romano (real world analogue: Czar Alexander II)
Crown Prince Ivan Alexandrovitch Romano
Prince Eugene Alexandrovitch Romano
Russian uses patronymic names, so your middle name is a derivative of your parent)
ALTERNATE real world analogue: Poland - since Austria and Russia do not share a border (and mention is made of inspecting mines on the border between their nations), it’s possible that instead Romano (while borrowing heavily from Russian inspiration for names) is actually Poland. (Rationale: what is modern-day Czechia was originally part of the Austro-Hungarian empire, which DOES share a border with Poland.) While Polish is traditionally written in Latin script, it *can* be written in Cyrllic.
I’m still nailing down whether the Romano flag is based on an actual nation flag.
Venezia/Veneto (both are used) (real world analogue: Venice)
Laguna Empire (real world analogue: TBD)
Kingdom of Kataro (possible real world analogue: Qatar)
Yapan (real world analogue: Japan)
Eastern Continent (real world analogue: Asia)
Western Continent (real world analogue: Europe)
GRANZREICH’S ECONOMY:
1 florin = 100 kreutzer (real world analogue: the florin and the kreutzer, ratio the same following Austria-Hungary's decimalization of the currency system in 1857)
A doll costs 55 kreutzer
The Royal Guard makes 30k kreutzer/year (300 florins/year, as per the anime and the manga)
The ransom for Maximilian and Heine was to be 1500 florins, or 150,000 kreutzer… meaning the ransom for Kai at 1 million florins was 100 million kreutzer -- Heine wasn't kidding when he says it's the annual budget for a small country in the 1880s, (In the manga, the ransom is set at 300,000 florins for the prince, and 1500 florins for Heine and Maximilian)
Licht, on the other hand, earns 120 florins working at the cafe... which strikes me as odd because he only works one shift a week (even if a shift is potentially 12 hours). Now, this might actually be him figuring he works full-time, which would make more sense. But this has to be a YEARLY income, there’s no way he makes this much in a month if a member of the Royal Guard makes 300 florins a year.
Rosenberg quotes a rent of 150 florins for a 2br flat... again, this has to be for a year, there’s no way this is monthly.
Economic crisis 30 years ago (real world analogue: the European financial crisis beginning in the 1850s)
Granzreich's main industries: porcelain and wine
Also agriculture, according to the author's notes at the end of Vol 2
1880s TECHNOLOGY:
COMMUNICATION: Cables/telegrams are now fast enough for a 24-48hr message even all the way across Europe -- and crossing the English channel by ferry takes 1.5-2hrs
LOCAL TRAVEL: Primarily carriages, horseback, and walking -- trains are for longer-distance travel
INTERNATIONAL TRAVEL: You can get from London to Perm, Russia within SEVEN DAYS
TRAINS: The Orient Express (1883) went from Paris to Vienna in 15 hours overnight (not much different from now, actually!)
TELEPHONES: The telephone exchange does exist but the infrastructure is still VERY new and not heavily in use yet
POWER: Electricity is rapidly gaining ground for newer construction, but older buildings are still using gas, lamps, candles, etc.
1880′s EUROPEAN CULTURE:
Ballet, opera, operettas, plays, music
Social halls are still separated by 'class' (nobility vs commoner)
Popular dances in Europe at this point include the waltz (DUH, this is Vienna), the redowa, the mazurka, the polka (big shock with Germany next door), the cotillion, and the varsouvienne (another Polish dance)
Social etiquette at an event included the use of 'dance cards' (or fans!) - these were presented with a list of the songs/dances to be held over the course of the event, and if a gentleman wished to engage a lady for one, he wrote down his name (like making a reservation)
There is a TON of information out there about how one does (and does not) behave at a social event during that day and age, and safe bet that our dear princes have had it drilled into them from the time they were small. Some fun ones include:
WHY one wears gloves (because bare hands indicates holding hands, which is SHOCKINGLY intimate)
Not dancing with the same partner more than once (unless you're either engaged or about to be, because it puts you on intimate terms with your partner)
What is socially acceptable to eat at a party (the reason trifles and 'snacks' are served is so no one can embarrass themselves at table)
Games are occasionally combined with dancing (if you've seen AMADEUS, where during the masquerade they're playing Musical Chairs as they dance, and the loser has to pay a forfeit, you get the idea)
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Eleven Things!
RULES
Always post the rules
Answer the questions given by the person who tagged you
Write 11 questions of your own
Tag 11 people (or however many you want)
Tagged by: @justsomespacedust
Tagging: @justsomespacedust (you tagged me but it was like 6 months ago or something and I found it in my drafts so I’m tagging you BACK), @superhiki @theraphaellus @lestvt @scriptedwithprecision @misfitapplication @tartara-to-eto @theballadofmrslovett @i-want-my-iwtv @sheepskeleton @yureiyume @hedonisttrash @punkrockaryastark @auburnandamberangel @morganeskylar @houseofromanus @redversaillesrose @mntyaggrssn @wicked-felina @ineffablelexicon @secret-les-mis-blog-ooo @dianysus @fairytalesgoneawry @nightfreaks @vampiricmusicaltheatre @xlilvamp @amadeo-child-of-the-renaissance @pandoras-crocs THIS WAS MORE THAN 11 IDK I wanna tag everyone but I have to do adult things now, I’m genuinely curious for you to answer my questions so plz feel free LOL
Questions I’m answering:
1. What is one show or movie that you will watch over and over and never get tired of?
I have like an obsessive/addictive personality so when I like stuff I have no problem watching them over and over and over and over. Off my head, a few movies that I can and will watch twice a fucking day for a week when I have the chance: The Departed, Interview with the Vampire (lol), Shutter Island, the miniseries of The Shining, An American Werewolf in London!!!!!!!!!!!!!, Forgetting Sarah Marshall. For shows shdjgkal I’ve watched Six Feet Under all the way through so many times I know a lot of the words and can tell you episode titles and quote it back to you. I’ve watched the first half of Dexter so many times it’s also shameful. AND I MEAN BANSHEE, like the first time I binge watched Banshee I finished it and marinated for a day and then started it over. I’ve never done that before. Binged a show twice a row. Goddamn.
2. If you didn’t have to sleep, what would you do with the extra time?
LIKE I’D TRY TO KNOCK OUT ALL THE CREATIVE ENDEAVORS I DAYDREAM ABOUT? Being creatively productive is big on my life goals but I still only scratch the surface of the ideas I have.
3. Do you have any uncommon vices or habits?
Everything that comes to mind doesn’t seem all that uncommon in Tumblr land, where everyone is excessively candid about their weird bullshit and poor mental health. =P I mean I would say probably that I read so much fanfiction but I’ve surrounded myself with like minded people so in this space it doesn’t feel all that uncommon. I also have a thing like every time I’m super fucking broke and have less than $30 to my name I’ll go buy myself a Starbucks drink cause I have this feeling like I MEAN WHAT DIFFERENCE DOES IT FUCKING MAKE AT THIS POINT LMAO and it feels good to have a sugary overpriced coffee as the world burns.
4. If you had to pick one food or type of food to eat for the rest of your life, what would it be?
Sobe Liz Blizz with probably like bánh mì sandwiches.
5. If you could pick a fictional universe to live in, which one would you pick and why?
I feel like all the fictional universes I like are sort of dystopian and wouldn’t be a good time LMAO. I love the Francesca Lia Block version of Los Angeles though, even though it’s like, the real world. I just always loved how she wrote about LA and now that I live here I find it really helps contrast when I get frustrated with it cause I can see what she means.
6. Which pokemon is your favorite?
I DON’T KNOW SHIT FROM FUCK ABOUT POKEMONS BUT I THINK EEVEE IS REALLY CUTE?
7. Who was your celebrity crush when you were a kid/teenager?
Scorpion from Mortal Kombat, does that count? Obsessed.
8. Do people assume you are older than, younger than, or close to your actual age?
I am consistently mistaken for being 19. Not 18, not 20. 19. Always 19. I had to get an epidural last month and as the nurse was putting my IV I had mentioned that I just turned 30 and she’s like “Oh my god I thought you were a teenager.” I get carded a lot lol.
9. Do you have any pets? Describe them.
NO I CAN’T HAVE ANY IN MY APARTMENT but one of my cats from high school is still alive. She lives with my parents. Her name is Pajamas and she’s very pretty!
10. If money wasn’t an issue, describe your ideal house. Would it be a mansion or a compact house? Ultramodern or antique? In a city or out in the country?
I would love to live in the mountains/woods but then I also always feel like if I’m out in the middle of nowhere I wouldn’t be able to go to metal shows enough, and tbh I love living walking distance from 711 so I do like being in denser areas, too. I always imagined just having enough space, maybe a two bedroom so that I could have a room as an office. I’m not interested in having a giant place. Brenda’s house on Six Feet Under would be perfect, or Carrie’s apartment in Homeland? Goals.
11. What sights/sounds/smells do you find relaxing?
SIGHTS: The North Shore of Long Island when you’re driving the back roads that curl along the coast with all the tiny little harbors and inlets and bays and it’s this amazing balance of feel like you’re in the woods but then opening out onto the beach but it’s like that rocky LI North Shore kinda beach with all the rocks and the water is so fucking still and barely moves and you can see all the marsh grass and all those roads are so windy so it’s like you’re just taking all these insane curves through the woods and then suddenly you’re at the waterfront and then suddenly you’re back in the woods again.
SOUNDS: I LOVE THE SOUND OF RAIN and I never hear it anymore cause I moved to LA, whoops, gotta listen to those ambient white noise YouTube tracks.
SMELLS: Sandalwood candles, unburnt boxes of incense, summer asphalt in the rain.
Questions for you to answer:
01. Put your favorite album on shuffle and tell me a memory that comes to you with the first song that comes on. (Obviously tell me what song it is lol)
02. What’s the first movie you ever saw in the theatre?
03. How old were you when you first read your favorite book? (OBVIOUSLY ALSO TELL ME WHAT BOOK!)
04. The worst job you’ve ever had!
05. Look up your fav movie on IMDB and list 3-5 of its keywords and we’re gonna try to guess what it is LOL.
06. Is there a meme that pops into your head at random that makes you laugh out loud, like even when you’re in public?
07. Describe your fashion sense.
08. Tell me about the most fun thing you did last month.
09. What’s your favorite chain restaurant and what do you like to order there?
10. What’s your favorite song to sing at the top of your lungs in the car/shower/empty house/whatever?
11. Tell me something you’re looking really forward to!!!!!
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Why I Hate Tim Burton’s Sweeney Todd
Hate is a strong word but, yes, I really don’t like the 2007 Sweeney Todd. I didn’t like it when it came out (and I was already a big Burton fan girl AND my family is made up of theater people. Don’t you dare try to Burton-splain or Theater-splain me). The musical fan in me dislikes it for overshadowing the story which I think is much better on stage, while the Burton fan in me hates it for being the “best thing Burton’s made since the 90s” according to some. More on that later.
Let me dissect the two things that irk me most about this adaptation:
1) Johnny Depp’s Sweeney Todd
Let’s get something straight about stage shows: every actor is gonna play a role a little differently. Every (good) actor brings a new dimension to a character or portrays them in a way that brings something new to the audience, be it people who’ve seen the show hundreds of times or those watching the musical for the first time. This is even more complicated when you have a movie adaptation of the play. The movie is likely gonna be seen more than the stage musical, so you have to get used to that version being the only one people know and thus being an interpretation of character people will like the best. You CAN’T expect Johnny Depp to play Sweeney like Len Cariou or George Hearn. Johnny is not only NOT those actors, his portrayal of the character follows a very different characterization and mannerisms than them.
Personally - I like my Sweeney being this angry person ready to burst with rage at the drop of the hat, someone who seethes hate everywhere he goes but doesn’t seem to turn heads, yet he still has a sense of humor about a situation, possibly as a way to adjust to his new philosophy. That doesn’t mean he shouldn’t be sad or solemn though. He’s clearly in pain on the inside, and like a real psychopath is trying his best to feel something again while trying not to return to the pain of loosing his wife and child. I also like Sweeney trying - possibly failing - to put on this air or everything being okay like he’s still just a humble barber and not a nihilistic serial killer. Basically, I like my Sweeney being highly emotional. I like my baritone-bass, Cariou/Hearn type Sweeneys.
Depp and/or Burton is going for a “lost all emotion and joy, never smiles, empty shell, cold and clearly brooding”-type Sweeney. Whatevs. The problem isn’t that you CAN’T play Sweeney that way. Sweeney’s only requirement as a character is that he be a psychotic, revenge-driven, deeply heartbroken man that’s so bent on revenge he ends up destroying the very thing he set out to avenge. You can play up his emotions or lack there of as much as you want.
My problem is that I don’t think Depp plays that well.
I don’t know whether it was his choice, Burton’s choice, or both to have Sweeney sneer more than a 1st grader at a teacher who told him he has to spend recess doing homework- but seriously THAT’S ALL I SEE. Depp looks like he’s trying too hard to look angry and super serious. He’s so edgy looking and his dryness doesn’t come off as engaging to me. His emotionless performance feels lazy. It doesn’t help that he can’t sing either. Like, seriously, Johnny Depp can’t sing. Helena Bonham Carter can sing better than him. I suppose Sweeney Todd isn’t the kind of musical where characters are supposed to sound ‘pretty’, but they could at least sound like they’re hitting a note.
Speaking of Helena-Bonham-Lovett, while I don’t like her performance, I think it’s way more solid than Depp’s. That’s because - again - while this Lovett is very different from the much preferred Landsbury-type, it’s still a version of Mrs. Lovett and gets the most of what her character should be down: desperate, sick and twisted, in-Love with Sweeney and dubious in nature, leaving your to wonder how much worse she is compared to him. Landsbury Lovett is a nasty hag pretending to be a warm grandma; Carter’s Lovett is a worn-out prostitute; whichever way you go you have a desperate, delusional monster cook. It’s not my Mrs. Lovett, but it is a Mrs. Lovett.
Depp’s Todd is sooooooooooo broody you guyz that he doesn’t even feel like Sweeney anymore. He just feels like a generic heartless killer DONUT STEELE GUYS! The character is lost beneath the over-under-acted performance and star power.
2) Tim Burton’s super emo-phase directing
Prepare for the Burton-hipster in me to come out.
I hated Tim Burton’s visual storytelling and mood as a director in the 2000s. For starters, everything has a super dark, shadowy (ugly) filter. It ruined Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, it ruined Alice and Wonderland and it ruined this to some extant. IT’S A TIM BURTON FILM. We don’t need a grey, hazy, deluded color scheme to show that it’s gothic. Actually I think Burton benefited a lot in his earlier movies by having lots of scenes shot in sunny environments with good color schemes to better compliment when things got melancholic, gross, weird, or messed up. Beetlejuice and Edward Scissorhands are the shining examples of this trope. Not every scene looks super deep or grim, so they stand out from the rest of the scenes in the film and establish tone.
Of course, if there’s one story that could benefit from a washed out, dry color scheme I think it IS this film, and I do like the contrast for how bright the blood is. I just wish the lighting wasn’t so overbearing in EVERY scene, no matter what the intended mood. Also it looks kinda bluish. Like it’s an Evanescence music video, probably not helped by the overabundance of CGi. Also, Victorian London is muggy and gross. Burton’s film makes even London at it’s dirtiest feel kinda polished through his lighting and set design. Les Mis did a better job at showing you the grungy side of it’s environment.
More important than visuals is the way in which Burton directed his actors and wrote characters at this time. No matter what the film he was making at the time, every character and every actor looks like they just got punched in the gut and act super dry. The only film that benefited from this ‘charisma’ was Corpse Bride: the story is bleak, melancholic, and at times cynical, it’s characters should emanate that for the sake of the story.
Much like Depp’s Sweeney, everyone whose not Helena Bonham Carter looks emo, angry, emotionless or sad, which by the way doesn’t help Sweeney stand out. Everyone looks like or feels like they’re serial killers. This is a cast of mostly deplorable characters but very few true-blue killers like Sweeney and Lovett. And if they’re supposed to be characters pushed to becoming Sweeney 2.0, like Joanna or Toby, the movie doesn’t do a good job at portraying that. Anthony gets it the worst since he’s the starry-eyed idealist who is too good for this or any world, but instead comes off as a creepo with weird hair. His plans for Joanna are supposed to be alarming, but you’re never supposed to feel like he’d do something bad to her. Movie!Anthony is so much of a crazed stalker that you really don’t want to spend ANYTIME with him or Joanna.
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I find this adaptation overrated.
In the world of theater, you have to put up with the fact that not everyone can afford to see Broadway shows or take leap of faith and jump at a college or community theater production hoping it’s somewhat decent. Some people are gonna stick to the movie versions and that’s fine (Grease and Chicago are way better movies than they are stage-shows, in my opinion). So if someone prefers the Depp film to the show there’s not much you can do. That’s their opinion and that’s what they were introduced to first.
But then you get these movie critics and film buffs who say things like “this is the best Tim Burton film since (insert pre-1995 Burton film here)” and “it’s so well written, why doesn’t he make stuff like this anymore?”...I kinda wanna scream.
TIM BURTON DIDN’T WRITE SWEENEY TODD. The story is good cause he’s adapting an already existing story to the screen. Frankly, I think his flavor of gothic hinders the story. And the whole “this is the only good new Burton movie”-thing is also really annoying. Big Eyes is great. Heck, if you’re big on Tim Burton’s tropes being used to better affect, Frankenweenie is a better example than this film.
The thing about Tim Burton is, I think he’s better at working with small-scale stories, conflicts and themes than he is at tackling “deep” stuff, which Sweeney Todd is. Burton’s movies are simple in their complexity. That’s why when he tries to write war-based movies or “chosen one” stories like Alice in Wonderland or Planet of the Apes, it falls on it’s face. A Burton movie is more entertaining when he’s obviously just having fun with the stuff he likes and isn’t trying to present himself or his film as some auteur-masterpiece. In fact, if there’s any gothic musical more fit in Tim Burton’s hands than Sweeney Todd, I would say it’s Phantom of the Opera. That musical is ALL melodrama. It feels more at home with Burton than the moral- character driven bloodbath horror of Sweeney Todd. But hey, I guess that’s indicative of people thinking ‘well it’s goffik, so it’s perfect for so-and-so regardless of what their style is and what story we’re trying to tell’.
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Rant done. Been waiting to get that off my chest since forever.
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I saw Phantom on tour a few days ago and I'm gonna ramble about it because it was amazing:
-I feel like I should preface this by saying that I very rarely get to see any plays or musicals (even at local theatres) because I live in the middle of nowhere and my schedule is a constant disaster. This was the first touring production I've seen and I am Shook™.
-My mom and I vowed to go to either this or Les Mis a few months ago and ended up choosing this
(Also our timing was great; it was two days after the Broadway 30th anniversary!)
-This isn't much of a review, mostly just an incomprehensible mess of my thoughts on the show. I wrote it out several days ago and then left it in my drafts to rot, so uhhh yeah.
I'd put it under a cut but I'm on mobile and can't do that, so sorry in advance.
~Anyway~
-Wowowowow the orchestra was amazing
-the ensemble was perfection. Everyone sounded amazing at all times.
-The dancing!!!!! Was so great!!!!!!
-Actually just the entire cast is just beyond talented honestly wOW
-Quentin Oliver Lee was a great Phantom. I wasn't sure about him at first but as the show moved along he really grew on me. The new staging makes Erik much more physically violent and almost rapey with Christine in the Final Lair scene, but somehow this guy still managed to make him sympathetic in the end. I'd love to see him as the Phantom with the normal Broadway staging because he plays the tragic angle very well. I do think that a more villainous and unhinged version of Erik works best with the new changes and would've loved to see that, but still, props to him for managing to pull off the tragedy anyway. His voice is amazing.
-Eva Taveres' understudy Emma Grimsley was on and I'm so glad she was because she's AMAZING. Probably one of my favorite Christines I've ever seen/heard. She has the voice of a literal angel. Like wow. And her acting as Christine was so unique and great??? She brought a sort of desperation and fire to the character that you don't see too often. She never made Christine look stupid or like a victim dragged along by everything around her, but she also seemed realistically bewildered and scared at the right times and just ugh I loved it. Her Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again made me cry so much wow.
-I loved Jordan Craig's voice but I'm afraid his Raoul was a bit on the cold and bland side. Not that that's necessarily his fault; Raoul's role in the show IS written pretty blandly and whether he comes off as boring or uncaring or super sweet and comforting is really down to the actor and direction of a specific production. His Raoul was kinda dismissive of Christine's distress and wasn't very comforting or helpful in the more emotionally quiet moments. You get the feeling that Christine's feelings towards him stem more from desperation and a desire for some semblance of safety from the Phantom than from actual love, which is a perfectly reasonable angle, but not my personal favorite.
-I adored all of the new sets except for the Phantom's lair which was made way less mysterious and was just...a room with a bed and an organ and a few candles. But most of the other sets are very impressive for a touring show!
-The costumes were also all great
-Except for the Phantom's Masquerade costume which was super similar to the movie one. Like why would you even. The Red Death costume is Iconique™ and should never be changed ever.
-Actually, almost every change they made to any scene involving the actual Phantom in this version somehow managed to make him either less mysterious or less sympathetic, which (for me at least) are the two best parts of his character in most versions. You get drawn in by the mystery and seemingly inhuman qualities of this dark genius, and you stay because, as his actual character is revealed, you pity him. I get that they were going for realism and wanted to switch stuff up but a lot of those changes just fell a bit flat, if that makes sense.
-especially the unmasking scene in the first act, which was probably my least favorite part of this show
-he takes the mask off himself while he thinks she's asleep and sits there angsting over his face and when she comes over and sees him he's all "dAMN YOU...CURSE YoOuu" like bruh this is entirely your fault stop
-why did they change that that's so stupid
-anyway
-I missed having that cool staircase in Masquerade and I expected to be underwhelmed by the scene when it first started but I ended up loving the new choreography. That part where Christine gets separated from Raoul and everyone's kinda dancing around her and symbolizing her fear of the Phantom reappearing was done really differently and in a way that kinda resembled the moment in Elisabeth right before 'Der Letzen Tanz' when the wedding guests dancing around Sissi are slowly replaced by the dark angels and she suddenly looks around in horror as she realizes what's happening and yeah that's kinda what happens with Christine in this scene and I really thought it was pretty rad (sorry if that made no sense I've had Elisabeth on my mind like constantly lately lol)
-I loved seeing the people sitting under the chandelier cower in their seats as it dropped ahahaha peasants
-I probably have no place laughing at them because I jumped every time there was a gunshot
-The sexual undertones in Music of the night weren't nearly as overt as they often are, but Point of No Return was even more seductive than usual. This isn't really an important point or anything, I just thought it was odd because usually the levels of sexual subtext in them stay around the same level. It's unusual to have one be amped up a bit and not the other, especially since I would argue that despite the fact that PoNR's lyrics are more obviously sexual than MoTN's, in their actual context MoTN is usually the more sensual one.
-yeah anyways I know this is a mess and I'm aware that no one cares but I loved it sososo much it was completely worth the money and the drive.
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DTC Les Mis
Because I can’t shut up about this wonderful production. (And because @pilferingapples is a horrible enabler. :P)
I was watching the Dallas Theatre Centre’s 2014 production of Les Mis again today, and as always crying a lot over how brilliantly Liesl Tommy adapted the musical for the modern day.
The thing about Dallas Les Mis that hits home particularly perfectly for me is that every situation feels real. The abuse of the workers, the lovely ladies, the prisoners, the students, the children -- it’s all the same stuff we see on the news. And the characters are all people I’ve seen before.
Caveat: I grew up in one of the poorest parts of London, with a working class family; I’m mixed-race, queer, not cis, and not male. Watching DTC LM is oftentimes physically painful because of how real it feels.
I’m going to break this down into bullet points so that I can pretend I’m organised.
The police.
Javert is a white cop, immaculately dressed, hidden behind sunglasses and a perfect, protecting uniform. Valjean is a brown prisoner, dressed in filthy rags, humiliated and treated like he’s less than human. Javert hardly even looks at him -- he doesn’t respect Valjean enough to treat him like a human being. This is not new. This is a story that we see on the news nearly every day. This is a story that every community that’s not white and wealthy has. Arrested for stealing a mouthful of bread, and given a nineteen-year sentence: this is not fiction; this is reality.
I have seen people like this. Every time Javert came on stage, I thought of them. The way he’s dressed, the way he carries himself, the way he interacts with the prisoners -- Javert is representative of the police force, and it’s not in a good way.
When Javert sings “Stars,” it’s not just about his crisis of faith. It’s a song about how his original belief (the law) has been damaged by a new idea. The fact that a prisoner, a criminal, a brown Muslim man, has saved his life is literally too much for him to handle. Because he doesn’t see the prisoners as human beings.
It’s sickening and it’s real.
THIS SCENE. The cops are dressed in full riot gear, complete with helmets and batons and pistols and bulletproof vests. The opening scene shows a black-clad cop beating an unarmed prisoner, who repeatedly tries to protect himself by covering his face, cries out in pain and begs for the abuse to stop, only to be kicked and told to shut up. The prisoner curls up on the ground, arms over his face, huddled in a ball, while the cop beats him with a baton.
This is not fiction. I don’t know how many times I can say it. I’ve cried more times watching DTC LM than I have watching any other production (which is saying something). This is something I’ve seen happen, something people I know have had happen to them. The prison-industrial complex and police brutality are not fictitious. It’s painfully, agonisingly real.
Fantine.
Fantine looks like this:
She’s a woman of colour. She’s not conventionally attractive. She’s not skinny. She’s not well-dressed. She’s the face of society.
Most productions put her in an ethereal white dress that makes her look angelic. She often has blonde hair and pale skin. She’s delicate and romantic and beautiful.
But here she’s not like that.
The Lovely Ladies are mostly women of colour, and most of them look similar to Fantine. These are the single mothers, the women regularly going to food banks, the women working three jobs, the people considered a drain on society, a burden. They do the jobs that no one else will: cleaning, cooking, selling their bodies.
There are millions of women like this in the world today, who have stories similar to Fantine’s. This is not fiction.
Look at the body language in this scene: he’s leaning forwards, aggressive, getting right in her personal space. She’s shrinking down into herself, eyes lowered, trying not to be noticeable. Because he’s white, and a man, and she’s neither of those things. Because she doesn’t have the control. Because she can’t refuse for fear of being imprisoned, raped, beaten. Because she has a daughter who needs her.
She’s not easy to care about. She’s the woman you see in cheap dollar stores whose Food Stamps card gets denied. She’s the woman you see in Goodwill, buying cheap clothes. She’s the woman who takes the bus even when it means she has to wait, or to walk from station to station, or to leave hours before she needs to be at her destination. She’s the woman you pity. She’s real.
Cosette, les Thénardier and baby Eponine.
I have seen women exactly like Mme Thénardier. Her gaudy clothes, her over-exaggerated movements, her voice, her body language, the way she walks. The way she coos over Eponine but shuns Cosette. Les Thénardier are representatives of real people, people you might actually encounter. I’ve seen her on public transport, clutching her plastic grocery bags. Loitering outside a dollar store, smoking, mascara overdone. Yelling at her children to stop doing something, then turning around and being saccharine sweet when they obey.
Even baby Eponine looks like the kids I used to play with in the streets while our parents were either working or sleeping. Everything about les Thénardier is familiar because it’s real.
M. Thénardier, with his patched and colourful clothes, his sneeringly jovial attitude, his loud voice and overwhelming presence -- he’s easily recognisable. I’ve seen people just like him, time and time again.
The ABC.
Watching the police attacking the barricade has been too much to watch many times, and I’ve had to pause the video and do something else until I stop shaking. It doesn’t just look real, it feels real.
The Amis are students, university-age, young and hopeful and bright. They’re diverse, determined, and deliberate. And the police slaughter them.
I know these people. I am one of them. I have been to protests and marches and demonstrations where the cops attacked unprovoked, where riot police were called on groups of unarmed kids, where we were arrested even if everything we were doing was legal. This isn’t fiction.
Enjolras and Marius, respectively. They’re kids. They’re in their mid-twenties at most. They’re my age.
They’re fighting to change the system, and they’re killed for it.
In the original novel and subsequent musical adaptation, it’s often difficult to understand the point of the revolution without prior background knowledge of the politics of the mid-1800s. But in DTC’s production, the students hold signs with familiar slogans -- FAIR WAGES 4 ALL. PEOPLE BEFORE PROFIT. They are modern, they are relevant, they are this generation.
And they die for what they believe in.
It’s not just a story.
Eponine.
Marius and Eponine are a sharp contrast. Look at how he’s dressed (suit, tie, jacket, slacks), how his hair and beard are obviously trimmed, how he looks professional and respectable. And look at her -- her braids, her too-thin blouse, her cut-off jean shorts, her bracelets, her jacket. I dressed like her for years.
And she moves like she’s something feral. She’s grown up in poverty, having to fight tooth and nail for what she wants. She’s willing to bite and kick and scream. The world has abused her, and it shows.
She’s been abused, but she fights. And the converse is also true: she fights, but she’s abused.
You know those posters you sometimes see at the checkout lanes in grocery stores, or the adverts on the television, the ones that show pictures of children who need housing or food or some other resource? Eponine isn’t cutesy like that. She isn’t the adorable, doe-eyed child whom you could help, with a donation of just 25 cents, because every little thing helps! She’s bruised and battered and vicious. She’s wild.
She’s not easy to care for.
Marius.
Marius after the barricades -- injured, traumatised, trapped. He doesn’t know how he escaped, he doesn’t feel at home with his grandfather, he isn’t comfortable in his own skin. When he sings “Empty Chairs at Empty Tables,” it’s heartbreaking.
He is A UNIVERSITY STUDENT. He’s in his early twenties, and he’s been caught up in the middle of a massacre. No fucking wonder he has PTSD; his friends have been murdered.)
Marius and Cosette are absolutely adorable. (This isn’t quite relevant, but I felt it was necessary to say anyway. LOOK AT THEM.)
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And the end -- oh god, the end. Police in full riot gear shooting down unarmed students and children with machine guns. Gavroche, who looks to be about eleven in this production, is shot with machine gun fire.
They’re just kids. They’re just kids.
Haven’t you seen this on the news? Is it familiar yet? These are the same stories that have been told over and over. Except in Les Mis, it’s fictionalised.
But the characters could be real people. They’re not romantic (or Romantic) heroes and villains from the nineteenth century -- you can’t sweep under the rug their morality issues by claiming that things were different then! This is the present day. This is today. This is happening right now.
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I’ll end this with the author’s prefix from the novel itself (translation mine):
So long as there shall exist, by laws and means, a social damnation artificially creating hell on earth, and confounding divine destiny with human fatality; so long as the three problems of the age, the degradation of man by poverty, the degradation of the woman by hunger, the atrophy of the child by night, will not be solved; so long as in some areas social asphyxia is possible; in other words, and from a still wider point of view, so long as there will remain on earth ignorance and misery, books of the nature of this one will not be useless.
It’s not useless yet.
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[Pictures from here. DTC LM video here. My other posts about this production here. I also recommend reading this post by @pilferingapples for a similar discussion.]
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First of Many [Jasmine Cephas-Jones x Reader]
[write-a-thon tag]
Summary: Everything changes when your manager sets you up to be Jasmine’s fake ‘rebound’ relationship.
Word Count: 6,144
Warnings: None, this is pure fluff y’all.
A/N: SECOND DAY Y’ALL!!! I got REALLY into this prompt so I’m sorry if this is super long, also HUGE thanks to Elissa @tempfixeliza with the outlining and Mickey aka @down4usnavy for helping me with the end (i feel like i’ll thank her even more in the future because she saves my ass ALWAYS), anyway hope you guys like it! <3
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“I’m not going to be someone’s fake girlfriend, Sheila!”
“C’mon [Y/N], this is a big deal!” You manager would do anything to convince you, and you were willing to see her try. “She’s on Broadway, for Christ’s sake!”
“Good for her!” You stopped walking around your living room and sat down on the couch, now closer to the phone that was laying on the coffee table with the speaker mode on. “I came to New York to become an actress, that was the deal. I am so grateful for everything you booked for me so far, but... You should know this isn’t for me, this isn’t what I do!”
“[Y/N], you have to work with me on here. You got an ensemble role-”
“Understudy.” You corrected. “I’m an understudy.”
“Okay, then! You’re an understudy role on a new show that, let’s be honest here, won’t last for too long. She’s a Broadway star on the biggest hit since Les Mis, being around her will make easier for me to make your life easier.”
You took a deep breath, grabbing the phone before turning off the speakers. “Okay, then. Tell me more about it.”
As you listened carefully to what you would have to do, you took note of her name to google her later that night. Your manager booked a meeting with the girl in her office the very next day, and it was hard not to overthink the whole situation. “It’s her day off, and you’ll be able to get to know each other better, maybe create a backstory for how you met and all that stuff, okay?”
“Fine.” You were thankful Sheila wasn’t able to see your face in that moment: it was a mix of disappointment at yourself and the unbeatable feeling of defeat, but as your father used to say, you gotta do what you gotta do.
“Great! You won’t regret this, I promise.” The call ended and you threw your phone on the couch, between the Target pillows your mother bought when you moved to New York City: ‘This is the start of your dreams coming true’, she used to say.
Yeah, right.
Growing up, all you wanted was to be a Broadway star. As you mother blasted cast recordings at your childhood home in New Jersey, you couldn’t remember a moment that you didn’t want to be the voice in those CDs. Vocal coaching, drama club and dance practice became all you could manage while keeping your grades up in high school, all the effort resulting a scholarship to Juilliard, in which you graduated in four years. You became a professional actress then, with a diploma to prove it, but opportunities in the big city weren’t as easy as you thought they would be: Many auditions resulted in your manager, Sheila, seeing potential in you and putting you under her wing: she got you minor roles in some tv shows and commercials shot in New York for a few years and they helped you pay the rent and bills, but they were not what you wanted.
So she started to look for auditions on Broadway for you. You tried for many shows, getting an understudy role on a small show that was moving to Broadway after a year running off-Broadway. It wasn’t ideal, but you were able to walk through Times Square on your way to work and that was all you could ask for.
Well, not all you could ask for, but you were really thankful for what you got.
After pushing those thoughts aside, you took a quick shower before getting to bed, your laptop waiting for you as you searched for the name Sheila mentioned.
“Jasmine Cephas-Jones.” You tried the feeling of the name on your lips while typing on the search bar before dramatically pressing enter. “Wow, she’s pretty.”
You decided to stop talking to yourself like a crazy person and started to read about the girl you would be ‘dating’ for a while. Twenty seven years old (Only a couple years older, okay), graduated from Berklee (great music program, her voice is probably amazing), Grammy award-winning for Hamilton (oh, her voice is definitely amazing). After that, you decided to go to image results: many photoshoots, promotional and backstage pictures from Hamilton, some pictures with her father (HER FATHER IS ON LUKE CAGE!), and some with a freckled-face guy, many, many pictures with the freckled-face guy. You opened one that was marked as recent and read the article attached to it:
'Hamilton' actress Jasmine Cephas-Jones ends relationship with former co-star Anthony Ramos
After a relationship created inside of the Richard Rodgers theatre, the original Peggy Schuyler/Maria Reynolds ends relationship with her former co-star Anthony Ramos, best known for his roles of John Laurens and Phillip Hamilton in the same Broadway show. According to sources close to the couple, the relationship ended by agreement of both parts, as a result of the different life and career choices made by them after their departure from the hit musical. While Ramos got casted on the newest production by Netflix, Cephas-Jones stayed in New York to pursuit her now smashing singing career. Rumors affirm that the relationship ended months before the official statement on Jasmine’s instagram account, and the pictures of Anthony Ramos with an unknown lady in the streets of Los Angeles only proves he is already moving on.
So you were the rebound relationship.
There was no positive sides to that situation coming to your mind. You'd be the first person Jasmine would be seen with since the break-up, which meant hate and attacks from the ‘Janthony’ shippers that were already flooding the comments on the article’s page as you scrolled down. You also saw the pictures of Anthony with a bodacious latina, that in your personal opinion wasn’t nearly as pretty as Jasmine.
You closed your eyes for a second before turning off your laptop and grabbing your phone. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, but you knew you were going to make all your social media private eventually.
“Jasmine, please, make yourself comfortable.” You heard Sheila’s voice while she opened the door for a random man and Jasmine, that entered the room wearing a long cardigan over black jeans a black top. “This is [Y/N] [Y/L/N]”
Jasmine smiled awkwardly as you got up from the chair you were sitting. “She’s a girl.”
“Yeah, you told us you were bisexual and-”
“I am, I just… Didn’t think that you’d consider a girl for this.” Her confusing eyes, combined with crossed arms, made you look at your feet for a moment wishing you never accepted Sheila’s offer. She apparently noticed your lack of excitement, turning to you before completing her sentence. “No offense, by the way.”
“Not taken.” You quietly replied.
“Of course we considered, honey. I told you: being seen with someone is the best way to show you’re better than ever after your breakup, and with a girl, especially one as pretty as [Y/N], I’m sure the tabloids will forget you even dated Ramos.” Sheila was on fire, her fingernails tapping against the tablet in her hand as she spoke to the both of you.
“I highly doubt that, but if you say so...” Her voice cracked for a second and it was clear to you she wasn’t over Anthony, but it wasn’t your place to say anything. “So, how will this work?”
“We’ll let you guys get to know each other better for a few moments, when you’re ready just tell us, we’ll be waiting outside.” Jasmine nodded and you took a deep breath as Sheila and the random man exited the room.
“So-” you started.
“First of all, I want to apologize. This wasn’t my idea, I hate to do this.” She said, falling on the chair behind her. “I just wanted a solution for people to stop talking about Ant and-”
“It’s okay.” You replied, sitting on the chair in front of her. “It’s not my favorite thing either. Not because of you, but because, you know.”
“Because being someone’s fake girlfriend is not exactly the job you were looking for?” she asked. You nodded. “Yeah, I figured. But this can be fun, right? I mean, we can be friends, you look like a nice, decent person.”
“You’re not so bad yourself.” Your fast reply made Jasmine giggle, and you couldn’t help but smile with her. “So, do you know how ‘this’-” you signaled yourself and her, “works?”
“I guess we start posting stuff together, maybe instagram and twitter…Uh, I have this interview with GMA about me leaving Hamilton and some shows I’ll be doing for the next month. Paparazzi are always there, you can go with me, maybe?” Her leg was bouncing in a clear sign of anxiety, and you couldn’t help but think about the fan comments you read the night before.
“Okay, that looks… Pretty easy, actually. But we need a story.”
“A story?”
“Of course! How we met, how we got together, we can’t tell our manager set us up.” Jasmine agreed, a smile starting to show on her face. “So, do you have any ideas?”
“Uh… Maybe a workshop? Something small, that people don’t remember?”
“Works for me. Maybe we met there a few years ago and reconnected now so it won’t seem weird that there’s nothing about us being friends anywhere?” You suggested while your mind started running a thousand miles per second, thinking of any possible situation where you’d need to remember this. You’d have to get to know her.
“I have to get to know you.” Jasmine’s voice reproduced your thoughts, and she probably noticed the surprised expression on your face, because the giggle that followed seemed as genuine as it gets. “We can go out for lunch, maybe shopping, so we can know more about each other.”
“Sure, sounds like a good idea.” You replied, silence falling between you both after that. As she observed the office and the view, unsure what to say next, you decided it was enough of the ‘getting to know each other’ moment. “I should probably tell them to come in...”
“Yeah, of course.” You and Jasmine got up from your seats once again, Sheila storming in the second you opened the door.
“So, girls, did you hit it off? Marcel already gave me your schedule so I can put you and [Y/N] in sync, okay?” You looked at Jasmine in confusion as she whispered ‘assistant’. “Jasmine, I noticed you have a GMA interview on… Friday?” She nodded. “Great! [Y/N] can go with you and hopefully we’ll get some candids of you together, a few fan tweets.”
“Told ya.” Jasmine whispered again, making you giggle. “Sheila, we were thinking about going shopping tomorrow or whenever [Y/N] is available, do you think you can manage that?”
“Of course honey, what can’t I do for you?”
You side-eyed Jasmine, that had a fake smile in her face. Maybe you found the only other person that noticed Sheila’s fake enthusiasm: the woman was dead inside from working so much but nobody seemed to notice.
The meeting ended after Sheila went over privacy issues and disclosure agreements, with you and Jasmine exchanging phone numbers afterwards and taking a cute selfie, that later on she posted on her twitter with #mygirl attached to it. Subtle.
As the day passed, you started to see your follower count on twitter and instagram, the constant tagging on posts compelling you to change the notification settings on both apps so your phone wouldn’t crash. Replies were nice and cute, mostly because the picture could be considered platonic. You got a few message from co-workers on how you were, quote, “hanging out with Jasmine - and Peggy - Cephas Jones?????”, and you replied with ‘we are old friends!!!’, not being able to tell a word about what was really going on.
The next day you got up earlier to prep yourself for the date with Jasmine. Texts from Sheila warned you that ‘maybe’ some paparazzis would be around, so you made sure to look your best without looking forced. Hopping off the Uber, you noticed a few guys with cameras.
They were definitely not waiting for you.
Stopping near the door, the cold slowly getting to you from under your cashmere sweater, you texted the number Jasmine gave you the day before:
To: Jasmine Cephas-Jones
Just got here. You on your way?
The second you hit send, the voice of one of the photographers caught your attention. When you looked up, you got a glance of Jasmine hopping off the backseat a black SUV with her sunglasses on and a fur vest over the dark green shirt. You couldn’t help but be amazed with her presence. She smiled at the photographers and lifted her sunglasses once she saw you, picking her pace.
She opened her arms and threw them around your neck, pulling you into a tight hug. “Just- just go with it.” Her warm whisper against your neck made you shiver, and you automatically wrapped your arms around her waist, staying that way a second longer friends would. Once she pulled away a few inches, one of your hands moved tenderly to her hair, removing a curl that was tangled in the sunglasses. “You think that’s enough PDA for Sheila?”
You smiled before bringing your hand down, entwining your fingers with hers. “Now it’s enough, let’s go.”
She let out a little laugh before you went in, leaving the hired paparazzis outside. The day went by smoothly as you shopped for GMA and just randomly tested makeup on MAC and Sephora. She showed you tricks she learned about finding the perfect shade of lipstick and you made her try out a red dress she saw on a mannequin - “Who cares if you only use once? it is beautiful, treat yourself!” - and after having lunch together, you couldn’t help but feel like she was an old friend of yours already.
As the weeks went by, you both started to hang out more often. The fans also started to pick up on Jasmine’s ‘new relationship’, meaning your follower counter was going up, as well as the mentions on all your social media accounts. So that’s what being famous feels like.
You were trying not to get used to the whole relationship thing: there were nights when Jasmine would invite you to just hang out with her after your shows and you’d meet in a diner located not too far from your theater, mostly because you’d only do matinees and stay around for rehearsals. Before you knew it, you were hanging out at each other’s places as well, watching movies, talking about whatever you felt like doing it and leading you to the great discover that Jasmine got really emotional and chatty after a few glasses of wine.
“I just… I just don’t get it. Because I was there the whole two years, two years!” She exclaimed, moving her wine glass around and almost spilling it. “How much is 365 times two?”
“Uhn… 700 and something.” You replied, also slightly drunk. Your legs were tangled with her under the blankets while you sat in opposites sides of your living room’s couch, Friends playing on tv while you ate popcorn and Jasmine complained about her ex-boyfriend. Again.
“And like, he’s in Los Angeles now with that latina version of a Barbie? She’s not even famous, and I bet she’s not as good as I am in bed, anyway,” she complained, pouting right after and making you almost spit your drink. “You know? I don’t even know why I’m complaining, I have a girlfriend. An amazing one, much better than his,” your eyes widened as she called you her girlfriend without anyone else around to hear it. “Okay, maybe we are not actual girlfriends, but you’re still much better than her and you’re super cool. And pretty. Fuck him.”
“Fuck him,” you repeated, raising your glass to Jasmine and getting the same action from her and a laugh in response. God, she had the most contagious laugh. “And hey, you’re amazing, and I know I’m biased, but he didn’t deserve you I mean… Look at you.”
“What?” Her voice was giggly and her cheeks flushed, in which you blamed the alcohol.
“You’re funny and your voice is beautiful and let’s admit: you’re hot, Jas,” you said, mentally blaming the wine for the compliment shower you were giving Jasmine. “If Anthony can’t value that, you’re better off without him.”
“You know, you may not be my real girlfriend, but you’re one hell of a friend, [Y/N], thank you,” she placed her now empty glass on the coffee table, awkwardly leaning towards you before engaging on a hug, in which you had no choice but to reply as she fell over you, laughing. “This is not as graceful as I pictured.”
“I’m sure it’s not,” you laughed, helping her get comfortable. Before you notice, her back is against your chest as she sits between your legs, focusing on the TV. She doesn’t seem to mind the proximity, grabbing the popcorn bowl as you take a deep breath, carefully placing your wine glass on the coffee table as well before mindlessly playing with her hair until you both fell asleep right there.
“An OBC reunion? Daveed, I just- I know, but you know what happened, everybody does.” You watched as Jasmine paced around her living room while speaking on the phone. “I don’t think I can face him yet, it has only been a few months… I know but-what? Unbelievable. No, I’m okay, totally fine. Okay, I’ll let you know for sure. Miss you too, bye.”
“So… A reunion?” You asked, pulling your hair in a bun because of the heat.
“Yep,” she replied, popping the ‘p’. “Daveed wants to do a reunion since Lin is coming to New York for the Fourth of July, almost everyone will be in the city and-”
“And Anthony is going,” you guessed.
“And bringing his Malibu bitch with him, yes,” she completed, rolling her eyes.
“You have to go, Jas. I mean, they will always be your second family and you can’t let Ramos ruin that for you.”
“You’re right, as always. I’ll miss not having you around as much once this is over,” Jasmine smiled, falling in the chair next to you. The whole fake girlfriend was scheduled to be ‘finished’ in just a few days, according to the NDA you signed back in the day you met Jasmine: a six months relationship and a peaceful breakup, just enough to detach her name from Anthony as much as possible. It was working so far, but the whole reunion was not on the schedule. “Are you available on thursday?”
“I’m always available after the matinee, Jas.”
“Oh, right. Um… We can go buy an outfit for the night right now, if you want. I’m free until like, six.”
“Wait, I’m going?” Your eyes widened in surprise, making her laugh.
“Of course! I can’t show up there without my girlfriend,” she joked, pulling her phone up and pointing at you. “Say hi to the instagram people!”
“Hi, instagram people!” You replied sarcastically, waving to the camera as Jasmine giggled before stopping the video. “Haven’t posted anything about me in a while?”
“Few days. Also you look nice so why not,” she agreed with a smile. You were used to the PDA now, Jasmine would often add pictures with you and talk about you, the same thing happening the other way around. The fans loved it and so did you, there was no way to hide how fond of her you became, and you were afraid the whole fake break-up would affect you more than initially expected.
The week went by in a flash, before you knew it was already Friday afternoon and you were at Jasmine’s place, blasting music and getting ready for the small reunion at Daveed’s. Her curls were already shoulder-length again at this point and she looked flawless; as she applied her signature red lipstick, you pulled your phone up and started filming her. “Hamilton reunion! She’s going full-on Maria Reynolds, y’all.”
You laughed as she did a little dance to the camera before starting laughing herself. You captioned as “#flawless” and added to your Instagram story. “Are you ready?”
“As ready as I’ll ever be, I guess,” she shrugged. “I’m glad you’re coming.”
“Me too, I’ll meet Lin-Manuel Miranda!” You giggled, making Jasmine chuckle.
“You’ll love him, he’s amazing. So is his wife, I think Vanessa will be there too… You know? I miss them. I’m glad you convinced me to go, [Y/N].”
“Me too,” you smiled. “Now let’s go, otherwise we will be late.”
The place was electric. Jasmine did warn you about Daveed throwing the best gatherings, but you had no idea how he turned his apartment into a party with a bar, dance floor and neon lights. You both got greeted by him once out of the elevator, and soon enough many former castmates were surrounding your ‘girlfriend’. You recognized all of them right away, after all, you did your homework when getting to know about Jasmine and her career. Before you were able to do anything, Phillipa, Renee and Carleigh were interrogating you about how you and Jasmine met, as well as trying to get to know you a bit better.
“So when I finally made my way to Broadway, I just felt like I needed to catch up with her, so I sent an email and exchanged numbers after that,” you told them, with a smile on your face and Jasmine’s hand in yours. “The rest is history, I guess.”
“I have to admit I thought you and Ant were endgame, Cephas, but I really like her,” Carleigh commented, with a smile. “Well, speaking of the devil...”
You both turned to the door, where Anthony was coming in with his blonde girlfriend by his side, them soon enough surrounded by the male castmates, Anthony exchanging handshakes and hugs with them. Out of instinct, you wrapped your arm around Jasmine’s waist and turning her away from the scene and back to the conversation. She didn’t need to see that and neither did you.
The next hour was a blur: You met the rest of the cast while keeping an eye on Anthony, mostly because you wanted to keep Jasmine away from him. Lin and Vanessa were as great as you pictured, as well as Oak and Javier. You were chatting with the latter two while Jasmine got you drinks at the improvised bar when your phone vibrated on your back pocket: It was Sheila, your manager. You excused yourself and went to the bathroom to answer it.
“Sheila, I’m kinda busy right-”
“You got it,” she interrupted. “The main role, Samantha is leaving next month.”
“What?” You swore your brain was playing tricks on you, there was no way.
“You heard me! You won’t be an understudy anymore, [Y/N], they want you to take over the role,” she affirmed, making you squeal and make a small happy dance. “They wanna know if you can do the Saturday shows, to see how you do a two-show day, sounds good?”
“Sounds...Sounds perfect, yes, of course!” You could feel your excitement running through your veins like electricity as you thanked Sheila and hang up. As you exited the bathroom and headed towards the group of people you were talking to before, Lin noticed your huge smile: “Hey, good news?”
“Yeah! I got… I got the part. The one I’m currently an understudy for?” You told them, earning a few whistles and congratulations from the group. “Have you guys seen Jasmine? I’m really excited to tell her the news!”
“She’s... She’s in my office,” Daveed replied carefully. “Talking to Anthony.”
“What?”
“It’s fine, really, they needed to solve some things,” Phillipa assured, placing a hand on your shoulder.
“I- I’ll check on her, if you excuse me,” you said, the smile suddenly vanishing from your face. You shouldn’t be too worried right? You just cared for Jasmine and wanted her to be safe and happy, away from Anthony, away from harm. Right?
As you got closer to the office, you noticed the door slightly open. When your hand was millimeters from knocking, you heard Anthony’s voice slightly altered. “You think I don’t see that, Jas? You think I don’t see your posts with [Y/N] all over the internet only months after we break up?”
“You’re such a hypocrite, Ramos. You were the one that went out with that blonde bimbo in the first place!” Her voice cracked by the end of the sentence, and your hand fell by your side as you gave up on knocking. Yet, something stopped you from leaving: you just needed to listen.
“I DIDN’T WANT TO!” Anthony’s pitch was high and you could listen to the tears he was holding back. “I didn’t want to, okay? Luis told me to.”
“What does your manager has to do with this, Anthony? For fuck’s sake, you’re such a terrible liar,” you heard her heels clicking towards the door and took a step back, suddenly afraid of getting caught listening to the fight.
“I’m not lying, Jasmine! I’m not-” his voice stopped and he took an audible deep breath. “I’m not dating Carmen, okay? It was all for the media.”
The silence fell in the room and you could almost picture Jasmine’s eyes widening. After a few seconds, you heard her voice, almost a whisper: “What?”
“Yeah, she’s… She’s a model. Luis thought I needed to detach my image from yours and I was frustrated so I agreed but damn, I miss you Jas. I miss you and now you’re dating and-”
“[Y/N] has a contract too, but-” Her words felt like a punch in the throat. As you leaned against the wall next to the door, biting your lips to stop any tears that you felt building up, you decided to just leave. After taking a few steps you hit your elbow against a column, muttering a few swears.
“Fucking hell.” You recomposed yourself and headed straight to the door, not letting anyone stop you in the way. As you waited for the elevator, Daveed’s apartment door slammed open.
“Where are you going?” Jasmine asked, a worried expression all over her face.
“Well, you clearly got your things right with Anthony so I think you don’t need me here anymore,” you answer sounded more bitter than you intended, but you were not taking it back.
“What are you talking about?”
“I… I heard you both talking. I know it’s wrong but I did, and I heard you telling him everything,” you started, looking up for a second before turning back to face her. “How stupid of me was to think that maybe, just maybe you could’ve actually grown to like me outside that goddamn contract, right?”
“But [Y/N], I-” Jasmine started, but you cut her off.
“And just when I was about to tell you the most amazing news… Guess what, I’m not an understudy anymore! I start performances on Saturday! I was going to invite you to come see the show because I felt like somehow I owed it to you, but nevermind. The contract expires on Saturday anyway, so don’t even bother.”
The elevator doors opened and you turned on your heels to enter it. Jasmine ran to go in too, but you stopped her. “Please, just… Stay.”
You pressed the button to close the doors as she nodded, tears falling down your face.
Stupid, stupid, stupid!
When you got home that night, you noticed a few of Jasmine’s stuff on your bedroom, which you ignored when throwing yourself on your bed and crawling under the covers. The next morning you woke up because of your alarm clock, but you wish you didn’t: six missed calls from Jasmine and a text message.
From: Jazzy
Hey, please talk to me, call me whenever you can.
You threw your phone to the end of the bed, getting up and ignoring the whole subject: You had rehearsals that you just couldn’t miss, so you took a quick shower before putting on comfortable clothes, grabbing your bag and heading to the theatre; putting your phone on silent was a no-brainer.
That afternoon was one of those moments where you were thankful for your way to cope with things; while many people you knew could get distracted by the events of the night before, but not you. Your mind was focused on rehearsal, blocking out anything and everything that could distract you. Your movements were sharper, your voice was more projected and you didn’t miss a step in the whole choreography. Needless to say, your director was impressed.
After taking a shower and changing clothes, you decided to check your phone: Another three missed calls, two of them being from Jasmine, the last one from Sheila. You took a deep breath, deciding to call her back: “Sheila, if this is about last night-”
“What were you thinking, [Y/N]? Making a scene in the middle of the most important cast on Broadway? Are you insane?” Her voice was altered and you could almost picture her arms wiggling in desperation.
“I’m sorry, I just… Heard some things, I had to leave. It shouldn’t have been a big deal,” you explained yourself, trying to not get into details. Your manager took a deep audible breath while choosing the right words to not just snap at you.
“You have a big day tomorrow, focus on that and… We can solve it after the show, okay? Just… Try to work things out with Jasmine, she called me like five times and I don’t have time for this.”
“I… I don’t wanna do this right now, Sheila. The contract expires tomorrow anyway,” you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. “I’ll figure this out, after Saturday, okay?”
“I’m trusting you, [Y/N], don’t blow it.” You heard Sheila hanging up before letting out a loud groan.
The rest of the day flew by, as well as the next. Before you knew you were heading to the theater for your first performances on a saturday: the excitement was almost forgotten in the back of your mind because of your nerves. As you did your makeup and put on your costume, your confidence grew, as you prepared yourself to get on stage you were ready, the only thing missing was… Jasmine.
Jasmine was with you during the last six months, when you perfected your performance and she helped your singing voice, as well as emotional support when you thought they would fire you after a big mistake on stage. They didn’t, so you both celebrated. Jas was with you every step of the way to that specific moment, it felt not only wrong but also ironic that she wasn’t witnessing that.
Or at least that’s what you thought.
After the end of the performance, while the whole cast was taking their bows, you heard a familiar voice in the microphone. It was your castmate, Jordan: “Now folks, if we could just steal one more minute of your time,” he grinned into the microphone, trying to hush the audience. “You may be aware, it’s our girl [Y/N]’s first show as an official leading lady!”
You blushed as the crowd stood from their seats, cheering for you. You blew a kiss to Jordan who winked at you.
“So! In honor of her amazing performance, to which we hope she has many more to come, we have someone who’d like to say a few words,” he said as the crowd cheered again. You shot him a confused look that he guiltily ignored.
You soon realised why.
“Hi everyone,” you heard an all too familiar voice say quietly into the mic. Loud cheers again echoed throughout the hall; you felt your heart drop as you turned to see the ridiculously gorgeous woman emerge from stage left with a bouquet of flowers in her arms.
Jasmine. Her eyes were on you, a small smile on her face and a million apologies in her eyes.
“I’m Jasmine, I’m… well let’s just say I’m a huge fan of [Y/N],” she smiled, earning ‘awww’s’ from the audience. You couldn’t take your eyes off of her, no matter how angry and hurt you felt. “I, uh, did this a million times over in my head and I suddenly can’t find the words.”
You heard the audience laugh, your eyes still glued to Jasmine. She was nervous. Her knuckles were white as she gripped the mic, her eyes momentarily flickering across the audience as she gulped. Her eyes met yours again and she tucked a few curls back behind her ear, a signature nervous tick of hers. You took a deep breath, trying to ignore the tears welling in your eyes.
“I don’t want to take too much of your time, but I do want to say this: no one deserves this more than [Y/N] does,” she said into the mic, her voice strained. Your breath caught in your throat. “She is incredibly talented and she works so hard and she is just so amazing.”
She broke into a smile as she said that, the audience chuckling, relieving some tension. You smiled, too, your heart swelling as you saw her eyes fill with hope.
“But she is also more than that,” she continued, pushing through her nerves. “She is… the best thing in my life. She is kind and she is compassionate and she is loving and, well, she is more than I deserve.”
You bit your lip, fighting back the tears in your eyes. You wanted to be mad, you wanted to never speak to her again. But her eyes were on yours and your heart was pounding and you realised all you really wanted was to be the one who tucked those curls behind her ear for her. You wanted to run across the stage, to close the impossible distance.
“So, a warm ‘welcome to Broadway’ to [Y/N],” she said, tearing her eyes from yours and smiling at the crowd. “Congratulations on your first time in the spotlight… and may it be the first of many.”
The crowd roared in applause as she disappeared into the wings, Jordan taking back the mic and bidding the crowd goodnight. You quickly bowed, taking a moment to look out at the crowd beneath the stage lights, cheering and clapping.
You were finally where you wanted to be. You were just missing one thing.
You smiled, running off the stage and into the wings. The grin on your face grew as you flew past stage managers and the ensemble. You burst into your dressing room, stopping cold in the doorway as Jasmine turned around, a heartbreaking expression on her face. Your smile did not waiver.
“I know it was your big night and I’m sorry I didn’t tell you and- why are you smiling at me like that?” she pouted, tucking her hair behind her ear.
“I’m just really happy you’re here,” you said softly, slowly taking a step towards her. She grimaced.
“I fucked everything up and there is absolutely no reason you should be happy to see me,” she sighed, her eyes falling down your frame before guiltily snapping back up to yours.
“But I am,” you grinned, stepping in front of her. She frowned at you.
“What’s up with you? I totally fuck things up, you ignore my calls, I crash your opening night and you’re… happy to see me?” she asked, as you giggled, placing your hands on her waist.
“Are you still into Ant?” you asked.
“W-What?”
“Are you?”
She scanned your eyes, brow furrowed. Suddenly, her face softened, a small smile pulling at her red lips.
“No.” Your smile grew bigger.
“Did you miss my opening night even though I’ve avoided you for days on end?” you asked. She rolled her eyes, the smile still present on her face.
“No.”
“Well, in that case, it is officially 12:03am,” you said, nodding to the clock you had on the wall. Her eyes never left yours, the look of love in them unwavering. “My contract is officially up.”
And with that, she kissed you. Her soft lips crashed into yours as you both smiled; you tangled one hand in her curls as she pulled you closer, her fingers softly cupping your cheek. You both pulled back, giggling quietly as she leaned her forehead against yours.
“And may that be the first of many,” she winked, the two of you bursting into laughs as you kissed her again and again and again.
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29, 41, 50 - for the fanfiction meme!
29. Do you have a beta reader? Why/Why not?
I used to have a beta reader, and I found it very helpful because they could weed out any particularly British idioms I might have written without realising that no one from any other country would understand them, and also just because I used to be even more of an Anxious Mess than I am now and basically needed at least one person to read anything I wrote and reassure me that it wasn’t The Worst Thing Ever Created before I put it online where other actual people would see it and potentially, my worst nightmare, MOCK ME.
I fell out of touch with my beta, unfortunately, but I do still have a very good, kind and patient friend who generally reads my stuff and lets me know if anything very glaringly doesn’t make sense before I unleash it upon the interwebs. (That same friend is also the sole reason that Under My Wings ever made it to AO3; after finishing the first chapter I was sure I had committed some kind of travesty, combining a beautiful classic novel like Les Mis with the shitshow that is Supernatural, but she liked it and said I should upload it, and here we are :D)
41. List and link to 5 fanfics you are currently reading:
I’m sort of between fics right now but let me give you the last five I read and enjoyed:
Dancing With The Moon by sitabethel - Yu-Gi-Oh - Ishizu Ishtar/Mai Valentine
Azoth by zeitgeistic - Harry Potter - Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy
The House That Dripped Blood by myrmidryad - Les Miserables - Enjolras/Grantaire
Next Time He’ll Ask by Kaylin & Kira - Yuri!! On Ice - Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov
Dilation by Fahye & theopteryx - Captive Prince - Laurent/Damen
50. Rant or Gush about one thing you love or hate in the world of fanfiction! Go!
I love love love AUs!!!! You could probably guess this about me but I really!!! love them!!! I love reading them and I most of all love coming up with them and writing them, I find it so fun and satisfying to fit the characters from one universe into roles from another universe that still suit them and parallel/reference their characterisation/story arc/etc in their own canon!! And most of all I love that what AUs are REAAAALLY saying is that, no matter the universe, no matter the situation, THOSE TWO CHARACTERS WILL STILL END UP TOGETHER BECAUSE THEIR LOVE IS JUST THAT STRONG ;;
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