#anyways. I hate Aaron tveit. Like a lot. :)

[maths-is-my-religion]

girl help my Twitter mutuals r beefing over Aaron tveit

#i Fucking hate that man #but I don’t want to get involved #so I’m not gonna touch the situation #basically all of the Aaron girlies r shitting on Ariana abt the wicked movie #Bc she isn’t a musical theatre actress 😭 #& yes I know she was on Broadway when she was young #but I agree with them on this point. She’s not a theatre actress #but she’s still a great singer like idk what they’re mad abt #anyways. I hate Aaron tveit. Like a lot. :)

[thewintersoldierdisaster]

a/n: hi hello i wasn’t expecting to write barzy long fic but those damn musician mat photos KILLED me. also yes, i started this fic literally the day after the photos were posted but here we are. it needed major editing and also i need to like sit on it for a bit before posting. ANYWAY it’s here and i’m happy with it? i hate the title but whatever, it is what it is. enjoy and let me know what you think!! 🫶🏻

word count: 4.3k

tw: semi-public fingering but doesn’t go all the way, public thigh grinding

summary: hanging out in a dive bar on long island, the last thing you expect to see is mat with a guitar over his shoulder, joining the cover band on stage

When you look up from responding to a text and Mat’s nowhere to be found, you’re not really that surprised. He does this a lot - gets distracted and wanders off. Occasionally, he’ll be cornered by a fan, smiling gamely for a selfie and chatting for a bit. Every once in a while he gets roped into a game of pool, chatting with the random men like he’s known them for years. Once in a bar in the city, and this one nearly killed you, he struck up a conversation with Aaron Tveit - your favorite Broadway star and secretly a man that you absolutely would use a hall pass on - without realizing that he was talking to someone more famous in certain New York circles than he is.

All this to say, Mat disappearing in the bar isn’t a totally unprecedented occurrence.

You set your phone back down on the high top table and lean a shoulder against the wall next to you, crossing your legs at the ankle and taking a sip of your High Noon. It’s warm-ish now, starting to taste more artificial, and you look over your shoulder at the bar, scrutinizing the crowd that’s gathered and waiting for the bartender to notice them. It’s not worth it to leave the table since it’ll be snatched up in a second, so you flip your phone over and use your index finger to tap out a quick message to Mat asking him to get you another drink when he gets back from wherever he wandered off to - at this point you’re assuming there’s a major line for the men’s room. The little blue bubble floats up and shows it was delivered. Satisfied, you lean back against the wall, scooping your hair off the back of your neck with your free hand and holding it in a lazy ponytail so your neck can cool off a bit.

Long Island is a humid, swampy mess, August slipping away into a moment in time, as Queen Taylor says. But September is doing her damnedest to remind everyone that she’s still a summer month too.

Not that you mind, having been born and raised on Long Island and intimately familiar with the weather extremes, but it’s particularly gross in the bar tonight. Sweaty bodies packed in for the 90s alt cover band that’s supposed to be playing tonight. They’ve played at the bar before and they’re pretty good you have to admit, but right now you’re just wishing for a little bit of a breeze.

Giving up on your hair, you twist it up into a messy knot, securing it with a thin black elastic that’s seen better days. Three loops around thick hair, and you know it’s going to snap before the night is over, but you can’t worry about that now. There’s immediate relief from pulling your hair off your neck and now you can focus on the fact that Mat’s actually been missing for more than a few minutes. You tap your phone screen, looking for a message, but there’s nothing from him, just a few messages in the girls’ group chat talking about Monday night’s poker event. Wrinkling your nose, you look around the bar again, trying to see if you can spot your boyfriend.

It’s too dark though, Mat’s hair and black tee would blend in with the crowds. After a few more minutes of looking, you give up, rolling your eyes and muttering to yourself, “he better not have found Aaron Tveit again,” before taking another sip of your High Noon. The spark of grapefruit flavour hits the back of your tongue and you pinch your lips together, swiping at your lower lip with the tip of your tongue. Drops of condensation roll down the can, making your hand wet and you wipe your palm on the fabric of your dress, already a little sticky with sweat.

Bored without Mat, you reply to the group chat and scroll through Instagram, double tapping on a photo Sofia posted of Olivia and commenting a string of heart eyes emojis. While you’re on your phone, the band takes the stage, a group of older men that have clearly been on the circuit for a while now. You start to swipe over to the phone app, ready to call Mat and find out where he went, when another man comes out onto the stage - this one much younger, much more handsome, and much more familiar to you.

“What?” The shocked gasp falls out of your mouth and either you’re louder than you thought or Mat just has radar to tell where you are at any given moment, because he looks over as he’s adjusting the guitar strap on his shoulder and winks at you, his mouth curling up in that familiar cocky smirk you know and love.

Mat’s been fooling around on the guitar for years now and he’s gotten half-way decent in that time, but you had no idea he was feeling confident enough to play in front of a packed bar. Or that he knew the band well enough to ask or be asked to join.

The lights over the stage dim and brighten simultaneously and the band gets into position, drumsticks clicking together to signify the start of the set. In your excitement and rush to grab your phone so you can record Mat, you nearly knock over your drink, catching it at the last second. Mat grins at you again and tucks a piece of hair behind his ear, looking down at the guitar to position his fingers. You cover your mouth with your free hand to muffle the excited noises that start when the band begins to play - you want to make sure that the video you record has Mat’s playing, not your squeaks and cheers. He looks a little nervous at the start, focused intently on her fingers and the guitar strings, but as the song goes on, Mat gets more into it and relaxes.

The phone shakes in your hand a little from your excitement and the inevitability of you bouncing a bit on the balls of your feet as you get into the music too. Mat’s hair falls over his forehead and curls around his ears, long at his neck, and a flush of heat spreads through your stomach. He’s stupidly attractive up on stage, playing his guitar, and you’re ready to jump him. You lean up a little on your toes to get a better angle, the hem of your dress fluttering around your thighs. Mat looks up while he plays and spots you again. You move your hand from your mouth and grin brightly at him. He responds with another delighted smirk, shaking his hair out of his face.

Around you, the crowd is into the cover, singing along when they know the lyrics and dancing in that lazy way people dance in dive bars. You catch a few mentions of Mat’s name, eyes landing on a handful of younger girls that are staring openly at him and recording. You bite down on your lower lip to prevent the self-satisfied smirk from forming. There’s something extremely satisfying knowing that all these girls are thirsting over Mat, but you get to go home with him.

Mat shakes his hair back again and scrunches his nose up while he plays and the girl closest to you nearly yelps, “fuck, he’s so hot with that hair.”

Her friend chimes in with, “it’s giving Nathan Scott season four minus the depression.”

The first girl replies, “it’s going to be such a crime when he has to cut it for the season.” She’s not wrong - you always hate when Mat does the Lou-approved chop at the end of the summer.

You muffle a laugh behind your hand and focus on Mat’s playing. The song winds down and his grin is immediate and genuine. He shakes the hands of each of the guys and claps them on the back before wandering off the stage. You stop the recording and set your phone back down on the table, clapping and cheering along with the crowd. The band starts back up again and you bounce on the balls of your feet, waiting for Mat to find you.

He ducks through the crowds, still grinning, and appears in front of you suddenly. Before he can say a word, you throw yourself at him, locking your arms around his neck and slanting your lips over his. One of Mat’s arms wraps around your lower back, holding you flush against the front of his body. You grin against his mouth - he tastes like peach flavored High Noon, chapstick, and the salt of his sweat. Mat’s tongue swipes against your lower lip, encouraging you to open your mouth and you do, deepening the kiss and twisting your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck, tugging gently. He groans against your mouth, the sound swallowed up by your lips. The kiss lingers and fades out as you pull back for air, but then Mat ducks forward and kisses you softly. Your forehead rests against his and you exhale a little giggle.

“Hi, babe,” he laughs, whole face crinkled up in delight when he pulls back, one arm still looped around your waist. You can feel his hand tremble against your waist, betraying nerves or leftover adrenaline from his stint on stage.

“Oh my god! You loser!” You laugh, pushing at his shoulder with the palm of your hand. Mat grabs your wrist with lightning quick reflexes and flexes his fingers around your wrist, tightening gently before he brings your hand to his mouth to kiss your pulse point. Your breath stutters in your chest, but you continue, “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me you were going to play!”

Still holding your wrist, Mat steps closer and shakes his head. “I wasn’t planning on it. I went to the bathroom, sort of got talking with the band,” he shrugs, “it just happened.”

“It just happened!” you echo on a laugh. “Well you were amazing.”

“Thanks,” Mat ducks his head, ears going a little pink underneath his hair. He releases your wrist and scrapes his hand through his hair, the sweaty strands holding in place. Your back bumps against the wall and you realize Mat’s still crowding your body, one muscled thigh in between your legs. You hook an ankle around his, dragging his leg a little closer and the faint smile on his lips becomes more salacious, hungry. He leans his hand against the wall next to your head, caging you in. Your stomach flips and heat coils low, throbbing between your legs.

Your tongue darts out and licks your lower lip and Mat’s gaze traces the movement, eyes darkening in a familiar way. His palm is flat over the curve of your hip, but his fingers curl up a little, capturing the cotton fabric of your dress and tugging the fabric up a little. A flutter of a breeze hits your upper thigh.

“Maybe you should quit hockey,” you giggle a little, blinking lazily, “and play guitar full time.”

“Yeah?” Mat raises an eyebrow. “Don’t think amateur guitar playing is as lucrative as professional hockey.” His fingers twist in your dress more, making you glad that he has you backed against the wall and blocked with his body. He leans in, pressing his leg against your inner thigh, knocking it out an inch or so, widening your stance. Your entire body flushes with heat and it has nothing to do with the humid bar atmosphere.

Your head lolls back, hitting lightly against the wall, and you hum. “It’s really fucking hot though,” you murmur, tipping your head up so you can press a kiss to the edge of his chin. “All that fingering,” you giggle the innuendo, finding it cheesy even as you say it.

Mat huffs a laugh against your temple. His fingers loosen their grip in the fabric of your dress, letting the damp and sure to be wrinkled fabric fall back against your thigh. “I already have a fingering side-gig,” he informs you, his hand slipping underneath the hem of your dress. He presses the pads of his fingers up against the soaked fabric of your panties and you gasp, jolting your hips forward. He strokes the fabric slowly, dropping kisses against your temple and down the side of your face. He works you over through the fabric, sticky arousal collecting between your legs. The lace surely can’t be doing much at this point and Mat’s fingers slide over your inner thighs. His calloused fingertips catch and snag on the lace, stuttering his work and making your clit throb.

“I can’t believe I’m gonna let you touch me after that line,” you laugh, choking off into a little gasp when Mat snaps the elastic of your panties against the crease of your thigh.

“You started it,” he reminds you, a cocky smirk gracing his lips. His forehead touches yours as his fingers continue their exploration, trailing up and dipping under the waistband of your panties. Your stomach clenches when he stops inches from where you really want him and you bump his nose with yours. “You’re not supposed to start things you can’t finish,” he warns, pressing closer to you, sliding his fingers lower. Your skin is hot, sweat beading at your hairline from the effort of keeping your legs from trembling.

You let out a harsh exhale. “Mat,” you mumble his name, grabbing at his wrist with both hands, trying to force his hand lower. He shakes his head against yours and doesn’t budge, your muscle strength no match for his. “We’re in public.” As if to punctuate your sentence, the drummer goes into a solo, the beat of the sticks on the drums pounding in time with your heart.

His fingers curl briefly and then they’re gone, leaving you cold and hot and frustrated. “Okay,” he says, shrugging. There’s an infuriating smirk on his face when you manage to look up. “I’ll behave.” He flips the hem of your dress down and smooths his palm over the fabric.

“I…what…Mat!” You stutter, the throbbing between your legs pounding in time with your heart. “You can’t just…” your voice trails off and you press your thighs together - or try to at least - Mat’s muscled leg is still in between yours and prevents you from giving yourself any relief.

Your absolute menace of a boyfriend holds his index finger - the one that had just been making a home in between your legs and is still wet with your arousal - up to his lips and shushes you. “Shh, I’m trying to listen to the music,” he smirks, sliding his other hand down the wall behind you and wrapping it around your shoulders, easily manhandling you so your back is leaning against his chest while he leans against the wall. You’re so stunned by the delayed pleasure that you don’t resist at all. Mat reaches around you and picks up your half-empty High Noon and knocks it back, holding the can lightly and sliding his arm from around your shoulders to wrap around your waist, forearm pressed against your stomach. His broad palm rests on your opposite hip, blunt nails scratching lightly and absently.

He hums along to the music in your ear and you sink back against his chest, still frustrated, muttering, “I can’t believe you shushed me.” Mat exhales a little laugh and kisses the side of your neck, scraping his teeth against your pulse point. Your head suddenly feels too heavy for your neck and you drop it back against his shoulder, giving Mat easier access to kiss your cheekbone. “Take me home,” you whine quietly, silently willing Mat’s hand to drift lower, but it remains stubbornly planted on the jut of your hip bone.

Mat’s nose bumps against your temple and you catch the scent of his cologne, mixed with the citrusy sweet alcoholic scent of the High Noon on his breath. He lazily rolls his hips forward, the hard bulge of his erection pressing against the curve of your ass. You grind back against him, whining low in the back of your throat. “Mat, please, I wanna go home,” you mumble, the vibration of the music rattling through your chest. Your hands wrap around Mat’s forearm, squeezing. “C’mon, take me to bed.”

“Babe,” Mat’s arm tightens around you, pulling you harder against his erection. You push your ass into him again, nearly grinding over the thigh that’s still in between your legs, desperate for relief. He holds you in place. “Thought we were in public?” His voice is slightly strangled, his breathing hitching when you press back harder, slipping a hand behind your back and in between your bodies. It takes a second, but you manage to wiggle your hand into place, pressing the heel of your palm, hard, against the fly of his jeans. Mat sucks in a sharp breath and he pinches your hip in warning, his head dipping down and his teeth sinking into the side of your neck in a matching warning nip. You hiss at the sting of his teeth, knowing there’s going to be a mark there in the morning when he sucks gently at the spot, tracing his tongue over the faint impressions of his teeth.

“We don’t have to be,” you murmur, brushing your knuckles against the ridge of his erection. “You have a very nice car that can get us home in twenty minutes.”

Mat’s breath is harsh in your ear, the empty can in his hand making a crunching noise when he crumples it in his fist. Your arm is starting to go a little numb, twisted behind your back and pressed in between your bodies, and you’re desperately hoping Mat gives up and gives in to what you want soon. His hand flexes over your hip and you grind down on his thigh again, hiccuping a breath at the drag of his jeans and your lacy panties over your swollen clit. Faintly, you wonder if you’re causing a scene, if people are watching you both, but Mat’s hands aren’t anywhere they shouldn’t be and your grind on his thigh could easily be mistaken for drunken dancing.

“Think you can wait twenty minutes, babe?” Mat jerks his hips into your ass, tossing the can back onto the table top and wrapping his other arm around your stomach so you’re caged against him. You wiggle your hand out from behind your back just before it’s completely lost feeling. “Moving pretty good on my thigh,” he bounces it lightly, sending shockwaves up your spine. “Think you could get off like this?”

Yes, is your immediate thought.

You have and can use Mat’s thick, muscled thigh to get yourself off. Most recently two nights ago, lazily grinding yourself over him on the couch while half-heartedly watching a movie. But tonight, with alcohol and lust fogging your brain and the image of Mat’s capable fingers working the guitar strings, you don’t want his thigh.

“Wan’ your fingers,” you turn your head and press the tip of your nose against the side of his neck, nuzzling him. He smells so fucking good. Mat chuckles, kissing your forehead. “You’re so good with your fingers.” Your hands cross your stomach, covering his hands, and you play with his fingers, lacing them with yours.

“You’re good at getting what you want,” Mat grins and you can feel the lift of his cheek against the side of your head. He squeezes you in a hug once, tightly, before loosening his grip. “You gotta walk in front of me to the car, babe. Hide the evidence of what you do to me, don’t wanna get in trouble.”

Your heart kicks up its tempo in your chest and you lift your head from Mat’s shoulder. “Home?” You ask brightly, wiggling and turning in Mat’s arms, your own coming up to loop around his neck.

“Yeah, home,” he laughs, smirking, cupping your cheek with one large hand and dragging your face up to his for a deep kiss. His hips roll mindlessly against yours and you lift higher on your toes to press flush against him, the throbbing between your legs building. When he breaks the kiss off, there’s a mischievous little gleam in his eyes and a slightly mean curl to his lips. “But you don’t get to touch. I’m gonna practice on you, okay, babe?” He taps his fingertips against your cheek, “just these. Gonna practice my finger placement.” Mat’s eyes are dark, pupils blown wide with lust, obscuring the usual hazel-green color.

Your head bobbles up and down in an agreeable nod. You’ll agree to almost anything just to get Mat’s fingers inside your throbbing cunt. You also know that he’s a total softie and as much as he tries to act stern and tough, once you get into bed with him it’s only a matter of time before he gives up the act and gives you whatever you want. Honestly, you’re both too horny for each other to really commit to the bit. Plus, you roll your hips up into Mat’s, based on the rock hard erection he’s sporting, you’re not even sure Mat’ll be able to keep to the promise of giving you only his fingers.

His hand slides back from your cheek and tangles in the messy bun knotted at the nape of your neck, gently pulling so your face tilts up. “Let’s get out of here,” he grins, kissing the corner of your mouth and turning you around swiftly, one hand resting on your lower back to push you in front of him and through the crowd. You reach back and tangle your fingers with his free hand, a zap of excitement running up your spine when Mat’s hand slides lower and grabs a handful of your ass.

You’re navigating the crowd with Mat hot on your heels, purposely stepping on the backs of your sandals and laughing when you whip your head around to glare at him. His hand flexes against your lower back, warm through the cotton, and he uses his hand in yours to pull you back slightly so your ass bumps against his groin. “Gotta move a little faster, babe,” he teases.

“You’re a fucking menace, Mathew,” you grumble, a laugh startling out of your chest when Mat finally urges you out the front door and crowds you up against the front of the bar. Heat pools low in your stomach and you lick your lower lip reflexively. Mat grins down at you and ruffles a hand through his hair. It’s messy, the little wings sticking out around his ears and neck, and all you want to do is tangle your fingers in it and pull while he eats you out. And you tell him so, watching with delight as his eyes glaze over a little and his mouth goes slack.

“Why the fuck are we still standing here then?” He asks, voice a little strangled.

A giggle slips past your lips. “You tell me, Van Halen.” Your hands slide up Mat’s arms and over his shoulders so your fingers can twist in his hair. Mat hisses when you tug gently. “Why aren’t we in the car or at home where you can get those talented fingers knuckle deep in me?”

Mat groans your name and drops his forehead to your shoulder, growling a little against your overheated skin. His hands slide to your waist, gripping tightly. You grin wickedly, even though he can’t see it, and tug his hair again. “If you get me home soon, I’ll show off my skills,” you murmur into his ear, tongue darting out to trace the shell of his ear.

“Fuck,” Mat grunts, grabbing your hand and nearly yanking your shoulder out of its socket with the force of pulling you down the street to his parked car. Your giggles echo around the quiet street, the humid air enveloping you and making your hair frizz around your temples. At the car, Mat pushes you up against the side, grasping your chin in one hand and kisses you, hard and bruising, his tongue dipping in your mouth. His other hand slides up your dress and he presses his thumb against your clit, the rasp of the lace on your clit providing extra simulation. Your knees go weak and you moan into his mouth, flattening your palms against the side of the car for stability. A rush of heat floods between your legs and the longer Mat’s lips are on yours, the wetter you get. At this point you’re not sure if it’s sweat or arousal that’s dripping down the inside of your thighs. He slides his tongue over your lower lip and rubs his fingers against your damp panties again, eliciting a strangled noise from the back of your throat.

When Mat breaks the kiss, pulling back from your face and breathing heavily, you blink up at him, completely dazed and lust drunk. He kisses the tip of your nose and squeezes the inside of your thigh and you giggle, unable to stop the words from slipping out of your mouth, “are you gonna play Wonderwall before or after I get my orgasms?”

A laugh barks out of Mat’s mouth and he pinches your ass cheek, making you squeal. “Just for that, it’s gonna be before,” he laughs again, reaching behind you to pull open the passenger door. You fold into the seat, making sure to flash Mat a little before yanking the door shut and grinning at him from behind the window.

“Who’s the menace now, babe?” Mat sticks his tongue out at you, laughing, his eyes dancing with mischief.

“Still you,” you tease back, wrinkling your nose at him, knowing he’s going to be so worked up the more you poke fun at him. “Now get in the car, I’m gonna put Wonderwall on so we can get straight to the fingering practice when we get home.”

#mat barzal #mat barzal x reader #mat barzal x you #mat barzal fic #new york islanders

[bridgertonandchocolate]

While my account lately has been Bridgerton dominant I do have other things I obsess over. One of them is musical theater. And the man, the myth, the legend Aaron Tveit is probably my favorite performer ever. And he’s back in Moulin Rouge on Broadway so I made poor life decisions and went to the show shortly after his return. And if anything he’s even better than he was before. It’s astounding.

Anyway while I love MR the Broadway musical and the movie there are some key differences that I have liked and disliked. Here’s some of them (SPOILERS AHEAD: YOU’VE BEEN WARNED):

1. Like - the change for Christian to be a songwriter and Latreuc (pardon my poor spelling) to be the play writer. They really gave Latreuc more of a backstory and character in the Broadway show as compared to the movie where there just isn’t too much.

2. Like - the family feel of the club. In the movie it seems like there’s a lot of animosity among the people of the Moulin Rouge and in the show you see that a smidge, but throughout you really get the feel that they are all they have in the world and they genuinely love each other. Especially the Nini/Satine relationship.

3. Like/Dislike - this is a rough one for me. And I think it depends on who is playing Satine in the show. In the movie she really is just looking to become a “real actress” whereas show Satine is looking to better her life and the lives of everyone at the Moulin Rouge. So you see her giving into the Duke a little more than you do in the movie. Because he’s promising her a better life than she has. But in the show I feel like if the emotions aren’t played in a certain way you don’t sympathize with her but that’s just my opinion.

5. Dislike - the ending. Channeling the Duke in the movie “I don’t like this ending”. The movie ending is quite different from the production. In the movie Christian returns and pays Satine for her “services”. In the show Christian is pretty dark and murderous. In the movie they reunite and in the show that part is pretty similar but then the Duke continues to try to kill Christian with a gun but in the show Christian has the gun and is going to kill himself in front of Satine. I just hate it. I don’t know if they changed it so there was still a gun involved or what. But it makes Christian seem very unstable and almost that his love was such a fantasy or infatuation. In the movie the Duke parting ways with the club is shown and it’s not in the production. The Duke gives satine flowers the night of the performance and she tells him off, but he has a line saying basically she is still his and always will be and that’s it. It’s just a really missed moment. There is no severing the ties with the Duke.

5. Like - the change in the Duke. Show Duke is hot. It makes it more believable and tempting for Satine to stay with the Duke as opposed to the movie when it seems like such an easy decision. Show Duke is also way crazier and more dangerous than movie Duke. I love when someone plays the Duke absolutely batshit crazy.

All this to say that MR on Broadway is hands down the best production I’ve ever seen. From the minute you step into the theater you’re transported to a different world. It is such an experience. And I adore going and notice new things every time. Even though my biggest disappointment is the ending of the show I will never not go. Although I will say I have never not seen Aaron Tveit in the role of Christian. Every time I’ve gone he’s been on and I can’t bring myself to see anyone else. So be sure to catch him for his limited run until April 9th. You won’t be disappointed.

#moulin rogue broadway #moulin rouge #christian the composer #satine moulin rouge #christian moulin rouge #aaron tveit

[universesinhermind]

Oooh, Moulin Rouge OUAT? What's going on there? Is it Rumbelle?

It’s Rumbelle, yes!!! It’s Moulin Rouge in the sense that I cannot get Aaron Tveits voice out of my head and now my brain cannot stop. Kind of the vibe of a relationship that cannot happen due to money and politics but happens anyway. It isn’t necessarily a retelling. I just love the vibe

Basically Belle goes to Regina needing money. Regina gives it to her on the condition Belle work off her debt. But it would kind of be impossible. Gold hates this. So he essentially pays for an assignation for belle to return home with him for a few months as his submissive. like pays for it at a big auction and belle has heard nothing but horrible things about him. At the end of the three months belle is completely free. But we all know where that’s gonna go. Kinky and lots of mutual pinning. Lots of belle wishing she was back home but not wanting to leave Gold. It’s gonna be good. It’s still definitely in the works though. Debating what time period I want it in cause while it’s based on that time period I don’t necessarily want to write in it, if that makes sense.

[mikrowrites]

•aaron tveit headcanons•

a/n: aight guys I’m not dead! i haven’t really had the time to write much, but aaron tveit lives in my heart rent free so here’s these dumb kinda specific really long headcanons:

so you both probably met pretty early into aaron’s career

it’s probably safe to say both of you would have the same if not similar careers, broadway and acting

and though aaron was lucky enough to get his big break, you had unfortunately not (yet) and had to wait tables for a couple years after college

(insert waitress/customer troupe here)

you worked at a restaurant close to the theatre district after undergrad and aaron was starring in Hairspray

the boy saw you and was w h i p p e d

would come to the restaurant like 4 days a week

kinda creeped you out ngl

finally got the balls to actually start a conversation and boom: instant friends

and you guys were friends for a while! dumbass and chaotic conversation was a YES

“did you know barcodes scan the white space and not the black lines”

“WAIT WHAT??”

“how many orders of fries would put me in the er?”

“uhhh... 30”

you first caught feelings when aaron invited you to see him as Fiyero in Wicked

was it his amazing talent and charm? or was it his tight pants? you’d never tell

but nevertheless, oh shit! the friends to lovers troupe!

aaron is a manly man™️ and will always say he asked you out first

which is somewhat true, but you always argue the dinner you took him to after that show was the first date

because that’s when you first kissed him

and just like that! he asks you out!

first date is literally a d r e a m

no romantic dinner, no dress and tux

there was wine tho

you and aaron watched a Yankees game and got drunk off your asses laughing and screaming at the tv and annoying aaron’s roommate

did it end with both of you passed out on his couch cuddling? maybe it did

best. first. date. ever.

the second date WAS a nicer one, going out to eat and wandering the streets of New York City

and yes, some dates were ABSOLUTELY a par 9 on a golf course

you didn’t really put a label on your relationship for a while

because aaron’s career began to take off with next to normal and you finally got your big break on a national tour!

it was pretty bittersweet, though

you and aaron had a healthy conversation about your relationship, and decided you weren’t quite dating yet, but still talking. you guys wanted to see if you could manage the whole “gone for months at a time” thing

and you could!

skype, texting, and random 1 am phone calls

one time you feel asleep during one of the calls, and aaron just smiled and watched you sleep (not in a creepy way guys)

when you came back from tour you’d think you had come home from war

he all but tackles you into a hug, and kisses you

“let’s make this work”

so lo and behold! you were dating!

takes you to meet his family on thanksgiving

they love you

attending the tonys together, which was basically the first time you two confirmed a relationship

he said “I love you” first

a couple years would go by, catch me if you can and such, and you make your broadway debut!!

you’re def a triple threat

aaron’s so gushy about it, constantly brags about you

rumor has it he cried watching the opening night, denies it every time

literally glued to you for the entire after party, he’s just seriously so proud and in love awwh

and then he books les miz and graceland

you’re unable to travel to London w him since you’re in your own show, and it hits both of you hard

so what does this mfer do?

it’s the morning he leaves for shooting and you’re dropping him off at the airport

“hey when i get back from filming wanna get married?”

“sure”

totally gave you a little prize machine plastic ring at the airport

you guys are literally SO NONCHALANT about it as everyone around you goes insane

“i’m engaged, i guess”

the internet blows up because they actually can’t figure out if you guys are serious or not

don’t worry, aaron actually proposed properly with a proper ring eventually

you still wear the plastic ring on a chain around your neck for a while tho

you both decide to get an apartment together

domestic couple things

Your neighbors probably hate you from the amount of times you both have “sing-offs”

slow dancing in the kitchen, laundry day, watching football games together gets aggressive

i firmly believe that you aren’t a Dallas Cowboys fan

the biggest fights you have honestly is about the NFL

in all seriousness there is still small conflict every once in a while, but you both are fantastic at communication

attending the oscars with aaron

“yeah but lOoK aT mY BeAuTiFuL FiAnCeE”

you’d be lying if watching the oscars performance didn’t turn you on a bit

but ANYWAYS

you guys get married!

it’s definitely not a huge fancy wedding, just friends and family

you know for a FACT he’d sing “marry me a little” at the reception he so would

you guys dance all night

it’s adorable, his hand literally never leaves yours

you end up with a sinus infection from all the cake frosting he smears on your face

aaron felt really bad for it, so like a good wife you hold it over him for eternity

“remember that time we missed our flight to Belize because we were in the ER-“

“OH MY GOD—“

went to Belize to honeymoon eventually anyways

aaron was very much like that one john mulaney sketch

“that’s my wife!”

“hey! have you met my wife yet?”

“i love my wife”

life goes on for you two, you remain hopping from broadway show to show

aaron ends up working on his acting career more

lots of time apart, but that just makes the time together more precious

adorable phone contact names

“wifey❤️” and “hubby❤️”

you were on set a lot for rehearsals of Grease Live

you actually helped assist in some of the choreography from time to time

impromptu golf cart rides

and you get to watch it live! like, you were AT the carnival on the set!

you’re just really proud of your mans :,)

family and friends keep pestering you both to have kids

so you adopt a dog (MILES BBY I LOVE YOU)

also as a side note, you love Braindead

you laughed HYSTERICALLY during the salami sex scene

aaron filmed it and posted it on twitter

fast forward, you get offered to help choreograph a new show! woah! and you’d get to swing for it!

it’s super top secret tho, and you literally cannot tell aaron

you do eventually relent the information that you’re working on a new show, and the man doesn’t pry. he’s respectful like that.

you meet the team, and boy you are IN LOVE

auditions are fun, creating the choreo is exhilarating

you don’t hear about casting much at all tho

so when aaron walks into the studio you both immediately freeze

“wait what the f—“

“I KNEW IT!”

yup. you both were working on Moulin Rouge! and had NO clue

you both share (1) braincell

the lab went great, and soon you were on your way to Boston!

you HATE aaron’s longer hair, mostly because he won’t let you mess with it >:(

he eventually relents, and you teach him the secrets of “the man bun™️”

you also braid it a lot

“ow!”

“stop being a pussy about it”

or

“your hair’s the money maker don’t make me shave it in your sleep”

performing with your husband is a dream

sneaking looks on stage

aaron calls your frustrated choreo-instruction voice “mom voice” and the rest of the cast picks up on it

“no, it’s 7, 8! Up on 3, down on 5, 6, spin 7,8!”

“ok, mom!”

“SHUT UP, AARON!”

then broadway!!

the ricky-aaron lives

you had to go on for nini one performance and ricky teased aaron ALL DAY

you were totally in on it too

but aaron isn’t really the jealous type. he knows you are so in love with him, the same way he is in love with you

so basically he knew it was all fun and games

shenanigans backstage

one time during intermission you convinced aaron to give you a piggyback ride the ENTIRE 15 MINUTES

“hey aaron nice backpack”

small talk between scenes

like aaron would be sprinting to his next cue and you’d just

“i’m ordering domino’s for dinner pepperoni or sausage?”

“PEPPERONI!”

you both drink too much iced coffee, like people are actually concerned for you both

neither of you are party-ers really, but you can GET DOWN

i am convinced aaron can cook

like if he’d have a day off, you’d come home from an evening performance with a cooked meal and two wine glasses

never candles tho

not after the valentine’s day incident

BUT TO SUM IT ALL UP

y’all are cute :,)

#aaron tveit x reader #aaron tveit imagine #aaron tveit imagines #aaron tveit headcanons #aaron kyle tveit x reader

[barricadebops]

I like the Moulin Rouge musical more than the movie (please don't come for me I'm also sensitive)

I don't know if you're talking to me specifically or the people who'll see this post, but if it's me, then don't worry lmao I'm not going to attack you over your opinion on a matter like this. Is this an unpopular opinion? I thought most in the theatre community believed the stage musical is better than the movie. If not, I guess my opinion then is the popular one, but anyways. My unpopular opinion is the opposite of yours, so I'm not sure which is the actual unpopular opinion, lmao.

Unpopular opinion: I prefer the Moulin Rouge movie leagues better than the stage musical. Don't get me wrong, the stage musical is good too and I absolutely love Aaron Tveit, but there's just something so irreplaceable to me about Ewan McGregor and Nicole Kidman. Their chemistry was really good, and I kind of liked Ewan McGregor's voice for Christian better, especially in "El Tango de Roxanne."

(That being said, I still think Aaron Tveit absolutely deserves to win that Tony!!)

(Also feel like I'm about to get a lot of hate for this opinion.)

#annie's answers

[roukabi]

the tonys are tomorrow, or as i like to call them, “the night in which hadestown unfortunately loses its crown of being best musical”. idk if i’ll watch, since the real performances and 3 most anticipated awards are at 9 on a school night. So anyway, here are my predictions that nobody asked for. 

Disclaimer: I’m only doing the musicals bc I don’t know what the plays are about and therefore cannot judge them.

Best Musical: Jagged Little Pill. i hate jlp but this is something the tonys would do. the show is ~inclusive~ and ~progressive~. even though. yknow. they dont acknowledge enbys like me. and the bi person is a stereotype. and they handle mental illness weirdly.

Best Book of a Musical: Jagged Little Pill. Same reasons as above. Tina is a close second.

Best Performance by a Leading Actor in a Musical: Reeve Carney Aaron Tveit. I know this isn’t his strongest performance but if he doesn’t get a tony i will bite and chomp and maim.

Best Performance by a Leading Actress in a Musical: Adrienne Warren. It’d be a very Tony Awards thing to do to make Karen win, but she’s 100% out of the picture. Not even attending or watching the show. I enjoyed Warren’s performance in Tina more than I did Elizabeth Stanley’s in jlp.

Best Performance by a Featured Actor in a Musical: Danny Burstein. I’ve been kinda tongue-in-cheek with these but for this one, I genuinely hope Danny gets a Tony. He deserves it. He brings a lot of character and depth to Zidler. It’s a crime they didn’t nominate Tam Mutu, though. Despite the Duke’s songs, he’s quite terrifying.

Best Performance by a Featured Actress in a Musical: Lauren Patten or Celia Rose Gooding. It’ll go one way or the other: Patten wins if the tonys don’t know about/ignore the enbyphobia. Gooding wins if the tonys do know about the enbyphobia and therefore pretend that Patten doesn’t exist.

Best Scenic Design of a Musical: Derek McLane (Moulin Rouge!). Have you seen what the Al Hirschfeld looks like? The stage is incredible.

Best Costume Design of a Musical: Catherine Zuber (Moulin Rouge!). Come on. It’s either Satine’s gorgeous, wonderful dresses or boring normal jlp/tina clothes. It’s impossible to screw this one up.

Best Lighting Design of a Musical: Justin Townsend (Moulin Rouge!). The usage of green (chandelier) to red (roxanne) to blue (the dialogue scene directly afterward) slaps. But even if jlp wins this one, Justin Townsend will still have an award, i guess.

Best Sound Desing of a Musical: Peter Hylenski (Moulin Rouge!) Tina is second place. But MR’s got some good music, too.

Best Direction of a Musical: Diane Paulus (Jagged Little Pill). Because the show’s ~progressive~ and all.

Best Choreography: Sonya Tayeh (Moulin Rouge!). The Backstage Romance tango is all the evidence you need.

Best Orchestrations: Justin Levine, with Katie Kresek, Charlie Rosen and Matt Stine (Moulin Rouge!). Come on now. 80 songs meshed into one musical? Try beating that one. 

It’s funny that i said jlp was gonna get the Best Musical prize and then gave everything else to Moulin Rouge. admittedly, i do like Moulin Rouge best. Yeah it’s not the best but i like the songs :)

so yeah. very worried abt this year but hopefully things will turn out okay <3

#if moulin rouge doesn't perform Roxanne i will slaughter someone #if you want to add to this post with your own thoughts just keep it civil #tony awards #rook roars!

[sinofwriting]

Wizard of OZ - Aaron Tveit

Notes/Warnings: Trans Reader, Deadnaming, Slight Homophobia and Transphobia. Please be careful reading this. 

Words: 2,676

Y/N glared at the door, hoping that who ever was knocking could feel it. She had hoped to get unpacked completely in one day, so she could start her new job with barely any stress, but it didn’t seem that was going to happen. 

Clambering to her feet, she winced when her knees popped. Walking over to her front door, she unlocks it before opening it. 

The man in front of her smiles at her, “the landlord told me I had a new neighbor.” He nods his head towards the door across the hall. “Just wanted to say hi. Introduce myself.” 

She nods, wiping her hands on her jeans, before extending her right. “My names, Y/N.” 

He’s quick to shake her hand, “Aaron. When did you move in?” He laughs seeing her confused expression, “sorry, I’ve been out of town for the past month, work.” He explains, with a shrug. 

She nods, shifting to lean against the doorframe when she sees his shoulders drop, tension leaving him. “I moved in today.” 

Aaron nods, the boxes he’s able to see slightly making sense and despite being tired and still smelling like an airport, he offers anyway. “Do you need help with anything?” 

She shakes her head, “no, thank you though. The movers put everything where I wanted. It’s just a matter of unpacking all the small stuff.” 

He nods, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “Well, I’m a few steps away if you do need help with anything.” 

She watches him walk into his apartment, before going back inside her own and shutting the door. 

Two weeks later, Aaron watches with a concerned face, as he sees Y/N struggling to get her door open, as someone talks her ear off through the phone. The conversation can’t be good, considering that she keeps wincing every few seconds and letting out light sighs.

Moving from his doorway, he smiles at her, before taking her keys, and unlocking the door for her. Giving her back her keys, he pushes the door open for her. Expecting just a small smile from her, he’s surprised when she motions for him to come in with her. 

Closing the door behind them, he admires the apartment, that admittedly had the exact same layout as his. His eyes taken in the few photos on display, noticing that she’s in nearly every single one. He looks toward Y/N when he finally hears her speak. 

“Look, Mom, I have to go.” And before her mom can saying else, she ends the call with a sigh. She looks at Aaron with a sheepish smile. “Sorry about that.” 

“It’s okay.” He takes another look at the apartment, a grin growing on his face when he sees Les Miserables is sitting on her kitchen counter. “Fan?” He asks, pointing towards the book. 

She nods, “yeah. I’ve probably read that thing over a hundred times.” 

“It’s a good book.” 

He rocks on his heels, trying to contain his excitement. “Ever gotten to see the musical?” 

Y/N shakes her head, “Never had time. Nearly saw the movie that came out a few years ago.” 

He deflates at her answer, as much as he loved the book, he couldn’t help but love the musical more. He nearly breathed a sigh of relief when she said she had never seen the movie. “Maybe you’ll get to see it one day.” 

“Maybe,” she hums, taking off her jacket and hanging it over the back of a chair. “Would you like something to drink? I have beer.” She offers. 

He considers it for a moment, he didn’t have rehearsal the next day and a beer or two wouldn’t hurt him with how he was going. “Sure, what is it?” Aaron asks, as she pulls two out of her fridge. A laugh escapes him when she tells him, before handing over one of the bottles. Examining the bottle, he laughs again seeing that’s what they really called it. “Any good?”

“I like it enough, I prefer Guinness though.” 

Taking a sip, he’s pleasantly surprised by the flavor that touches his lips then tongue.

Y/N taps her fingers against the bottle, thinking about her favorite book. “Is it a good musical?” She asks, the man standing in her apartment seeming to have an opinion on it. 

He nods, “I liked it enough, it also depends on what production you go to though.” 

“Well, I hope it would be a good one, since it would be my first musical.”  

He coughs at that, the beer in his mouth, just barely being swallowed. “You’ve never been to a musical?” 

“Not anything since high school and that was enough to turn me off on the idea.” She tells him, a shudder going through her as she remembers how everyone was forced to sit and watch the disaster of a show the school put on. 

“What did they do?” 

“Wizard of OZ.” 

A groan leaves him, making her laugh. “Okay, I could maybe see why. My high school did that one too, and I’ll admit it wasn’t my favorite thing in the world.”

She takes another drink of her beer, “Did yours involve a weird orginal number that involved a safe sex talk that was horribly disguised by something else?” 

He puts his hands in the air, beer on the counter. “I think you win and I’d like to apologize on behalf of the theatre community for that.” He tries to keep a straight face, but his lips keep twitching upward. 

She rolls her eyes with a laugh, but nods. “Apology accepted.” 

It’s quiet for a few seconds, before he looks at her with a fake serious expression, eyes filled with mirth. “So, do you remember how the song went?” He laughs when she throws her bottle cap at him, barely managing to catch it. 

This continues for a month, every night before his off day, he goes to Y/N’s sometimes they drink a beer or two, others they get some takeout. For the amount of time their spending together, they don’t actually know much about each other. Always keeping things just a tiny bit personal, never develing into anything past highschool and never talking about family. 

In that month, Y/N noticed that Aaron had wandering eyes. He liked to examine everything, he was nice enough to always stay by the kitchen counters, sitting there with her or on the couch depending on the night. But with a laugh, she nods towards the shelf full of picture frames. “You can look. I’ll answer any questions about them too.” She adds. 

It barely takes him a second to stand up and another to walk over to them. He looks at all of them, with curious eyes. His eyes settle on one of the few that don’t include Y/N. “Who are these two?” He asks, picking up the picture frame, where an older woman in a wheelchair and boy probably in his last year of high school stand outside in an amazing garden. 

She doesn’t have to stand up, to know which picture he’s talking about. She could tell by the frame. Setting her beer down, she rubs her palms against her jeans, before walking over to him. She points at the woman, “That’s my grandma, a few weeks before she passed. This is the only photo I have of the two of us.” She doesn’t see the way Aaron looks at her when she tells him, to focused on looking at the only picture she could stand to see of herself before transitioning. 

“I’m sorry.” He tells her, gently setting the photo down. “I’m sure she would be happy to see who you are today.” 

Y/N smiles at him, “I know she is. She was the first person I told. And when my mom threw me out, she took care of me. Helped me get money to transition and everything. I was just about to start the transition when she passed.” 

He doesn’t say sorry again, he didn’t need to. And she seemed happy to talk about her grandma with someone. 

“I bet you were a lot like her.” He mumbles, when they sit on the couch again. 

She laughs, “Through and through. I always wanted to be her when I grew up and I think I got a lot of her personality.” 

“Did she also throw beer caps at her friends everytime she sees them?” Aaron jokes. 

“Nah, she did throw things though if she was pissed off at you. Broke a window once.” 

He makes a face at that, “I wouldn’t of wanted to piss her off.” 

“You would of been fine if you had, she liked pretty boys.” Y/N says, wiggling her eyebrows at the end, with a laugh. 

He nudges her, laughing. “Shut up.” 

A week later and her first time in Aaron’s apartment, a cookie in hand, she sighs. “Do you ever hate your job?” 

He stops what he was doing, bouncing the question around for a few seconds. “No, sometimes I’m tired of it, but that’s only because I’m exhausted.” 

She hums, “Sounds nice. I would rather be tired of it then hate it.” 

“Do you not like what you’re doing?” 

She shakes her head, “I do, it’s just there are times where I can’t think of why I’m doing it and then a week later I remember why.” 

He nods, before going back to flipping through the take out menus. “I get like that sometimes when I get a role and if I feel like I’m stuck because a director won’t give me what I need.” He waits with bated breath for her to freak out, demand to know what’s he been, what he does exactly, but he doesn’t get any of that. 

“I’m getting a bottle of wine from mine, since you have none. White or red?” She asks, standing up, from where she had been lounging on the couch. 

His reply comes out in broken fragments, and he watches her leave the apartment for a short minute in awe. 

Biting at his bottom lip, a few hours later, he curses. “Please pick up, please pick up.” He fights the urge to scream out a yes, when they pick up. 

“Hello?” 

“Eddie, how you doing?” 

The voice on the other line perks up, “Aaron! I’m doing good, home at the moment. What about you? Still in rehearsals?” 

“Yeah, I am. And I’m doing good, just have a quick question for you.” His voice is shaky, Eddie can hear it over the phone. 

“Some question if you stayed up to ask me it.” 

“Yeah.” Aaron breathes, squeezing his eyes shut for a few seconds, before opening them again. “How did you,” He clears his throat, “how did you know that you loved Hannah?” 

It’s silent on the other side for a moment. “I just knew, I think I knew a month after meeting her. She was just brilliant. Did you meet someone?” 

“I think I found my Cosette.” Aaron poorly jokes, hoping the bad joke will distract his friend, so he can freak out on his own. 

“More like your patria, if we’re going to go there.” Eddie mutters, before speaking louder. “Do you want to talk about it or do you want me to leave it alone?” 

He’s silent, unsure of what he wants. Eddie stays quiet, not wanting to pressure his friend into giving him an answer. “I want to talk about it.” He tells him, after taking a deep breath.

“She moved in over a month ago to my apartment building, and god, she’s stunning. We’ve been hanging out over at hers once a week, and tonight she was over at mine and I knew I liked her. But, I told her I acted, and she didn’t even blink or pause, didn’t even nod.” He runs his free hand through his hair, “she just asked me white or red for wine since I had none at mine.” He continues to ramble for a few more minutes, his mouth barely being able to keep up with his brain, as he describes Y/N. 

From the way her eyes light up when she gets excited to the way her brow furrows when she hears something that she doesn’t like. He tells Eddie every last detail. When he finishes, his throat feels dry and he has to thank everything that he doesn’t have rehearsals until the next day.

“You going to tell her?” 

Aaron hesitates, “maybe. I don’t know.” 

Eddie only hums, having felt this way when he met this wife. “Just think about it. Remember that I’m always here to talk if you need it.” 

He nods, “Yeah, of course. Thank you.” 

The call only lasts a minute more, before Aaron throws his phone on the couch and collapses in the chair beside it. Looking at the ceiling, his lips move forming words, but they never enter the air. With a sigh, he gets up from the chair, grabbing his phone and a water, he rushes out of the apartment. 

Y/N doesn’t see him for the next two weeks, not even glimpse. She almost thinks that maybe something happened to him, but shakes her head, when she sees a new preview for the musical he talked about being in. She was glad in the long run that he was busy rehearsing, since her mom had decided to visit on the third week of not seeing Aaron.

Wincing when her mom calls her Jake for what seems to be the hundredth time, she misses Aaron watching her with concern from his doorway. A frown takes over his features, when he hears the woman standing with Y/N, say the name Jake. It’s only when she responds to the name, that it clicks in his head. 

Stepping into the hallway, he closes his door behind him. He crosses over to the other side of the hallway, in a few steps. Taking her keys from her trembling hands, he opens the door for her. She squeezes his hand for a second, a silent thank you, that she doesn’t want to say out loud. He nods, sparing a glance at the woman who’s watching them interact with narrowed eyes. 

“Can I talk to you for a second?” He asks. 

The woman goes to interrupt, but Y/N answers before she can. “Yeah, I have a minute.” She turns around, “I’ll just be a minute.” 

“I didn’t come here to not spend time with you Jake.” 

“Please, it will only take a minute.” 

She nods, with a huff before disappearing into Y/N’s apartment. 

Aaron tilts his head towards his place, silently asking if they can talk there. She hesitates, but nods. “Everything okay?” Y/N asks, after he closes the door behind her. 

“I think I should be asking you that, Y/N.” He doesn’t fail to notice the relief on her face, when he uses her actual name. 

She nods, “I’m fine, my mom decided to visit is all.” 

“Does she do that often?” 

She sends him a fake smile, “Only when she wants to remind me that I’m a freak of nature.” 

“You aren’t.” He says quietly, not wanting to push, but also wanting her to know that he didn’t think any different of her. 

She nods with a sigh, “I know. She just refuses to accept that I’m a girl and I like guys. I don’t know what she finds worse sometimes.” 

“Can I hug you?” He asks after watching her for a few seconds, and not knowing what else to say. 

She nods, “I could use a hug.” 

He quickly wrapped his arms around her, a hand gently guiding her head to rest against his chest. The other moving in circles on her back. His grip tightening when she goes from having her arms loosely around him, to both her hands gripping his shirt tight. Body slightly shaking, as she gets her first hug from someone who meant something to her in years.

#aaron tveit imagine #aaron tveit x reader #tw deadnaming #tw transphobia #tw homophobia

[bapwoo]

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HEIGHT: 3 cm smaller than Changbin

PUT YOUR ITUNES/SPOTIFY ON SHUFFLE. WHAT ARE THE FIRST 4 SONGS THAT POPPED UP?

I do not have itunes nor spotify . . . . lol of course I will do it anyway

BTS Reflection

EXO Baby don’t cry

EXO El Dorado

Pentagon Shine

wow... that is so lame lol

GRAB THE BOOK NEAREST YOU AND TURN TO PAGE 23. WHAT’S LINE 17?

I have there only civil code of law here so it will be interesting lol (also bc I dunno how to translate law language in my language to english law language lol... so I asked google for a little help)

Against a person who invokes a residence registered in the public register, a legal person can not object having a real residence in another place.

EVER HAD A POEM OR SONG WRITTEN ABOUT YOU?

lol I wish

WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU PLAYED AIR GUITAR?

air guitar??? I guess never?

WHO IS YOUR CELEBRITY CRUSH?

AARON TVEIT!!!!!!!!!! (from women it is Hikari Mitshushima)

WHAT’S A SOUND YOU HATE + SOUND YOU LOVE?

I hate that screeching sound of cutlery on the plate and love the sound of waterfall

DO YOU BELIEVE IN GHOSTS?

yup

HOW ABOUT ALIENS?

nope

DO YOU DRIVE? IF SO, HAVE YOU EVER CRASHED?

I have a driving license... for few years... last time I drove? Those few years ago lol... so nope for both

WHAT WAS THE LAST BOOK YOU READ?

Uncommon Type by Tom Hanks

DO YOU LIKE THE SMELL OF GASOLINE?

yeeeeeeeeeeees

WHAT WAS THE LAST MOVIE YOU SAW?

Police Academy lol

WHAT’S THE WORST INJURY YOU’VE EVER HAD?

torn ligaments on my foot some long time ago... hurt like hell but did not go to the doctor’s lol... next day I was able to stand on one part of my foot, so then I was walking like an idiot but hey... I could walk without having a cast on it and without crutches... when it got better and I could walk normally it still hurt when I was walking for a long time... even after like half a year after the accident lol

DO YOU HAVE ANY OBSESSIONS RIGHT NOW?

*mystic messenger*

DO YOU TEND TO HOLD GRUDGES AGAINST PEOPLE WHO HAVE DONE YOU WRONG?

Sometimes... like right now it is one of my (now ex) BFFs... she behaved like a bitch, so fuck you... 

Note: I treasure friendship a lot... and in the past I picked wrong friends even tho they behaved like total bitches... I learned from it... so if you do not value my friendship... lol I am not gonna value you

IN A RELATIONSHIP?

sadly nope :’)

#of course you do not have to do it lololol #and thank u

[thewintersoldierdisaster]

the way that i’m so so close to finishing up this fic but the words are being annoying. anyway since i’ve got nothing for you today, i’ll post the opening paragraphs from the four fics that are in the works lol

you’ll notice that nothing has titles so if you guys have suggestions, i’m all ears! 🥰

untitled musician mat fic

When you look up from responding to a text and Mat’s nowhere to be found, you’re not really that surprised. He does this a lot - gets distracted and wanders off. Occasionally, he’ll be cornered by a fan, smiling gamely for a selfie and chatting for a bit. Every once in a while he gets roped into a game of pool, chatting with the random men like he’s known them for years. Once, and this one nearly killed you, he struck up a conversation with Aaron Tveit - your favorite Broadway star and secretly a man that you absolutely would use a hall pass on - without realizing that he was talking to someone more famous in certain New York circles than he is.

untitled summer-y domestic andrei fluff

The last week of August slides into Raleigh in a cloud of humidity and rain, forcing you and the kids inside for hours at a time. Andrei is lucky, he gets to leave for training and workouts, but you think you might lose it if you have to come up with another game that can be played within the wall of the house.

untitled brady gala blow job

“Hey, sweetheart.”

You look up from your phone, your personal space immediately taken up by Brady’s broad body. His Polo cologne fills your senses, mixing with the scent of whiskey on his breath. His hand is flat on the wall behind your head, arm stretched out to lean on. An amused smirk plays on his full lips and you resist the urge to kiss him. 

untitled getting railed in the lambo andrei smut (actually i lied this one is titled loverboy)

You yawn, your head rolling a little to the side and the top of it bumping slightly against the glass of the window. Maybe that third cocktail was a bad idea. You hate that you’re falling asleep so early on date night - they’re so rare during the season and you usually try to maximize your time with Andrei before he’s back at the rink or on the road. The glass is cool against your cheek and suddenly, Andrei’s hand is warm and heavy on your thigh.

#mat barzal #andrei svechnikov #brady skjei #hockey

[andcurioser]

Wassup, team. I was tagged by @grumblesandmumbles​ and @mickeyismyconstant​ many days ago to meme and here I am, arriving many minutes late with no Starbucks at all. What is my deal. 

Rules: Tag 20 amazing followers you would like to get to know better.  Let’s play. 

•Name/ Nickname: I go by Liz ‘round these parts. Technically my official nickname is a fucked up shortening of a misspelled classic name that confuses everyone. It’s good times. Hence me going by Liz here and at coffee shops. 

•Gender: Female

•Star sign: I’m a cusp baby! Gemini and Taurus. It’s a lot. 

•Height: 5′6 on a good day *glares at my mother. I was supposed to be 5′8.*

•Sexual orientation: bi bi, baby, baby, good biiiiiiiiii

•Hogwarts house: Listen. This is a whole thing. First of all, I emphatically do not believe in the house system. It’s terrible, it’s segregating, it’s a damn mess. But also I don’t fit into any one (nor should anyone? If you have to choose between being either brave, smart, evil (??), or just, idk, there and hungry, well, we’ve got problems). The old Pottermore put me in Ravenclaw, but then the new one just put me in Slytherin, and I don’t fucking know? I’m like a Slytherclawpuff. Fuck it. 

•Favorite color: Blue. I’m known for owning only blue things. I’m really trying to diversify, and lately purple’s become kind of my thing (mostly for purple hair reasons). But yeah, blue. . 

•Favorite animal: I used to have an ordered list of favourite animals. I no longer remember the exact order, but dolphins, bears, and wolves were definitely on it. Still, dogs are probably my forever faves. I’m a true crazy dog lady. 

•Average hours of sleep: Sleep is...what now? Honestly, who can fucking tell. I pass out at random hours, wake up, read some fic, half-pass out again, have weird dreams, wake up, it’s all a mess. I’m...not the poster child for healthy habits. 

•Cat or dog person: DOGS. This is a secret dog blog, people. 

•Favorite fictional characters: These questions always kill me. I have no one favourite. I could never. So how about we go with my current mood (as of spring of 2016...): who could have guessed how much I’d love Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes. How did this happen. I. Love. Them. 

•Number of blankets sleep with: one sheet, one comforter, sometimes a robe I sleep in for funsies. 

•Favorite singer/band: Mumford & Sons is my standard answer for this just because I consistently love them, but this is another one of those questions I can’t really answer definitively. There are a lot. I could listen to Aaron Tveit sing the damn phone book. 

•Dream trip: I’ve done some really great stuff that I’d honestly just like to do again. But if we’re talking new, I’d like to do Ireland properly, see the Northern Lights somewhere (Alaska, Iceland, or Scandinavia, all places I want to go to with or without the NL), and I want to hit up Australia and New Zealand. So. That was a lot of options. 

•Dream job: My dream job is getting to do whatever the fuck I want at any given moment for money. Obviously this is not a job. I hate adulting. 

•When was this blog created: God, i don’t know? I know I made it at some point, posted 5 times, forgot about it, and then rejoined in the spring of 2015 when I got into Shameless. Hey, that was actually a while ago now. Look at me go. 

•Current number of followers: Um. 10. Nah, but close. 146, I think? But they could easily all be pornbots. I’m telling you guys, when I say I’m small time, I mean business. How do y’all get thousands of followers, I don’t even understand. 

•When did your blog reach its peak: ...did you see my last answer? What do you think this place is? (In terms of actual activity, the peak was probably, hilariously enough, the immediate aftermath of The Cam Encounter. That was when I had the explosion of anons. It was unexpected and just as amusing in retrospect as it was at the time.). 

•What made you create this blog: In terms of actual creation, I probably just did it cause my LJ friends told me to. But I actually got it started because I wanted to get properly involved in the Shameless fandom (and fandom again in general), and everything had moved to tumblr by then. 

Errybody has done this by now, I’d imagine, but just for kicks I’ll tag @lesbianfreyja​, @jaxington​, @the-rat-wins​, @redexcess​, and @loftec​. If y’all have done this already, apologies. I was away from this place again and missed stuff. Anyway. Huzzah memes!

#meme me up scotty

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Tagged by: @infamouscabalbrothers​ (thank you!) Tagging: I’ve seen this going around a bit and I’m not sure who all’s done it, so consider yourself tagged if you haven’t :-)

FIRST NAME:   Mel FAVORITE FCS TO PLAY:  I like all my fcs a lot. Julia Jones is particularly expressive, which is great for me, although it can be hard to find quality gifs from her more obscure work. Idris, too, though he needs to be cast in more stuff where he isn’t wearing a suit, pls and thank FAVORITE SHIP YOU’VE EVER HAD:   Eilidh/Ames, surprising no one :-p but I’ve had a lot of wonderful ships here and on my other muses that have given me the chance to do some really fun writing. FAVORITE FANDOM YOU’VE BEEN IN:    I honestly just love being fandomless. I have too many Strong Opinions about most fandom things to have an easy time finding partners in fandoms I’m familiar with. FAVORITE SONG TO GIVE YOU MUSE:    For Eilidh I basically just put Hozier on in the background. I have other playlists for specific verses, but he’s my go-to for getting in the mood to write her in the mainverse. LEAST FAVORITE FCS TO PLAY/PLAY AGAINST:   Super popular ones are tough, because unless I’ve been following someone for a while and have a strong sense of their character, I’m usually going to see the actor before I register the character they’re being used for, which rather breaks immersion. There are also a few I won’t rp with either because of leftover bad associations or because of current good associations (like, I would have a SUPER hard time rping with another muse with Aaron Tveit’s face. I just cannot disassociate him from Ames). LEAST FAVORITE RP EXPERIENCE:    Oh, I have a list, but the one that hurt the most was when I was doing something a partner didn’t like, and they didn’t tell me. Just let me go on doing something they were uncomfortable with for months rather than communicate with me about it, so when they finally did say something, I felt like a complete jerk. That was worse than the shit I’ve dealt with from actual assholes. COMMUNICATE WITH YOUR PARTNERS, PEOPLE. PLEASE. LEAST FAVORITE GENRE OF WRITING:    I’m not a fan of kidfic, I guess? idk, there are a LOT of tropes I hate, but there are very few genres that I dislike completely.  LEAST FAVORITE FANDOM YOU’VE BEEN IN:    I’ve really only been deeply involved in one fandom. With the exception of a few trusted partners, I am no longer involved in it and very happy about that decision.  LEAST FAVORITE THING PEOPLE ASSUME ABOUT YOUR CHARACTER:  People sometimes oversimplify Eilidh or exaggerate some aspect of who she is and consider it a defining trait, but I think the weirdest thing was a while back when people seemed to be under the impression that she was gossiping about other muses? I still don’t know where that came from; it was basically a bunch of anons and some weird vagueblogging that might or might not have been related. Anyway, gossiping is 200% antithetical to Eilidh’s character. It not only never happened on the blog or elsewhere, it’s completely outside the realm of possibility. So I’m still not sure what was up with that. OTHER CHARACTERS YOU’D LIKE TO PLAY:   I don’t even get to play all the muses I have. Don’t encourage me to think of more :-p

MUSE PREFERENCES: female / male / nonbinary / genderfluid / canons / ocs / corrupted / good / live action /animated / human / supernatural / other species / hopeless romantic / averse to love/ younger (15-25) / older (25+) / easy for you to relate to / hard for you to relate to. (Basically everybody but kids and cartoons :-p)

PLOT IDEAS: accidentally married / affairs / age gaps ( legal ) / angst / apocalypse / arranged marriage / boarding school / college roommates / criminals / enemies to lovers / enemies with benefits / exes / fake relationship / fluff / forbidden relationship / friends with benefits / online relationships / pregnancy / prison / professor / student / road trips / rich kids / royalty / smut / supernatural / toxic relationships. (bold is YES, italics is MAYBE, normal is PROBABLY NOT, strikethrough is HARD NO) (also this is pretty much applicable across all my muses, with some variations)

POSSIBLE TRIGGERS IN PLOTS YOU’RE OKAY WITH: abuse / bdsm / daddy kink / drinking / drugs / dub-con / gore / incest / kidnapping / murder / non-con / prostitution /stepcest / stockholm syndrome / torture / suicide.  (bold is YES, italics is MAYBE, normal is PROBABLY NOT, strikethrough is HARD NO)

#about the mun #ooc #[it didn't come with a key for those last few so i made one up] #[hope it makes sense] #[in general those maybe/probably nots are more likely with established partners] #[also re: prostitution i'm totally down for writing with well-researched sex worker characters] #[but i'm not really interested in plots involving my muses as clients]

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#1 100 Random Facts About Me!

I've decided to set myself a blog challenge for March which entails publishing a post everyday! I've already failed with this as this post is a day late but it wasn't as easy as I thought! So here goes #1 100 Facts About Me! 1. I'm named after the song 'Kayleigh' (shocker right?) by Marillion but I actually don't really like that song. 2. I prefer my middle name (Rose) to my last name (Allan). 3. I've had several nicknames including Kayleigh Allan, Kayls, Kayleigh-Steve, Steve and Little Miss Shorty Pants. 4. If I was born just over a week later, I would have been in the year below. I'm only a baby. 5. I'm a bit like a penguin; clumsy but adorable ;) 6. I've only ever been on a plane once (which is going to change very soon!) 7. I'm spending my summer working at an American summer camp in North Carolina and also by going on a North American road trip with added time in Orlando and New York (have I mentioned that already?) 8. I don't drink alcohol. It's not really something which appeals to me. People always try and get me to drink and often tell me 'it's just like pop' to which I respond 'yes, so I can just drink pop'. Perhaps it's also to do with the fact I don't like the idea of not being in control, everyone complains afterwards and it's expensive! 9. I'm good at not giving in to peer pressure. 10. I believe that you can have a good time without drinking alcohol but most of the time people think I'm drunk anyway because I'm a crazy gal. 11. I've never had a proper boyfriend (yet). 12. I'm a little (a lot) obsessed with musicals. 13. Aaron Tveit is my number one celeb crush (and when we watched Assasins featuring him, my best friend and I held hands all the way through). 14. But Jeremy Jordan, Wesley Taylor, Gideon Glick, Ben Fankhauser, Ramin Karimloo and George Blagden (the list goes on) are up there too. 15. I once got dried paint stuck in my eye as a kid and had to go to hospital. I vividly remember there was also a kid there who had broccoli stuck up his nose. 16. It took me three whole appointments at the opticians until I was able to wear contact lenses. 17. I broke my leg when I was younger by falling off a scooter. 18. As a kid I used to be scared of Santa Claus. 19. I once got admitted to hospital because I refused to take this disgusting orange medicine (which I can remember the taste of now). 20. I was deputy head girl and a prefect at high school and helped the head girl run the student council. 21. I never took drama at gcse but the career I'm heading into is acting. 22. I spend the majority of my wages on show tickets. But it benefits the career I am going to go into so it's not a waste of my money as some people seem to think. 23. I've performed onstage with Alfie Boe at The Echo Arena. (After a theatre group I was involved in bombarded him with tweets on twitter). 24. I've lived in Liverpool for a year studying musical theatre on a Dance and Drama Award. 25. I left my 3 musical theatre course after a year so I'm currently on a gap year and I'm loving it. I've learnt so much about myself and other people and I've also met lots of new people. 26. I'm a chocoholic. 27. I also love peanut butter (and almond butter and pretty much any other nut butter). 28. I'm easily distracted by anything pink and sparkly. 29. I've been to Disneyland Paris twice. 30. I've been a part of an original musical written by one of my friends. 31. My favourite film is Back to The Future and I can recite lots of phrases from it. 32. I've never read or watched the whole Harry Potter series (but I am in the process of reading the books so don't shoot me!) 33. I love learning new things, having new experiences and exploring new places. 34. I'm very small. Like below average height. People think I'm still 15... 35. I have a pen pal from Germany who I've been writing to for over a year. 36. I am a really fussy eater. I used to never touch any food that was saucy, sloppy or slimy. I've gotten better but I still tend to ask for most of my meals plain. 37. I really like twitter. I think it's good form of social media to meet new people and find out news about the world. 38. I help run a twitter account for a musical theatre site named Act 1 Act 2. 39. I once volunteered at Leeds Festival; it was my first time camping and my tent leaked. 40. My favourite Ben and Jerry's flavour is Phish Food. 41. I am an only child. 42. I like vintage things and wish I had more vintage clothes so I could establish my own quirky style. 43. My favourite TV series (which I can think of right now) are Red Dwarf, Friends, It Could be Worse, Chewing Gum and Miranda. 44. I really want to get hidden rainbow roots in my hair. 45. I'm (supposedly) allergic to Rabbits, Cats and household dust? Cats do make me feel on edge though so maybe that's a good thing for me... 46. I often get asked if me and my best friend are twins/sisters because apparently we look alike (Our families have gotten us confused at times?!) 47. My guilty pleasure is secret eating. You can often find me sneaking in the kitchen to get snacks shhh. 48. I attract some really weird guys but never actually anyone I like. 49. I'm a Disney fan. My favourite princess is Rapunzel. 50. I enjoy travelling and my favourite way to travel is by train. I feel like a lot can be accomplished on a journey. 51. I took art at college and for one of my projects I made a corset, tutu and waistcoat based on Assassins the musical. 52. I can fold my tongue in half and keep it there without using my teeth to hold it there. 53. I hardly ever burp and when I do it shocks me because it's not something that usually occurs. 54. I can listen to a musical soundtrack on repeat. At the moment it's Dear Evan Hansen which I've just booked tickets to! #firstbroadwayshow 55. I would like to write a book/play one day. 56. I would also like to star in a one woman play and I admire the people I see perform in them (when they're good of course.) 57. I played a Geordie version of the Fairy Godmother from Cinderella in which I wore a Mad Hatter outfit and put pegs in my sparkly, coloured back combed hair... 58. I have been in Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat as part of the children's choir several times and can recite every word (and pretty much action) of the show. On my last performance I swapped seats with a friend so that I could spend my last performance on the top step. 59. I once got asked if I was from Scotland? (By a Southerner) 60. I'm often told I speak posh or very northern. There's no in between. 61. I work in The Blackpool Tower Ballroom. 62. I worked at Strictly last year and Anton Du Beke blew me a kiss. 63. Toasted scones from work is my favourite smell. I think I have acquired an unhealthy obsession with them since working there tbh... 64. I could probably recall all the names of the dances done at the ballroom but not actually dance any. 65. I rode to prom in a camper van. 66. I got 100% on my first acting assignment during my first year of higher education. 67. I once did some method acting and went out dressed as a made up character with a crutch and speaking with a stutter...(I created the character from a random picture shown to me from the internet which happened to be a ridiculously obese woman). I also played Medviedenko from The Seagull which resulted in me borrowing my best friend's boyfriend's clothes and drawing a beard on my face. Additionally, I played Scullery from Road; a homeless alcoholic... 68. I don't swear unless I have to on stage. 69. I've climbed a waterfall with a fractured little finger. 70. I studied German at GCSE and I can only remember a few words/phrases (one being Guten Tag) 71. I've played Miss Dorothy in Thoroughly Modern Millie and July in Annie. 72. I love people watching. 73. I'm terrible at accents. 74. I like tall guys in suits and glasses. 75. It annoys me when people think 'writ' is a word. It's 'I have written' or 'I wrote'. 76. I tend to cry when I'm not expecting to but not when I do expect to. 77. I cried my eyes the whole way through the second act of Book of Mormon because I found it absolutely hilarious (so much so the actors were laughing at me because I was on the front row). 78. I remember once when I was a kid I swung on a curtain in someones house and got kicked out. 79. In primary school I remember having a water fight with my friend in the toilets and got told I wasn't allowed to partake in IT so has to read a book instead 80. I've climbed a volcano in, snorkelled in the sea and been in a submarine in Lanzarote. 81. It makes me angry when people leave the theatre during the bows, before the show has fully finished. I've only done it on one occasion and that was at the interval (because the show was absolutely unbearable and it meant I could get home before silly 'o clock in the morning) The show was supposed to present Shakespeare's character's death's humorously but I'm pretty sure I didn't laugh once and one section of the show even included watching a fake fly buzzing on a camera for a good 5 minutes. 82. It also annoyes me when people eat (loudly) during a performance. Have some respect for the actors. 83. I hate not having a plan (especially when I'm on a holiday to a new place). 84. I have a wide taste in music. My Spotify playlists range from musicals (of course) to pop punk to rock to pop to folk to jazz...it's safe to say I like a little bit of everything (apart from dubstep because that's just a no no). 85. I have high aspirations and I've very critical of myself. 86. I once went on a tinder date (don't think I'll be doing that again anytime soon). 87. I love milkshakes and hot chocolate. 88. The theatre cafe is my favourite cafe. 89. My favourite Starbucks syrup is gingerbread. 90. Sometimes bus drivers just charge me for a child on the bus without me asking. 91. I once played Oliver in a high school show and was faced with some onstage disasters...when being pushed into a wooden coffin, (a disaster in itself) my mic pack fell off and I picked up a tape measure instead. The big long napkin string thing I had to pickpocket out of Fagin's pocket had already fallen out so instead of picking it up I mimed stealing it and I also thought a 'nightcap' was a literal night cap, as apposed to a drink one drinks before bed. 92. I cried for a full hour when my high school music teacher told me he was leaving. 93. My uncle lives in Australia but I've never been there or seen him since I was a baby. 94. My favourite type of monkey is a squirrel monkey. 95. I'm really pale and barely tan. Once I got sun stroke at West End Live and threw up all the way home on the Coach for 6 hours...the sunburn was still visible 6 months after. 96. I tried peanut butter and jam together for the first time the other day and it was actually really nice. 97. I'm probably the most indecisive person you will ever meet. 98. I want to live in London one day (and potentially New York). 99. I ask for steak well done and my favourite type of steak is rump. 100. I don't drink coffee but you'll always find me in a coffee shop.