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chicanomick · 2 years

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I went to the Fiesta del Sol (party of the sun) in Pilsen Chicago (lower west side) so here is some gallavich at the fair headcanons!

They know parking is going to be a bitch so they decide public transportation is their best bet. They ride the train down from their apartment.

As they walk towards the fair Ian listens as his Mickey talks his ear off about how Pilsen is being gentrified and how he scoffs every time he seen any relatively young person walking their dog in the 80° heat

When they arrive a band is playing loud music in Spanish and they stop under the shade of a tree to reapply their sunscreen before they’re off!

The first ride Ian makes Mickey get on is called the Moby Dick and at first Mickey refuses to get on because “the only dick I ride is yours, red.”

They get a couple stares but Ian laughs and is looking so carefree and his face is already a little red from the sun so whatever. It’s not like Mickey can say no to Ian anyway.

They get on and as soon as the ride begins Mickey starts cussing out his husband.

He doesn’t scream or throw up but on every downwards swoop he’s loudly cussing out his husband while tightly holding his hand.

Mickey: Fuck You fuck you fuck you Gallagher! We’re getting a fucking divorce as soon as this fucking ride is over! Fuck you!”

When the ride ends they obviously don’t get a divorce but Ian sits with Mickey on a curb and watches as his husband laughs about how dizzy he is.

After that Mickey is hooked on rides

He still loudly complaining the whole time while they wait in line but Ian loves to see the excitement on his face as he hands over his tickets and buckles up for the ride, occasional holding onto Ian’s hand when it spins and bumps unexpectedly.

It’s the most Mickey has ever laughed

They only get on a total of five rides because Mickey has limits so they decide to check out the food and little gifts.

Most of the food stands are bilingual but Mickey likes to show off for his husband so he often orders for them in Spanish

Ian gets a Gordita de asada con queso with a agua de jamaica while Mickey orders a Pambazo de asada with an agua de horchata

There’s also a slice factory stand so they get a slice of pizza and a cold Coca-Cola too, just in cases

Ian buys them matching Mexican handmade bracelets because the old lady behind the table spoke to him in broken English about how this red one in particular protects them from evil eye

Mickey doesn’t “believe in that hippy pussy shit” but instead of putting it in the free handout bag some insurance stand practicallly shoved at them he has Ian put it on him

While Mickey is fastening the bracelet on Ian, he can’t help but press a kiss to his husbands dark hair that smells like the sun, smoke, and sweat. He can’t stop smiling either.

After the rides Ian uses the rest of their money to play every fair game in the hopes of winning Mickey a stuffed animal and vise versa

Mickey wins Ian a neon pink duck plushy that can comfortably fit under his arm

Ian wins Mickey a teddy bear half his size and laughs as Mickey glares at him

Mickey: oh fuck off! No! Choose another one! I ain’t carrying that big mother fucker everywhere!

The nice worker gives them a sheet of paper with a random number on it so they could pick it up later before they leave

Neither of them know how to dance to the music playing but Ian makes sure to pull Mickey to one of the closed off streets and sway in the shade

The sun is still bright and hot despite it being 5pm but the breeze is nice and everyone is too distracted by the fair to pay them mind

They get more snacks (mexican home made chips and chicharrones and funnel cakes) as they walk around and look at every stand and their home made trinkets

They get a couple drinks (micheladas and piña coladas) before they decide to call it a day

Halfway down the street and away from the noise as they’re talking about the games they played Ian stops dead in his tracks “oh shit!” Looks at his husband “the fucking bear” and promptly runs back with a laughing Mickey following close behind him

The ride back is quiet compared to the day they had. Their feet aching and eyelids heavy

The bridge of their noses are a soft pink that spreads to their cheeks but thankfully no sunburn.

Mickey looks a little tanner and Ian looks pleasantly worn out so they practically sit on each other despite the heat

It’s was Mickey’s first time ever going to a fair and going on rides. He doesn’t know if Ian knows this but when they get home and take of their shoes and hop in the shower, Mickey wraps his arms around his husband and kisses his neck.

“Thank you for today. Had fun.”

They’re knocked out by 7pm

Also I just wanna point this out cause it’s a little funny to me but the west side is honestly just as bad as the south side, or at least the lower west side is.

Pilsen, where the fair Fiesta De Sol is held, is known for three things: gentrification, gangs, and poverty sooooo yeah <3

#gallavich #Mickey milkovich #Ian Gallagher #gallavich headcanon #shameless #shameless us #yaya speaks #yaya write too ig #also while I was walking around there was a EMT stand offering applications and help/advice and I immediately thought of Ian #didn’t add it in cause I know my ass would have made that shit hella sad

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cherry-velvet-skies · 11 months

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No one asked for this but I'm bored and I need a distraction from the literal apocalypse outside

Superpowers I think My Faves Would Have

(Also please remember these are just my opinion! If you have different theories pls comment I'd love to see them 😁)

(Bands featured below the cut: Måneskin, The Beatles, and Queen)

MÅNESKIN

Damiano - Flight. Easy. The whole Icarus motif that he is super into? This was a simple choice. Would have giant elaborate sparkly wings just to be that bitch

Victoria - I keep being drawn to super speed. It seems fitting considering she enjoys the party life and is constantly on the go for vacations and holidays even when the band isn't touring. Plus for long trips (whether for touring or travel), transportation would be a breeze.

Thomas - I feel like he would be able to control electricity. He's always reminded me of the human version of pikachu for some reason 🤭 I imagine him waving his hand like he'd be casting a spell and then lightning would just shoot out of his fingertips 😁

Ethan - Mind control. Although I don't think he'd ever use it tbh. He would think it was too dangerous and that so many bad things could happen. Until he found out that he can just make people do good things and just makes everyone be kind to one another and literally creates world peace.

THE BEATLES

John - What came to my mind was invisibility. And I feel like when he first discovers he can do it, he wouldn't like it because he can't control it that well. I see it acting up when he gets emotional, either too sad or too angry. But once he's able to manage it, he has a ton of fun with it lol

Paul - This was a tricky one, but I decided on telepathy, and my explanation is that I don't have one. He just seems like a person who would either know what you want once he got to know you well enough, or he would just wanna know what people were thinking about him specifically at all times. Somehow I think it's both.

George - Shapeshifting. I don't think I need to explain this one. But I think if he could he would've absolutely just turned into a tree and just lived that way forever. Eternal peace.

Ringo - Ability to control water. Aside from him also being a water sign, I feel like this goes with his whole peace and love mentality. Water can be calm and flowing or it can be rough and destructive. With everything he went through in life, he could've been a hateful person, but he chooses to spread kindness instead. He chose to calm the waters ❤

QUEEN

Freddie - Another tricky one, but I ultimately chose invincibility. I'll be honest, the thought came from him being untouchable in terms of rock royalty, and he would be able to accomplish anything without any difficulty. Plus he was always a very confident person who was proud of who he was and nothing could take that away from him ❤

Brian - This may sound weird (haha, get it? May? No? Just me? 😅), but super stretch. I picture him having powers like Elastigirl from The Incredibles 😁 I guess I relate it to him always being the tallest, plus his hair adding extra height. I think it would be funny if he was in another room and needed something he would just stretch his arm and get it without having to move.

John - Healing. Seems like an obvious one to me. He's such a pleasant person and seems like it's an ability he would want to have anyway. Just always making people smile and spreading happiness. Plus if anyone was injured he could just cure them instantly 😁

Roger - This was the trickiest one, but I'm gonna have to say telekinesis. Could play the drums from across the room, could drive a car while relaxing in the seat as if he were a passenger (I'd like to believe his method would be more effective than any self driving car on the market), and I think he would have a hell of a time tossing random objects at the other members to prank them without lifting a finger 🤭

#this is so random but whatever #maneskin #måneskin #thomas raggi #damiano david #victoria de angelis #ethan torchio #the beatles #beatles #george harrison #ringo starr #john lennon #paul mccartney #queen #queen band #roger taylor #brian may #john deacon #freddie mercury

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juststarsandthemoon · 3 months

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using only song titles of one artist/band, cleverly answer the questions and then tag people

tagged by: @felixcosm (hello mutual!) I’m picking the band Angelspit because they have a lot of songs (so more accurate answers) and ive been relistening Krankhaus.

what's your gender: Transition

2. how do you feel: Stims

3. if you could go anywhere: The Great Cloud

4. fave mode of transportation: Stand in Line

5. your best friend: Pretty Dead Boys, Skinny Little Bitch, Hot Mess, Princess Chaos and Sexy Tragic Muse (I can have multiple friends)

6. favorite time of day: Sleep Now

7. if your life was a tv show: This Game is Stupid

8. relationship status: Love to Watch

9. your fears: Ditch the Rest

tagging: @noem-mij-repelsteeltje @lockoutkey @harley-the-pancake @nach0 @gr3y-heron @hopefulyellowlamp @transfucksmilfs (if i accidently left out one of my beloved mutuals pls let me know why are there so many of you)

#lights on #tag game

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itbmojojoejo · 3 months

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Song Title Tag Game

Thank you for thinking of me @lord-aldhelm this is so much fun!

Rules: Using only song titles of one artist/band, cleverly answer the questions and then tag people.

Artist/Band: Lana Del Rey

What's your gender: Sad Girl

How do you feel: In My Feelings

If you could go anywhere: Venice Bitch

Favorite mode of transportation: White Mustang

My best friend: Freak (said with so much love lmao)

Favorite time of day: Dark Paradise

If your life was a tv show: This Is What Makes Us Girls

Relationship status: Honeymoon

Your fears: Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood

alright this took me a hot minute,I hope it makes sense, it's a brain scratcher!

no pressure tags for funsies!: @libellummartinae @bhxrdy @theold-ultraviolence @fan-goddess and anyone else who wants to jump on this!

#tag game

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mccoys-killer-queen · 10 months

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Seeing LA Guns for the 3rd time

this was last sunday 7/2/23

I drove 5 hours to get to western pennsylvania for this show

its the only gig LA Guns is doing in PA this year so i was extremely obligated to go

I was 4th in line for GA. This venue is like,,, primarily a restaurant? They do this thing with early entry where they sell like 100 early entry tickets and you get in an hour early

Even an hour later after like 50-100 people went inside, THE FLOOR RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE STAGE WAS COMPLETELY EMPTY??? Everyone was just off to the sides at their tables eating???

when i first got in and tried to get my photo pass, they for some reason had all photo passes listed for the opening act? so they weren't gonna let me photograph LA Guns?? so I told them that i was granted the pass from someone IN LA GUNS, and then the manager came over, took one look at the list and shook his head and waved me away and said "you're good, you're good"

So naturally of course I picked a spot right against the stage, just to the left of the center

I stood there for a bit looking around and fiddling with my camera, then suddenly I hear "did you have any problems getting in?" and I turn around to see if that person was talking to me

I turn around and who is coming up to me but none other than ACE VON JOHNSON

I was so surprised by him showing up randomly so I went "oh my god- HI???" and we hugged and he asked again if I had any problems, and I told him about the list being wrong

he told me they (the band) were having problems too (amps were still how many hours away and they were desperately trying to get them transported to the venue)

he then told me that if I had ANY problems, to come get him and I 🥺🥺🥺🥺💙💚💙💚💙

the ppl around me at the stage staring at me after Ace left because i'm That Bitch 😏

i was so giddy after he left it was SO HARD TO ACT NORMAL BC MY STUPIDLY HUGE CRUSH ON HIM JUST AVALANCHED ALL OVER ME AGAIN

there were so many lug-headed cocky old fucks bragging about their "connections" and meanwhile I actually proved it right in front of them

literally the second I saw Ace on the side of the stage, Here Comes My Girl by Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers started playing in my head

so there was no barrier... and this stage,,, was literally... a foot and a half off the ground. i was practically ON the stage. i could've just bent my knees and BEEN KNEELING ON THE STAGE

that being said, I CANNOT POSSIBLY PHONETICALLY STRESS HOW C L O S E I WAS TO PHILIP ELIZABETH LEWIS

the best description i can think of to get the point across is that I literally could've licked him multiple times if i barely leaned forward, like i had to LEAN BACK BC HE WAS PRACTICALLY ON TOP OF ME

i thought of biting him or pulling his shirt with my teeth a few times but i didnt let the intrusive thoughts win

Phil does the thing where he tucks a lil bit of his shirt into the front of his pants

WHY IS PHIL HOTTER NOW THAN HE WAS LAST SUMMER LITERALLY LIKE 👌👌👌🔥🔥

phil going "the sound system crapped out during soundcheck, so we're gonna have to do this ONE HUNDRED PERCENT FUCKING LIVEEEE"

phil going "we got ourselves a Sunday gig (bc the gig was on a Sunday) call this the Church of Rock!!!"

Phil always feeling the need to imply at every show that he and Tracii fucked

Phil giving me crazy eyes right at my camera

I caught ace looking at me at least once during the show 😳

I WAS AFRAID THE WHOLE TIME THAT HE WAS GONNA GIVE ME A PICK BC HE'S GIVEN ME A WHOLE PACK FOR FREE BEFORE PFPLSLQLGLLHFKD

phil introducing Kiss My Love Goodbye with "this song is about a lot of girls who all have one thing in common: they dumped me." *CROWD BOOS* "I know, i know! hard to believe, right?"

Phil always calling ace the young and pretty one

ace looking around then pointing at himself and going "me???" every time he does this

Ace spit on my face while he was yelling and it was magical

Phil coming to the front of the stage at one point just to fist bump me 🥺 he like was looking at me then came forward

everyone around me immediately wanting him to fist bump them too

his knuckles were COLD?

Phil literally being on top of me half the time it was magical i had to look STRAIGHT UP BC HE WAS LITERALLY 3 INCHES AWAY FROM BEING PRESSED AGAINST MY BODY

ace let me touch his guitar Uwu

at the very end of the show Ace took off his guitar and just handed it to this girl who was standing in front of him the whole time

and then he just

walked offstage

the girl (aged 21) holding the guitar was making the O_O face, motionless and holding his guitar by the neck

a roadie came over and took it back

i was so seethingly jealous of this girl at first and was like "god she's prob a pick me girl who does she think she is" and now we're friends on insta ndndkaksvkdks

i was also directly in front of Johnny the whole time and he's such a cryptid

#concert log #it's been so long since I did one of these #i'll be updating this when more memories pop up

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peeton35 · 1 year

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Can I talk about SMTV? I wanna talk about SMTV. I’ve been DYING to talk about SMTV.

This game gives me brain worms. Like it makes the little wrinkles in my brain wiggle around when I think about it.

Right so, I knew about Persona. I was interested in SMT4 as a kid but never got it. I knew practically nothing about the game beforehand. So I get to it.

Oh wow cool I’m in school *yawn*

“Hey dumbass fuck school. get Transported to the apocalypse lol”

“Yesssssss”

This game is just. I can’t describe my feeling linearly.

The MUSIC FUCKS. I was preparing myself for like, dumbass big band JRPG generic butt trumpet clown fart soundtrack. But FUCK THAT ITS THE OPPOSITE. THESE FUCKED UP INDUSTRIAL ALIEN AMBIENT ROCK IS BEING PLAYED OUT OF A FUCKEN BLOWN OUT SPEAKER AND IT FUCKING ROCKS. Like, your buddy that’s in your head is like “yo we gotta chase that powerful demon freak he’s gonna rewrite the world.” And then like. I can’t even describe the music that it plays it’s fucking insane. It’s not like “oh no nahobino we gotta hurry!” It’s like this distorted fucked up like shopping music????????? It’s fucken great.

Speaking of that demon, he attached himself to a girl that was being bullied and FUCKEN KILLED THOSE BULLIES. YASS QUEEN SLAY!!!!!!!!!

Anyway, I love how the game has legit, real gods and folklore from around the world! And it fucks with their looks a lot too it’s awesome. Was walking around and straight up met BAPHOMET and talked to him (comfy jazz was playing while I did this) and he’s like, “Yo I’ve been really into eastern spells and magic recently, so if you could bring me the heads of these yokai I’d really appreciate that man.” That’s badass.

Then like, you can talk to the demons and they say the GOOFIEST shit I love it so much. I talked to this sword wielding bikini bitch and she’s like “Heyyy~ you’re kinda cute! Want me to take care of you?” And I picked “yes please!” Cus I thought it would make her join my team and she responds, “umm actually you’re not really that cute after all. Bye.” AND JUST FUCKEN LEAVES AND THE BATTLE ENDS LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL

I love this game so much but it’s too fucken hard. I really gotta keep playing it it’s fucken sweet

#smt v #smt #shin megami tensei #RPG #JRPG

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jessybarnes · 1 year

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For the weirdly specific asks can I request numbers 1, 5, 8, 10, 14, 17, 21, 25. 26, and 30.

For 30, I want to ask: Can you tell us what your experience was meeting Sebastian and also if you've met any other celebrities?

Sorry if this is a lot... you can ignore this if you want to...

Oh, my goodness! Thank you for taking the time to send this to me, Anon! <3

First of all, of course, I'm not going to ignore this! I love getting asks and I'm honored that you want to know so much about me :) I'm going to put them below a cut because this is going to be long.

Now, onto the questions and answers...

1. Chipotle order?

I have a usual that I get lol. It's a Burrito Bowl with white rice, no beans, either Steak or Barbacoa, cheese, corn salsa, and sour cream, and then I also get a large order of queso and chips along with either coke or sprite.

5. Favorite form of potato?

Oooo... oh, man... I love potatoes! Umm... I'm going to have to go with a baked potato. I love adding toppings to it. Like, give me a baked potato with butter, sour cream, bacon, and some salt and pepper. Lol.

8. Do you change into specific clothes for the house when you get home?

Listen... people who have big titties will probably all agree with me when I say that the very first thing that comes off when you get home is the bra... That bitch gotta go! lol. I also change into a baggy t-shirt and some sweatpants or shorts. And once I take my bra off, I'm in for the night. Just sayin'

10. On a plane, do you ask for apple or orange juice?

Well, I normally get wine or sprite, but if I had to pick between apple and orange juice, I'd choose the apple.

14. Do you think you're dehydrated?

Yes, lol. I am so bad at drinking water and staying hydrated... I have ADHD and when I hyper-fixate on something I literally will forget to eat sometimes... it's bad...

17. An anxious compulsion you do every day?

I have A LOT... I bounce my leg all the time, I pick at my skin and nails, I bite my nails, I bite my lips, and my stuffie has a tag on it and I rub the tag between my fingers.

21. A number that weirds you out?

I don't like odd numbers... I don't know why, but they make me uncomfortable. Except for 5....anything with a 5 in it is okay because it's in the middle. So, for example, the volume on a radio HAS to be an even number or it has to end in 5. Otherwise, I get really bad anxiety.

25. Would you say you have good taste in music?

I think I do, yeah. I was raised on Classic Rock and Heavy Metal. My dad always had MTV on when I was growing up too. This was back in the 90s when MTV still played music videos and stuff religiously. My first concert was Tina Turner when I was 3 and then my second was John Mellencamp when I was 5. I've passed my love of Rock and Metal to my daughter. She has loved it since she was a baby and her and I share the same two favorite bands, Metallica and Lamb of God. Her first concert was actually Metallica when she was 5.

26. How's your spice tolerance?

I love spicy stuff! I know it's not that spicy, but one of my favorite things to eat as a snack is watermelon with tajin sprinkled on it. It's so freaking good.

30. Ask me anything!

Okay, so you wanted to know what my experience was like when I met Sebastian last month at NYCC.

So, It was a spur-of-the-moment thing. Like I'm from Indiana so it was pretty expensive because it was my daughter and I and we had to pay for flights, a hotel, food, transportation, and also for the tickets themselves. I have the best husband ever...like he didn't have to let me do this, but he knows how much Sebastian means to me and my daughter so this was my birthday present.

I met up with some friends that I met via TikTok and we all spent the day together. I had a photo with him and so did my daughter, and then we had only one autograph. Our photos were at 2:30 and 3:30 in the afternoon and my daughter went first. I was, of course, allowed to go with her because she is only ten years old. She wanted to propose to him, and so I let her wear the dress she wore to my wedding and she spent her allowance to buy him a generic wedding band on Amazon. She walked up to him and guys... when I tell you that he got tears in his eyes when he saw her in her little dress with the ring, I mean it. This man put his hands on his chest and said that she looked beautiful. He squatted down and had a surprised look on his face and they took the picture. I was bawling at this point because I have loved this man since 2006.

So then it's my turn for my picture and I approach him with tears in my eyes because he's literally stunning. He's so fucking beautiful in person...like I can't even describe to you all how blue his eyes are... He smiled and said "Hello, sweetheart" and I swear to god I almost collapsed. I somehow was able to ask him if we could put our hands on the plexiglass as if they were touching and he did and we looked into each other's eyes and I... I don't know how I didn't die.

Fast forward to the autograph... it was the end of the day... like 5:30 and we were all exhausted. I'm sure Sebastian was fucking dead ass tired, but he still greeted everyone with the biggest smile. He was so kind. He wasn't behind the plexiglass for our autographs and he smelled so fucking good...oh, my god. So my daughter hands him the photo they took together and he was so sweet to her.

I posted a video I managed to get of our autograph experience which I will link here.

As far as other celebrities go, I've met Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Misha Collins, Mark Sheppard, Alexander Calvert, Kim Rhodes, Briana Buckmaster, Lisa Berry, Chad Lindberg, Rob Benedict, Richard Speight Jr., Ruth Connell, basically all of the Supernatural cast 3 times..., the members of Metallica, the members of Anthrax, Ian Somerhalder, and I know I'm forgetting some by my brain won't work right now apparently lol.

#j snow answers #anonymous asks #anon <3 #lovely anon #anonymous #weirdly specific ask game #ask game

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littlemisspascal · 3 years

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The Infinity Cube Part 3

Main Pairing: Marcus Pike x Female Reader

Chapter Pairing: Javier Peña x Female Reader

Word Count: 1400+

Series Summary: When you play with a strange cube, you’re transported out of your current reality with your boyfriend Marcus into brand new ones starring alternate versions of your boyfriend who look and act entirely different every time. With each encounter, you start to wonder if you’ll ever make it back to your real universe?

Warnings for the chapter: No beta all mistakes mine, Language, Fluff, Angst, My first time writing Javier so I’m super nervous sharing, Spanish is italicized, churros cuz that came up when searching Colombian desserts, Let’s pretend Narcos + Pablo Escobar don’t exist in Marcus universe so there’s no crossover, the quote--the kind of tired sleep can’t fix--is one I love and have seen a dozen variants of but sadly is not mine

Author Note: Thank you everybody for your kind support of this fic! I appreciate every like, comment, and reblog 💝 This chapter is a bit longer than previous ones, so maybe future ones will be too. Idk, my anxiety is a fickle monster so we’ll all just have to wait and see.

Shout out + 1000 brownie points to @ohlawdthebirds for correctly guessing Javi as the next character 😊🌸💖

PART 1 / PART 2 / PART 4

Fingers snap in front of your face, startling you.

“You’ve been playing with that fucking paperweight all day,” a blond-haired man complains, leaning back in his chair and out of your personal space. His voice is deep and gravelly, as if the words have had to climb out from somewhere deep within himself, and there’s a hint of a southern twang. “Give it a rest already, Oddball.”

You flip him the bird instinctively, eliciting a smirk and an eye roll from him, muttering something under his breath about “you and Javi being too damn similar.”

The nameplate on his desk says Steve Murphy. You silently observe his faded dark brown leather jacket and slicked back hair, unsure what to think of him beyond the fact he's clearly your coworker (seriously, could his desk be any closer to yours? Did he have separation anxiety?) and that he’s got an outdated sense of fashion.

Actually, now that you’re paying attention, both desks are covered in paperwork with documents and photos spread out messily, and there is a stack of manila folders haphazardly balancing on the shared corner, one accidental jostle away from spilling onto the floor. You notice a third desk to the left of you, remarkably organized in comparison, with a typewriter resting in the middle and an ashtray full of cigarettes sitting next to it.

Oh, Javi, you think, torn between disappointment and worry, you said you’d quit before the wedding.

You freeze, nearly choking on your spit.

Then slowly, ever so slowly, you hold up your left hand and find a platinum diamond ring innocently resting on your fourth finger. The band is simple, no intricate designs or words carved into it, and the diamond is square-shaped, aged yet elegant.

Your eyes prickle with tears. It’s perfect.

Six months of dating Marcus and marriage had only come up once when Marcus opened up to you about being divorced. He’d caught his ex-wife cheating on him and you had never wanted to hunt someone down and slap them more than you had in that moment, but you’d stayed at your apartment and cuddled with Marcus instead, exchanging happier memories to even out the lingering tension in the air. If that bitch ever crosses your path though...Somebody better hold your purse ‘cause fists will fly.

The shrill ringing of a nearby phone yanks you out of your head, realizing you’ve been staring stupidly at your hand for the last minute. Embarrassment sticks to your skin, clothes suddenly feeling too tight, and you belatedly notice your outfit.

Two words: shoulder pads.

What...the...fuck?

You whirl around, almost tipping your chair over in your haste, and sweep your gaze across the room. Nearly everyone you see is dressed in military uniform—which makes sense when you spy a green logo on a door with the words Policía Nacional de Colombia neatly printed on it— but your sharp eyes zero in on a pair of women dressed in similar clothes as you—blazers, pencil skirts, and those stupid fucking shoulder pads.

You’ve traveled to the past. The 1980s, if you were to hazard a guess.

An even more specific guess: 1980s Colombia.

It’s not as weird as being on a spaceship, but your leg starts to bounce restlessly with the urge to pace nevertheless. You turn forwards in your seat again, biting your lip as you consider the cube in your lap.

A paperweight, Steve had called it. Idiot. There is something special about this cube—and not just because of its weird symbols or that it has the power to drop you in alternate universes. No, it’s almost like it’s teasing you. Playing a weird game with rules you don’t stand a chance of figuring out or understanding.

Like chess, you think, remembering Marcus’ habit of playing it on his phone at night when he’s waiting for you to join him in bed, a pair of thick-rimmed glasses perched on the edge of his nose.

The thud of a paper sack landing on your desk startles your heart into overdrive for a second time. You open your mouth to scold him, only for the sugary sweet scent of churros to hit your nose, immediately making your mouth water instead. Your fingers can’t tear the bag open fast enough, eager to pull out your favorite treat.

“Cálmate, rareza,” a masculine voice says, an alluring raspy quality to it, right before a featherlight kiss is pressed against your cheek. “The churros aren’t going to grow legs and run away.”

Javier pulls his chair closer, teasingly tapping his shoe against yours. You stare at him, frozen with your heart stuck in your throat. He looks just like Marcus—dark hair, sharp cheekbones, that little wrinkle between his eyebrows when his mind is shifting gears into business mode, even the leather jacket he wears is eerily similar to your boyfriend’s—but, like Din, Javi also has his own distinctions. His fluency in Spanish, for starters, but deeper than that, you see the bags beneath his brown eyes, the way he can’t sit still, as if there’s adrenaline pumping through his veins with no proper outlet. He’s tired, you think, but it’s the kind of tired sleep can’t fix.

God, you hope you catch Escobar soon. It’s breaking your heart, seeing what this hunt is doing to the man you love.

“Where’s my snack?” Steve asks, half-joking half-indignant.

“In the vending machine down the hall,” Javier retorts without missing a beat. “Big black box with a glass front. Can’t miss it.”

Steve grumbles, but pushes his chair back and leaves after digging a handful of coins out of his desk drawer.

You give Javier a reproachful look. “You really should be nicer to Murph. He’s the only partner you’ve got.”

“Only?” Javier echoes, gently tapping the ring on your finger. “You sick of wearing my mamá’s ring already? It’s barely been a week.”

“You know what I mean, Brown Eyes.” You take a bite out of your churro. The crunch as your teeth sink into its crispy, cinnamon exterior usually lifts your spirits, but right now you barely taste anything, head swirling with dark clouds of worrisome thoughts. You swallow, seriousness seeping into your voice as you continue, “Out there on the streets, you’re responsible for watching each other’s backs. I don’t want you not coming home to me because you pushed too many of Murph’s buttons.”

Javier’s quiet for a moment, and somehow it’s louder to your ears than the rest of the hustle and bustle going on around you. You finish the rest of your churro, thinking he’s just going to sit there ruminating on your words for the rest of the afternoon, when he suddenly says, “Do you know why I call you rareza?”

You shrug, brushing crumbs off of your lap. “‘Cause I’m odd. I like collecting marbles and I listen to music twice as old as me and memorize soap opera plots and—”

“And you’re the best damn miracle that ever happened to me.”

You squeeze the cube so hard your knuckles ache from the strain.

Javier’s leaning in closer now, his raspy voice becoming lower, softer, a dulcet tone usually reserved for the sanctity of your bedroom. You’re enraptured by the burning intensity of his gaze, helplessly drawn in like a moth to a flame.

“You’re one of a kind, sweetheart. Una rareza.” The corner of his mouth curls into a fond smile, the one reserved for you and you alone. “And I’m going to spend the rest of my life reminding you ‘til we’re old and gray. You don’t ever need to worry I’m not coming home.”

You swallow the lump of emotion swelling in your throat, managing a wobbly smile as you reply, “And Murph has the audacity to say I’m the sappy one.”

Javier rolls his eyes but his grin widens, a lone, precious dimple appearing in his cheek. A sight you’ve witnessed on Marcus’ face hundreds of times. Your smile drops, feeling like you’ve been kicked in the ribcage.

Oh God, Marcus. You’ve got to make it back to him.

You look at Javier who has started pecking away at his typewriter, lost in his own little world. He always complains about it, but you know he secretly finds the task calming, giving his mind a rest from the bigger, scarier problems going on right outside the front doors.

He’s beautiful. But he’s not yours.

Marcus is your true reality. Your home.

Last time you twisted the right side of the cube. This time you choose the left.

And if there are tears running down your cheeks, well. The world’s spinning too fast for anybody to see.

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neoncrowpen · 3 years

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Patrick saw the red and blue lights flash outside your home. He only lived a few doors down from you, he could throw a rock and it could land on your property. After his dad specifically asked him to not go to your house, Patrick slipped out of his window. He pulled up a hood over his head. He creeped around to get closer to your house.

He suspected some things. He knew you were really good with makeup. It covered up things you didn’t want to be seen. He heard yelling that was loud enough to wake up his parents. And when no one looked at you in school, you seemed tired. As if even keeping a smile on your face was too much of a workout. It creeped him out how you could go from a frumpy frown to a perfect smile in seconds.

He hid behind a neighbor’s tree to see a body being transported from your house to the ambulance. It was covered with a white sheet, not giving away any identifying marks. A gross curiosity itched inside of him.

The pair of paramedics left the body unattended as they walked out of the back. Patrick waited patiently as they joined other police officers in the front yard. He eyed the adjacent door for a while. His own voice reminded him. ‘Nothing matters. Nothing’s real anyways.’

He scrambled to the ambulance doors as quietly as he could. He almost tripped over his untied shoes from being too excited. His hand landed on the open door, catching himself. He heard machines slowly beeping. A constant, slow rhythm. Like a dying drum, your heartbeat was measured in long, agonizing seconds.

Patrick climbed into the vehicle, lifting the sheet by your feet. The tops of your sneakers were stained red in patches. So were your socks by the ankles. But, it was you. Definitely you. You always wore different colored socks with the same, old sneakers. Patrick grew stiff. You were nice. The kind of nice where most people should leave you alone. The kind of nice where you were supposed to go through life like a breeze. The kind of nice Patrick made fun of.

His hand hovered by your head. He ripped the white sheet away like a band-aid. He made himself flat against the ambulance wall, slowly moving into a seated position. Your neck looked exactly how his animals ended up. He wasn’t sure if it was claws or human hands that tore your neck open, but he could see your pink insides. Cords strained, slow breathing movements. His eyes widened at the sight of you.

He stuck his hand out to tuck away a piece of hair. Your hair, bloody and sticky, stained his hand. Patrick’s actions revealed more of the damage. The bottom of your ear was gone. Like an animal tore you to pieces. Patrick stared at his hand for what felt like hours. Your blood was red. It was wet. Normally, it wouldn’t bother him, but it did now. The blood on his hands felt just as real as his own.

A scream almost escaped his mouth. If he opened it, all anyone would hear was a shuddering breath. Patrick felt something watch him. He looked to see your open eyes. They watched him in every move he had done. In that moment, Patrick finally understood what it meant that God was watching over everything he did. But, you weren’t God. You were nice. And real. And if you were real, what else was?

“Y/N,” Patrick attempted to keep his composure. “What happened to you?” Your eyes pointed outside towards the door. Patrick looked behind him. A sense of dread washed over him as he watched something bigger than a car drag another body behind the tree line. Patrick’s eye twitched. His fingers tapped at his sides. He almost started laughing.

Patrick turned back to you. Your consciousness started to leave you, but you heard his last words as clear as a prayer.

“If you really do exist and you survive, I’m going to destroy the son of a bitch.” Patrick started cackling, heading in the same direction as the monster. “Oh, I do love a challenge.”

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feyti-odinsdottir · 2 years

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What the fans wanted from the Avengers movies: sick battle sequences, Found Family, all of their favorite characters teaming up for ultimate awesomeness, insane new villains, witty banter, new unforeseen challenges for their favorite characters, heartfelt moments

What the fans deserved from the Avengers movies: dynamic plot, cool terrifying new villains, all the characters that the fans have come to know and love and follow for years finally teaming up and despite having differences and making mistakes, moving past that and becoming an awesome unstoppable force that defends Earth and spending their movies grappling with their issues with each other but ultimately loving each other enough to reconcile and save the world and getting the fans excited to go to the theater and see what their faves are doing next

What the fans got from the Avengers movies: the Avengers constantly bitching around with each other, breaking up and half-reuniting the team constantly, trying multiple times to kill each other, barely tolerating each other, starting whole-ass civil wars instead of working out their issues, having unresolved issues, dividing the fandom into multiple camps, failing in defeating the lame-ass purple grape every single time they fought him, ending their arcs completely out of character, dying

Look, I know they're trying to make it 'realistic' by having the Avengers mess up and fight and argue, but honestly? Do you think I go to the theater to watch a marvel movie just to see the same old trash I see every freaking day in the real world? Good fiction (with a few exceptions) should be a delicate balance of what is and what could be. The mcu is good at giving its characters flaws and making them mess up and making them human, but what about saying 'yeah, they're human, they mess up, just like you. but they learn and grow from their mistakes and they move on, and so can you.' How much better of a message is that than, 'look the avengers suck and they all hate each other and the world hates them, but maybe they can put a band aid on it.' Yeah, maybe it is more realistic for the Avengers to disregard each others problems and fight and split up, but do you honestly think I'm going to stick to this fandom and this franchise as hard as I have, if all it does is make me depressed and make me watch the characters I love and look up to be absolutely miserable. People don't love Marvel because it shows them the real world. They love Marvel because it transports them to a different world, a fantastic world, a world of magic and superheroes. And the best part is that the superheroes could be any one of us. For years the Avengers have put their hands on our shoulders and said, 'hey, I know you're a screw up. I am too. But look what I can do despite of that, and look what you can do to.' I hope Marvel and the russos realize that if they decide to keep feeding us this depressing, the-Avengers-all-hate-each-other (cough cough Age of Ultron cough Civil War cough Infinity War cough Endgame cough cough) content, they're going to ruin the mcu. Giving your loyal fans amazing characters that they fall in love with, and then bringing all those characters together to bicker and try to kill each other, and then giving them completely unsatisfactory endings is just cruel.

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frank-a-mori-son · 3 years

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“Extremely detailed character sheet template”

Character Chart

Character’s full name: Frank Daniel Morrison Reason or meaning of name: The name Frank is after his Grandmother, Francesca and Daniel is his Fathers name. Character’s nickname: Killer, Frankie, “Hey asshole!” Reason for nickname: First for obvious reasons, second also, last one is just heard enough for it to be. Birth date: February 14th 1977

Physical appearance

Age: 19 years old How old does he/she appear: he could be confused for someone down to the age of 16. Weight: 65 kg/ 130 pounds Height: 173 cm/ 5′8′’ Body build: Lithe but athletic Shape of face: Heart Shaped Eye color: Brown Glasses or contacts: None, but he’ll need it once older Skin tone: White with neutral undertone Distinguishing marks: 2 visible facial scars, beautymark under right eye Predominant features: Large neck tattoo Hair color: Brown Type of hair: Straight Hairstyle: Currently an undercut Voice: Tenor voice Overall attractiveness: He’s got rouge-ish charms, so pretty attractive Physical disabilities: Hypermobility in his joints, unknown condition. Usual fashion of dress: Pretty casual, borderlining grunge and punk rock Favorite outfit: band tshirt, faux leather jacket and jeans Jewelry or accessories: He’d love piercings but has none, always wears some type of gloves.

Personality

Good personality traits: Resillient, loyal, brave and charismatic Bad personality traits: Bad temper, snarky, self critical Mood character is most often in: Agitated Sense of humor: Dick jokes and slap stick Character’s greatest joy in life: Making decisions for himself Character’s greatest fear: Becoming his parents Why? Due to how they ruined not only their lives, but that of an innocent child too. What single event would most throw this character’s life into complete turmoil? At this point that has already happened, making a grave mistake with unthinkable consequences... Character is most at ease when: With people he trusts/cares about or if completely unnoticed Most ill at ease when: Overwhelmed by attention from strangers, feeling judged by peers. Enraged when: Made fun of, harrassed, hit or when someone he cares about is hurt. Depressed or sad when: Thinking of past mistakes, regrets and worrying about present/future. Priorities: Himself and those closest to him Life philosophy: Enjoy while it lasts, they or you won’t be around forever. If granted one wish, it would be: Freedom for those he cares for. Why? They do not deserve to be trapped in this realm, but he feels he does. Character’s soft spot: Quentin, Susie and dogs. Is this soft spot obvious to others? Quentin is very obvious to most Greatest strength: His will to keep fighting Greatest vulnerability or weakness: His own mental health and trauma Biggest regret: Dragging his Legion down with him Minor regret: Failing at ending himself Biggest accomplishment: Accepting his own sexuality Minor accomplishment: When he made it onto the basket ball team Past failures he/she would be embarrassed to have people know about: The one time he got himself roofied on accident Why? he was trying to impress some older kids and failed badly. Character’s darkest secret: The fact he killed someone. Does anyone else know? His Legion and Quentin knows

Goals

Drives and motivations: Motivated to keep himself and those he cares for safe in the Entity realm. Immediate goals: Spend as much time with his boyfriend as possible, get many smooches Long term goals: Somehow, find a way out of the Entity realm. How the character plans to accomplish these goals: He has no idea, but he knows he can count on Quen to help How other characters will be affected: Hopefully, it’ll be a positive effect

Past

Hometown: Calgary, Canada Type of childhood: Rough and unstable Pets: None First memory: Being locked in his bedroom, the stench of sweetened smoke coming through the door crack and loud angry shouting from below. Most important childhood memory: His Grandma coming by on Christmas morning with a gift for him Why: because it was the first time he got a gift for xmas, it was sadly also the last time he saw his Grandma. Childhood hero: He really looked up to one specific foster dad, a good man. Dream job: Veterinarian Education: High School Dropout Religion: Christian but not practising Finances: Shaky at best, below poverty line.

Present

Current location: Ormond, Canada Currently living with: Foster dad, Clive Anderson Pets: None unless you count house flies Religion: Agnostic Occupation: Unemployed Finances: None existing.

Family

Mother: Lorraine Beatrice Morrison Relationship with her: Strained, disconnected Father: Daniel Patrick Montgomery Relationship with him: Tense and disconnected Siblings: Step-sister, Step-brother (both Fathers side) Relationship with them: None, he doesn’t know about them. Spouse: Quentin is his boyfriend Relationship with him/her: Good! very good, they’re very much in love. Children: None Relationship with them: Nothing Other important family members: Grandparents (Mothers side) who are still alive and miss their grandson.

Favorites

Color: Red, black and green Least favorite color: Pink and yellow Music: Death metal, Rock, Punk, retro Food: He’ll eat pretty much anything, has a huge sweet tooth Literature: He’s not a fast reader, so he doesn’t read. Form of entertainment: out with friends, listening to music, exploring and sports. Expressions: “Well, fuck” and “heck!” Mode of transportation: Other people’s cars, otherwise, his own two feet. Most prized possession: His faux leather jacket, as it’s bought with money he earned honestly.

Habits

Hobbies: Basket ball, art and climbing Plays a musical instrument? No, but he would’ve loved to learn Plays a sport? Basket ball! How he/she would spend a rainy day: Probably at a friends house or at their usual hangouts. Spending habits: he spends very little money as he rarely has some, but he does shop lift often. Smokes: Yes Drinks: Oh yes Other drugs: Usually just weed, though he has tried a few other things once or twice. What does he/she do too much of? Getting in trouble, drinking and smoking What does he/she do too little of? Eating, sleeping, bathing, just generally taking care of himself. Extremely skilled at: Most physical activities Extremely unskilled at: Reading, writing, maths.... Nervous tics: Foot bouncing, pacing, lip biting Usual body posture: Looks relaxed, but shoulders tensed. Mannerisms: Talks with his hands a lot Peculiarities: He’s a basic bitch in secret, he likes the big ass, sugary, cllorful and extra frappes but he’ll get them in secret like they’re illegal.

Traits

Optimist or pessimist? Pessimist, or realist as he would say. Introvert or extrovert? Ambivert! He can go both ways, depends on situation. Daredevil or cautious? Daredevil! Logical or emotional? A little bit of both, though most often ruled by emotion. Disorderly and messy or methodical and neat? More like Disorderly neat, he doesn’t have enough stuff to make a mess and though he doesn’t enjoy it, he’s often the one to do dishes and laundry at home. Prefers working or relaxing? He really likes relaxing, but if he’d like working if he got a job he enjoyed Confident or unsure of himself/herself? He’s faux confidence most of the time. Animal lover? Yes. Very, very much so. Especially dogs.

Self-perception

How he/she feels about himself/herself: he considers himself damaged, unworthy and incabable of love. One word the character would use to describe self: Survivor One paragraph description of how the character would describe self: Out loud he’d call himself “a badass free spirit” What does the character consider his/her best personality trait? His ability to get up even when knocked down. What does the character consider his/her worst personality trait? His insecurity What does the character consider his/her best physical characteristic? He thinks he’s got a pretty nice bod, all things considered. What does the character consider his/her worst physical characteristic? His scarred hand, his big ears and his slight buck teeth. How does the character think others perceive him/her: As a bad boy, rebel, problem child and misfit. What would the character most like to change about himself/herself: Many things, though he really like to be taller

Relationships with others

Opinion of other people in general: They just want something from him and they’ll leave once they’ve gotten what they wanted. Does the character hide his/her true opinions and emotions from others? Often until he trusts them, then he’ll start opening up. Person character most hates: Clive, his parents, Ghostface Best friend(s): Julie, Joey and Susie Love interest(s): Quentin Smith, but Steve is handsome too. Person character goes to for advice: Depending on what it is, Quentin or Susie Person character feels responsible for or takes care of: Susie is like a little sister to him Person character feels shy or awkward around: Jeff, it’s all very complicated Person character openly admires: Jeff, again, complicated Person character secretly admires: David. He’ll never say why. Most important person in character’s life before story starts: Nobody. After story starts: His Legion and, the light of his life, Quentin.

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The Expanse - 6x06 (SERIES FINALE)

Loved it. Let this be the tldr before I ramble on, I loved it. This finale, this final season, this show. They did me justice, I am satisfied. I am emotional.

where do i even start fuck, SPOILERS!

Okay cue the ramble apologies in advance for the long post.

Oh my god the different fight sequences I didn’t think they would even go off like that firstly Drummer and her band of Belters thinking they were only going up against some frigates but it was the Pella disguised like the Roci a few seasons back god damn. It was a miracle that Camina made it out of that alive and that decision by the pirate guy whose name escapes me really helped turn the tide. Amazing.

Then the Rocinante in the ring space HOLY SHIT that was so incredible wow. Bobbie BOBBIE facing all of those guns and her manoeuvre was exactly the same as when we first meet her on the Mars training course in season 2!!! I was sobbing. Amos going to shield her when she was down i simply cannot I love them both so much. PEACHES earning her keep, I was so scared for her because of her diagnosis and thinking she might faint I genuinely thought she died fixing the reactor problem but then Naomi going down to help and check on her, my emotions I love this found family.

THE SCENE IN THE KITCHEN. Did I mention that I love this Rocinante family so goddamn much and they even referenced Alex again and left an empty seat for him I was in floods of tears. Its always the scenes in the kitchen of them eating together throughout the show, firstly with Miller, then toasting to Miller after his sacrifice, after Bobbie joined the ship, then this final one with Clarissa before we knew what their fate would be.

Naomi thinking she killed/sent her son off to his death with the entities at the Ring gate broke me, that little flashback to baby Filip I could not handle it. Her courage and willingness to do what needed to be done even with such a huge sacrifice whew. Naomi Nagata the woman that you are.

Jumping to Laconia real quick Cara is crazy I feel so sorry for her parents goodness gracious, her brother is a zombie, I predicted correctly that the scene from the trailer was from his perspective and that whole storyline this season just confirms that no matter the focus on what our Roci team or the politicians are doing, there is always going to be some mad protomolecule shit going on in the universe that they have no idea about. This is the world they live in now, may as well embrace it.

Look at Jim turning the tides at the end and making Drummer the President of Ring transportation you go king I knew you’d never want to be in the position. It was so funny when they all turned to look at him at the table you could hear his brain going “hold on w-wait a minute, no that’s not what i meant”.

CHRISJEN LIVES I was so worried about her with the bonus content showing her health issues and even the one soldier on the ship saying he was worried about her like he embodied me. But she lived fuck yes I am so happy.

rip(?) Marco, at the very least GOODBYE BITCH hope you have fun floating through the cosmos with your disintegrated narcissistic self. It would have been nice to see him suffer but this will do. woah Filip is alive he deserted the ship before the transit and is now going forth as Filip Nagata okay go on get your redemption off by yourself, it is what Naomi wants for him.

Overall I am so satisfied, all of our Rocinante family are alive and thriving on the ship they will go off and live their lives together. The final shot of the Rocinante just flying off into the distance was *chefs kiss*. I will miss this show so much. Quite literally my favourite television show ever. I am so glad they didn’t let me down, as if they could.

I’m looking forward to reading the books and the The Expanse game with Drummer that will release in the future. I’m not done with this world. I’m glad i’ve been able to write these episode posts for this show, it truly deserves. Bye for now Beratna.

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that-one-weeb-but-starwars · 3 years

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A ball| Tup

Note: they did not need to make him that Pretty

Warnings: no not really, just Tup and Y/n fallin in love and steamy scene at the very end but kinda not really, also this is really long

Reader: female

Part 1 | 2 (in the works)

"Checkmate," Satine spoke.

"Damn it..." Y/n muttered, hand on her chin as Satine had one yet again another game.

Satine smiled at her, as Y/n tried reading the board seeing how it had exactly happened.

"Duchess, excuse me." A guard interrupted their leisurely game outside in the guards of the castle.

"It's no problem, what seems to be the problem?" Satine questioned.

"The preparations for the ball are underway, the royal seamstress says your outfits are done and asks if you both can approve of them."

"Yes of course," Satine spoke, two more guards walking up with boxes.

"Oh. no, I'm quite okay," Y/n responded, resetting the black and clear glass pieces.

"Y/n, you are turning 19, my dear, you'll need to look presentable," Satine spoke.

"Dutchess I believe I look presentable, I'm quite comfortable like this as well," Y/n told.

"I know my sweet child, you've always been comfortable with the bare minimum, but please, let me spoil you for one day," Satine responded.

Y/n was quiet as she set the final piece down, "very well..."

Satine smiled as she stood up to look inside the box and approve the dress, Y/n sat in thought, Satine wasn't her mother, no they looked drastically different after all, Y/n had been left in a bush in the palace gardens, Satine finding the child alone and in silence, busying herself with one of the flowers. Satine had gladly kept the child inside the palace walls until a parent came along, but no one ever came and Satine was suddenly a mother.

"Mistress." The guard spoke snapping her out of thought.

"Oh uh, yes." Y/n spoke standing up from her seat, and looking at the creme outfit with barely a glance, "Yes, it's beautiful, tell the Seamstress 100 thanks."

The guard nodded covering the box as they all bowed and left, Satine frowned, "Come walk. Let's talk my daughter."

"General Skywalker, do, do we really have to go as well?" Tup questioned, droids handing them all dark blue suits almost black in color, and matte.

"Yes, Obi-Wan was double security at this event for the Dutchess, and I agree with him," Anakin spoke, "Separatist parties will be there, Duchess Satine has a knack for being able to convince people, and with Padame they're practically an unstoppable team."

"But," Tup spoke, "Sir a, a party?"

"Diplomatic party, you'll be fine Tup."

Anakin then walked away to let his boys get ready and go get himself ready.

"I look good," Fives spoke checking himself out in the mirror.

"It's nice to wear something besides armor." Hardcase commented, "Makes me feel like a civie."

"A civie that just has thousands of replicas." Dogma argued.

"Oh get the stick out your ass," Jesse argued, "We can have fun for the one time in our life on the job,"

"Hey," Kix placed a hand on Tup's shoulder, "You okay?"

"Huh? Yeah," Tup spoke, "Crowds, uh aren't my thing."

"I'll make sure Rex posts you on the patio outside, you won't be around too many people then," Kix told.

"No, It's fine, I'm on the job- I'll, uh...just focus on that," Tup responded.

"Are you sure?"

Tup nodded as Kix returned the nod in understanding, going back to dressing himself, Tup went over to his bunk to dress, he'd admit, even though he was the same as everyone else in that room, he still felt shy, being a bit leaner than the others he started pulling his armor off to dress in the new outfit, simply putting the outfit over his blacks.

"What- No! Hey I want a titty window!" Fives argued.

"No," Echo demand, buttoning up his brother's shirt fixing Fives vest as well.

Tup stayed silent as he buttoned up the shirt, tucking it into the slacks and putting on the matching vest.

"OH Ho HO!" Fives whistled, "Look at Tup!"

"Yeah, thanks," Tup spoke, fixing the collar of his shirt, and pushing up the sleeves.

"Come on! Let your hair down! We're going somewhere fancy!"

"I'm good." Tup spoke

"He's way to excited for this." Dogma protested causing Tup to chuckle.

"You look nice." Tup commented.

"Uh. Yeah I guess." Dogma spoke.

The two had gotten close due to one another due to being not only regular troopers with no rank, but due to there quietness.

"OH HO HO! LOOK WHO JUST CAME IN! GENERAL TANO!"

The boys turned there head whistling playfully.

"Bad bitch is the house."

She wore a pinstrip pant suit, the lines orange on white fabric and a pair of heels. She laughed.

"We're almost there." She spoke, "Skyguy wants us on the transports now."

Tup followed suit of everyone else. Everyone doing as asked, it was odd, seeing everyone dressed up all fancy and nice.

Y/n sighed.

"Look up madame. They'll be plenty fine gentlemen there." A maid tried to pursuade, "or a woman if you'd prefer."

"Yes. I know." Y/n responded mindlessly, nose stuck in the book about game tactics, her goal to be her mother, "mhm. I've never tried that before."

The maid sighed finishing y/n's hair in the crowned braid.

"Look look beautiful."

"Mhm."

The maid frowned, and there was a knock on the door. It opened as Satine came in, the maid bowing and leaving quickly.

"You're nose still stuck in a book. You remind me much of Obi-wan."

"Is the party over yet?" Y/n questioned flipping the page.

"It hasnt even began my dear." Satine spoke, expecting a comment back Y/n kept silent sitting infront of her simple vanity it black in color and matched the bench she sat on.

Satine walked over, taking the open spot next to Y/n.

"What is wrong me dear?" Satine inquired, "You don't avidly read strategic books unless something is wrong."

Y/n sighed, marking the book with a string and setting it down.

"I. I just don't wish to go." Y/n responded.

"It is much bigger than that isn't it?" Satine refered, catching Y/n in her lie.

"I." Y/n sighed, "I am nervous."

"For what my darling?"

"People." Y/n responded, "I. This. People...it's...I dont have the skills."

"Well of course you do,"

"I've never been out the palace walls, I've never fallen in love, I've never been taken advantage of- I just- Don't know anything about people," y/n defended "I've never even seen another sential species besides the holograms and images in my books that use words. I know every launage out there but have never met there people- I-"

"Calm down, take a deep breathe." Satine soothed, "everything will be fine. I will be at your side. The whole time, and you know me. Don't you?"

Y/n nodded as Satine smiled, "You're turning 19 my dear, becoming a young woman. You can do this, and I will guide you through whatever you ask."

Y/n only nodded once more, "now. Lets put our. Pain killing heels on and make haste shall we? Guest are arriving and I'd like to introduce you to your very first group of friends, but first."

Y/n watched as Satine pulled out a box, "I had something much. Much more elaborate my birthday, but you I know. Like to keep things as simple as possible."

Y/n took the small box in hand. Opening the golden box there was a small golden crown, it reminded her of a laurel wreath, yet without as many leaves, a few littered around the gold band with a stone that was ment to set on her forehead.

"For you're love of nature a green stone." Satine spoke.

"Its beatiful, thank you." Y/n spoke softly pulling it out of its box.

"Allow me." Satine spoke, y/n handing it over and bowing her head, Satine with a smile set the item on her head.

Y/n raised her head back up, "quiet beatiful you have become."

Y/n smiled smallly, "now. Shall we make haste? To make new friends?"

Y/n nodded smally as Satine smiled.

With that they were off, y/n following Satine dressed up nice, and thanked maker for the soleless sandles given to her instead of heels.

Y/n wouldn't lie, when General Kenobi arrived as they walked out onto the royal landing pad she found no interest in him, bowing her head respectfully, she did the same with Anakin. A bit more intrigued with Ashoka, but nothing pictures hadn't depicted. A man stood next to Anakin, who was soon introduced as Captain Rex. Y/n welcomed and thanked him for coming, but besides that, she was silent during the conversation.

"Sir, apologies for interrupting."

"It's fine, Jesse go ahead," Anakin spoke, Y/n watching the man with a large tattoo on his face gave a brief report to his general as the two joined the tight group of talkers.

Y/n was intrigued with the man next to him, hair tied back in a bun as his brother in arms talked. He too seemed the silent type, staying behind Jesse's shoulder rather than next to him, it was a slight difference Y/n realized.

"Lady Y/n, these are two are some of my finest men, Jesse and Tup."

"Lady Y/n" Jesse spoke bowing his head.

"Nice to meet you," Tup spoke nervously, his hand outreached for a handshake, Jesse quickly pulling his brother's hand down who was already a nervous wreck.

"Apologies for my brother! He doesn't know how to act!" Jesse scolded elbowing Tup slightly who was already shaming himself mentally and Y/n could sense it, but Jesse was already dragging him away with an insane amount of apologies as he left.

Y/n watched as they got far enough away to where Jesse had started to drag Tup by the collar of his shirt.

"Lively bunch aren't they?" Satine questioned Y/n who nodded.

"My apologies Duchess, Lady Y/n. The 501st is not very big on tradition, and neither is there general." Obi-Wan scolded as Anakin shrugged.

"It's okay." Y/n finally spoke up, causing heads to turn, "I, um, apologizes. Duchess if I may."

"Yes, you can go ahead," Satine spoke worried for the girl as she rushed off quickly.

"Will she be okay?" Ashoka questioned.

"She has no social skills, and on top that, no friends her age," Satine spoke solemnly, "I wish to help her but she's a closed book."

"Have I got the perfect trooper for her to make friends with," Anakin responded

"You're not sending Fives or Hardcase over to her, if anyone to watch her it'll be Cody, at least he can stay on task," Obi-wan argued.

"I think me and my master have the same idea," Ashoka smirked.

"I- I'm sorry general- Me?" Tup questioned.

"Yes I need a clone with Lady Y/n at all times, and since she seems to like you after a slip up that could have cost us a whole war," Anakin spoke, "You're watching her,"

"General! I. I can't watch her! I. I. I. I have patrol!" Tup tried to argue.

"Kix is on patrol now, she's supposedly back in her room," Anakin spoke.

"Her- what!?" Tup argued.

"one of the guards will escort you thanks again."

"Wait! General!" Tup argued but he was walking away and waving to Tup happily.

"Are you the clone trooper known as Tup?" A guard asked walking up to him.

"yes, but wait a minute!-"

"This way."

Tup had no option but to follow a guard at his back and his front as they escorted him to the room. Anxiety racked his body, his hands clammy and squeezing each other as he gulped, the guards stopping and knocking.

"Mistress your escort is here."

"Oh, yes," Y/n spoke quietly, "He may come in alone."

The guards posted outside her room as Tup pushed one of the doors opened, he walked in silently and closed the door behind him carefully.

Looking straight on the large french doors were opened to a patio. Walking towards the open doors he found Y/n sitting on the floor a stack of books beside her with a chessboard by her side, her knees raised to her chest as her dress was laid out around her.

"I'm uh, your guard for the dance," Tup spoke, his thumb pressing into his palm.

"You can go back, I'm not going," Y/n told him, her mouth and jaw covered by her arms propped on her knees.

"oh, uh..." Tup spoke, not knowing what to do.

Y/n looked beside her, "You can sit, maybe you'll get in less trouble that way?"

He nodded in agreement, taking a seat on one side of the chess board. They sat in silence against the wall. Tup looking down at the pieces of the board set up on their respective sides, his clammy hands couldn't help but move a piece. Y/n looked overhearing the crystal click on the board. Looking down she picked up a piece and moved it, Tup moving his next piece without a word. Y/n looked down at the board, her legs falling from her chest and onto the ground flat as she looked over in thought. Picking up her next piece she took his pawn, setting it down on the side. As they played they could hear the talk of guests starting to come to the palace. Due to where Y/n's room was it wasn't much to hear, just the occasional burst of loud laughter.

"Ah yes! Yes!" One laughed spoke loudly, "I love the stars!"

Y/n suddenly came with an outburst the came with the man's hearty laugh, "I have loved the stars to foundly-"

"-to be fearful of the night." Tup finished moving his next piece.

Y/n's moved her gaze up softly then chuckled, "Mythology lover?"

"When I have the time, I mostly learn through tell and hear," Tup responded watching Y/n capture another piece.

It was silent again as Tup captured yet another piece, his eyes drifting over to her stack of books. Eyes glancing over the titles.

"H.P Lovecraft?" Tup questioned Y/n nodding.

"I find his stories interesting, I enjoy the horror genere as a whole." Y/n smiled moving her next peice, "do you like horror?"

Tup nodded, "I do occasionally, again hear and tell mostly."

Y/n nodded, "come with me."

Y/n stood up, walking into her room, Tup watching her.

"Come on." Y/n gestured holding out a hand for him.

He took it gently and was pulled up from his spot on the floor. Y/n led him by the hand into her room and towards a wall pushing on a certain spot a small door opened. Y/n leaned down walking through the door as Tup followed, Y/n closed the door behind them.

"Woah."

Y/n smiled, "the palace library."

"I am the only one who's ever in here." Y/n contuined.

The two walked side by side, out from the side of the room and into the center of the room. Tup turned around to speak, but he watched her pass a dusty window, the sun set passing in through cobwebs and dusty, shining on her think crown, her dress flowly and made up of multiple thin layers of fabric.

He gulped as she turned her head, stopping in her spot.

"What's wrong?"

"I," he started but stopped for a momment, "My name, its. It's Tup. I don't know if you-"

"Remember you?" Y/n questioned, "I do."

She walked up to him a hand extended, "Y/n."

He smiled as they shook hands.

"Tup." He introduced himself once again as they chuckled lightly.

They pulled away, Y/n's hands clasped infront of her.

"Well Tup its very nice to meet you again."

"Its nice to meet you too Lady Y/n."

"Lady Y/n!"

She took a quick step back from her closeness with Tup, clearing her throat.

"Oh thank maker..." the gaurd spoke under his breathe, "the duchess wishes for you to greet your guest."

Y/n nodded softly, "Well. Let's go?"

Tup nodded, the two leaving side by side in silence. They two making there way down to the main set of doors which led to the throne room.

"Lady Y/n." Obi-wan spoke, "The Duchess ask I escort you in while introduced."

"Oh." Y/n spoke looking at Tup he gave her an akwards thumb up, she chuckled and smiled at him with a nod.

Y/n smiled Obi wan extending an arm, Y/n linking arms with the Jedi General. The doors opened as they walked forward.

"Introducing Lady Y/n! Daughter of Dutchess Satine! Next in line for the throne!"

Y/n and Obi-wan walked forward people clearing a straight shot to her mother. Her and Obi-wan walked forward, feeling the stares on her she kept silent. It soon because uncomfortable, feeling the gaze more than just simple admiration or awe. She tensed as they walked making her to the steps to Satines throne. She pulled away from Obi-wan, bowing her head to her mother as she walked up, a smaller throne simplistic like how Y/n liked it and took a simple seat, she watched Tup sneak into the room carefully standing next to a man who had a medical band on his arm with his suit, before everyone started to fill the room again.

Satine stood up, she was making a speech Y/n zoned out, it was a greeting, thanking everyone personally for coming to celebrate Y/n's transition into womenhood.

"That's why I am glad to speak, Y/n's hand is extended for potential marraige candidates!"

Y/n sat up shocked, and Satine thanked everyone once again and took a seat. Everyone going back to chatting.

"Excuse me!? Marraige?" Y/n argued.

"It is a formality you do not have to marry anyone."

"Im not taking anyone into consideration," Y/n defended, crossing her arms and leaning back in her seat.

"Lady Y/n-"

"No." Y/n spoke, she was beyond annoyed.

"Thank you for your time..." he spoke bowing his head and walking away heart broken.

Y/n rejected any man that came up to try and give there hand to her.

Tup watched from afar, Kix and Dogma by his side. Men contuined to go up to her and as more and more did she seemed more and more irratated. He quickly walked away from his brothers would watched him out of confusion.

Watching him walk up to the thrown he started walking up the steps.

"Y/n," Tup spoke, holding a hand out for her, "I'd like to spend time with you, perhaps a dance?"

"Hey! Buddy wait in line!" A man argued but Y/n looked at Tup thanks in her eyes.

The lighting on him seemed perfect, he back lit perfectly, his eyes holding a smile along with his lips. Y/n grabbed his hand lightly as Tup helped her up, the two walking down the stairs hand in hand.

"Thank you." Y/n spoke they now in the crowd of people.

"Seems you needed it," Tup answered as Y/n chuckled.

"To the libary?"

"Actually," Tup spoke quietly, "I'd...like to have a dance with you."

Y/n flushed, "t-that sounds good. Yeah."

It was almost on cue did everyone backed up circling people who wanted to dance, Y/n and Tup in the center of it.

"Um. Tup." Y/n spoke.

"Hm?"

"Do you know how to dance?"

"Oh. Uh." Tup spoke, "no actually, do. Do you?"

Y/n shook her head no. The two laughing together as the music started.

"Suppose we should act like we're doing and maybe we'll fall in?" Y/n laughed.

Tup smiled in return, "I suppose."

The music started as they watched other, a simple waltz. Y/n and Tup luckily able to copy others, hands which once were placed in hand on on him, soon became more intimate, fingers intertwining. Tup's hand moving from her hip to the small of her back, she leaning into his touch just a bit more.

"Not bad." Y/n spoke softly, "we're doing decent."

Tup chuckled softly in return, "I suppose us clones learn quick."

"Clone?" Y/n questioned, "you're a clone?"

Tup looked at her confused, "You. You don't know that?" He questioned confused.

"I." Y/n spoke, "I don't mean to sound, uh, Rude."

Tup frowned, maybe she was an avid clone hater?

"I um. Havent payed much attention, to your face, my apologies." Y/n spoke, a flush coming to her cheeks.

"Am I offensive?" Tup questioned.

"No. No. Not at all." Y/n spoke, "On the contrary actually. I. Find you most appealing, your. Voice and presence is quiet soothing. You're a good man."

It was Tup's turn to flush, spinning her around softly as everyone else did. Her dress picking up just the slightest at the ends. Pulling her back into his grasp, it was sudden for both of them, there chest pressed up against one another, faces close, Tup's hand now across the small of her back grabbing her other hip as he lowered her into a dip, Y/n's arm around his neck as he did.

The claps of everyone was muffled in there ears.

Tup's nose brushing against hers as he tilted his head softly, Y/n stopping him with a hand on hie jaw , and she was raised up again in a flash.

"I. Im sorry" Tup apologized, everyone still clapping as Y/n bowed to him red faced.

"I...must go." Y/n spoke quickly rushing away and into the crowd.

"Wait!" Tup called rushing after her, she rushing out the throne room.

"My lady-"

"Im quiet fine a game of tag is all." Y/n defended rushing off, the urge of wanting Tup so bad fueling her feet as she ran from him.

Tup rushed looking both ways, "Which way did she go?"

"Left sir-"

Tup rushed after her, his shoes clicking against the marble floors of the palace as he ran. Seeing her take a turn up ahead he called her name once more, following her quick steps, she rushed into her ungaurded room and closing the door behind her.

Making it to the doors he panted for a moment, soon calming his breath he knocked on the door.

"Please! Y/n I did not mean to upset you!" He begged, "I. I should have asked asked you! I should have never just jumped into it!"

Y/n quiet as she leaned against the door, her body pressed up against it to keep it closed, he seemed genuinely angered with himself, and worried for her.

"I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." Tup spoke softly, "I...just..."

Y/n stayed silent listening.

"I. Seen you for the first time walking up with my brother to report to General Skywalker..." he informed, "I had no idea someone could look so beautiful until I seen you, then. Well then we started that chess game."

Y/n's cheeks grew red as she listened, her heart starting to drop its quickly put up walls.

"You just spoke and It was beautiful. I. I'm not good with words either. I." He sighed, "I didn't realize someone like me could have so much in common with you... half the time my brothers don't like any same things as me. And we're all copies of each other."

The knot in her stomach grew as she gulped, "I. Tup. Its not that I'm mad at you."

Tup was surprised to hear an answer, "I. I think you're quiet beatiful, I. I just...I've never..."

"Y/n you do not need to explain yourself to me." Tup told her.

"Just. Let me finish." Y/n spoke calmly, "I've, well. Tup. I. I. I've never kissed anyone."

Y/n stopped waiting for a laugh, or even a 'yeah right', but she got a sincere chuckle trying to break the ice, "neither have I."

It was a surpise to Tup when the door opened softly, Y/n's flushed face being seen due to the light of the hall.

"Are you okay?" Tup questioned Y/n nodding her gaze to the floor.

"We're you being..serious?" Y/n questioned softly.

Tup nodded, growing nervous himself.

"Would you..umm. like too?" Y/n questioned, "kiss me?"

"I..um." tup spoke his face full red, "yes.."

Y/n opened up the door a bit more so he could come in, taking the hint he walked in the room dark. His eyes not having to adjust as the French doors which were uncovered let in moonlight.

Y/n closed the door quietly, locking it behind her so they'd be uninterrupted. He turned his head watching her walk towards him.

Oh maker.

They stood infront of each other nervously, refusing to make eye contact. Y/n with a shaking hand reached out her hand, her fingers dancing along his shoulder as he looked down.

"Tup. I." Y/n spoke, her other arm following her first one on the other side of his head his hands slipping onto her hips.

Nerves in a bundle they tensed in one anothers arms, faces leaning in slowly, noses brushed up against one another. A few of Tup's fingers tapped and tilted her face to the side as he tilted his own face the other way.

"Tup...Im nervous." Y/n whispered against his lips, "what happens if...if i like it too much?"

"I'll do anything you ask me..." he mummbled her hot breathe hitting his lips.

It was silent for another momment, Y/n's eyes slolwy closing as Tup's followed. They leaning in the small space as there lips pressrd against each others. The bundle of nerves melting away and falling into ribbions that slowly started to knot.

The kiss was, cute, nothing more than pressing there lips against one another and then pulled away little space between there lips, a new found hunger filled the both of them, Tup pressing forward in a much more passionate kiss, y/n kissed back, lips dancing against one another. Y/n pushed into Tup. Breathe heavy through the armature kisses. Tup mindlessly picked Y/m up, her legs wrapping around his waist as they contuined to kiss. Walking over to her bed he placed her down carefully, climbing over her body.

Kiss only breaking for air, "Do. Do you want this?" Tup questioned, things had moved awfully fast and turned into a one night stand, love filled relationship neither could explain.

Y/n nodded, "Only from you"

"Are you sure? I don't want you unsatisfied." Tup spoke honestly.

"If its you I'll never be unsatisfied." Y/n told him, the two kissing again, Tup holding his like a peice of glass under him.

"I love you." Tup whispered against her lips.

"I love you too Tup." She spoke back. Tup kissing her once more.

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Notes from a Con Man - Musical Great Pretender Stage Report Act 1

This is a bit extremely rambly, but I want to give some description of the distinguishing features of the staged version of Great Pretender as compared to the anime, although my plan is not to give a complete recap of the plot, as I’m sure anyone who is choosing to read this has watched the anime - or so I assume, but you know you do you. I try to control myself and keep it just to what is relevant, but I’m also a wordy bitch and that will never change, so, reader beware, I guess.

The stage is set up with three levels (the stage level, the second floor, and the third floor where the band is). Both the stage level and second floor have a couple of rooms that can be pulled out or opened, and backgrounds are projected onto the set to create different settings. With the exception of the opening theme, which is taken from the anime, all of the music is live, and there’s very good interplay between the band and the performers, and I don’t know if I’d ever been to another show that felt so vibrant/alive/idk?

First, the biggest change made for the sake of clear storytelling on the stage is the addition of a framing device: the plot is conveyed to the audience through Edamura’s (Miyata Toshiya) narration as he tells his story to a prosecutor after the events of LA Connection. The play opens where LA Connection ends with Edamura being questioned at a police station, where it’s clear that he has been attempting for hours to convince detectives to believe the team-confidence-wild-and-wacky-adventures ™ explanation as to how he came to be in possession of a bag stuffed with foreign currency. Detectives are fed up with him and ready to go berniewiththesteelchair.jpeg on his ass. Enter Kitaoji (Kato Ryo), an elite prosecutor who seems to be on track to become attorney general, although it is unclear to those at the police station why he would take interest in Edamura’s case.

Edamura is initially reluctant to open up to Kitaoji (Kato Ryo), certain that he won’t be believed, but after Kitaoji quotes from Shakunetsu (side note: I had no idea that in English Shakunetsu was turned into Die Hot which is an absolutely incredible pun and I really commend the translator), Edamura thinks Kitaoji might be just the person to believe him and help him to make amends to all those he had harmed through his life of fraud. Kitaoji encourages Edamura to start at the beginning and goes to eat a piece of candy, prompting Edamura to question, “What would you do if this simple piece of candy was sold for $5 million?” at which point he begins telling his story, transporting us first to a club in Hollywood where we are introduced to the plot with Sakura Magic and, more importantly, Laurent (Miya Rurika, goddess, dressed devastatingly in green), who is identified in quick succession as a French trader, an arrogant Don Juan, and the “bastard who got me into this mess.”

Edamura bumbles through Laurent’s plot to build hype and clinch a deal with Cassano (Otani Ryosuke) by having Abby (Yamamoto Chihiro) “test” the “drug,” while giving small asides to Kitaoji to explain the main players and reveal to him that this is all a con job, but when Edamura is called to sign the contract to supply Cassano with the drug for $5 million, he flips out, pulls Salazar’s (Mikami Ichiro) gun, and flees the club, without the excuse of believing that he had taken drugs as he did in the anime. It is also not at this point that Edamura makes the connection between Laurent and Kudo and realizes that he’s been set up (Miyata!Edamura is overall a bit less perceptive than Kobayashi!Edamura, as we shall see, although I think this was a function of simplifying aspects of the characters’ interactions for the sake of clarity for the stage).

Kitaoji pops in and out of the story from this point, donning different costumes (an unhoused person, Toyotomi Hideyoshi, Razzie from the Shakunetsu series, etc.) to illustrate different aspects of the main characters’ conversations, and he serves as a way to get into Edamame’s head, allowing him to express what he is thinking and feeling as events in the story play out. It is in the metanarrative that we get some of these more comedic scenes, as well as additional insight into Edamura’s character as he grapples with his own identity as a scam artist and the son of a child trafficker.

After escaping Cassano’s henchmen outside the club, Edamura rejoins Kitaoji to ask if he’s following the story so far, which of course he is not (lol), so Edamura dives into how he met Laurent and came to be in LA. From here we flashback three days, joining Edamura and Kudo (Fukumoto Shinichi) in Asakusa as they spy Laurent as a potential mark. Edamura pulls the wallet-switch trick, and this scene generally follows the anime, although parts, such as the scenes showing Edamura selling water filters and Edamura and Kudo being raided by what seems to be the police, have been cut. After realizing that Laurent pickpocketed him and saw through his grift, Edamura quickly follows and catches him as he is about to depart in a cab to the airport. Just a moment to talk about this cab because it was such a cute, clever idea; it was really just a little push car driven by one of the supporting cast, and it can be disconnected in the middle, so as the driver pulls off, the back seat can be left behind, allowing the audience to watch Laurent and Edamura’s conversation as they are taken to the airport.

Similarly to the anime, the successive scenes are nominally delivered in English, so Edamura switches to a dialect of Japanese to represent his accented English, which I mention only because Miyata discussed Edamura’s code switching with Kobayashi (Edamura’s Japanese voice actor) in an interview in vol. 51 of Stage Square and how he was concerned that he might confuse Standard Japanese and the dialect during scenes where he has to go back and forth quickly. Kobayashi reassured him that as he got into the character of Edamura Miyata would naturally fall into dialect whenever speaking to Laurent and Abby, and I’m very biased, buuuttttt throughout the run of the show, Miyata performed this beautifully, and as someone who for several years lived in the Tohoku region, the dialect of which Edamura’s accent reminded me of, his accent made me really nostalgic.

Anywayyyyyy

After Laurent and Edamura bet on the outcome of Laurent’s upcoming “business negotiations” and it’s agreed that they will travel to LA together, the opening theme plays, the main cast is introduced, with Edamura running up and down the set to give a sense of action, the title in massive letters is lowered onto the stage, and we rejoin the main plot with Edamura trying to elude Cassano’s gang on the streets of LA by hiding behind the title. The supporting cast gives us some great background color as like random people in LA, like we’ve got some girls with Starbucks cups, some people breakdancing while simultaneously mugging a Dodgers fan, a skateboarder shouting “STREET”...for some reason. Perfect encapsulation of America *chef’s kiss*

Laurent finds Edamura and tells him to come home because he’s a good boy (😳), and Edamura is then introduced to Abby who, just as in the anime, kicks and knocks him out, after which they collect him and take him to an upscale hotel where Cynthia/Paula Dickens (Senna Ayase) is performing as a jazz singer. Laurent greets her briefly, but we don’t properly get introduced to her character until a later, very frustrating scene, but I’m not going to get started on that yet (it’s not her that’s frustrating, but it’s how they chose to have her and Edamura meet, but anyway we’ll get there). She sings “Summertime,” and it’s a lovely performance; all of her acting choices are very clearly informed by her experience in Takarazuka - she has these really dynamic, almost over-the-top movements and she uses that to her advantage to be one of the more comedic actors - and it’s really entertaining to watch.

Laurent orders them drinks; Edamura has something pink in a little martini glass, and he splutters when he tries to take a sip because he can’t handle his alcohol, which makes Laurent laugh, giving a lot of credence to Laurent’s statement soon after that he derives a lot of pleasure out of toying with naive boys like Edamura who pretend to be tougher than they really are. There’s also some funny adlib with Abby at this point where she gets brought different plates of food like fake fruit on one day and a tower of donuts on another. Laurent explains who Cassano is and the plan to defraud him and gives Edamura a notebook with a fabricated recipe for Sakura Magic, so the notebook is not part of what Edamura prepares himself when he goes later to get himself captured by Cassano to negotiate with him. Edamura has a couple of outbursts accusing Laurent and Abby of putting on airs, pretending to be carrying out justice, repeatedly interrupting the band who give him dirty looks and Shi-won, dressed as one of the saxophonists, loudly blows the saxophone back at him, and this prompts Laurent to be like nah we’re getting too much attention here let’s continue this back at the hotel.

The hotel scene is fairly similar to the anime, but once Edamura is left alone, we get the first instance of him thinking about his family as he reflect on what Laurent had to say about how people don’t always believe the truth that is in front of them as they would rather believe whatever is most convenient. He flashes back to his family going home together after his father finished a case (the hotel room is on the second floor with his mom and dad entering on the stage level; the younger version of Edamura is done in voice over), and of course they seem like a happy family, although it’s interesting that what his dad has to say about ethics was cut from the script. The scene focuses more on Edamura idolizing his father as a great lawyer.

Okay, so we’ve finally come to the scene I absolutely hated and did not think was necessary, after Edamura leaves the hotel room. He is approached by three unhoused persons, one of whom he at first thinks is Kitaoji coming to interrupt the narrative again, but he soon realizes that they are “real homeless.” It was really just a disgusting, cruel stereotype; one of them is playing with a rat they found, another is acting like a junkie, and the ringleader is trying to get money off of him because they haven’t eaten in three days and then they steal his little Toyotomi Hideyoshi figurine and play keepaway with it and don’t stop until Cynthia/Paula Dickens (at this point she’s Paula tho so I’m going to refer to her that way) enters and is like knock it off. So that’s how they meet. Cool. They could easily have come up with something else and they just didn’t.

But, anyway, since he got his figurine back, he explains to Paula that his hobby is collecting capsule toys, and during his explanation, a gacha machine is projected up on the stage, out of which comes Kitaoji dressed as Toyotomi, followed by a bunch of other figures from Japanese history. This part always got a pretty good laugh out of the audience, and I think it was a pretty cute way to stage it. Paula insists they go to dinner together, so she can hear more about Toyotomi, and the capsule toy figurines all follow to a diner (serving “breadfast” 24hrs lol) where Shi-won is dressed as someone named Ricardo. The figurines all start to get drunk, while “Ricardo” fixes Edamura and Paula some tacos; meanwhile Edamura explains that Toyotomi began as a simple peasant, but because of his hard work and study, he was able to climb all the way to the top and unite all of Japan as a powerful lord.

Edamura asks why she decided to help him before and he despairs that he must seem like a beaten dog, but she explains that while she might seem confident, she faces tremendous anxiety getting on stage every day, particularly as she wants to make it big as a performer but can’t expect to get the attention of a label just because she can sing a bit. (In the background, Francis Xavier is completely sloshed and ends up drinking with Ricardo) Edamura suggests that she take inspiration from Toyotomi as someone who was able to trick even his enemies into working with him and represent herself as someone more important than she is to get music producers onto her side. She seems fired up by this proposal, and she says that she’ll follow the example of Toyotomi, “Japan’s best confidence man,” which gives Edamura his own motivation to get back to trying to win the bet with Laurent. He asks Paula to wish him good luck and runs off, and we get the first dance scene with Edamura and a number of samurai as he builds up to confronting Cassano. The scene ends with him running into a video shop, presumably to rent Cassano’s movies.

Laurent and Abby are called to Cassano’s mansion - they argue if Edamura is capable of pulling off a job like this, although Laurent insists that he has a natural talent - but they are certain that he must be dead when they hear from Salazar that Edamura was taken into their custody at the airport trying to run. However, Edamura bursts onto the scene, dressed in a new Hawaiian shirt, and at this point, Miyata looks as though he has been in a swimming pool, but it’s just sweat lmao. Cassano informs them that he’s made a new deal with Edamura for $10 million, and when they ask how, we get a flashback showing how he got onto Cassano’s good side by praising Shakunetsu with Kitaoji, as Razzie, acting out scenes from the Shakunetsu movies on the second floor of the stage. Whenever Cassano hugs Edamura in these scenes, it was really funny because his jacket would get just absolutely covered in Miyata’s sweat just ugh gross lol

Cassano’s accountant joins them and they play out the whole bit about confirming Edamura’s credentials as a pharmaceutical scientist, at which point Edamura finally realizes that Kudo is working with Laurent, when he calls Kudo to thank him for deceiving Cassano’s attorneys. After Cassano has confirmed Edamura’s identity, he takes the crew to his factory and insists that Edamura make Sakura Magic for them right there and then so that they can be sure to properly replicate his recipe. She does this the whole play, but particularly during this scene, you can really see how well Miya Rurika portrays Laurent as always calm and and in control before Edamura but as quietly losing his shit whenever he feels like they’ve been backed into a corner, and we also get some very cute like Laurent clearly being exasperated with Edamura but the two of them starting to be able to play off one another as they convince Cassano that the factory isn’t up to snuff for making Sakura Magic.

They have to clear out because they hear someone coming, but Cassano promises that he will build a new laboratory for Edamura and entrusts his care to Salazar. The police bust in after everyone has left; Anderson does the absolute most to show off to everyone that he’s properly securing the scene, but he’s clearly relieved that Cassano slipped through their fingers once again oh my how does this keep happening oh well better luck next time. We get a proper introduction to Paula and Shi-won as members of the FBI who have come to investigate Laurent and his organization (Paula has changed into this beautifully tailored brown tweed pantsuit and she pulls it off so well), and Paula threatens to expose Anderson’s connections to Cassano if he doesn’t follow her lead.

After the scene in the factory, we return to the present in the interrogation room with Kitaoji and Edamura. Detectives bring Kitaoji additional files on Edamura, asking if the prosecutor has heard of the attorney Ozaki. They inform him that Edamura is Ozaki’s son, and Kitaoji is a bit shocked; he leaves, saying that he will review the files. The detectives collect the money before exiting the room, but not without getting in a dig at Edamura, telling him that he clearly takes after his father. Edamura is stricken by this statement, and the act ends with Edamura battling with this internal conflict.

I don’t think anyone would want to read all of this, but if you have, thank you so much. I hope some of it at least was interesting or informative. I’m going to end there for now, as I’ve already gone on for too long, and I’ll finish writing up the second act in another post.

#it's too long i'm sorry lmao #i have not edited this so sorry as well if there are mistakes #great pretender

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Letting go

Pair: Luke Patterson x Ghost! reader, Platonic! Willie x reader, Platonic! Alex x reader

Warnings: Death and mentions of suicide, drug abuse, kinda angsty

Word Count: 2k

For ages 18+

A/N: This is overall pretty depressing and it's not exactly a happy ending, I wrote this based off the song Out of love by Alessia Cara. Its not my best work but either way I hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: Gifs are not mine

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You knew this day would come. You don't know how many times you've called yourself stupid and cursed yourself. He liked her possibly even loved her by now. You were a fool for thinking that just because you found each other in this new version of life, that he could love you the same as he did before. Just because you were together before you died doesn't mean that you could have a life together after death. No matter how much you were still deeply enamored with him. Him and his stupid bright smile, his laugh that was contagious, his chocolate hair that you loved to run your hands through in the middle of cuddling. The calming feeling it gave you both, would it still have that same affect if you tried it now? Let's not mention his eyes. Oh, his eyes. The big green eyes that made him look like a puppy, so pure and innocent, it also held pain that you both would share at times. You both coming from families who had expectations. Expectations that neither of you could hold up. His eyes gave you hope, and butterflies and love.

They still did, he still did. He still had his optimism; although you could tell it was forced. it was the same thing he always tried to do. He was always the one to brighten peoples day and be the strong optimistic one when the others (and even himself) weren't. Either way he was still that same character he always was. And you were still deeply, unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him. You think you always would be.

Despite the new changes of your relationship. Or change. That change being Julie Molina. You saw the way that Luke had looked at her, praised her and her voice. You couldn't hate her for it. It would've been easier to hate her if she was a bitch, you couldn't lie, however she wasn't. She was loyal, caring and determined. She was strong and beautiful and exactly the type of person Luke needed. You were friends with Julie and you cared for her. So, no, you couldn't hate her. It wasn't her fault you changed and was no longer what he wanted. She was not responsible for your insecurities or feelings that you still held for Luke or the feelings that he held for her.

You decided you would let him go. You would let him go because your time with him was over. You were no longer what he needed nor what he wanted and that was okay because you would let him go.

You died a couple of months after the guys did. It was a drug overdose. After the Luke, Alex and Reggie's passing, you got into some pretty bad habits. Such as partying, alcoholism and your cause of death; drugs. It was not great.

The week of your death was rough. You were cleaning your closet after weeks of not doing so, you were gonna make a change, you would do better. That was until you found multiple shirts of Lukes laying about your closet, they were hidden underneath all of your other clothes that were piled up in there. In one particular jacket you found a note in the pocket. 'Can't wait for you to hear the surprise I have for you after the show beautiful ;)' After reading the barely legible note , you broke. You had suspicions he was writing a song about you, he was hinting at it before... and now this confirmed it. You would've gone looking for his notebook if it wasn't for Bobby who when you told him, brushed you off and took you out to distract you. That was when you were introduced to some guy who Bobby told you; had 'the good stuff'. You shrugged it off and took whatever he gave you. Turns out you took too much in so little time and you were dead.

After accepting the fact that you were dead, you wandered around 'life' hoping you'd find your lover and best friends. That day didn't come and you found yourself befriending another ghost named Willie. He was kind enough to show you the perks of being, well, dead. He even tried to introduce you to Caleb and that whole world but you decided you were out before you were even in. You had felt enough bad vibes from Caleb to know not to get involved with him. If only you had those survival instincts when you were alive.

Then it was 25 years of being a ghost and Willie had came to hang out with you in your favorite spot that you now called your home, a beach house that some rich family used as their Summer home.

"Hey Y/N, made a new friend today." He said skating into the house. You walked out of one of the rooms while reading a book, not really paying attention to what he was saying. "Oh really? that's cool."

"Yeah his names Alex, said he was in a band." You froze and looked up at him as he skated and transported on top of the kitchen counter. 'No,' you thought. 'It couldn't be your Alex, could it?' There was no way, not after all these years, it doesn't make sense. There were also a million different guys named Alex in the world. 'But he said he was in a band.' Your mind raced through the different scenarios. If you were thinking logically it could be a coincidence and it'd be stupid to think there wouldn't be any other guys out there who was dead, in a band, and named Alex. When you put it like that...

"How'd he look like?" Willie looked confused when you asked but answered. "Blonde hair, blue eyes, kinda cute but I call dibs."

Your heart was pounding, if Alex was here that could mean that Luke might be with him. You managed to roll your eyes at his reclamation. "Yeah you can have him, but um, you think I can go with you next time you meet with him?"

He looked at you shocked, "Uh sure?" He came up to you holding a hand to your forehead as if checking your temperature. "Are you okay? Is the loneliness getting to you?" You pushed his hand away.

"I'm fine dummy."

He laughed. "I'm just saying you never wanna meet any of my friends."

"Yeah, cause you have so many." You said sarcastically and plopped down on the couch. Willie, as extra as he is, jumped over it to sit next to you.

"Not true I have-"

"Ghost club doesn't count, they're creepy and enslaved to Caleb." You opened your book and pretended to read while you thought of what you would do if it really was your Alex.

"Whatever, what made you all of a sudden decide to be social?"

You closed the book and crossed your legs. You decided to be honest with him. You already told him of how you died, how you had a boyfriend who also died along with your best friends. He tried to help you find them until you gave up. You didn't however go into detail about how they died or what they did. That just brought on too many memories. But now you decided it was time. So you told him everything.

~~~

You were anxious as you waited for Willie and Alex at a place where Willie likes to skate at. If it was your best friend Alex you wanted to talk to him in a private place not surrounded by people. Even though you were all ghosts and nobody could see you, it felt more special and less awkward with people potentially walking through you. But if it wasn't your Alex then you could just leave and let Willie enjoy his 'date' with the guy.

When they showed up you almost screamed. You were in shock, there he was, one of your best friends. Probably the one with the most brain cells. "Alex?" Although you already knew you called his name to catch his attention.

"Y/N?" He ran up to you and hugged you.

"Alex," You patted his back "can't- breath."

He let you go putting his hands on your shoulders and pushed you to arm length as he observed you, taking in your appearance. "Wait..." You saw his face fall from the wide smile to a solemn expression. "Oh Y/N/N."

"Yeah..." You rubbed your arms.

"How?" He asked. "You look just the same as you did back then."

You chuckled. "Well so do you."

"But wouldn't that mean that you-'

"Died around the same time you guys did? Yup."

"Again, how?" He pushed. "You didn't, y'know ki-"

"God, Alex no I didn't kill myself." You smacked his arms away and paced around. "It's a long story, one that I'd don't wanna tell three different times. Are Reggie and Luke with you?" You asked hopefully. And he shook his head. You sighed in relief. "Where are they?"

"C'mon I'll take you to them."

And he did.

When you showed up to Julies garage and saw Luke for the first time he stood still, staring in disbelief. Reggie was the first one to come up to you throwing his arms around you and jumping excitedly. Once you managed to get Reggie off you, you went up to Luke "Hey baby." Tears were forming in your eyes. He pulled you into your third hug today, then pulling back, kissing you quickly and pulling you in again.

~~~

The bliss of being reunited only lasted so long before the band got caught up in performing in their new band Julie and the phantoms. You were glad that they were happy and that they had something that motivated them. And that all this time they were together. They even made friends, with a lifer, something you couldn't wrap your head around but you were happy for them. For a time you were happy with them. You were back with you best friends and you made new ones. You and Luke had a bit of a complicated relationship, you acted like you had always acted, of course things were different but you still talked like a couple. You acted like couple. Kisses were another story, it wasn't casual anymore it was when it was needed. It wasn't like before where if you would go somewhere or show up, you would give Luke a quick kiss goodbye or hello. Now it was more in the moment when you guys cuddled and you would look at each other and remember the memories of the past; of when you were alive and planning a life together. Your relationship wasn't what it was before but you would take it. After years of being alone -- with the exception of willie-- you would take those moments that you didn't feel were given 100% fueled with romantic and passionate love but with something different.

That was until the whole situation with Caleb happened and Luke and Julie hugged. They touched, how that happened you didn't know. What you did know is they were connected and they had chemistry. It was a hug, you internally rolled your eyes at your childishness. Technically you would've been an adult by now. Why were you worrying about your boyfriend hugging his friend after a situation where you all thought you'd be separated forever.

Maybe it was because you knew it meant more. The way they were holding each other wasn't how he held you the first time you saw each other again. You tried to brush it off, blaming it on you being insecure, it meant nothing.

Weeks had passed and nothing had changed besides the obvious tension and chemistry that Julie and Luke had. That was when you made the choice to let him go. You had nothing to offer him. If you were to get into technicalities Luke couldn't offer Julie anything, he was dead and she was still living. However they would have some time together and they had the band!

You did what you thought was best and you left a note on Julies piano along with with the note you found in Luke's pocket before you died. You always carried it around but there was no point in holding on to something that wasn't gonna be yours anymore. You would be in your beach house, where if they wanted to find you they could. For now you would let him go.

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