#can't til i can go to theaters again

[cityandking]

26, 37, 49, 77, 89, + 100 for minah and bran!

thanks tabby!! // 100 warm up questions

26. What would your character say their best trait would be?

MINAH — her flexibility, literal and metaphorical. she's adaptable in more ways than one BRAN — her charm! my darling silver-tongued captain, talking her way in and out of all sorts of trouble

37. What stereotypical role would your character play in a high school AU/if they attended a normal high school? (Nerd, jock, bully, goth, etc.)

MINAH — if you put the wardens in a high school au she'd be a theater kid. probably one of those theater kids who can escape the Theater Kid box (she does band in the off season and like, debate maybe? model UN?) but definitely first and foremost and theater kid BRAN — jock! she's a jock!!! she plays multiple sports (soccer captain bran) and she's on the varsity team(s) and has a letter jacket that she's always lending to sabine. she's one of those kids who refuses to be boxed into any one social group and makes a point to get to know everyone she can

49. What colors are associated with your character?

MINAH — her palette is pretty earthy and warm. golds, reds, burnt orange, brown, umber. white as an accent. also the warden blue & silver look, now. BRAN — blue, tan, brown, silver, gold. y'know, good sandy pirate colors

77. If your character had to multiclass into a class they currently aren’t the next time they level up, what would it be and what reason would they have for doing so?

MINAH — bard 100%. it would align really nicely with her entertainer/actor background, and I think Jack of All Trades, Song of Rest, and Inspiration would all be pretty cool and helpful things that fit with what she's already got going on. (I'd drop three levels into College of Satire for the bonus proficiency/expertise and the Tumbling Fool BA to dash and disengage and halve falling damage.) However! If we assume she can't multiclass into a caster because she's not a mage... Probably fighter. I'd say training with Leo gives her the opportunity to try it on for size. She'd probably go Champion for the 19 crit (double the chance to get sneak attack damage) and either take the Archery fighting style or take Close Quarters Shooter and switch her starting feat. BRAN — rogue is the obvious choice—she's halfway swashbuckler rogue already, and the sneak attack and expertise would be rad (she could be training with middy). alternately, I was seriously considering multiclassing her as a tempest cleric—all that love of the ocean and desire for freedom manifesting itself in literal divine power. sexy. plus I think it's something that would legit unsettle her, which would have been fun to play

89. What is your character’s relationship with magic? Are they scared of it, wish to know more about it, indifferent to it?

MINAH — minah's more chill about magic than your average Thedosian I'd say. she doesn't really understand it, but she's traveled with a couple apostates—it's not unusual for one to hitch a ride with the troupe now and then; for a while they had a fireworks show that was 60% firecrackers and 40% mage—and she's never had an issue with a mage (til now rip). she's also distrustful of Chantry doctrine as a rule, so if they say Magic Is Bad she's like, doubt.jpg. this has, as a rule, really broadened her horizons and acceptance. she's curious about it as a tool—like with cian's weird frozen heart, it's fine so long as it's an item they can use and not like, affecting his brain or whatever (rip, again). honestly she's got enough magic items on her person it would be weird if she weren't cool with magic. she could do without the zombies tho BRAN — it's simply not something bran has ever thought that much about. like yeah it's cool and useful and pretty damn impressive, but she can't do it and she doesn't need to, so it's fine. she feels about it the same way she feels about the gods: like, yeah, obviously they're real and out there, but what does it have to do with her? (she does enjoy using a fun magic item, tho)

100. What, currently, is your character the most curious about?

MINAH — what the fuck is up with this tevinter cult and why is starkhaven so involved in whatever's going on???? BRAN — she was curious about meeting the person who invented guns and finding out about all that! the party was just about to head off on that trip when the campaign got dropped, so I guess she'll live on forever in unsated curiosity (also, more broadly, how she'll be remembered. that's always on her mind)

#minah: cultists? in MY marcher states? it's more likely than you'd think (Classic Kirkwall amirite) #tysm for the multiclass question that's my shit #not me mentally specing minah out as a 17 rogue/3 bard in real time sldkfjdlskjf #minah #branwen #memery

[weekend-whip]

OMG I love Jesse SO MUCH!!! He's just so relatable and awkward and *Chefs Kiss*! I know we got a lot of info on him recently but do you think you have a little more of him? Like some Headcanon? Or maybe how his opinion on everybody is or some opinions in general?

Thank you!! I put a lot of love into him snksnk

I thiiink I've done his opinion on everyone at least in passing in some point, but in short: he sees Antonia as his best friend, Harumi like a sister, he's a little cautious and disapproving of Kai, he would be great friends with Jay if they actually spent time together (and Jesse could keep up with his enthusiasm haha), respects Zane a lot but still gets a little annoyed sometimes rip, is constantly impressed by Nya and thinks she's way too cool to talk to him and...do I need to explain Cole? XD

As for headcanons (are they...really headcanons if I have the power to make them canon?) hmm, let's see... *spins big wheel of whimsy*

He has a moped, as it's the only thing he can drive successfully

He's not a good driver

He's a theater kid (something he's tried to grow out of since entering high school. Miranda can confirm this has not happened)

He can't draw...well.

Loves throwing surprise parties, but never has really had the opportunity to do so

Inversely would also love getting a surprise party (and it would surprise him since most people get his birthday wrong and thus miss it)

He likes and prefers dressing nicely even when he doesn't have to (but will make exceptions for comfy hoodies)

He really likes clothes shopping actually (just can't afford it)

Also got hooked on makeup during Miranda's "makeup phase"; he especially like doing eyeshadow

He's not an amazing chef or anything (not like his mother), but he does know a ton of recipes and takes pride in what he can manage

He likes teaching Cole how to cook

He and Jay visit West Haven in their downtime to make up for the visit to Cole's house; they warp into a live performance by The Fold (but don't tell Cole)

Is eventually the one that shows Harumi how to properly handle knives/short swords (purely for entertainment purposes. Yup.)

His weapon is eventually going to be a naginata that can shift form(s) via his Effect of Metal and I'm only bringing it up again now because I finally started prepping the design and hnnng I'm excited—

It has a naginata form, a wand form, a "twin ring" form, and a "casual" form which he wears as some kind of jewelry (either as bracelets or a choker, something/somewhere he can hide if needed but still have quick access to. Maybe earrings if he's feeling spicy).

ANYWAY ITS REALLY COOL I CANT WAIT TIL WE GET TO THAT

I love my boi thank you thank you

#ninjago oc #ninjago ocs #oc: jesse marvell #fuchsia ninja #element of surprise #legacyverse #asks from nice people

[ingravinoveritas]

My initial thoughts when I saw that David would be playing Macbeth at the end of the year: Please put him in something slutty (although lets be real, David will make it look slutty anyway) and let him have a boyfriend, a Welsh king perhaps? Everyone loves a plot twist.

I feel you, Anon. I've actually just put up a poll asking how David will make Macbeth slutty and/or bisexual, because that was something that also crossed my mind when the casting was announced. I love that David somehow always finds a way to make every Shakespearean character he plays slutty (or bisexual, or both), and that it's become his sort of "signature." Most of the time I don't think it's even intentional on David's part--as you said, they could give him a potato sack for a costume and he'd still make it look slutty--but it always makes his performances that much more delicious to watch.

I noticed in some of the articles and on the Donmar Twitter that this production is being described as "bracingly fresh," so that says to me that we're not necessarily talking about a traditional staging, and there could be updated sets/costumes (as was the case with the productions of Hamlet and Much Ado that David was in). I've actually seen Macbeth previously in New York, with Alan Cumming in the title role (and almost all of the other roles, as the setting was moved to a mental hospital with Alan as a patient reliving the entire play), and there truly is something singular about seeing a Scotsman in the Scottish Play.

I've talked about wanting to see David live on stage for some time now and not having the opportunity to do so, but this...this is the one I'd really want to see him in if I could. The pull quote we've seen from him in the press for this is that it's a play that has haunted him "for as long as I can remember," and haunting is exactly the right word. I can't ever forget seeing Alan as Macbeth and I know that David's performance will be just as powerful and memorable.

As for him having a boyfriend (a Welsh king, even)...oh, how I wish. The day David's casting was announced, folks on Twitter were already mentioning Michael, and it's just astonishing how people can't seem to get enough of he and David together. I don't know if there would be a place for Michael in this production (though I absolutely believe he could play Lady Macbeth, especially after seeing him as Mrs. Robinson), but hopefully another production awaits that he and David can star in together. Live theater is such a different medium to TV, too, so to see Michael and David play off each other in real time would truly be extraordinary.

But yes, hopefully it won't be long until we see Michael and David together again (if/when the GO 2 promotional tour happens). In the meantime, we have plenty of dreams of David being slutty as Macbeth (or Miss Thane, as I have now decided is Macbeth's drag queen name) to keep us occupied. Only seven months til December...

#anonymous #reply post #david tennant #soft scottish hipster gigolo #michael sheen #welsh seduction machine #can't have one without the other #macbeth #donmar warehouse #also the Donmar is where Alan first performed in Cabaret #so when I first saw that I immediately thought of David as the Emcee #there is nothing like seeing a scotsman in the scottish play #also Michael as Lady Macbeth is everything i never knew i needed #yes #ineffable lovers #discourse

[septembersghost]

Sorry for sending so many negative asks and you don’t have to answer the last two, or if you want to you can answer what I said about Gen Z on here. I had a hard year last year and can honestly say watching the Elvis movie in theaters, Austin’s great performance, and getting into Elvis helped me get through it. It just sucks going online for the past year and reading nothing but hateful and negative comments about Elvis and Austin on the internet, especially from holier than thou Gen Zers who have no problem stanning people who are way worse :/

going to begin with this screenshot i saved the other day, that truly just encapsulates a lot to me:

also this gif my friend chelsea shared with me of el banishing haters for us. 😊 begone!

i have a lot to say to this and am unsure where to begin, so allow me to start here:

I had a hard year last year and can honestly say watching the Elvis movie in theaters, Austin’s great performance, and getting into Elvis helped me get through it. <- first and foremost, WITH ALL MY HEART, this is the point. this is what's important. that experience belongs to you, and it's BEAUTIFUL and meaningful, and there's nothing that can or should take that away from you. i am SO glad you had the film and austin's stunning performance, and then discovering more in e himself to help you. the value in that is unbelievably special, and it's unique in all of us who discover that solace in art and hold onto it in our own ways. the film has come to mean more to me than i can express in silly little posts here, and i haven't had that for a long time.

i'm so sorry you were having a hard time, i understand in my own way. i didn't expect to even make it through last year myself. there is a particular depth of connection and some measure of healing that came with this that i can't explain except to say it exists on some spiritual level. idk if you were here when i wrote a post on the night of the grammys, but there's a significant part of myself that i'd been without for a long time, and maybe didn't even fully know was missing, that e almost immediately set back. as if that broken piece of stained glass mosaic was there, but had been knocked out of place, and when it was restored, the picture was more whole again, and i could breathe a bit easier. like a bridge over troubled water. you don't know what's lost 'til you find it! i sincerely hope that you're doing better now <333

i have to cut this because it's long. 💗

i don't know where exactly you're reading negative comments, maybe i've just been very fortunate to avoid them since i've encountered them so rarely and block the few i've seen immediately (and anyone who has anything negative to say about aus is deranged on some level, when he's unequivocally humble and kind in every interaction he has. the only things i've seen about him are inane voice comments, and not only is that not funny, and was never funny, it's also clear anyone who thinks that has never listened to a clip of elvis speaking for two seconds in their life, as they sound nothing alike! i hate that something which should only have been joyful and made him feel proud has made him self-conscious because the media can't ignore trolls on the internet. austin is such a genuine soul). regarding elvis himself, he was certainly a complex human being, but he was unquestionably a GOOD one. it takes so little time to discover exactly who he was and all that he stood for, all he did.

it's like i read a story yesterday about how, when he performed at the houston astrodome, the owner told him he didn't want black people onstage and to leave the sweet inspirations behind, and elvis was like, absolutely not, they're included or i walk, period. and then he had had them driven in a car around the arena so that everyone could see them. it's such a typical story for him (standing up for people he loved and what he believed in with a delightful dose of king shit defiant behavior). it's why it's so easy to dispel ANY claim of racism because he was distinctly anything but, and there are countless stories recounting why.

you said: To add to my comment, I can’t stand reading most zoomers opinions of Elvis because the takes are almost always misinformed and hateful yet they worship artists like (he who shall not be named, I sent you a previous anon about him) 🤷‍♀️

speaking as your millennial elder sister here, i assume they either erroneously believe he somehow mistreated people of color (could not be less true), "stole" his music and/or misappropriated culture (absolutely not the case, and if anything, he succeeded in BREAKING a lot of barriers), or the situation with priscilla. i've addressed cilla before, but anyone making that into a more salacious situation than it was is not HEARING her specifically. they victimize her without listening to a word she says about the life that is HERS. about things that were in place before they got married, about the love they had for one another. they victimize her without her consent and i find that really upsetting. they're also not hearing any of the other women he was ever romantically involved with who have shared about him extensively, nor the women who were around him platonically who adored him. or they're listening to GROSS unfounded lies perpetuated by alanna nash, who i'm on record despising. did he have some ingrained patriarchal concepts? sure. he was a white man born in 1935, but none of those ideas were outrageous and it's not fair to even weigh that against our social mores in 2023, when we've been without him for 46 years. he had tremendous respect and love (not merely in the physical way) for women. he had tremendous respect and love for PEOPLE. i think of myrna saying elvis would've loved her just the same, no matter what color she was, because of who he was. it's infuriating for that to be taken away from him by people who don't even bother to do their research or try to spend a moment lending him compassion and understanding.

not to play the whatboutism game, but the person you mention has FAR worse and actually credible allegations, and yet that gets waved off all the time. i could name...a number of very famous men who have concrete abuse allegations or stories of very dark/disturbing things, and it simply gets ignored. i could mention someone who's oft-revered who was also a misogynist, racist, antisemitic homophobe and gets very little criticism. it's crazy to me that elvis gets any of those accusations when there's documented proof of his charitable work for black people (and literally growing up with and attending church with and learning alongside of and befriending and defending!), for jewish people (including being a shabbos goy as a child!), his generosity and care for others, and so on. someone sent me an anon the other day saying they feel like people online hold him to an unfair double standard (and they referenced a different famous musician who is far more problematic), which i responded to here. the fact of the matter is, a lot of it is rooted in caricature and parody and unfair jokes/stereotypes, some of which is incorrect judgment of elvis as a human being, some of which is this idea that anyone from the south must be stupid and racist, which is wildly unfair. remember: YOU KNOW MORE THAN THEM. i KNOW it hurts and is depressing and feels bad to not be able to fight back and defend him and prove his worth to everyone who discounts him, but that's on them and they don't get it, which is their loss. tbh anyone who doesn't get it can fuck right off. you know what he means to you.

the thing about elvis is, he had this...all-encompassing need for connection and understanding, and there was some part of him always seeking that. be that spiritually, and in his deep faith and interest in many avenues of philosophical study/thought, or in his approach to love of any kind. he didn't want to be just one thing to people, he wanted to, in some way, be everything. which maybe is too much for anyone to strive towards, but it was in his essence. chelsea also recently told me elvis was very interested in all the different definitions of love - the greek words, storge, philia, eros, agape, etc, and i personally feel a strong connection to that because that's always captivated me too, not merely the differences, but the way they inform each other. how we express love in this world.

el having a temper or making some mistakes in his life does not negate the artistry he possessed, nor, on a much more personal level, the amount of good he did and heart and soul he shared with people. loved ones, family, romances, fans, he had this boundless sense of love.

which brings me to us. i mean it when i say i believe it would mean everything to him if he knew how many new people, ESPECIALLY young people, are discovering him and embracing him and remembering him.

going to quote chelsea again: "it's like the people who find him are the good ones, you know? the thoughtful, loyal, interesting ones who see him as a full person. which is all he ever wanted."

i believe, without question, that he would love us so much. i believe he was meant for us to find him. i believe it would touch his soul to know he's had an impact on us, or helped us make it through, or healed something in us in any way. that would be worth everything to him. and he's so alive in our hearts, and i know he's going to stay there. that's what has the meaning, that's what remains.

to repeat this post from the other day:

i was having a discussion with tam like five minutes before this tweet was posted, about the people who dismiss him or belittle him not understanding the truth of who he was, not loving him for the whole of him the way that we do, so when this was tweeted, it felt almost like a sign from the universe. no matter how loud the clamor of denial, WE know what that love truly is.

you decide where to put your love. you know what restores your spirit. that matters through everything. i believe he reached out to and moved austin for a reason, that that performance was meant to happen. and deep in my heart, i believe there's some light of his reaching back that sparks in ours.

#anonymous #letterbox #elvis presley #i was a dreamer #i love him sm :( #and ilyyyy and all my e besties. you are wonderful 💕💕💕 #i keep typing burned and not shined bc of if i can dream aklfdkjlfdg #* #NOT THE MUSIC CHOICE CHANNEL PLAYING 'LET IT BE ME' AS I POST THIS he's so. haunting me everywhere! daily! i hear you hi e <3 #sail on silver girl; sail on by #there must be lights burning brighter somewhere

[mayhemwrites]

fucking perfect

Genya beams at her. Fucking perfect Genya, with her golden eyes that look like something out of a fucking book, and bright red hair -

Anyway.

Zoya thinks Genya is perfect, and she hates her for it, until she doesn't.

read it on ao3 here! written for the AU roulette challenge, with the prompt "your job"

full fic under the cut - one-sided pining, enemies to lovers, modern au, 2431 words

But no. Knowing Zoya's history of being notoriously bad with kids, her dad had decided to hire a babysitter instead of leaving her alone with her dozen younger cousins, but of course he'd said she had to stay. It was experience, or something. It would be good for her to learn to take care of little kids, and to get used to spending time with her cousins. He isn't wrong, exactly. After the divorce, now that her dad is moving in with the rest of his family, she's going to be living with her cousins until she goes off to college. If she can even afford tuition, let alone accommodation.

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Zoya's evening is fucking ruined. It's her own fault. If she hadn't bitched so much about having to babysit her cousins while her dad went out with his siblings, he wouldn't have found an actual babysitter, and she wouldn't have to spend an evening with Genya fucking Safin.

So he's right. But that doesn't make it any less annoying that not only is the babysitter he's found in Zoya's grade, she's also one of the few people Zoya absolutely can't stand. (Maybe 'few' is an exaggeration, but she and Genya have never gotten along. Ever since freshman year, when they met.)

Zoya's sitting on the couch in her new house, not sulking exactly, but strongly considering it, when the doorbell rings.

Her uncle goes to answer it, and she hears Genya's voice coming from the front hall. She asks all the right questions, judging by how impressed he sounds. Things about bedtimes and dinner and what are the kids allowed to do?

Then her uncle, the goddamn traitor, he knows she doesn't like Genya - he shows her through to the sitting room.

Genya beams at her. Fucking perfect Genya, with her golden eyes that look like something out of a fucking book, and bright red hair -

Anyway. Genya waves and says hi, still with that perfect smile plastered onto her face, and Zoya rolls her eyes and says hi back.

Her uncle leaves the room, and a minute later Zoya hears the door slam. So, she's stuck with Genya until her family comes back, which won't be til midnight, or something.

Genya sits down next to her. "Hey! How are you?”

Can Genya please stop pretending like they don't hate each other? It's not like this is some kind of one-sided rivalry. Every time Zoya wants something - every single time - Genya gets there first. Team captains, best grades - you name it, Genya beats Zoya for it. Genya hadn't even played soccer before Zoya decided she wanted to try out.

(And, okay, maybe Zoya's not wholly blameless here - she hadn't been interested in theater before she'd heard that Genya was auditioning for the lead role in the spring musical sophomore year, but Genya got the role anyway, so it doesn't count.)

"Fine, I guess," she says sullenly.

Genya sighs. "Do you have a problem with me, or something?"

"No." She stands up abruptly. "You should probably meet the kids."

"Yeah, good idea! Will you introduce me?"

And it's not like Zoya can say no, not without sounding like a complete asshole. So she introduces Genya to all her cousins, and entirely unsurprisingly, they all adore her. Every single one of them. How does Genya do it? They barely put up with Zoya, and now they're all over a complete stranger.

Fucking hell. Perfect, lovable Genya Safin. (And Zoya's still not over the unfairness of those eyes. Seriously, gold eyes? Should not exist.)

Of course as soon as the kids are done being enamoured with Genya, they start begging for dinner, so Zoya perches on the kitchen counter and lets Genya cook because yet again: obviously perfect Genya can cook.

The kids run off to watch TV, and Zoya's left watching Genya cook. It's almost mesmerizing, in a way, watching her make spaghetti sauce from scratch.

"You want some?" Genya asks after a while, snapping Zoya out of her daze. "There's enough pasta that I could make some for us as well, or if you want I could get us takeout after your cousins are in bed."

"Yeah, I don't know if I trust you enough to eat what you make," she says harshly. "Just because you're in my house, and my family seems to adore you, doesn't make us friends."

Genya shrugs. "Suit yourself. I'm assuming that means you also don't trust whatever I order from UberEats?"

"Pretty much. I'll get my own dinner."

God. Sometimes she makes herself sick with how bitchy she can be. There's no question that Genya deserves her enmity, but… does she always have to be so harsh?

She jumps down from the counter and stalks off to her room. Why couldn't Genya have been busy or something? And she's going to get paid for being here, antagonizing Zoya all night.

Over the sound of music in her headphones, she hears Genya call the kids for dinner. She doesn't move, though. Let Genya be the beloved babysitter, and Zoya the unwelcome interloper. She knows where she's not wanted.

Time passes. Zoya's not counting. From experience, if she counts down the hours until her dad gets home, it'll only go by slower.

She hears the sound of kids' feet on the stairs, and rolls over in bed to look at her alarm clock. Half past eight. Definitely bedtime.

Then nothing. No noise at all. Holy shit, is that even possible? She takes her headphones off to listen closer. Yep, somehow, perfect Genya has managed to get all Zoya's cousins in bed with no fuss. It's a goddamn miracle.

She waits a few minutes before settling down with a book, pyjamas on. But of course, because this night just had to get worse, the minute she gets comfortable, there's a knock on her bedroom door.

"What?" she demands.

The door opens slightly, and Zoya sits up to see Genya poking her head in. "I just wanted to say that I know you don’t trust me, or whatever, but there are some leftovers in the kitchen if you wanted some. Or I can order food. I don’t mind."

Goddamn. It would be so much easier to hate Genya if she wasn’t so nice all the time.

"How’d you get the kids in bed so quick?" she asks, avoiding the offer Genya had made.

She laughs. "Oh, I played a game with them. Kids tend to have a lot of energy at bedtime, but you can divert that by getting them ready for bed and doing something energetic at the same time."

"Shit. That’s smart. I’ll, uh, tell their parents, I guess. I won’t say it was your idea."

"Why not? Afraid they’ll ask me to come back and babysit again?" Genya says, raising one perfectly sculpted eyebrow.

Zoya flushes. "Yes, actually."

"Really?" Genya takes a step into Zoya’s room, closing the door behind her. "Has it been that bad?"

She takes another step in.

"I just - I don’t want you here!" she says, then winces. Shit. If she’d woken up the kids -

Genya freezes.

"Oh. Is that really how you feel?"

Zoya’s never seen Genya cry. She’s not sure anybody ever has. She wasn’t aware Genya could cry. Well, maybe that’s an exaggeration, but she’s never seen Genya express any kind of emotion at all. But she’s crying now.

Perfect Genya has tears running down her face from her perfect golden eyes.

Because of Zoya. Because of what Zoya said to her.

Shit.

She stands up and gets out of bed. Walks over to Genya.

What does she do now?

She tentatively rests a hand on Genya’s shoulder, but gets shrugged off immediately.

"If you don’t want me here, I won’t come back. Your family should be here in a few hours. We can stay out of each other’s way until then," Genya says, somehow holding it together enough to say all of that.

Zoya shakes her head. "That’s not what I meant - I mean, I did mean that, but I don’t think -"

What Genya’s suggesting is exactly what her plan had been up until that moment. But maybe that isn’t good enough. Maybe avoiding each other won’t fix this bitter hatred. Jealousy, Zoya supposes. She’s jealous of Genya.

"No, it’s fine. You hate me. I’m used to it," Genya says fiercely. "I just thought since I’m here, you could at least try to be civil and pretend like you don’t hate my guts for no good reason."

"No good reason?" Zoya spits incredulously. "Genya, I have every reason to hate you."

"Let’s hear them, then," Genya challenges. "Tell me why. I can handle it."

"You’re still fucking crying. I don’t think you can handle it."

"No, I want to know why you hate me when all I’ve done for the past three years is try to make you like me!" Genya blurts out, then claps a hand over her mouth.

What.

What the fuck.

"Huh."

"Nothing. Forget I said anything," Genya babbles, turning to leave. "This never happened."

Suddenly, things are starting to make a lot more sense.

Zoya walks out of her bedroom door. "Well, I’m going to go eat leftovers. If you want to stay there crying in my bedroom, go ahead. But if you want to actually talk about what you just said, you can come join me."

Genya follows her down the stairs, thank god. They walk in silence to the kitchen, where the bowl of pasta is still sitting on the countertop with a serving spoon in. Zoya grabs it and brings it over to the table, getting a couple of smaller spoons from the drawer as Genya sits down.

"So? Are we going to talk?"

"Uh. Do we have to?" Genya says nervously.

"Yeah, I think we’re long overdue for a talk."

"Then sure."

Zoya sighs. "Let’s start with what you said a minute ago. What do you mean that you’ve been trying to get me to like you?"

Genya blushes a deep crimson. "I mean that I’ve… been trying to impress you, I guess? This is awkward."

"Oh. Like. As in. Impress me how? And why?"

Maybe it says something that Zoya lost the ability to string a sentence together the moment Genya said that she wanted to impress her.

"Like, you liked soccer, so I signed up for soccer so I could be good at something you liked. Shit like that, I guess."

"Oh."

"I thought I was being so obvious that I liked you."

"Oh."

She laughs nervously. "Are you okay? You sound like you're having an existential crisis."

"I kind of am."

Genya rests one hand over Zoya's, and she almost jumps out of her skin.

Hm.

"I guess I wasn't as obvious as I thought?"

"No! I thought you were just trying to sabotage me with everything!" Zoya says wildly. "What do you mean you've liked me since freshman year?"

"I mean I've always liked you," Genya says with a shrug. "Your confidence. The way you don't take shit."

Is she dreaming? Did she fall asleep in bed or something?

"Hold on. Liked as in romantically?"

"Yes, Zoya," she sighs. "As in romantically. And I get it if that makes you hate me even more."

Zoya pauses. It would be so easy to break Genya's heart in this moment. She watches as she wipes a stray tear from her cheek.

But holy shit, Genya likes her.

When Zoya realized that the beautiful girl in her math class freshman year was actually a bitch, Genya liked her. When Zoya stormed out of soccer practice because Genya got picked as captain, Genya liked her - she'd been trying to impress her.

And, well, maybe when Zoya auditioned for Lydia in Beetlejuice in sophomore year because she knew Genya was, she'd been trying to impress her. Trying to somehow get closer to beautiful, perfect Genya.

Maybe it's not normal that she's always thinking about how unfairly gorgeous her supposed enemy is.

"It doesn't."

Genya looks up at Zoya, golden eyes brimming with tears. "You don't hate me more because of this?"

Zoya swallows her pride and meets Genya's eyes. She really is beautiful.

"Actually, I feel the same."

"You're lying to me," Genya says immediately. "This is some kind of revenge thing."

"No. Genya, I promise it isn't. I know I've given you no reason to trust me, but… I wouldn't say I liked you if I didn't. And I do. Like you, that is. The first thing I ever thought about you was that you were beautiful."

Genya frowns. "Just beautiful? Zoya, I don't want -"

"But you're more than beautiful. You're smart, you're bold and outspoken, you're talented, you're warm and friendly and just - you're fucking perfect, and I think I've been in love with you since the moment you walked into our math class freshman year." The words just spill out of her, and she can feel her cheeks getting redder as she goes on.

"Zoya."

"Yeah?"

"You're an idiot. You know that, right?"

She laughs. "Yeah, I know that now. Be my girlfriend anyway?"

Genya's breath catches. "Of course."

And so Zoya leans in to kiss her, but -

"Zoya? Miss Genya? I feel sick," comes a voice from down the hall, and they both spring back and jump up.

This time Zoya watches as Genya consoles her third-youngest cousin, Sumaiya, and gets her back to bed in record time. Genya might just be the best thing that ever happened to the whole Nabri family, and Zoya's definitely going to make sure she gets invited back as soon as possible.

When they've made sure all the kids are safely asleep, they go back downstairs to the sitting room and sit next to each other on the couch. It's been almost five hours since Genya got here - since Zoya was sat sulking on this exact couch.

"So where were we?" Zoya asks, keeping her voice low.

Genya smiles and blushes. "I don't know, why don't you show me?"

When Zoya leans forward and kisses Genya, this time there are no kids to interrupt. And when her family gets back, she's sorry to see Genya go. The only thing keeping her from clinging onto her and begging her not to leave is Genya's promise to plan a date.

A perfect first date for my perfect girlfriend, she'd said. And while Zoya doesn't necessarily agree that she's the perfect one in the relationship, she's definitely looking forward to seeing what kind of first date her perfect girlfriend is going to come up with.

#take a shot every time zoya calls genya perfect #(this fic isn't necessarily inspired by me having a crush on a pretty girl in my math class‚ but like...... maybe it is a little bit) #grishaverse #mayhem writes #zoya nazyalensky #genya safin #zoya x genya #is that a thing? is there a ship name? #auroulette2023 #shadow and bone

[concubuck]

Completely curious anon ooc, what is the toilet a reference to with the cal conversation? I'm taking it too literally and cannot understand what's going on. I'm genuinely reading and wanna know cuz my brain takes a lot too literally.

((He's talking about sexual partners. Their conversation started because an anon was like "I'm going to make it so that I'm the ONLY sex partner you want," and that worried Cal. Buck's reply is, "the idea of someone making me only want to sleep with one sex partner is just as ridiculous as someone making me only want to use one toilet."

Most people have sex out of sexual desire and attraction—which is what the anon was getting at when he said he'd make it so Alastor only wants him, like, I'll make it so that I'm the only person you're attracted to. But as a succubus, who Alastor sleeps with isn't a matter of sexual desire. It's an irritating biological function he has to perform several times a day—just like using a toilet.

When you need to go, your priorities are "what's the nearest easy-to-access toilet?" At home, you'll use the home toilet. At work or school, you'll go to the public toilet down the hall. If you're walking down the street, you'll think: "Is there a restroom at the destination I'm walking to? Is there a shop nearby where I can use a stall and then buy a cheap snack? Is there a portapotty nearby—and if there is, is it clean enough to use, or should I hold it til I get to my destination?"

You're not going to hold it in for another two hours just so you can drive across the town to a really pretty restroom with decorative tiles and floral hand soap. If you're already in that area, you might choose that restroom over nearby ones, but ONLY if it's convenient. When you decide you want to use a toilet, you wanna be able to reach it in under five minutes, use it in under five minutes, and get back to your life.

Same with Alastor and sex partners. He doesn't think who's prettiest or whose company do I enjoy the most or who gives me the best sex? His top priority is who can I screw the fastest? Who's nearby? Is there anyone active on Lustinder who's interested in a hook-up and less than a mile away? Is there a glory hole nearby? Does he have a repeat sex partner he can call on? He goes for whatever's easiest.

Which is why he scoffs at people who go "I'll make it so you only want to sleep with me." First off, sex is only as valuable as a piss to him: then there's NEVER gonna be a toilet SO IMPRESSIVE that he'd change his life to revolve around getting to only pee in that toilet—and never a sex partner so impressive either.

And second, what if somebody said to you "after you use this toilet, you'll never be able to use any other toilet ever again" and meant it literally? You'd never use that one specific toilet! Only being able to use one toilet would pretty damn well ruin your life, because you could never travel farther than like 20 minutes away from it. No going on vacation, no moving to another town—hell, even going to a long movie in a town a half mile away is risky, because you've gotta use the toilet immediately before you go and then the moment the movie's over you've gotta drive back holding it the whole time because you can't go while you're at the theater—like that sounds miserable, doesn't it? Being trapped close to your toilet?

Alastor spends anything from a day to a week outside the Pride ring several times a month. If he could only sleep with one partner, he'd have to give up traveling to other rings and quit his job on Earth. If he DID try to travel, after a few hours he'd be so miserable he'd have to go home.

To most people, "After you sleep with me you won't want to sleep with anyone else" is a sexy pick-up line that means I'm a better fuck than anyone you'll ever meet. To Alastor, it's a threat to destroy his freedom, combined with an outrageous declaration of arrogance—what makes you think ANYBODY'S sex could EVER be that valuable to me, much less YOURS?—and, on top of that, it shows off just how little they understand HIM if they think he'd find the idea of only fucking one person sexy instead of terrifying.

That's why he compares it to using a toilet. It conveys that his biological need is so important—and the object that meets the need is so UNimportant—that it's impossible/absurd for ONE PERSON to meet that need; so Cal shouldn't worry about anybody "replacing" him just by being good at sex. Friends are more important than fancy toilets.))

#anonymous #ask #ooc

[burgason]

Wishing I can make friends.

Going out randomly and driving until we think of something to do.

Singing at the top of our lungs to musical theater songs.

Platonic cuddles and laughing til we can't breathe.

Making plans to travel together and actually following through.

Taking silly photos together and hyping each other up.

Trying on clothing we'd never actually wear in the same dressing room.

Sitting and trying out new makeup looks.

Being able to talk about other peoples drama just to each other.

Meeting up after work to just get froyo.

I'd give anything to feel that type of friendship again.

I'm so alone.

#lonely #mo

[thed3adpoet]

so, my friend @propaganda-for-poets did this dps playlist with time accurate songs and i decided to do a headcanon for each of them.

Lonesome Town: Pitts and Meeks are slow dancing in the cave and Todd is sitting in the back, crying while he thinks about Neil.

I Wanna Walk you Home: Knox is singing this for Chris when she get out of school, she's laughing and he's making funny faces.

Are You Lonesome Tonight?: Charlie is packing his things after being expeld, he looks at Cameron side of the room, his eyes tear up a bit, but he tries to ignore. Cameron comes into the room after Charlie left, he sits in the bed and just stares at Charlie's bed.

Everybody is Somebody's: Charlie tell's Neil he kissed Cameron, Neil pretend to be heartbroken "you cheated on me? i can't belive it", and Charlie laughs so hard because it's been a while since Neil was so playfull.

You Talk Too Much: Charlie arguing with Cameron, again. Cameron said something about his parents friend being a doctor, and Charlie was done with it "you don't even know the guy, stop talking like he's such an inspiration". He's jealous.

This Magic Moment: Anderperry first kiss. They're is their room, Todd was giving Neil heart eyes when Neil was rehersing for the play. Suddenly, he got up and kissed Neil, but he got so anxious that he tried to pretend it didn't happened, but Neil hold his hand and kiss him again.

Poetry in Motion: Knox is writing Chris a poem, the poets see it and make fun of him, but later Todd goes to his room to ask if he needs help, and Knox start to praise Chris while Todd laughs softly.

Walking to New Orleans: Neil is getting ready to go to the theater to the first rehalsal, and Charlie jokes that Neil is abandoning them to be an actor, and that the next thing he'll do is run away to New York.

Paper Roses: Cameron is feeling so bad about what he did, but what's hurting more is the way Charlie reacted, how quickly he turned on him, and he cries. Alone, without friends and without his boyfriend.

('Til) I Kissed You: Meeks is doing his homework, Pitts is working on the radio. They're being akward because they just had their first kiss, Meeks is still red in the face. Pitts turn to Meeks and confess all his feelings, he's fidgeting and being so cute, and Meeks can't resist, so they kiss again.

Come Softly to Me: Neil and Todd sneaked out to watch the sunrise, they're almost sleeping, is the begining of spring so it's still a bit cold, Todd shiver a bit, when Neil realise he put his arm across Todd's shoulder, and they stay like that until the sun rises completely.

Among My Souvenirs: After Neil's death, Todd realises he doesn't own almost anything to remind him of Neil, the only thing he has is a copy of the Midsummer Night's Dream script, that he got before Mr. Perry had Neil's things taken out of their room. The script is all annotaded, little ideas on the lines, entrance markings, but something caught his eye. On Puck's final monologue there's written "i can't wait for Todd see this".

What in The World's Come Over You: Cameron is an adult, he's a doctor, he has a family, a house, the embodiment of the american dream. But sometimes, in secret, he takes Welton's Yearbook out of the shelf, and he traces Charlie face, and he remember.

The Old Lamplighter: Is the first time the poets have a reunion in years, and they try to read poetry, they try to talk about their lives, but all that they can talk about is Neil. They share stories about him, they imagine how he would be if he was with them, and it's like they can feel his presence.

Dream Lover: Pitts is pining for Meeks, he love him so much, but he can't say. He just stares and hope that Meeks somehow guess that he likes him.

Let's Have a Party: Pitts and Meeks managed to take the radio to the cave, and the boys rejoice in it. They dance, they sing, they have so much fun, laughing their asses off when someone does a silly dance, is the perfect night.

Save the Last Dance for Me: Pitts and Meeks are dancing in their dormroom, they hold hands, they trip on their own foots and they're having so much fun.

So This is Love: Neil is looking at Todd reading, they're in their room, then Todd looks at Neil and smile "what are you looking at?" he ask, Neil says "Nothing" then gets back at studying his script.

Primrose Lane: Knox getting ready to a date with Chris, the boys are with him making fun of him, but he's just smiling while the song plays softly on the background. In the end, when Knox is getting out, the poets are all taking turns cheking him to see if everything is perfect.

Poison Ivy: Charlie is on the showers playing flirting with the other boys, he rises his eyebrowns, flex his muscles and everything.

It's Late: Cameron and Meeks are trying to convince the boys to go to sleep after a dps meeting, they're exasperated because the boys just can't get themselves to go back at Welton. Eventually they give up, and only then the others decide to get back.

Only You (And You Alone): Cameron had a nightmare, and Charlie wakes him up with kisses and soft touches, they get back to sleep in the same bed, cuddling, after a whispered conversation that lulled them to sleep.

Loving You: The radio is playing in the cave, Charlie is singing, using the god of the cave as a mic, he serenates for all of the boys while they laugh at his antics, but Cameron is flustered and pretending he's hating every second

#@propaganda-for-poets #dead poets society #charlie dalton #richard cameron #todd anderson #gerard pitts #knox overstreet #steven meeks #dead poets playlist #dead poets headcanons #anderperry #chris noel #chameron #mitts #Spotify #i didn't did all of the songs but who cares #sorry for any typos

[bloom-domino-akrum]

What If.... Star Wars/ Beauty and the Beast

So I was watching the live action beauty and the beast tonight before work, I hadn't seen it since it came out and theaters, and I just realized while watching it who plays Lumière

So then my mind starts to think of what ifs.... and a plot came to mind but I suck at writing so if anyone feels inclined to expand I'd love to see your ideas on it!

What if the 212th and 501st were finishing a mission and some strange person was asking for passage when they left whatever planet they were on, of course as they are due for another campaign soon and they couldn't provide it so this person says a curse upon them but nothing happens so they just go about their day and get back to the ship and say no more about it.

The next day they wake up and the jedi and soldiers are all turned into enchanted objects! They spend a while trying to figure out how to move and freaking out, Obi Wan of course tries to contact the council but can't and no one can find Anakin, so they start thinking about the person on the last planet and the curse trying to recall what all they said. They figure out that they only have a certain number of rotations to fix this and some kind of kiss has to break it.

While they are figuring all this out Anakin has shut himself in a utility closet and is losing his mind because of what he turned into and full on freaking out because one thing Anakin hates is sand and what did he turn into.... an hourglass ⌛ which just happens to be counting down the time they have left til this all becomes permanent! Ahsoka of course is on Coruscant, because reasons, and can sense Anakins distress in their bond so she tries to communicate telepathically with him, he tells her to get padme and bring her to their co-ordinates because if any kiss can break this it should be him and his secret wife right!

Once Padme and Ahsoka get there they are in utter disbelief, they help the others find Anakin and Padme kisses him.... now this can be the perfect happy ending or..... plot twist it doest work! Yes Padme and Anakin are meant to be but it was not stated it had to be that perticular kiss.

So let's say that weird person had a sense of humour and decided it was 2 people in perticular with a certain connection who had to kiss in order to break the curse. And since I'm a Codywan shipper what of it was them but they are still hiding their relationship!

So of course they are all going crazy, Cody and Obi Wan just want some alone time, Anakin is a full mess because of course he's something with sand, Rex is trying to keep it all together and now they have to find out how to break this damn curse. Long story short Obi Wan and Cody think they finally have escaped for a second steal a quick kiss and everyone goes back to normal... however the troopers put 2 and 2 together and now Obi Wan and Cody's secret relationship isn't so secret anymore!

Here are my thoughts of who would turn into what that popped into my mind right away, yes some of these aren't that creative but they make sense in my mind!

Obi Wan - Candelabra of course!

Cody - Mantel clock

Anakin - Hourglass

Rex - Teapot because it makes sense later

Wooley - Teddy Bear

Fives - A mic of some kind

Echo - A speaker to Fives mic

Waxer - Regular candle

Boil - Pot

Kix - First Aid kit

And of course a bunch of the other members were turned into objects or just a bunch of tea cups that Rex is now in charge of because he's the teapot there for they just kinda flock to him.

Thats my headcanon... I may do some art of this, but I feel like this would be a hilarious arc that just goes in the confidential, we never speak of this again file between the 212th and 501st!

Obi Wan and Cody

#obi wan kenobi #the clones #tcw headcanons #beauty and the beast #anakin skywalker #padme amidala #captain rex #501st legion #212th legion #the 501st #the 212th #i dont like sand.... #marshal commander cody #star wars au #star wars tcw #star wars clone wars #ahsoka tano

[i-writes-things]

Ok about Supergirl finale I have to rant about season 6

SUPERGIRL SEASON 6 SPOILERS below

I CANT I CANT THEY SHOVED SO MUCH INTO THAT LAST EPISODE

AND MON-EL WAS LIKE HI OK BYE but they were friends and not lovers LIKE WHAT 😃and that makes me mad

but also if Brainy LITERALLY SAID NO to being with the big brain why does mon-el need to go back??? WHY DID THEY MAKE UP THAT EXCUSE FOR HIM

Kara and Mon-el literally are soulmates but they said no.

I was glad we got to see Cat Grant and I am happy for Kara and the fact that she got some peace with finally being able to not have to lie about who she is

OK OK OK wait ANDREA DOES NOT KNOW KARA IS SUPERGIRL right? RIGHT???

WHEN DID THEY TELL HER?? Because I don't remember that happening lol

AND THEY WORKED THE WHOLE SEASON for Lex to just defeat his own ass. It was a horrible fight like everyone was ready and then Nope Nope but if they fought them in that episode then they could have another The last one with domestic supergirl But its ok its ok

And the whoke season was just a step down, I mean THEY BROUGHT Lex back and he has been the villian for at least 2 seasons before

i know i know I am really dissing on Supergirl season 6

I mean They wrapped up everyone's stories great, really but there was just something about it

AND OMG OMG season 6 for William went from Him and Kara slow burn(heard that before the show was cancelled) to LITERALLY DYING

ok but ESME IS SO CUTE, and I am very very happy that Alex finally gets to be a mom!!

Back to Nxyly(idk how to spell it) SHE IS A HORRIBLE VILLIAN(she is just annoying) AND HER HANGING AROUND IN NIA'S DREAM WERE SO WEIRD

Also what was Lena's hair do's Like Every episode I would look to see what Lena's hair would look like never and I think we have a confirmation that she is goth.

I also feel like they rushed them adopting? Esme and getting married all into one season but they did a good job

Everything was just rushed which is what was always happening but WHEN THEY BROUGHT CAT GRANT BACKKKK

Bro I did not see her snorkeling to save the turtles but its Ms. Grant you never know

I AM SO HAPPY SHE BOUGHT CATCO BACK AND KARA I CANT BELIEVE SHE REALLY TOOK HER GLASSES OFF

omg omg

I just realized we are never, ever gonna see something new, not a new episode, no more new seasons

I mean since I was like 11 I would wait each year til it came out on Netflix to watch it, kinda that annual thing that forgot about until it was time to watch the next season

I remember I would watched Supergirl on repeat a few years back

Supergirl was my first favorite female hero

I am gonna miss her so much

I really wanna meet Melissa Benoist

Ok so I don't care you are able to get to see my top 5 I think maybe 6 female actress I wanna meet and why

1. Melissa Benoist-(Supergirl) Because she made me first wanna be an actress and two because she was there when not many people were(well just the show but I look put to her)

2. Emma Watson-(Hermione) We have the same name and Hermione showed me that even if you are born regular(muggle), extraordinary things can still happen to you, and the Harry Potter Books got me through my rough Middle School years

3. Daisy Ridley-(Rey Skywalker) She made me love Starwars and its weird because I can't remember what it was like before I watched it Also side note I went and saw The Rise of Skywalker first. That was my first Starwars movie. I know I know and then I went and watched 4 times total in the theater I loved it, and I remember before the first time seeing it I watched the last 15 minutes of the movie before to get a jist of what was happening and yeah

4. Elizabeth Olsen/Scarlett Johansson- (Wanda and Natasha) Funny enough I didn't really get into Marvel til the beginning of 2021, stupidly the first movie I watched was in 2019 Endgame, again, I know I know but I remember I was crying. I cried. I did, it happened and I only remember seeing it back then bc Oh well its the last one(i didn't know it totally wasn't) I might as well go see it. But then my friend beggged me to watch WandaVision and I got hooked, watched all the movies in a week sitting in my bed and then BOOM here we are. I was obsessed with Wanda at First and don't really remember when but Natasha just was my favorite I mean love them both but yeah.



#emma speaks #emma speaks about multiple things #top 4 at the bottom #supergirl #supergirl spoilers #Emma is anger with CW

[tuiyla]

Your post about Every breath you take reminded me of another reason I hate the pezberry feud, an issue probably nobody else has lol but not even one (1) thing about those two being on a Broadway show was factual, if it were, there would've been no feud to begin with - technically Santana would have been Rachel's standby, not the understudy, and she would've only gone on if both Rachel and the understudy were out. If Santana isn't in the show outside of playing fanny (usually in the ensemble, sometimes a supporting part) she's not the understudy. Many standbys can be in a show for a year and never actually go on, or only once or twice. So take your vitriol out on your actual understudy Rachel, she's a ton more likely to actually play the part instead of santana the standby. Also Rachel giving santana 10 shows? Not a thing. She doesn't have that kind of power. Auditioning in an actual theater? No. The already cast lead being there for auditions for her understudy? Nope. Where's the casting director? Rehearsing on stage at the same time when they're both playing the same part? Blocking, what's that? Santana getting the part even though she can't sing it in the right key? (I love Naya and I love her version of Don't rain on my parade but they did have to lower the key for her). Obviously I'm well aware glee isn't really set in reality but I find it a little strange that they couldn't be bothered to be even a little factual with what's basically the main arc of their main character throughout the entire series, being on Broadway. Those scenes are just so damn distracting to me haha (Although I guess none of these still aren't as stupid as Kurt and Rachel being allowed to sing on stage at wicked... Now that's the scene I'm going to choose to consider non-diagetic lol it's all in your heads kids)

Gotta say, I'm no theater kid so most of what I know is from Glee but I appreciate this perspective, TIL! That point about understudy vs standby makes so, so much sense.

So basically what I'm getting from all of this is that Glee twisted real-life logic even more than usual just to make the Pezberry feud ~work~. What a bastardly thing. I mean, Glee not being true to life isn't a surprise but you know what really gets me? When they don't even have an internal logic. Because the show itself makes a meta joke that Santana got Fanny despite not being Jewish and has the galls to compare it to Rachel being in a "Puerto Rican marching band" and they completely fail to see the irony in regards to West Side Story?? You know, the musical that should have been a one-woman show if McKinley insisted on putting it on. This is barely relevant I just bring it up whenever I have the chance because Glee lacks self-awareness to an appalling degree at times.

Anyway. Because I'm no expert on musical theatre and basically only here for the gay lmao I don't think about this stuff during Every Breath You Take, I'm too busy soaking in the Drama. But that's why I really appreciate this perspective and yeah, you're right and you should say it Anon. Then again, they just threw logic out the window the moment they decided Rachel's Broadway dreams would come true at age 19, didn't they?

One day kids we'll cover the Pezberry feud in depth. One day.

#glee asks #anon #makes so much sense anon you're right to be distracted #pezberry asks #kinda #sorry this sat in the inbox wow i had no excuse not to reply #i keep saying one day and never writing stuff 😭 someone force me istg #i'm this 🤏 close to just doing a raffle on topics lmao

[queen-of-my-goofball-army]

"Oh eh gunpowder, nitroglycerin, NOTEPADS, fuses, wicks, GLUE, and uh paper clips, big ones, just eh office supplies.

You didn't just drink that did you? That's not good that's nitroglycerin. Don't move, don't breathe, don't do anything, except pray maybe.

Hey look I made a bridge! Only took me what... ten seconds, eleven tops

I could unroadblock that if I had about 200 of these. Problem is I've only got about ten. Plus five of my own, and a couple of cherry bombs, road flare, hey too bad we don't have some nitroglycerin eh Milo?

We've done a lot of things we're not proud of. Robbing graves, plundering tombs, double parking. But nobody got hurt. Well maybe somebody got hurt, but nobody we knew.

You know I'm going open up the flower shop. And I'm gonna think of you guys every single day. Monday through Friday, nine to five. Saturday til two. Sunday better take off Sunday probably." (Vincenzo Santorini, Atlantis; The Lost Empire.)

When I was in summer camp every summer that the camp was fun we would bust out Atlantis Lost Empire. During this period of time at camp we watched a lot of classic movies, some that I hated like The Sandlot, and others that became some of my favorite movies of all time like Atlantis and Goonies. Throughout all of these days of vacation the movie that I looked forward to watching the most with my best friend's was Atlantis. We had our own individual favorite characters because the side characters are all so diverse from each other. My best friend loves Moliere, but my favorite has always been Vinny ever since I can remember.

I didn't watch this movie when I was living in California. It wasn't even on my radar as a thing that existed until I was eight and started going to camp every summer. But I remember the first time that I ever saw it instantly loving Vinny. There was just something about that dry sarcastic sense of humor that just fit his personality. He might have come off as. nonchalant and uncaring of what happened but you knew deep down that he cared about Milo and his friends. One of my favorite moments of "soft VinnyTM" is when he pitches Milo's tent for him because he can't do it himself. I always love that little moment because while he could've just left for him to fend for himself he didn't and instead decided that he would rather do something for his friend that he was coming to care about.

I would describe Vinny as soft but with a harder outer shell. He prefers to make snarky comments because he has been through a lot with losing his original flower shop. Even if it gave him his love of demolitions and explosives, he still missed that part of his life. It was who he was for such a long time that losing it took it's toll. He's the kind of person who while he doesn't have many friends the ones that he does have he would do anything for. I love his friendship with Mole even if most of the time it's spent with him looking at him like he's insane it cracks me up every time.

Vinny's voice is actually really fascinating because his voice was done by a man by the name of Don Novello. Now Don here is an Italian improvisational comedian. What that means is for those of you who don't understand theater terminology improv is what you come up with on the fly to usually make people laugh. You have a set of jokes or an idea before you go on stage and perform it. Why this is important for Vinny is because Don never used a written line for him that wound up in the finished film. He would say a line once and then never use the same one again and would instead come up with his own thoughts about the character. It's very much something that only Don is capable of bringing to life. While I love the idea of RDJ playing him for a live action film it would only work if he was able to have the same freedom and liberties.

Vinny to me is day's in the Centerplace Summer Day Camp movie room also our theater room there. It's coming out from the heat and into the soft air conditioning sitting between my two best friends and waiting for our individual favorite characters to come up. I mentioned my best friend who loves Mole but my best guy friend at the time loved Sweets. Vinny is whispered matching lines of dialogue to match his, it's quoting him during field trips, it's sitting between my two best friend's waiting for his first scene. Vinny Santorini just reminds me of summers when I was a little kid. He'll always be my favorite Italian demolitions expert, tough but with a soft and caring heart.

#atlantis lost empire #vinny santorini #favorite characters #comfort characters #day 15: underrated disney side characters

[secretaryunpaid]

Prompt list I think its fluff number 20 “i’m not playing truth or dare.” can't wait to read 😘

Thank you for the ask, @pixie88 !!! 

(Giving myself a pep talk in advance, lol)

Hmmm... fluff... okay, you're gonna make me a fluff writer yet, lol... let's do this...

Pairing: Dahlia & Samuel Dalton

Rating: General

Word Count: 1615 approximately

It was going to be an exciting evening, or so she had hoped. Vivian came for the twins and it was just Sam and Dahlia for the weekend! Sam phoned to tell her to get dressed and that he was on his way home.

We all know where Dahlia's mind went... she was so excited she hurried to dress and put on some hype music to boost her energy... Feeling herself in her daisy yellow halter top and skorts, she did a little dance through the room., while lip syncing the lyrics to Wild Thoughts by Rihanna & Bryson Tiller... 

She enters the kitchen to prepare a charcuterie board and other ingredients, she figured on maybe some light eating and a movie in their private home theater room... but really not taking in the movie... She would invade his man cave, and he wouldn’t regret letting her in...

Looking down at the sound of her phone’s notification, she sees the message from Sam saying that he was in the parking garage and would be up soon. Her excitement builds, and she hurries to pour them drinks. Maybe they could finish the night with a rooftop swim... but she didn’t want to jump ahead of herself... she’d need to determine Sam’s energy level after his long hours of work.

She hears the elevator chime and rushes to greet him, handing him his first drink of the night. “Welcome home, baby... I’ve missed you!” Planting a soft kiss on her lips, he takes the drink before intertwining their fingers, leading her back inside.

“You’re in a great mood! And this yellow... Mhmm! Do a spin for me...” 

She spins slowly so that he can take in his eye’s content before teasing, “I thought we could play a little ‘Driving Miss Daisy” tonight... See what I did there? You know, cause I’m in yellow...” Realizing the insinuation has gone overhead, “Yellow... like daisies...”

Sam finally catches on, realizing that she isn’t asking him to chaufer her anywhere, but instead drive her in the way she enjoys most.

They reach the dining table where she has the charcuterie board set, and Sam kisses her temple, “You were really excited about this evening weren’t you? Looks like enough for everyone.”

Dahlia’s happy face turns puzzled... “Everybody? Isn’t ‘everybody’ already here?”

He kisses her again answering, “Well... I thought I would try something new tonight... so I invited a few guests over... for a game night.”

“Has someone snatched my real husband? Game night with guests? Color me very surprised!... But I got all cute for you, I set up the man cave for a movie night, thinking we could finish with a late night swim...”

“I’ll still have all the energy you need from me, but... “ He kisses her teasingly as he tickles her, “We’ll have company, and your plans sound like we need to wrap things up quickly... So we need to plan this just right... I’m not trying to disappoint my lady in any way.”

Before you even get started, “I’m not playing truth or dare.”

Sam chuckles, asking her why not. “Come on... how bad can it get? ... Don’t I know everything I need to know ... or every dark or dirty thing that you’ve ever done?”

Dahlia smiles through the question, internally screaming... He can never know the full truth... He wouldn’t want to ever lay eyes on me again... “Why not pictionary or even ... ugggh... monopoly?”

“What have you got against monopoly?,” he laughs.

“Only never being able to keep anything that I buy, and going to jail...it’s like that’s the only home that I get to keep!”

Sam laughs questioningly with a huff, “Home?... You’re referring to jail  as home?”

“Well... it takes FOR-ever to get out of... if I even do... so... Yeah!!!”

“Okay... so what can I do to convince you on “Truth or Dare”? Cause it’s one of my favorites other than “Never Have I Ever”... Oh, we could-”

“Oh, HELL NO! Not that game either,” she stresses, shaking her head adamantly...

His eyes alight with intrigue he pleads to have his way. “Please... I won’t make you run through Central Park in your birthday suit...” Kissing her neck, he laughs... “Just through the lobby, see ... easy.”

Playfully shoving him away, she laughs. “See, this is why! This is why I won’t play truth or dare with you!”

“Well, it’s game night... Those are my picks... Tell me yours and we will find a way to choose,” he says, coming up behind her, locking her in his embrace, figuring if he gets her ‘motivated’ she will let him have his way.

“Well...I do have some dirty dice... We could get a bucket of ice... I can...” Reaching to whisper against his ear, she teases of the many naughty things that could be done... IF... if he’d call off inviting the others, that is...

Robin and Jenny are coming over... plus, I invited a few more couples to come over...” Raising a brow as he confesses, Sam waits for Dahlia’s reaction. “Really !!!! This is so unlike you... It’s usually just us and the kids... and your mom occasionally ... What’s changed?... Wait... Who are you, and what have you done with my husband?,” giving Sam a sideways glance before grinning, her beautiful smile warming his heart.

“I started seeing a therapist again.”

Her expression sharply changed from playful to deeply concerned. Her heart sank, wondering if he was having second thoughts about their marriage, but felt he couldn’t talk to her about it... “A therapist ?!!!? But.. why?”

“I was starting to have panic attacks... I didn’t want to distract you from your “skinsulate” development and  trials. I know how important that has been to you. I’m proud that you are making such headway with it... I won’t take from that with my drama.”

“Is that the truth? It’s not... being married to me is it?” Hesitant to make eye contact, wringing her hands together, attempting to brace herself for heartache. “But you can always talk to me, love... about anything... I don’t judge or react unless you are confessing to cheating on me... then it’s an open forum other than that. You know me, Sam...,” peering into his eyes, searching for truth...

“Well, maybe we can {kiss}... talk {kiss}... more about it later {deeper kiss, his hands now probing under the hem of her skorts }... cause...” He begins to pull away, “Company has just arrived... I just heard the elevator chime...”

Heated and now left hanging, Dahlia groans in frustration, but pulls him back for a final kiss before he goes to greet them. “Husband... we are finishing this later!,” she calls after him.

Jenny comes in first, making her way to Dahlia, hugging her tightly before leaning to wave the bottle of Duce, “Let’s start this game night right! Where are the glasses?” 

  Next Robin comes in, followed by the other couples... He teases Sam, “You must be a fool in love... the great recluse is now hosting game nights in his home ???” Then his eyes land on Jenny, who immediately blushes at the memory of their wild night together.

The other couples show off the things they brought for tonight, asking which games they’ll be playing collectively, sounding like a room of overly excited grade school children. Robin exclaims confidently, “Truth or Dare... All night, baby !!!”

The group shows mixed emotions, but the majority sing out together,

“I’m not playing truth or dare!”

Each in turn explaining the awful dares and mind blowing truths revealed in past games, as Dahlia and Jenny finally join them with a tray of drinks for everyone. “What’d we miss?,” she asks as she introduces herself to the couples she doesn’t know. 

Robin reminds Sam of the dare he had from a time they played before... He had to rap his infomercial for their upcoming project... Mason, Sr was pissed, because it was being recorded live...

Sam rubs the memory and embarrassment from his face although the can’t help but laugh over the expression on their parent’s faces ... along with key investors for the project.. “I wasn’t going to let you hold that over my head Robin... I had to do it! It took me weeks of apologies and ass kissing to fix that  situation... And it even forced me to ... ahem... perform outside of the norm...”

Robin continues to blast Sam’s dares, telling of the he dared Sam to wear a disguise and pretend to be an assistance of Robin’s that had Tourette Syndrome, constantly blurting out “R-R-Robin’s the the the the ... Eeek!(high pitched) M-Man!” Everyone turns to Sam before snapping their heads back to Robin, who simply throws his hands up. 

“No disrespect to the disabled... just knocking Sammy down a peg or two or fifty,” he laughs,”Being Mr. Perfect and “can do no wrong” in everyone’s eyes...he deserved it... Can’t handle the consequence, don’t play the game...,” he says callously, shrugging through his continued laughter. “Show ‘em the tick Sam... go ahead!” Robin is near breathless and in tears...

Dahlia swats Sam’s shoulder, shocked that he would do such a thing. “Yet, you still insist on this for game night?... Oh, I didn’t miss the first dare mentioned either... we will be discussing those performances later once everyone has left, Mr. Dalton,” she smirks knowingly.

Robin finally yells over, “So Dahlia... We’re playing-”

“I’m not playing Truth or Dare! Pack it in Robin!!! ” 

Everyone laughs, and continues discussing what will be played while eating, enjoying the hell out of the stories told and taunting each other. Dahlia makes her way over to Sam, whispering softly against his ear, “Still not playing, but ... I dare you to slip off for a quickie to hold me over til later!”

“Umm, guys, I think we ran out of ... ICE, we’ll be right back!,” Sam yells out to the group as he’s dragging Dahlia from the room. Everyone looks puzzled, except for Jenny and Robin, looking towards the large tub of ice on the table next to the bottles of champagne. 

Robin makes his way over to stand next to Jenny, giving her a smoldering look before asking, “Truth or Dare?” ...

~~~~~ @pixie88, It’s not smut, but... ~~~~~

I just may learn this fluff writing thing, yet...

#@Becoming Mrs. Dalton #fluff prompts #@pixie88 #@aussieez #@ezekielbhandarivalleros #the nanny affair #@prompt writing

[cobertaddict]

11, 15, 32, 39 for the song ask

Thank ya Anon! 💕

11. A song that reminds you of your best friend

It's honestly a sad song, but there's a reason behind it. It's Fourth of July by Sufjan Stevens.

This is probably going to be sad & sound depressing so I'm going to give a bit of a trigger warning.

TW: death, grief, lost of a loved one

During my sophomore year in high school, my best friend's mom passed away in a tragic and heartbreaking way. I can not describe in words how much sadness I felt for him and his family for her sudden death, I just wanted to take his pain away but I couldn't. I always thought of my friend whenever I heard that song because of the lyrics. Fast forward a few years to our spring break during freshman year in college, my friend tells me he wants to go to see his mom's grave alone and asks me if I want to join him. I told him I'll go if he wants me to, I didn't want to intrude on such a very private moment for him. But he kept asking me and assuring me it wasn't a problem at all. It didn't hit me til later that I think he really wanted me to go because he needed someone there for him. When we visited his mom's grave we talked about everything and nothing, and most of all we cried together. At one point, he took out his ear buds and we started listening to music on his phone together. I asked him if he ever heard of the song Fourth of July, to which he responded he hasn't. I played it to him and explained the lyrical meaning behind it. He liked the song and related a lot to it. Now it's one of his favs & he listens to it when having difficulty coping with the lost of his mother. Even though visiting his mother's grave was a sad and sorrowful day, it somehow made our friendship stronger. Our friendship was already strong prior to our visit, but seeing each other in such a vulnerable state made our friendship unbreakable. Now whenever I hear that song I always think of him and his mother. May she rest in peace.

15. A song that makes you want to fall in love

Dancing in the Moonlight by Alt-J (a cover song)

This song makes me want to slow dance with the love of my life... who ever that may be in the future

32. A song that you think has an important message

Hmm... I can't decide between two songs so I'll put both, sorry for cheating a bit

Neon Gravestones- Twenty One Pilots **TW: discussion of suicide**

Very meaningful message, that's all I'm gonna say about this song so you can interpret it how you'll like

Take Me to Church- Hozier

Very important message regarding sexuality. As a person who was baptized through the Catholic church, I agree (and relate) with its meaning, you should never be ashamed for embracing your sexuality and sexual orientation. And for that reason, we stan Hozier in this house 🙌😅

39. Your favorite instrumental (no lyrics/singing) song

Again, this is difficult because I have so many! But I somehow managed to put one 😅

Hope (Xavier's Theme) from X-Men: Days of Future Past soundtrack- John Ottman

This song right here is what kicked off my love & appreciation for movies' music scores/ soundtracks. Fun fact about me, I'm a huge X-Men fan. I could talk more about my love for the superhero group, but that's a conversation for a different day 😅. I remember seeing X-Men: Days of Future Past in theaters and enjoying it so much, despite it not following the comic storyline 😬. Like every Marvel fan, I stayed for the after credits, and which this song was playing. I just fell in love with it and had such a emotional connection with it. It just fascinated me so much that not a single word or lyric is uttered, but I somehow felt so much raw emotion in the song; a sense of vulnerability & sorrow, but also the battle to hold on to hope and be resilient, and finally there's contentment in the end. It really captures Professor X's character development in the movie very well I would say. With that being said, this instrumental piece has a special place in my heart and can never get old no matter how many times I listen to it :)

Thank you again anon for the ask! Here's some cobert cuteness for ya

#well this was kinda sad #but i still enjoyed it #i would recommend listening to the songs but of course you can do whatever you want 😅😂

[infinitesimal-grey]

Prince Starved

Chapter 2

Prinxiety G/t College AU

Collab with R and @hiddendreamer67

Links to other chapters and taglist in the reblog

Welcome back to: gratuitous fearplay

Chapter Warnings: Swearing, bullying, violence, choking, general fear

Word count: 1,485

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The ginger smirked and exchanged a look with his friends. He appraised Virgil from his stance looming above the human. "Hmm, nah looks like this place is pretty full. How ‘bout you get lost instead?"

Virgil felt his chest ache slightly from the sheer terror of it all, but didn't let it show. "How 'bout you? I'm not leavin' 'til I'm done here, so find another table or fuck off." What the hell are you doing??? These're Giants you can't do anything against them! Nonono augh you already said it!

The Giant scooped up Virgil, coiling his pale fingers around the human’s body tightly. He lifted Virgil inches away from his face. "How. about. no. You're Roman's friend, right?" He grinned menacingly practically spitting the giant's name. Several of his friends laughed and sneered.

Roman, meanwhile, was distracted with Camden calling his name for the drink order. The human barista walked Virgil's hot cocoa out from behind the smaller, human bar built on top of the giant counter while Camden handed him the giant sized cup. The miniscule human drink was in a cardboard tray meant to make it easier for giants to carry. Roman carefully tried to pinch the tray with between two fingers from the human barista. His name tag read Remy, one of Roman's fellow frat members.

It was then that Remy spotted the trouble going down. He looked up at Roman with wide eyes, "Roman! Your friend!"

At the mini barista's words Roman whipped his head around, golden brown eyes instantly locking onto the table across the cafe. Roman's heart skipped a beat when he couldn't see Virgil where he left him. He immediately abandoned both drinks. Roman's eyes flicked to the redhead standing there and narrowed his eyes. Roman recognized the bully from theater and let out a primal growl deep in his throat that he didn't even know he could emit. The giant immediately started storming his way over with all the rage of a chrome knight.

Virgil felt his stomach drop as he was lifted up-this time in a rough grip without warning or consent. Oh fuck, oh fuck. He kept his brave exterior though, keeping the glare up toward the giant. "Put me down."

"Put him down he says," the ginger mocked to his friends, "No. I'm not leaving till I'm done here." he used his own words against him and smiled sinisterly at Virgil, regarding him like a mouse caught in his claws.

Virgil glared, barely keeping himself from shuddering at the sinister grin. "Well I say ya' already are, so how about you fuck. off. ?" What the fuck am I doing. He's going to fucking hurt you if you don't SHUT UP Virge this is why we don't interact with giants!

"You little sh-" The Giant couldn't even finish his insult before Roman appeared in his full six foot five glory. Well, six foot five according to giant scale. To Virgil he was well over a 100 foot skyscraper. Roman vice gripped the ginger's throat, cupping his other hand under Virgil and squeezing the throat hand until the other giant had no choice but to drop Virgil and claw at his own throat. Roman's hand immediately curled around the tiny human and pressed him to his chest protectively. Fury from hell itself blazed in his eyes. Comrade’s friends froze, unsure of what to do without risking triggering Roman into doing worse.

“Huh. I guess your bark is worse than your bite.” Roman’s eye’s sparked dangerously.

Remy and Camden at behind the counter averted their eyes. Camden knew Comrade from working stage crew and Remy heard Roman and the others bitch about the bully and his goonies all the time. It’s not his fault, Remy works long hours and has nothing to do but to listen for gossip.

Virgil's eyes widened, feeling his fear finally betray him as he shook. He watched Roman’s tan hand grip the pale ginger's throat until he found himself falling, only to land in another hand-though this time he wasn't in a fist, instead was cupped up close to a chest... Oh fuck he’s gonna start a fight.

Virgil tried to speak, but his voice came out shaky, barely above a whisper. "Please don't start a-a fight.."

Roman's eyes burned but they flicked downward and smoldered at Virgil's soft words. He growled once more at the ginger, sending a glare worth a thousand scorching suns into the other's eyes. The ginger snarled and held his likely bruised throat, but knowing when he was beaten the giant backed off, signalling for his cronies to leave with him.

When the bell on the door signaled their leave Roman peeled back his hand just enough so he could see Virgil and vice versa. Roman dampened his glare into intense worry but the residual fury didn't completely disappear.

Virgil took a few deep breaths to calm himself, letting out a long sigh before he finally shifted to look up at Roman. "Uh.. Thanks." He turned his gaze away, staring off to the side just so he didn't have to meet Roman's gaze... He'd seen his best friend in plenty of moods, but looking up at him like this... God, it was overwhelming.

Roman's eyes melted. "Hey- are you ok?" He shifted so Virgil was cupped in two palms and held him to his eyes, nudging his arm lightly with a thumb. Roman scanned him, trying to see any damage, but not finding much due to the many layers Virgil always wore.

Virgil hummed slightly, shrugging. He winced slightly from the poke, but didn't acknowledge it. "I'm fine, Ro. Let's just.. have our hot chocolate."

Roman whined slightly, barely audible, before nodding, "Ok." He brought Virgil back down to his chest. He walked back to the drink counter, careful to keep Virgil steady, and held the tray with his hot chocolate out to Virgil.

Virgil sighed quietly. Guess he was staying here, in Roman’s palm... though admittedly, Roman's hands weren't such a bad place to sit. Virgil reached out, tentatively taking the hot chocolate. He blew at the top a few times, before taking a small sip, smiling softly as the warmth and flavor flowed through his body. "They know how t' make drinks at this one, that's for sure."

"Mhmm, been coming here for a while with Patton. I try to get something different each time because everything is so good." Roman picked up his own hot cocoa and looked over at the table that now sat abandoned. He gulped, feeling uneasy just looking at it with what happened. "Wanna just go for a walk?" Roman ran his thumbnail down Virgil's spine gently, not even knowing he was doing so. It was more to absently calm himself than Virgil.

Virgil shuttered slightly at the touch, but it didn't.. feel bad. If anything, it was relaxing... "Sure." He hummed slightly, sipping his hot chocolate.

Roman nodded, heading outside and walking along one of the trails.

Virgil looked around, taking in the scenery. "I usually just go to the one on the Human side a' campus.. I've never really come over to this side of it, in all honesty." The human chuckled slightly. "No wonder I've never seen ya'."

"Huh I guess that makes sense. Giants can be kind of dicks. I wonder if we would have crossed paths by chance if we never found out we go to the same college." Roman’s eyes flicked downward guiltily,

"Maybe.. I’ve never really, gone anywhere that Giants could go though. For uh, reasons stated." Virgil chuckled a bit. He took a long draw from his cooling drink.

"It makes sense why you guys can visit anywhere but we can't, and thank god that law was passed." Roman made a disgusted frown.

"Yeah, thank fuck. Those guys were jerks." Virgil agreed.

Roman glared into the distance, "If they come near you again I can and will shove a rapier up their hind sides." He looked entirely serious as if he were swearing on his ancestors.Shit wait did I just say you instead of us or me.

Virgil felt his face flush. Did he say You?? He quickly hid his blushing face by way of his paper cup. If he mentions anything, I’ll just say the hot chocolate made my face hot. Or I'll just die on the spot. That works too.

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Happy Monday, I hope none of you have died during the last school week, I hear many people are having AP exams, good luck if you are!

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[lovemecharlie]

NEW YORK MINUTE

An interactive story where you'll get to read and play along as your favorite wife and make choices. Good luck to you all and enjoy!

The First Night

When the private jet touched ground in NYC, Erik and his wives transferred to a matte black 12-passenger van where Bastion sat in the passenger seat to give the address of the house she'd rented via Noirbnb. The driver was an older black man named Sam and Erik watched him closely as he kept looking at Bastion.

“Erik, did you just hear that foolishness. JoJo said she tryna go to Dubai. For what,” Kimora cackled.

“Why Poosy? Just why,” Homie asked.

“I'm not entertaining this,” Hennessy chuckled.

“Think about it,” Josephine said launching into explanation while the others laughed.

“Eyes on the road, nigga,” Erik snapped suddenly causing everyone to look to the driver where Erik had been staring.

“Erik, leave that man alone,” Homie laughed when the driver flinched. “He don't mean no harm. You married nine beautiful women, what do you expect?”

“Hey, Mr. Driver Man, how old are you anyway,” Josephine leaned with Angel pushing her back and Erik throwing an evil expression daring Jojo to try him on this family vacation.

“Stop,” Angel cringed blocking Jojo.

“You and these old men,” Charlie laughed. “Hey Mr., you ever been to Dubai?”

“STOP. Mr. Sam, don't answer that,” Hennessy yelled. The driver continued to look ahead with Erik's eyes still burning a hole through his head.

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The rental house was grand. It was no Stevens-Udaku estate by any means, but it was still larger and more luxurious than the average American home. A smooth dark stone path led to the front door where a quaint balcony jutted out overhead. There were many windows and many lights as well as many plants outdoors and artfully scattered inside as well. A complimentary fruit basket sat on the kitchen counter along with twelve decadent cupcakes which were boxed and sealed, and a few bottles of Arbor Mist wine in various flavors.

“This is my kind of vacation,” Charlie said around a mouthful of strawberry buttercream. “These cupcakes..” She gave a thumbs up. Erik tilted his head as if to say ‘Really?’ and she swallowed pointing to the fluffy cupcake in her hand. “I'm tasting it for poison. I'm the guinea pig.” He rolled his eyes and the group moved on looking through the lower level of the house while the driver took the bags upstairs and sat them in the hall. Vast living room, a bathroom, a movie theater den and a pool out back. They went upstairs and Bastion immediately paired everyone up for the rooms. There were five bedrooms.

“Daddy and I will-”

“Erik and who?” Hennessy cocked her head to the side. “No, try that one again.”

“Okay fine,” Bastion huffed, “Daddy and Kennedi. Is that fair?” Erik kissed her cheek when she pouted.

“Yep,” Homie said stepping forward in response to her government name being called. Erik smirked as she pulled him into the bedroom and waved her fingers closing the door.  

“Don't forget to be dressed and ready for Broadway. No sleeping in tonight. Sleep tomorrow,” Bastion yelled pointing to the next room. “Angel a-”

“Got ya,” Ryley said pulling Angel into the room. The door closed before anyone else could comment.. and now Homie was moaning.

“Okay, I'm rooming with Aly'Sha. Kimora, you're with Jojo. Henny, you're with Charlie,” Bastion pointed. The groups scattered with an agreement to reconvene when it was time to leave.

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They'd all arrived at Broadway with time to spare dressed to kill watching a captivating performance of The Lion King. When it was all over, they hadn't far to go to get to the restaurant for dinner. It was all in the heart of NYC. Carmine's was the name of the establishment and they were the focus of the dining floor in their eye-catching garb. They looked like movie stars taken off of the red carpet and dropped at a white cloth covered table. Erik wore a navy velvet suit with a crisp white button up and navy velvet loafers. His fade and facial hair was cleanly cut, locs freshly washed and retwisted with aloe, and his golden rimmed glasses took him from pimp to intelligent black professor. He beamed, showing off his platinum bottom grill as he admired his table full of beautiful women.

“Him drunk look at'em,” Ryley snickered gesturing to the grinning N'Jadaka. His eyes were squint. The wives snickered and smiled watching him shake his head like he was just the happiest man on earth.

“I wanna make a toast,” he slurred raising his wine glass. His vodka glass was empty. Since he wasn't driving, he could get as lit as he wished.. and he was. “I married…,” he hesitated thinking about it, “Nine beautiful ass bi-” he paused looking to Charlie, “-young ladies.. beautiful. Stunning. Radiant. Divine. Beguiling..”

“Leave it to you to use big words when you're smashed,” Hennessy giggled watching him point at her with a happy yet unfocused expression. She shook her head confused, laughing and Charlie met her eye just as humored. He was really drunk.

“I love all of you so much.. so, so, so, SO much,” he stressed shaking his head for emphasis.

“Oh my God,” Angel howled giggling so hard she started crying.

“Shh shh,” Erik hushed with a finger to his lips. “I would die for you, mon amour, ma vie, mon tout..”

Hennessy wiped the tears from her own eyes, still in a giggling fit as Erik turned his attention and declarations of eternal love to her, toast forgotten.

When the check came, Hennessy used Erik's card to pay and they all hobbled into the street with Erik still whispering sweet nothings switching from French, to Xhosa, and back to English without seeming to notice.

“Yotteru yo,” Charlie said switching to Japanese grinning as she helped Erik to walk since he was weaving on the sidewalk.

“Shhh,” he shushed leaning to whisper in her ear. “Nonono I'm not drunk, babygirl. Daddy just lit. Yottenai.. Yottenai.”

“You're drunk,” Hennessy laughed.

"Hey, I think there's a club nearby, like in walking distance. We can ditch the car since we'll have to wait on it to drive around the block in this traffic and reach us. Let's just walk and enjoy the city," Kimora enthused checking her phone's GPS. Erik jogged ahead to drape his arm over her shoulders.

"Lead the way baby." Suddenly he was walking straight and Charlie stared at him, mouth wide as Hennessy laughed. Kimora turned to walk down a blackened alley that they couldn't see the end of due to shadows. Erik was right there with her.

"Wait, no," Bastion froze. The only light in there was the moonlight.

"Don't be scared, I'm right here," Erik announced walking into the shadowy darkness with Kimora. Feeling safer with him than without him, Bastion rushed into the darkness clutching onto the back of Erik's soft blazer.

"Uh uh, hold up now. I don't know 'bout all this," Angel drawled placing her hand on her hips and looking to Ryley. "My security don't get here til tomorrow."

"I'll be ya security. We'll protect each other," Ryley promised holding Angels hand firmly in hers. Side by side they walked on in after Bastion. Homie looked to Jojo then and followed as Josephine grinned and walked into the alley first.

"Should we go," Charlie asked Hennessy as they hung back.

"Wait a minute." Hennessy paused on the sidewalk to pull her engineered joint out of her clutch. Charlie sparked the lighter for her and she smirked putting the joint to her pink lips. “Thank you wifey.”

“Anytime,” Charlie smiled watching Hennessy inhale and exhale clean smoke.

"I'm ready." Hennessy and Charlie turned together walking into the alley, Charlie's phone flashlight shining ahead.

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Erik kissed his teeth noticing three shadows moving ahead and stepped in front of Kimora. "Why we can't just walk through the city in peace," he groaned. A gun lifted pointing at him and he rolled his eyes as three men approached, two black and one white.

One of the black guys let out a long whistle, kissing his teeth at the end. "This my lucky day, money and bitches falling in my lap." He racked his gun and made the count two peices aimed at Erik who smirked at the comment. They ain't know him or his wives. "Young nigga out here gettin it," the man snorted, spitting off to the side. "We been watching you, nigga. You not from here." He looked over Erik's fit and to the wives who were decked out in pricey gowns. "I hate to embarrass you like this in front of ya bitches, but... nah, I actually don't give a fuck. Get on your knees Carlton ass weakass bastard."

"You think you can walk up on me like shit sweet just because I'm surrounded by women? Hm. Also, Carlton didn't wear glasses," Erik sighed unbothered.

"Wow motherfucker, you have a death wish," the white man laughed. The other muggers were distracted for only a second and brought back to attention by the sound of four guns clicking nearly in unison. The distraction was all the time the wives needed to flip the script.

Ryley held her pistol out strong, her eyes never wavering. He posture was a cold dare. She dared them to try to pull the trigger faster than she could, gripping up her dress with her free hand in case she had to rip it and get crazy. Angel was loose from her wine and her gun had flown quickly into the air ready to pop at any movement of the men's fingers. She nearly fired simply because she was tipsy and they were annoying. She hobbled back on her high heels, mirroring Ryley's bold energy. She silently dared them to try and pull the trigger on her husband. They'd see ugly like they'd never seen before. Bastion had the gun that Erik had given her aimed at the white guy, but she didn't exactly know how to hold it or how to aim since she lacked gun skills. The heart was there, however, and she held the gun sideways like she'd seen in the movies before looking briefly to Ryley out the corner of her eye and holding the gun straight to mirror her pose. Josephine's gun was aimed for the other black guy and she stuck her arm out over Angel with her gun to the side, but that was just how she shot guns.

"Ain't nobody killing that nigga but me, y'erd. Pull the trigger and get sprayed like gřřřřtttt," Josephine threatened imitating the sound of an automatic assault rifle. Hennessy stoodby also unbothered and smoking her joint passing it off between Homie and Aly'Sha who were barely interested, they were so unafraid. Charlie stood watching the scenario through her phone's camera, chuckling in the background behind the armed wives. They had it handled. Two of the men turned tail, lowering their guns and running away, but that one bold one who was talking trash stayed with his gun up. Angel pulled the trigger and then Ryley shot. The man fell to his knees and forward dropping his gun. Charlie stepped forward and looked him over without touching him.

"He'll live," she determined walking on. Kimora and Erik followed and then Hennessy, Homie, Bastion, Angel, and Ryley. Aly'Sha walked on like nothing had happened and Josephine started to move on, but something in her witchy mind said no. She shot her gun sending a bullet to the man's head killing him. Aly'Sha rolled her eyes.

"Now we gotta get out of here," Ryley groaned walking faster. When they emerged into the street, they saw the club a couple of blocks away.

"See! Not that far," Kimora pointed.

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