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[littledanette]

Teacher’s Pet - Part 5

(Dewey Finn x Reader)

Hello my darlings! How are you all doing?! I hope all is well.  It feels so surreal to be back after all this time with a new chapter, but here we are! I’m so glad I was inspired to come back to this story. I really want to complete it because you’ve all been so wonderful supporting it throughout all this time, even with no updates in sight. I’m very happy to share this new chapter with you and I hope you’ll all enjoy it. Please let me know what you think!

Oh, a little technical detail: reading back through all the previous chapters, I realized I’ve completely messed up the story timeline I set up after part 1. The concert and graduation were supposed to be just a few days after part 1, but since I ended up writing much more than I had expected that timeline didn’t work anymore.  So, just to clarify: all I’ve done is I’ve expanded the time frame of the entire story from a few days to a couple of months. It shouldn’t impact the storyline much, but I wanted to make sure I specified it. That’s all. I missed writing Dewey so much!  So, without further ado… Onward we go with part 5! Enjoy! 

Warning: 🔥🔥🔥

Teacher’s Pet - Part 5

“You seriously need to keep quiet right now.” “Make me.” “Keep teasing me with that mouth of yours and see where that gets you -” “…Is that a threat or a promise?” You cock an eyebrow meaningfully, but a far off voice suddenly interrupts the conversation. “Dewey? Dewey! They’re ready for us on stage!” “Oh, crap! Why do I keep following you and your insane ideas…?!” Dewey rolls his eyes, sighing dramatically while you grin to yourself. It was your “fault”, naturally. Like always. Even though you prefer to think of it as taking initiative. What harm was there in having a little bit of fun…right?

❤️

After all, you knew Dewey needed a break. It was two days before graduation and the day before the big end of year concert. You’d been stuck at sound check for the last three hours. Between the chatter, the cacophony of instruments, the out of tune mics, the backstage frenzy and the other students’ performance anxiety, you could tell he was losing his mind. So, you’d made an executive decision and had casually announced you were going to the bathroom for a quick break, throwing Dewey a meaningful glance over your shoulder that clearly said “Follow me.” It hadn’t taken long for you to find a little secluded space in the backstage area settled behind a line of metal instrument cases, partially covered by two heavy black curtains. It had taken even less for Dewey to join you and immediately start ravishing you with kisses, gripping onto your body as he let off some steam. You knew he’d needed that, and felt absolutely no guilt at all for bringing him there. 

❤️

“Because you fucking love it?” You smirk provocatively to answer his question, sliding your hands smoothly down the lapels of his jacket. Before he can reply, you tilt your face and wantonly lock your lips with his once more, pushing yourself against his body while caressing his abdomen. Dewey moans into your mouth in response, struggling to pull away. He mutters your name under his breath, trying to sound admonishing.

“We have to get back on stage - everybody’s waiting for us -” he sounds slightly anxious, but you keep interrupting him with kisses, “- They’re gonna notice - we’re the only ones missing - They’re gonna start - looking for us -” “I know, I know…” you reply, pulling away from him for a moment with a fake apologetic expression on your face. 

Dewey looks at you questioningly as he catches his breath and tries to tidy himself up. Your eyes turn mischievous as you lean forward once more, placing your mouth against his ear. “But you’re so sexy when you’re on stage,” you whisper, your lips brushing against his earlobe, “You make me so wet just looking at you.” 

Dewey groans audibly, clearly struggling to contain himself. Just then, you hear someone else call your name too and you know it’s definitely time to go. You talk a big game, but the last thing you want is for someone to discover you. You grin in satisfaction, feeling you’ve won yet another round of the continuous teasing game between the two of you, and turn around to leave…. when suddenly Dewey’s hand clamps around your forearm. He pulls you back against him, pushing himself flush against you and lowering his head to whisper in your ear, “Keep playing this game and see what happens…”

You can’t help it. Casting a cocky glance behind your shoulder, you murmur back, “Oooh…but Mister Schneebly, I’m just being a good girl for you.” Dewey inhales sharply. Touché, you think to yourself. You feel his grip on you tighten, but before he can do anything else you hear the stage manager call his name again, this time sounding much closer. Far too close. In a flash, you feel Dewey’s mouth leave one last lingering kiss beneath your ear, his voice warning you to count to ten before following him. Then he lets go of you and steps out from your little hiding spot. You hear him respond to the manager, making up some shitty excuse about the heat and having to take a break in the shade and wondering where the fresh water bottles were. You giggle to yourself, waiting an appropriate amount of seconds before following in his steps and joining the others back on stage.

❤️

The final rehearsals are in full swing. Say what you will against Horace Green, but even since they won the Battle of the Bands the school board has really invested in the school’s performances - in every sense of the word. The big stage is set up in the school’s huge rugby field that had therefore been transformed into an outdoor arena for the occasion. There are trucks unloading lights and set pieces, technicians walking around the stage, as well as an entire backstage crew dealing with costumes, makeup, instruments and microphones… And of course, all of the performers including the school band, the singers, a couple of music assistants, and last but not least, Dewey Finn himself. You head for the front of the stage where the rest of your band mates are sitting. As soon as you get back to your seat your best friend - who also happens to be a part of the band - eyes you questioningly. You brush it off with a slight frown and a wave of your wrist, pretending you’d had to deal with something silly and annoying. She shrugs it off and resumes talking with the others and you force yourself to get back into the conversation as well. 

You make the terrible mistake of crossing Dewey’s eyes for a moment as he’s walking across the stage, reading a list the stage manager has just handed to him. He slowly lowers his eyes to subtly glance down at your bare legs, and it sends a jolt of pleasure running down your thighs. As much as you hate giving in to his teasing, you have to break eye contact for your own sake. You self consciously cross your legs, trying to pull your skirt lower. Then you look back up just in time to see Dewey smirk to himself and you almost curse out loud. He got you this round. Damn it!

Before you can mentally dwell on the matter any further they call your band on stage. Oh, great, you think to yourself. Just what you need in this state: more of Dewey doing his Rock God thing. As close as possible to you, of course. Perfect. Just perfect!

You grab your guitar and start tuning it, pretending to be extremely concentrated as the others take their places and Dewey strolls past you, clearing his throat as he sets up his mic stand. You keep your focus, determined not to give in again. Fortunately everybody gets into place quickly and the music starts playing. You have to stand to Dewey’s left throughout the song, just a step behind him... which means you get a perfect front row view of him as he sings. And sure enough, the bastard seems to really enjoy himself as he puts on a particularly energetic performance, radiating a mixture of power, talent and goddamn sex appeal that makes you fuck up a couple of notes. 

You’re almost certain nobody else notices - after all, the whole band’s used to seeing Dewey put on a show like he does. But you certainly can’t ignore the way he casually glances behind him to look at each musician, allowing his eyes to linger on you just a second too longer…or how he turns around to strut across the stage, casually twirling in front of you….or how he hits the higher notes with that growl in his voice that he knows drives you crazy. 

You try to act as cool and uncaring as possible, returning each of his stares with equal fervour and deciding to equally oh-so-casually step up closer to him at the mic mid song, thrusting your hip out as you dive into your solo and throwing your head back as you play. You can feel his eyes on you as you rock your hips side to side and swish your head back and forth, before looking up at him from under your lashes as you finish. He almost risks skipping a beat - literally - but quickly snaps out of it. 

You smugly step back to your place as the band finishes the song. The rest of the students clap and cheer for you. Dewey takes a bow, the sweat running down the sides of his face, strands of his hair glued to his cheeks. He motions for the rest of the band to step forward to receive their applause and you obediently follow your friends to the front of the stage. It’s still just a rehearsal, but everyone - including the backstage crew - seems to have stopped doing what they were doing to applaud you. Dewey turns around, beaming.

“All right!” He cheers, pumping the air with his fist, “Awesome job you guys, that was amazing!” The rest of the band joins in his cheering. “Now,” he adds, raising his hands to quiet everyone down as he catches his breath, “We’re going to have to leave the stage to the choir because they have a limited time slot to rehearse, so just get your stuff and sit back down for a moment. They should be done in half an hour, so take a break but don’t lose your focus, because we’re going straight into tech after this and trust me, it’s gonna be a looong night if we’re not on our A game. All right, beat it!” He jokingly shoos everyone away, “I gotta go wash up before I melt here!”

And with that he leaves the stage. As you gather your guitar you exchange happy smiles with your band mates, complimenting one another and keeping up the hype. Then you decide to head to the little relax area set backstage to grab a drink and maybe a little snack while you wait. You leave your guitar in its case on the side of the stage and make your way through the heavy velvet curtains between the wings…. When suddenly you feel someone pull you backward, and for a second everything goes black.

❤️

The daylight disappears as Dewey pulls you behind the last wing of the stage. In one swift motion he twists you around and hoists you up on one of the amps, setting you down just perfectly at his hip height. You’re surrounded by thick black curtains hanging on every side and you’re standing in mid darkness, hidden from view on the far side of the wing just before the backstage area. But you can still hear people walk by you just a few feet away.  “Dew!” You gasp in surprise under your breath, “What the fuck are-”

He doesn’t even let you finish. Grabbing your wrists, he pulls your arms behind your back and holds them there as he leans into you, forcing you to look up at him. He’s not hurting you - he never does - but with all your make out sessions he knows by now you don’t mind being handled a little more roughly sometimes. Not to mention, you’d quickly learned Dewey really enjoyed taking charge… and you were an absolute and total sub for him. “What did I tell you before going on stage?” He asks you, his voice low. “You teasing little devil…” You catch onto his previous warning and grin mischievously. “Oooh….Mister Schneebly, am I in trouble now?” You ask innocently, making doe eyes at him.

He chuckles, his voice a low guttural sound, and shakes his head. Then he raises his face looking at you with a mixture of amusement and desire. You’re standing so close your noses are touching. “You’re impossible -” he murmurs, skimming your face. “I’m still hearing a lot of words and not seeing a lot of action, Mister Schneebly….” You tease him further, careful to brush your lips against his as you speak, “Better be quick if you want to do something about it, before recess is over - ” 

He cuts you off once more as he closes the space between the two of you. You gasp loudly as you feel him bite down on your neck. He lets go of your wrists, grabbing your hips instead and pulling you against him as soon as you spread your legs to welcome him closer. He kisses your neck in all your favorite spots, making you gasp airily and roll your head back. Your hands snake underneath his jacket, gliding up his torso and chest before reaching his neck and stopping beneath his jawline to cup his face. You gently pull him away from your collarbone and exchange a longing stare, before leaning forward again and kissing him fervently. You feel his hands leave your hips, caressing your back upward and diving into your hair. 

He grabs onto the locks at the nape of your neck and pulls, gently enough so as not to hurt you but still strong enough to elicit a small whimper from you. You retort by biting down on his bottom lip. He doesn’t let you linger too long before he closes his mouth over yours once more, his tongue hungrily tasting you.  “My little devil…” he whispers between kisses, pulling on your hair again and making you gasp out loud. “My Rock God…” you reply, moving your hands swiftly down to his hips and pulling him flush against you. 

His groin is perfectly levelled between your legs, and as you rock your hips forward and hitch your skirt a little higher his crotch lands right between your thighs. You frantically exchange more heated kisses, biting and sucking each other’s lips. You both have to force yourselves to keep quiet. You’re not sure about Dewey, but knowing you have to hush yourself while he’s pleasing you like this makes you even more flustered. 

Dewey groans, suppressing the sound into your mouth when he feels your hand move from his side to his crotch as you caress his groin through the fabric of his jeans. He pulls down harder on your hair, but at this point you only feel the pleasure. His hands let go of your locks and glide under your shirt, his fingers tracing outlines on your naked skin. It’s beginning to feel like its’s not enough...

It never feels like enough, because Dewey always makes you want more. And you can’t have more. At least not for now. Not until you keep that stupid promise he convinced you to make just two weeks before....  

❤️

“What do you mean, no sex?”

You’d stared at him as though he’d just suggested to rob a bank in broad daylight. The audacity with which he’d just calmly made the suggestion only sounded more ridiculous given the fact that you were both standing in his office - you propped up on his desk, him between your legs, a position that was becoming increasingly familiar to you both - and he had just broken up a particularly heated make up session to apparently say the dumbest fucking thing he could think of. 

“I didn’t say we should never have sex,” he’d retorted, trying to button up his shirt, fix his tie and tame his hair at the same time. “I’m just saying that we agreed we’d take things slow - dontlookatmelikethat -  and you’ve been making it very fucking difficult to keep that idea up.” “Yeah - and what’s the problem?!” You'd asked, exasperated. “I’ve told you once, I’ll say it a thousand more times if I need to,” he replied, placing his hands on either side of your body to gaze down at you with a gentle look in his eyes, “You know how much I really care about you, and you know I don’t want to fuck this up. I know how much you want this - and don’t you think for a goddam moment I don’t really, really want this too. But - but!” He’d repeated, eyeing you meaningfully as soon you’d huffed loudly and looked away, “I also want you to enjoy these last moments of high school like you deserve. Your friends, your last lessons, not to mention the end of year concert….and hey? Hey!” He’d placed a finger under your chin to turn your head back towards him, “Listen to me, okay? Take it from an idiot. My first time? I was drunk, high, and I lost my virginity in the back of my friend’s van to a girl I barely knew just because we were having a stupid celebratory night out before the end of school and I felt like I had to do it right at that moment, no matter what. And you know what? It sucked.” Despite you forcing yourself to stay upset, you were listening to what he was saying. “It’s not true that your first time doesn’t really matter, that it’s okay even if it’s bad. It’s bullshit. You’ll always remember it. No matter what. And you’ll always regret not having waited for the right moment just because you thought you had to hurry up. So guess what?” He’d slowly moved a strand of hair behind your ear, “I’m not about to make that mistake with you. Not to mention let you make that mistake to yourself. I like you too much. I care about you, about us, too much to let either of us be that stupid.” He’d gently leaned forward to kiss your forehead tenderly. “I want to make sure it’s special. For you, and yeah, guess what? For me, too. So just…bear with me. Can we just agree on this one thing?”

Taken aback by his genuine display of kindness and caring, you’d found yourself at a loss of sarcasm for once. You had only been able to nod in agreement, waiting for him to continue. “Just promise me we can wait until after your graduation before we go all the way.” “After graduation? After graduation???” You’d audibly groaned. “Dewwww….But that’s two fucking weeks away!” “I know, I know…” “But how the fuck are we supposed to make it to there?!” He’d chuckled slightly, “I don’t know, but we’ll manage…” “…I’m sorry, did you miss the way you just slammed me into your desk to make out like, five minutes ago?! Dew, I could feel you getting hard before we even entered your office, for fuck’s sake!”

He’d laughed out loud at your brazenness, “I know! That’s exactly why I’m telling you this.” Shaking his head lightly, he’d looked at you lovingly and insisted, “Trust me. It’s going to be difficult for me too, but we’ll be glad we waited. Besides…” he’d added, a glint of mischief suddenly sparkling in his eyes, “I only said we shouldn’t go all the way, not stay away from each other…” “Yeah, I really wanna see us try to- ah!” You’d gasped as he dipped his head to teasingly bite you beneath your ear - a spot that was quickly becoming one of his favourites. 

“Promise?” He’d mumbled against your neck, slowly starting to drag his nose against your skin, his mouth hovering above each of your sweet spots, “Huh?” You’d closed your eyes in ecstasy. He knew exactly what he was doing and he knew exactly how to make you lose all resistance. It was embarrassing how easily you succumbed to his every move, really. But you also couldn’t give less of a fuck. 

Closing your eyes, you’d tilted your head back and taken a deep breath, your hand reaching for his face and holding him closer to you as his hands slowly found their way back to your sides. “All right, Schneebly, I promise…” you’d agreed, not before suddenly rocking your hips into him and making him groan out in surprise. You’d smiled wickedly to yourself, leaning your chest against his and reaching up to gently bite down on his jawline, nibbling on his skin. “But I’m not gonna promise I’m gonna make it easy for you.”

❤️

Those words could not ring truer, given the moment. But Dewey isn’t making things any easier, either. As a matter of fact, it almost looks like he’s forgotten all about your vow right now.

He seems to lose control for a moment as one of his hands dives between your legs to touch you through your panties in response to you caressing his groin. Taken by surprise, you drop your hand from his bulging crotch and almost cry out. He shushes you, covering your mouth with the palm of his hand and pushing his hips against yours, his hand caught in between. Your hands swoop up to the base of his neck, grasping onto his hair. 

“Fuck, Dew…” you whisper behind his hand, breathless, “Are you crazy-?” “You’re the one driving me crazy, baby…” he whispers back, resting his forehead against yours. “We should sto-aah!” You moan again as his fingers keep moving between your thighs. “Fuck…Dew…” you bite down on the side of his hand covering your mouth, lowering your head and hiding your face in the crook of his shoulder to cover your panting. You know you should stop immediately...but your mind goes into overdrive with the friction of his fingers against the fabric rubbing onto your sensitive skin and the way his hot breath feels in your ear and his raspy voice cursing under his breath and the way you instinctively push against his hand and roll your hips in rhythm because you just can’t keep your body still. But when you feel his hand try to move your panties to the side, something unexpectedly snaps inside you and you grab his hand, stopping him. “Wait! I can’t…I can’t do this anymore.” 

He freezes for a second, dropping both of his hands and confusedly looking at you until you stare intensely in his eyes and add, “I can’t fucking wait anymore. Not one more day. Screw that. I’m over it.” He grins, still panting. He stares at you in silence for a moment, then something seems to click behind his eyes. Lunging forward, he gives you a breathless kiss that leaves you light headed, then pulls away just enough to lean his forehead against yours once more and nods. “You know what?” He asks. You shake your head. “I think I’m done waiting, too.” 

He kisses you again, this time more tenderly.  “But not here. Definitely not here, for fuck’s sake.” He chuckles lightly, almost to himself, looking around you, “Oh God. What the fuck are we even doing back here…?” 

“Then when? Where? Tell me.” You ask immediately, already feeling electric, turning his face back towards you, afraid he’ll somehow lose focus. “Tell me right now, or I will rip your pants off and so be it.”

He almost laughs out loud this time. Then he lets out a deep sigh and smiles at you. “All right, all right, you little minx. Tonight. You can come over to my place after we’re done here. How does that sound?”

You’re so ecstatic to hear him say those words. You almost can’t believe he’s actually agreeing to this. Thank fuck for you and your insane ideas! You throw your hands around his neck excitedly and pull him close, kissing him lightly and then smiling at him. “It sounds amazing.” You answer, beaming. He smiles back gently starting to pull away, but you tug him back. “Hey, Dew?” You ask a little more softly.  “Yeah?” 

You lower your head, suddenly feeling a little  “I think…I think it’s really going to be perfect.”

He smiles sweetly at you, nodding in agreement before giving you one last, longing tender kiss.  “I’m going to make sure it’s perfect, baby.” He whispers in your ear, hugging you close to him and sighing deeply.

You can’t wait for the day to be over.  

To be continued.......

#my writing #teacher's pet #dewey finn #dewey finn x reader #dewey finn imagine #dewey finn x you #alex brightman #school of rock #school of rock broadway #school of rock musical #beetlejuice #beetlejuice the musical #broadway #beetlejuice x reader #beej x reader

[imagination-phantom]

I really like the meme I’ve been seeing on my social media lately that says, “do you really like that character or is he just played by Alex Brightman?” Like AHA!? OK FIRST OFF!? Attacked. But also, looks at Beetlejuice, Dewey, Fizzoralli, and Adam. Like …. TEEHEE!

#my art #self love #self insert #alex brightman #doodle #beetlejucie #beetlegeuse #beetlejuice #beetlejuice broadway #beetlejuice imagines #beetlejuice musical #beetlejuice musical x reader #beetlejuice the musical #beetlejuice x reader #dewey finn x beetlejuice #dewey finn #dewey finn alex brightman #dewey finn x beetlejuice x reader #lawrence beetlejuice shoggoth #muscial beetlejuice x reader #dewey finn x reader #dewey x reader #the school of rock #school of rock #school of rock broadway #school of rock musical #my rock star #my bed bug #cuddling & snuggling #snuggles

[floorbe]

okay okay okay so i was thinking maybe beej/dew w artist reader??? if thats alright with you obvs

yessss hehe

~

Beetlejuice

-Lord save you bc he is going to be SO INVESTED

-Like breathing heavy down your neck watching you draw invested

-He honestly loves watching the process, if you’ll let him. It’s one of the only times he’ll quiet down bc he’s so into how you create

-Oh definitely expect the “draw me like your french girls” or equivalent jokes, with copious eyebrow waggling 

-If you actually draw him??? Oh my god. Oh my GOD, babes, what!!!

-Stares at it for so long. He frames it. He hangs it on the wall. Puts it on the fridge. He puts a little “A++++” sticky note on it.

-Pink hair all the way, baby!

-“Damn babes, this how you see me? Sexy as hell.” his voice is wobbling and there’s a shine in his eyes, but he’ll deny it with his undead life

-You’ll catch him attempting his own drawings of you when he thinks you aren’t watching

Dewey Finn

-Another man who is invested in your process

-He thinks it’s so damn cool how you just.... make that?? You just make that. Wow

-If you draw him he is over the MOON. Huge grin, staring at for a long time, smothering you in kisses as a thank you, considering laminating it...

-If it’s small enough he’ll put it in his wallet to look at

-He’s either an artist himself or he draws stick figures. No in between

-No matter which one it is, he’ll return every and any drawing you give him with one of his own

-If you’re ever doubtful of your skills, this is the man to go to! Reassurance God

-You’ll be forgetting how you felt by the end of his support rave, which could last hours if you don’t stop him, honestly

-He likes fiddling on his instruments while you do your own art, quality time man

#i mayyyy be a little rusty for some of these characters guys be gentle #beetlejuice x reader #dewey finn x reader #beetlejuice imagines #beetlejuice scenarios #school of rock imagines #school of rock scenarios #Beetlejuice #school of rock #dewey finn

[ironbatpaperturtle]

What if like School of rock adamsapple AU

AGHHHH

Obviously its Dewey Finn as Adam

But the rest is like:

Rosalie Mullins as Sera

Ned Schneebly as Lucifer

Patty as Lilith

Lawrence as Alastor

Summer as Charlie

Freddy as Cherry Bomb

Zack as Sir Pentious

(And the rest idk yet lol)

But, like Adam living with Lucifer (Ned) whos dating Lilith (Patty). And instead of Lucifer vs Adam its Adam vs Lilith rivalry kinda thang. Because in this AU Lilith and Adam were highschool sweetheart (before they broke up) and Lucifer was someone Adam met in college and Adam just lived in Lucifers place after college, rent free.

Anyways Luci and Lilith when they were both working adults and hit it off. So when Lucifer decided to invite Lilith to his place imagine her suprise when she sees Adam of all people, playing the electric guitar in nothing but sweats mooching off Lucifer.

And I wont call Lucifer a push over like how Ned was in the movie, but I do believe that Lucifer holds pity over this man so he lets him stay, Adam probably knows this and honestly, in this econony? Fuck yeah.

Better than getting kicked out of his own band. Probably thinks its 'totally bro-coded' of Lucifer to be letting him mooch of him, even if again, in Lucifers case, its pity. (I also bet that there not as close as the Ned and Dewey from the 2003 movie who bonded over there love for rock)

Anyways Adam's hard edge personality softening the more he spends time with the kids. (He doesn't realize this)

(He also doesn't realize how he'd act like a nagging Mom whenever the kids impersonate bad habits of Rock Stars from the movies he plays to teach them, like smoking lol)

As he gradually softens up, he'd be more upbeat and discreetly talk to Lucifer about techniques about teaching, y'know for the kids, and of course Lucifer- hasn't-been-called-to-a-job (A lie) finding this certain upbeat attitude infectious wouldn't mind. He'd even be happy to know that Adam was expanding his taste. (Again a lie, well only partially)

So whenever its only them (because even though Adams not the brightest fucker, he is not about to ask lucifer about teacher shit infront of Lilith, she was validectorian for a reason) Adam would be all up Lucifer space and ask him shit.

Speaking of space I think Adam doesn't have sense of personal space, unless to people he doesn't like, and would be all up Lucifers. And Lucifers doesn't mind and finds it adorable when Adam would move his hands around to express himself or to fill in the silence with his humming of made up songs.

Idk anymore BUT, Lucifer who originally let him stay for pity and gradually sees Adam as not just a rock star wannabe but someone who GENUINELY LOVES rock and wouldn't mind sharing it. Someone who doesn't do anything half-assed. SOMEONE WHO HAS SO MUCH LOVE WRAPPED INSIDE OF HIM SO WHEN YOU OPEN IT ITS EXPRESSED IN ĹOUD OBNOXIOUS WAYS YOU'LL CHERISH AND MAKE YOU SMILE FROM FONDNESS.

OEOXJIEOWKD RKESKFKR IDKKK ALRIGHT IM JUSTTTT SPROUTING SHITT. GRRR

I just find this an interesting way to showcase Adam's personality in a modern way, especially with his ability to lead little gremlins (exorcist and now children).

Obviously Lilith would realize Lucifer would be looking at Adam differently compared to before and would be like 'been there done that'

She'd probably go with Sera (IVE SEEN DRAWINGS OF THEM OKAY DONT JUDGE).

Again idk what im typing

#adamsapple #guitarduck #adam x lucifer #hazbin hotel adam #lucifer morningstar

[beetleboop]

I’ve had this rattling around in my brain for the last 2 weeks and finally got the chance to draw it today!!

It’s Alex Brightman’s Beetlejuice and Dewey Finn ultimate crossover of 2022 >:D I love both of these characters so much imagine if they interacted lol!

#beetlejuice broadway #beetlejuice musical #beetlejuice art #brightjuice #alex brightman #beetlejuice bway #beej #beetlejuice the musical #school of rock #school of rock musical #dewey finn

[frillyfacefins]

I beg all Fizzarolli-Fans to watch (or at least listen) to Stick It To The Man from the Musical version of School of Rock

I know Beetlejuice is Alex‘ signature role, but the energy he brings to Dewey „Mr. Schneebly“ Finn is SO infectious. I can‘t listen to this song without suddenly regressing into my 14-year-old wannabe metalhead self; an incredibly great Rock-Anthem-turned-Musical-Banger

And it‘s so much fun to imagine Fizzy singing this song, too

#helluva boss #fizzarolli #helluva boss fizzarolli #alex brightman #Youtube #also that part where he takes on the role of ‚the man‘ does something to me #the duality of both being an authority figure and your identity being ‚I fight against authority‘ is one of the best parts of the movie #and the musical really nails that

[bioexorcizm]

drabblecember day #21 - a walk down memory lane

ship: dewmav

word count: 1097

summary: dewey and maverick reminisce.

“‘Member when we met?”

“Course I do.”

The bar is loud, crowded, but clearing out quickly after the show. Dewey shoves his guitar into the back of the van, playing his own roadie as he fits everything with pedantic precision into its place, drumkit, bass, shit he was sure the band hadn't even used in five years, all loaded up and raring to go.

Go home, that is. He sighs, leaning against the doors as he slams them shut, closes his eyes, imagines a future where people are begging, pleading to be able to shove all this shit back into the tour bus for him, “Sign my guitar! Sign me!” and a crowd cheering his name as he walks off stage…

But when he opens his eyes to the back of an empty lot of a dive bar, his smile becomes longing. Everyone else had already hiked it out, either with their one-night stand, or just so they wouldn't have to assist him, he figures.

A drink would be more help than them, anyways.

He trudges back into the bar, pulling the hoodie he'd changed into closer to his shoulders. He walks the clear path to the counter, and slides onto one of the peeling leather stools; He turns his head towards one of the mounted TVs, a replay of some college football game that he couldn't care less about being still the most interesting thing in the room.

A voice draws his attention. It's smooth, calm, even over the ambient chatter and blown out jukebox speakers, quiet somehow above it all. That's the first thing he notices, and not them asking him if “Hey, you're the guitarist that played tonight, right?”

When he turns his head, then it's their eyes. The way their makeup emphasizes them, dark eyeliner making the pale green pop, jet black hair and vibrant ombré mesmerizing him for the moment before they speak again.

“You looked pretty cute on stage, earlier.”

“Uhh…” he trails off, pauses, blinks slowly. He tries very hard not to notice the tight leather and lace that hugs the bartender's skin so tight, surely they weren't talking to him? He realizes then he has to say something, anything -- No way they were talking to him, right? His brain’s a scrambled mess of panic and awe as he dumbfoundedly stares back at them, and what a sight he probably was, mouth slightly agape as whoever they were began to worry. Just ask them if they liked the show! Ask them if they really noticed you! Literally anything!

One thought in his head screams out over the other clutter, "For fuck’s sake, Finn, answer them!"

His words come out in a jumbled mess, some mangled combination of every question he actually wanted to ask, but before he could stop it he was already speaking:

“Do you like me?”

Well that's not what he meant to say. Holy shit, you dumbass.

They tilt their head, unsure if they'd heard him right. Probably not over the crowd.

“What?” they ask with a laugh.

“Did you like the show?” Dewey quickly corrects his tongue-tied thoughts, and confidently raises his voice to beat the noise.

“Oh! Yeah, I did.”

Dewey tries to hide his chuckle in a cough, playing it cool as he crosses his arms and leans into the bartop. He looks them over again, and as his eyes meet their gaze he realizes their stare -- it's a hard kind of stare, analyzing him, squinting in contemplation.

“I know you!” they finally relent, pointing towards him with the hand they weren't leaning on across from him, “You work at the record shop down on Barrett, don't you?”

He nods, “Just a dayjob. I prefer this to that any day.”

“Playing a show? Or chatting up the wait staff after?”

“Well, if they were all as hot as you, I guess it'd be hard to say.”

They share a laugh, and Dewey takes in the way they toss their hair gently over their shoulder, eyes flicking up towards him after.

“But...I did mean playing. Nothing beats it.”

“Well, you look good doing it, too.”

They crack open a drink behind the bar, and pass it over, “On me, for putting on such a great show.”

Dewey grins, lingering his hand over theirs on the bottle before pulling it towards himself, “Do I get a name to go along with that pretty face?”

“Maverick.”

“Maverick…Different. I like that.”

“And what can I call you, Rockstar?”

“Dewey.”

“Mm, fits you, I think.”

He takes a sip from his beer, watching carefully as they wipe down the metal countertop. In a rushed urge to keep the conversation going, he clears his throat. Maverick beats him to it.

“What happened to the rest of the band?”

“Probably all headed home…Or, out.”

“Left you behind, huh?”

“Nah, I mean -- you know how it is. Play a show, go home with a groupie…”

“And leave you behind to clean up the mess. I get the feeling.”

Dewey takes a glance around the bar, and notices the distinct lack of servers. Maybe they weren't so different. There was something comforting about the idea.

“I’d, uh, ask if you come here often, but I think I know the answer already.”

Maverick giggles, tossing the towel they hold over their (bare, as Dewey was very much aware of now) shoulder. 

“Too much, maybe.”

“I know a couple different gigs we can hit. Real lowkey places, maybe I can show you around sometime, if you like.”

“I’d like that,” Maverick grabs two small glasses next, pouring a shot for either of them.

“To a great show?”

“I’ve played better, but…” Dewey shrugs coolly, “Sure. What the hell.”

They both take the drink, both of them taking it in stride, despite the strong stinging flavor of the tequila.

“Can't do too many of those, or else my ass will never make it down the sidewalk.”

“No way you're walking home,” Dewey states matter-of-factly.

“I do every night.”

“Not today.”

“I’m off in thirty,” Maverick replies without hesitation, “If that's an offer.”

Dewey panics for a second, exhaling slowly to calm his anxiety. He feels the warmth of the alcohol dull his nerves well enough despite being clear-headed still, and he takes another drink to hide the way his lips curl into a smile. 

Well, that was certainly one way to get a pretty girl to agree to go home with you.

“I made you breakfast the next day, too.”

“Mhm,” Dewey presses a kiss to their forehead, “Think I fell in love with you right then.”

#.writing #.dewey #drabblecember2023

[hoodoo12]

Jobby

Seeing the tour sparked an idea . . .

NSFW, mostly PWP. Beetlejuice x Dewey Finn x gen neutral reader! Established throuple.

Both the Bman and Dewey are Collette-flavored.

Enjoy!

You’d gotten used to lots of loud noises in the apartment: guitar (played pretty well), drums (played poorly but with enthusiasm), video games of mostly the first-person shooter type, and the occasional “discussions” that were “passionate.” And snoring. All of that was a typical day in a household with a rocker who had a part time job as a teacher and a ghost who had a full time job (he said) as a bio-exorcist.

You had no idea what a bio-exorcist’s job actually entailed, since Beetlejuice mostly seemed to hang out at Dewey’s place.

But that was neither here nor there at the moment. Silence in the apartment didn’t necessarily mean peaceful, especially if the two of them were giving each other the old passive-aggressive ignoring each other like they were five year olds throwing a combined tantrum.

It could mean Dewey was asleep and Beetlejuice was leaving him alone, however. So instead of calling for either of them, you moved quietly from the door down the hallway, where it opened up into the living room. 

Dewey was on the couch but most definitely not sleeping. On the floor in front of him, on his knees, kneeled the ghost. While Beetlejuice had discarded his jacket and his suspenders had been pushed off his shoulders, every other piece of his standard ensemble was present. Dewey’s t-shirt, however, was rucked high on his chest, all the way up to his collar bones. Even from across the room you could tell his nipples had had attention; they were darker than normal and still pebbled. His pants were turned inside out with his underwear caught inside; all of that mass of clothing happened to still be attached to one ankle.

Neither noticed you spying. Eyes closed, Dewey’s head tipped back to the cushion behind him. His free hand splayed on his own bare thigh, his fingers leaving indents in the flesh; the other had threaded into the mess of Beetlejuice’s hair. Beetlejuice himself had both arms under Dewey’s thighs, wrapped around his legs, hoisting his hips slightly upward. It was a position designed to give him better access; you knew that because the specter had wrapped you up in the same hold when he used his mouth on you. Dewey had managed to lift one leg over Beetlejuice’s shoulder. From past experience you also knew that was a common trick Dewey did to keep his lover close while being sucked off.

Soft wet sounds matched the smooth bobbing of Beetlejuice’s head. Dewey matched them with moans, a combination that could have been obscenely lewd if the two of them weren’t so obviously enjoying themselves.

To see Dewey, someone who hid his low self-esteem with a sour-grapes mentality like he didn’t actually care, simply allowing this to happen was a big step. Typically he’d insist on something mutual; his self-worth could be tied to making sure he gave, even if giving went against his own wants and needs. For him to sit back and relish the attention made you smile.  

Minutely, Dewey relaxed. His hand gave a little push downward on Beetlejuice’s head, and the specter began blowing him again.

And for Beetlejuice, as crude and as demanding as the ghost could be, for him to be so attentive without immediate satisfaction was a big step forward too. From the flush that had bloomed on Dewey’s chest, he’d been going down on him for a while, not a speedy wham-bam-thank-you-man-now-it’s-my-turn kind of ambush. Slow and deliberate, his head moved steadily and you could only imagine the amount of spit that pooled under Dewey’s legs. At least they put a blanket down first.

It wasn’t often sex in the household was a twosome. Even if it started between just two, the third party would be welcomed in. You found that being able to watch, however, gave you vicarious arousal in the pit of your stomach. To see the Dewey and Beetlejuice so soft, so intimate, was a special treat. Even if your hand did wander down between your legs.

Dewey gasped a little louder and dropped his head. “Oh, I-I’m gonna come!” he said in a strained voice.

Beetlejuice paused at the top of his motion, giving Dewey a moment to collect himself. Although you were across the room, you knew the feeling of his cock throbbing in your mouth, seconds away from ejaculation. You knew that even though he stopped, Beetlejuice couldn’t hold completely still; his tongue was most likely flicking the head of the cock between his lips. You didn’t know if Dewey was so far gone that minor licking stimulation would be enough to send him over the edge--

fin--

You wasted the opportunity to step back, out of sight, during those seconds. Since you’d held your breath in anticipation and didn’t, when Dewey opened his eyes he saw you standing there.

Instead of acting embarrassed or ashamed they’d be caught, he stretched out the hand not tangled in Beetlejuice’s hair to you. Quickly, you crossed the room and settled beside him on the couch. Your arousal increased as though the carnal activity of the two of them fed you.

Beetlejuice’s eyes had been closed too, but at the shifting of the cushions he lifted them to yours. His typically smokey blue eyes were almost completely eclipsed by his pupils, showcasing his own lust as well. If you turned to look at Dewey, you knew his eyes would look the same. You’d marveled before how their eyes matched. But you couldn’t draw your gaze away from Beetlejuice; his lips formed a perfect seal around Dewey’s cock and, as you’d expected, his lower jaw and Dewey’s pubic hair were shiny and soaked with excess spit. As the specter continued with his eyes locked on yours, his cheeks hollowed and relaxed during various parts of his up-and-down cycle.

“He looks so good, sucking you off,” you said, reaching forward to push your hand through the the rat’s nest that was Beetlejuice’s hair as well.

“Mmm-hmm,” Dewey agreed. Apparently those four stuttered words he’d uttered were the last he could string together.

Beetlejuice hummed too. You’d have expected him to throw his voice or switch to a hand--not one holding Dewey’s legs, of course! Just a third hand from out of wherever!--on Dewey’s cock so he could answer you properly. He didn’t. For him to be so intently focused at the task at hand, er, in mouth made you smile at the two of them again.

You hadn’t meant to interrupt and didn’t want to distract. Still, you put your head down on Dewey’s chest, your ear over his heart, and watched. Beetlejuice didn’t drop his gaze, keeping it firmly on yours even as his pace increased. With Dewey’s heart rate matching the suck and pull at his cock, even though literally nothing was happening to you the sound in your ear and the ghost’s direct stare made your lower stomach and groin tingle. You wouldn’t have ever thought you had a voyeuristic bent, but you couldn’t deny how much you liked it.

This time when Dewey announced he was going to come, Beetlejuice didn’t stop. Finally breaking eye contact with you, he took Dewey all the way to his balls and held there. If you’d had your hand under his jaw you were sure you’d have felt him still moving his tongue against the cock buried in his mouth, but you stayed as still as the other two.

After a moment when everything was completely still, Dewey groaned loudly as every muscle tensed. Beetlejuice remained frozen, you didn’t move, both of you allowing Dewey to enjoy his orgasm to the fullest. Only after he began to relax again did the specter gently back off his cock.

Shiny and throbbing in time with his heartbeat, Dewey’s cock fell back to his dripping pubic hair. Knowing he could be extra sensitive after he came, you made a mental note to get up to retrieve a tissue in a moment. Before then, you moved your hand from the side of Beetlejuice’s head and brought your fingers down along his jawline. It was slick with spit.

Beetlejuice grinned and kissed your palm, then made a show of wiping his beard in your hand.

“Gimme a kiss, baby? For a job well done?”

You leaned forward to give him his reward. Just before your lips met his, however, he said,

“I meant Dewey. But you’ll do.”

You rolled your eyes and kissed him anyway, dipping your tongue between his lips to savor the earthy flavor combination of him and Dewey mixed together.

“I bet Dewey’ll kiss you if you get a Kleenex,” you suggested.

Beetlejuice sighed, “I have to do everything around here,” but there was no irritation behind it. He pushed away from the couch and went to find a box.

Splayed and mostly undressed, Dewey hadn’t opened his eyes yet. His cock had started becoming softer, with a thin line of post-climax come oozing from the tip.

“Gonna take a nap, Finn?”

“Sounds good,” he murmured.

“Well, clean up first and then you can snooze. I’ll wake you for dinner.”

Sleepily he asked, “Is it my birthday?”

“Nope. Just happy Dewey Finn day.”

He cracked open his eyelids just enough to see you, smiled and nodded.

nope

(that would be the end, except Beetlejuice overheard the whole, “happy Dewey Finn day” and shouts from the other room, “What about me?!” So you agree to take care of his “needs”--which is always the same thing, a little suck, a little fuck, a little desperate discussion as to if he should come inside you or on you--while Dewey naps. Then later in the evening, both of them ambush  you and give you the best spiritual rogering you’ve ever had.)

#Beetlejuice #Dewey Finn #Beetlejuice x Dewey Finn #Beetlejuice x reader #Dewey Finn x reader #Beetlejuice x Dewey Finn x reader #School of Rock #writing #fanfiction

[kaylinlmfao]

Welcome

My name is Kaylin, I'm 19, and I'm in love with Ethan Landry. I love to read, write, and bake. I'm bisexual and single.

This is pretty much just my rules and fandoms. My masterlists for different fandom's will be on this page. This is mostly a smut blog. Minors DNI. If anyone needs someone to vent to, message me. I'm here.

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Masterlist in progress I promise

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If whatever you're thinking of isn't on the list, that's ok. I don't have any hard no's so just request and I'll decide if I'm comfy writing it. Thanks. Feel free to request if you have an idea that you'd like to see be written! Also, if you'd like, you can message me for whatever! :)

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[yellowjavkets]

Brackets of FICTIONAL RELATIONSHIPS THAT I, RJ YELLOWJAVKETS, THINK ARE NICE. IT SEEMS LIKE YOU GUYS ARE HAVING FUN WITH YOUR BRACKETS AND EVERY TIME I SEE ONE FOR ONE REASON OR THE NEXT I WANT TO SHOOT A HOLE THROUGH MY LAPTOP. I WANT TO HAVE A FUN BRACKET

BLOCK THE TAG RJ BRACKET IF YOU HAVE NO WISH TO SEE THIS FUCKING HORSESHIT

FAQ: Q: RJ I HAVE NO EARTHLY IDEA WHO MOST OF THESE FUCKING PEOPLE ARE

A: IMAGINE HOW I FEEL

Q: RJ THIS IS SOME CRINGE ASS TASTE YOU HAVE

A: I CALLED THE LEG FACTORY AND THEY SAID U DON'T HAVE ONE TO STAND ON

Q: IS THIS A JOKE

A: MAYBE. I'LL DECIDE AFTER LUNCH

I AM NOT ACCEPTING SUBMISSIONS AND IF I HEAR SUPERNATURAL OR STRANGER THINGS OR VOLTRON EVEN ONCE I'M TAKING A SHIT ON YOUR COMPUTER!!!

EXPANDED INFO AND FULL LIST UNDER THE CUT

Jackie Taylor & Shauna Shipman from Yellowjackets

Faith Lehane & Buffy Summers from Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Kimmy & Octus from Sym-Bionic Titan

Kirk & Spock from Star Trek: TOS

Princess Bubblegum & Marceline the Vampire Queen from Adventure Time

Dewey Riley & Gale Weathers from the Scream Franchise

Mae Borowski & Bea Santello from Night in the Woods

Tara Maclay & Willow Rosenberg from Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Miles Morales & Gwen Stacy from Spiderverse

Mike Chilton & Julie Kapulsky from Motorcity

Paige & Beck from Tron: Uprising

Bonnie Bennet & Damon Salvatore from The Vampire Diaries

Taissa Turner & Van Palmer from Yellowjackets

Sarah Connor & Kyle Reese from Terminator

Lucifer Morningstar & Chloe Decker from RJ IS NOT IMMUNE TO PROPAGANDA

Rory Gilmore & Logan Huntzberger from Gilmore Girls

Mickey Milkovich & Ian Gallagher from Shameless

Jocelyn Carter & John Reese from Person of Interest

Peter Parker/Mary Jane Watson/Harry Osbourne from EXCLUSIVELY THE RAIMI TRILOGY

Samwise Gamgee & Frodo Baggins from Lord of the Rings

Finn & Poe Dameron from I WISH I COULD DIE SO I COULD STOP THINKING ABOUT THIS FRANCHISE FOREVER

Agent Six and Rebecca Holiday from Generator Rex

Vriska Serket & Terezi Pyrope from EVERY SLUR LISTED IN ALPHABETICAL ORDER

Xander Harris & Cordelia Chase from Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Root & Sameen Shaw from Person of Interest

Rex Salazar & Circe from Generator Rex

Gwen Tennyson & Kevin Levin from Ben 10

Anthy & Utena from Revolutionary Girl Utena

Razer & Aya from Green Lantern: TAS

Jake Long & Rose from American Dragon: Jake Long

Caroline Forbes & Stefan Salvatore from The Vampire Diaries

Natalie Scatorccio & Misty Quigley from Yellowjackets

I'll probably do a week instead of a day for each poll and post them in very small batches so nobody has to drive to my house and kill me. i will post them at whatever time of day and I'm sorry in advance. you have no idea how difficult it was to think of 32. i had to go back in time and converse with myself at ages of all prime numbers and multiples of 3 to get a clear picture

#monster growl #rj bracket

[musical-shit-show]

i want your midnights

Pairing: Dewey Finn x Reader

Inspiration: sequel to waste my time, #17 (“you’re the only person i want to be with tonight”) and #39 (“don’t blame me. you know what you signed up for.”) from Prompt List #2

Warnings: cursing, angst, alcohol consumption, suggestive dialogue (?), anxiety, fluff at the end

Word Count: 3,229

Author’s Note: Last one shot of 2022! This is a sequel to waste my time, which I really enjoyed writing and thought it warranted a part 2. And, since it’s New Year’s Eve, I thought it’s only fitting to get this out tonight. Thanks to everyone who’s left such nice messages over the past year! I hope to continue to write more in 2023, and already have some things in the works. As always, check out my Masterlist, About Me page, and Prompt Lists if you want to submit a request! Everyone have a safe and Happy New Year!

Hooking up with Dewey Finn certainly had its perks. How could it not? You could hardly keep your hands off each other for weeks, and the secrecy only enhanced the experience. As promised, he had kept his mouth shut since that fateful Halloween party, and you two were able to convince your friends that you had simply called a truce on your years-long feud. Convince everyone but Patty, that was.

“No way,” she said, the day after the Halloween when you met her for a debriefing brunch, “What did he give you? Money? As if he had any…” She lifted her Irish coffee to her lips, smirking at her own snotty comment.

“No, no,” you said, feeling yourself get slightly annoyed at her dig, “We just…talked. He’s really not that bad, as it turns out. I know it’s different for you, but—”

Patty waved her hand, shooing your explanation away nonchalantly, “Don’t even worry about it. I had a feeling this would happen…” she mused, stirring her drink. Your heart skipped a beat, “Everyone loves Dewey anyways. Plus, Ned will be thrilled.”

You chuckled, breathing a small sigh of relief. As far as she knew, you and Dewey were nothing more than amicable. “Yeah well, he really did me a solid last night. Never imagined Dewey Finn would be good for helping with an anxiety attack, but I kinda owe him one.” Patty grabbed your hand lightly, comforting you.

“That is…actually really cool of him. And hey, maybe if you guys are friends, you’ll rub off on him. Maybe suggest he do some chores every once in a while?” She was teasing of course, but you could feel your pulse quickening again; the thought of actually hanging around Dewey made you nervous now.

You had no idea how you felt about him, and the most you two shared up to that point was a touchy makeout session on that damn fire escape the night before. All you knew was that it was in your best interest to stay away until you could figure out what was going on with your emotions.

That was almost two months ago.

And yet, you spent all your time with Dewey and no time at all figuring out your godforsaken feelings. You didn’t have much time to intellectualize your emotions with Dewey whispering sweet nothings into your ear as he pinned you against your mattress. The very thought of him in your bed sent your brain into a tailspin, so you had elected to be completely avoidant.

As far as you were concerned, you enjoyed his company and he was a great lay.

That was it.

Or rather, that’s what you told yourself at least. Having your mind lie to you was easier than letting your heart tell you the truth.

Besides, you quite liked the idea of a friends with benefits setup. It took at least a little bit of the pressure off, though it didn’t stop you from taking the piss every once in a while.

“Really stretching that definition of ‘friends’ huh, Finn?” you remembered asking him. The two of you were lying in bed one night, the streetlight outside your bedroom window shooting streaks of light across your entangled bodies. He smiled and shook his head, his shaggy mop of hair bouncing at the slightest movement.

“Well, what else would you call it?” he traced his fingers along your collarbone, where he had left a conspicuous trail of love bites that you would almost certainly have to cover up the next day. You didn’t have an answer in the moment, or as time passed. Despite loving the initial thrill of sneaking around with Dewey of all people, your situation grew more precarious with each passing day, and it was eating away at you.

Yes, Dewey was your friend now, but what if you told him how you felt and he didn’t feel the same way? What if he didn’t want to be friends anymore? And how would that affect your relationship with Ned and Patty?

And oh god, Patty. How would she feel if she found out you’ve been sleeping with her freeloader roommate with a hidden heart of gold? You were practically hanging by a thread.

Suddenly, you found yourself at the end of the calendar year, with Dewey on your couch stroking your hair absentmindedly as your head rested in his lap, a forgettable movie playing in the background. It was so domestic it almost made you sick.

“You coming to this New Year’s thing tomorrow night?” Dewey asked sleepily, the light from the TV reflecting off his face. He was drawing circles and swirls on your scalp, the sensation both tingling and relaxing you all at once.

“Yeah, of course,” you said, stretching your arms above your head and pinching his nose playfully, “I think Patty would kill me if I didn’t bring my famous champagne Jell-O shots.” Dewey let out an involuntary shudder.

“Oh, be sure to keep those away from me. I can’t have a repeat of last year.”

You smiled softly, remembering how different your relationship was only a year prior. You wondered if your past self would even believe the position you found yourself in now before finally muttering, “Duly noted.”

You and Dewey had both learned quickly to sit in silence comfortably with one another, but this one was different. You could feel a sort of tension that was new, unfamiliar.

“Maybe…” he said, now tracing swirls on your temple, “Maybe we could go together? If you want?”

Your heart nearly skipped a beat.

“I don’t know, Dew…” you trailed off, sitting up and pulling yourself away from his embrace, “Do you really think that’s a good idea?”

“Not in the slightest,” he joked, sitting up to meet your gaze, “But I don’t care anymore.” He tried to scoot closer to you, but you felt yourself retract from his touch.

“Well, I do,” you heard your voice harden, “Look, this thing we have going, it’s good. I don’t want to mess it up by—”

“What? Telling the truth? Come on, we don’t have to pretend anymore. I like you. A lot. And I thought you liked me.”

For a moment, you were stunned into silence. Dewey was usually pretty easygoing, especially when it came to your arrangement. Which turned his confession into even more of a gut-punch.

Your eyes met his again, which sported a pained expression, “It wouldn’t work between us. I thought we both understood that.”

“Oh, come on, screw that!” he replied, standing up, “I know we didn’t get along before but…things are different now. At least I thought they were.”

Your heart was screaming at you to stop, to tell Dewey how you really felt, to go to this stupid party together and not worry about what other people thought. But you couldn’t do it. You were too scared of what would happen if you two were together for real.

Sure, superficially you worried about Ned and Patty; You knew deep down that they’d get over it pretty quickly. No, you were worried about falling even harder Dewey than you already had, only to eventually screw it up for yourself.

Better to end it before it starts.

You clenched your jaw, a mixture of sadness and anger overtaking your face, “Don’t blame me. You know what you signed up for.” You half expected him to argue with you, but he didn’t look angry at all; his chestnut eyes were glazed over with hurt. “Dew, I—”

You wanted to say you were sorry, that you didn’t mean it, that you could go to this stupid party together. But nothing came out. And before you could let it, Dewey had already started gathering his things to leave.

All you could do was sit in awkward silence before he spoke, his voice tremoring, “Just for the record, I think it would’ve worked between us. Really sucks that you don’t see that, I guess.”

“Dewey—” you felt yourself standing up, tears in your eyes.

“No, I,” he sighed, running his fingers through his unruly hair, “I should go. I’ll…see you around.” He opened and shut the door with finality, the sound of his footsteps reverberating down the hall, the echo deafening.

***

“Well hello, hot stuff!” Patti greeted you at her door as pop music blared behind her. You plastered on the widest smile you could muster, a tray of Jell-O shots balancing on your hand. The party was in full swing, and you could already feel your heart pounding in your chest.

You hadn’t the faintest idea if Dewey would be there. You tried to call him and explain, but it went straight to voicemail; you tried texting him, but he left you on read. You were surprised you didn’t get frostbite from the cold shoulder he was giving you.

After setting the shots down on the kitchen counter, you scanned the room intently, hoping to see a familiar mess of brown hair somewhere in the crowd. You deflated when you didn’t see him, and Patty noticed immediately as she handed you a sparkly plastic cup. You felt gold glitter stick to your fingers immediately.

“Festive,” you commented, swirling the champagne cocktail until a tiny vortex of liquid formed. You took a swig, the sweetness making your throat burn on the way down. ‘Please, God, let me get drunk tonight’ you thought, your eyes darting towards the front door each time it opened.

“Okay, what the hell is wrong with you?” Patty inquired, her tone only slightly annoyed, “I thought we were gonna have fun at this party.”

You sighed, setting the drink on the countertop, “I know, I’m sorry. I just…I want to. I have a lot on my mind and—”

“You have to tell me what’s going on,” she persisted, “Don’t think I haven’t noticed you’ve been acting weird.” Damn her and her perceptiveness. Before you could get a word out, you felt hot tears welling in your eyes.

“It’s Dewey.”

Patty blinked stupidly. You cursed yourself for blurting out his name, and you were even more ashamed that you had been lying to your best friend for months.

“Dewey?” she repeated, letting out an incredulous laugh, “Why do you even care if he shows up, I mean I know you guys called a ceasefire, but—”

“Can we just go to your room and talk?” you choked out, feeling more claustrophobic by the second, “Please?”

In that moment, Patty’s eyes widened in realization. Your crying, eyeing the doorway, mentioning Dewey Finn of all people as the source of your turmoil. It finally clicked.

“Oh…my god.”

“I’m sorry, I should’ve told you—”

“Oh my god.”

Patty practically dragged you to her and Ned’s room, slamming the door behind her. You could feel your hands getting clammy, the thought of a fight ensuing making you break out into a cold sweat. You envisioned shouting, tears of betrayal, a final angry goodbye…it was too much for your hummingbird heart to take.

“You’re in love with him.”

Now it was time for you to be taken aback. You furrowed your brow at her, trying to make sense of your best friend’s words.

“What?”

“You’re in love with Dewey,” she repeated, smiling. Never in your life had you seen Patty talk about Dewey while smiling. “I can’t believe I didn’t see this coming…”

“Wait, wait,” you sat on her bed, feeling your heart rate slow only slightly, “You’re not mad?”

Patty sat down next to you, throwing her arm over your shoulder, “Oh honey,” she said in a tone that was far too sweet for your liking, “I’m not mad. I’m furious. I can’t believe you didn’t tell me!”

You let out a dry laugh, “No, I mean, you’re not mad that it’s…Dewey?”

She shook her head, and your eyes widened in disbelief, “As much as he is a pain in the ass, I kinda saw this coming. Ever since after Halloween, really. I just didn’t think you’d be this head over heels for him.”

Feeling your entire body get hot with chagrin, you gave her a playful push away from you, “I’m not head over heels for him.”

“Oh, you so are.”

And then the realization dawned on you, hitting like a ton of bricks. You had been in denial for weeks, really ever since that first night on the fire escape.

You were in love with Dewey Finn.

And you were certain he never wanted to speak to you again.

“It doesn’t matter,” you said, tears starting to well in your eyes, “I fucked it up, P. I got scared and I pushed him away.”

You shoved your head into your hands, feeling utterly defeated. How could you have possibly been so stupid? You had the chance to be together, really together, but once again the cold grip of your anxiety overtook you the moment you felt yourself getting too close.

Pulling yourself out of your shame spiral, you noticed a devilish glint in Patty’s eye. “What?” you asked, a little scared of what she’d say next. She was usually the practical one; seeing her scheme was a bit unnerving.

 “Hold on, I’ll be right back.”

***

“Hey bud, where you at? This party could really use a case or two more of beer.” Dewey heard his best friend say over the phone, his voice fighting against the rowdy party that was happening in their apartment.

Dewey took another swig of his beer before responding, “Oh, hey man, yeah…I’m out.” The dive bar he had chosen for the evening was surprisingly empty, with only a few other lonely souls, “And I don’t think it’s a good idea for me to come back right now. I’m sorry.”

“Why not? Everyone is here—”

“I know. They aren’t the problem, I just…I have to tell you something.”

He then proceeded to tell Ned about everything – Halloween, the weeks since, your fight – practically all in one breath. It was killing him that he hadn’t told his best friend about the two of you, so it wasn’t difficult for him to start spilling his guts.

“I’m so sorry, dude,” he said, stepping out of the bar to catch his breath and get some fresh air, “I know I should’ve told you I just, I didn’t want to screw it up. But clearly she doesn’t feel the same way about me, so—”

“Dewey, I love you,” Ned said as he looked over at Patty, who had already relayed everything you had told her, “But you are the world’s biggest idiot.” Dewey blinked on the other side of the phone, taken aback by Ned’s uncharacteristic bluntness. “Just, get over here.”

Dewey shook his head, confused, “Wait, what’s going on—?” but before he could finish his sentence, the line went dead. He huffed, his breath appearing in the cold December night.

There was a part of him that told him to stay at the bar, sit in a booth by himself, and wait for the year to be over alone. But something else in him, something stronger, was telling him to listen to Ned and get back to the apartment. Because he knew you’d be there, and this might’ve been his last chance to make things right.

Before he realized it, he was walking home, his pace quickening as the wind stung his face. He dodged hordes of people crowd the city streets who were all ringing in the new year. His mind flashed to Ned’s request for more provisions; he honestly couldn’t bring himself to care.

As he climbed the stairs, he could hear the excited voices wafting from underneath the doorframe. Luckily, he was able to slip in relatively unnoticed since he had no alcohol to provide. He scanned the room for you, and spotted you the couch, nervously picking at your nails.

“Uh, hi.”

Looking up, your heart dropped when you saw Dewey, who gave you a small, awkward wave. “Oh my fucking god…I’m gonna kill Patty.” He chuckled lightly, and you stood up, wiping your hands on your skirt.

“You look…nice.” He choked out, the tension of your fight still hanging heavily between you. “Thank you,” you replied, your eyes darting to the floor. You were desperate for an escape plan. “I, uh, should probably get going though.”

You brushed past him to grab your coat, which Ned had haphazardly thrown into Dewey’s room. Perfect.

Dewey leaned against the doorframe, watching you tear through the pile of parkas. “Before midnight?” he said while following you in, “Come on, I knew you were a wet blanket but—”

“Please, just…just don’t.” you cut him off, your voice faltering. Dewey always tried to make light of a situation, but right now, he was only making you feel worse about blowing him off.

Before you could stop yourself, you heard your voice ringing in your head, “I…I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to, I just, I’m scared, okay? And I fucked it royally, so, seeing you here when I know that I can’t fix things, it’s just, it’s too much for me.”

“Hang on,” Dewey crossed his arms over his chest, a sad smile on his face, “who said we can’t fix things?”

“What?” you felt tears welling in your eyes, “I thought you didn’t want to see me again?” Without thinking, Dewey stepped closer to you, wiping a stray tear from your face. The small, intimate act made your pulse quicken.

“I didn’t, at first,” he said, his gaze soft, “But then I remembered your smile, and your laugh, and the way that you can argue with me about anything under the sun and I still find myself wanting to spend the whole day with you. You drive me insane, babe, but I couldn’t care less. I thought by storming out like a complete moron, I’d ruined any chance I had with you.”

In an act of impulsiveness, you grabbed his hand, entwining your fingers with his. Never in a million years did you think you’d be in this position, but Dewey’s words were enough to make you bolder than you ever imagined.

“I…don’t know what to say,” you said quietly, “Other than that…well, the last couple months have been some of the best I’ve had in years. And, you’re the reason why, Dew. You’re the only person I want to be with tonight and, well, I don’t want to lose you. I can’t lose you.”

Before you knew it, Dewey had picked you up, spinning you around as his laugh filled your ear. You instantly got butterflies, and when he set you down, his smile could’ve lit up the entire city.

“You won’t,” he said, “It looks like we don’t have anything to hide anymore.” You grinned back at him, a small giggle escaping from your throat. “So,” he continued, “I take it Patty knows?”

You nodded, “Yep,” you slipped your hand into his again, his grip comforting, “I don’t know what happened, but she’s…cool with it.”

“Well good,” he said, “Because I’m not letting you get away this time. I’m gonna annoy you as long as you’ll let me.” You kissed him softly, finally feeling lighter than air. The two of you stepped back into the party, finally excited for what the new year might bring.

***

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#my writing #writing #writing prompts #writing prompt #dewey finn x reader #dewey x you #dewey x reader #dewey finn #alex brightman #school of rock musical #school of rock #angst #angst prompts #angst prompt #fluff #fluff prompt #fluff prompts #musical theatre #musicals #musical #musical theatre fanfiction #musical theater fandom #musical theatre fandom #fanfiction prompts #fanfiction prompt #fanfiction #fandom #fanfic

[littledanette]

so I was wondering

if I told you I'd finished writing Teacher's Pet (took me long enough, i know, lol)

...would you still be interested in reading it orrr??

for context - Teacher's pet part 1 here

#my writing #teacher's pet #alex brightman #dewey finn #school of rock musical #dewey finn x reader #beetlejuice the musical #broadway #beetlejuice x reader #dewey finn imagines #dewey finn x oc

[emilybluntt]

in your opinion, what is the best and the worst movie featuring emily blunt in a main or supporting role? not her best or worst performance, just the movie itself

we got a load question here i see! i feel like i am going to upset someone somewhere on this planet/galaxy. feature films are what we are going to base this on because if we included her tv movies, well that would be a whole ballpark of worst. also this is probably going to be a bit long so i'm going to do a cut.

BEST FILM: A QUIET PLACE

okay but hear me out on this. this is also coming from a person that does not like horror films or movies that are designed to scare you. i get anxiety watching them and i have an overactive imagination that my brain will tell me oh well this fictional character could be behind this shower curtain so you should check that.

i know that i can already hear people saying why isn't my answer oppenheimer. that movie had me crying because i thought it was never going to end. oppenheimer wouldn't have even made number two, two would have been edge of tomorrow if i had to pick a runner up.

a quiet place overall shows the beauty and terror of that post-apocalyptic world. not only is emily's performance in this film amazing, the actress that plays the daughter, millicent simmonds, is amazing in her role as well. there was just something about when i watched this movie in theatres. i was so full of anxiety during this film and even lingered for a bit afterwards. there were parts of this movie that i held my breathe through, sobbed, and so many emotions. i honestly think that this movie deserves more praise than it gets. i also think emily was snubbed for not at least getting nominated for an academy award on this film.

WORST FILM: GULLIVER'S TRAVELS

i want you to know that this movie is so bad that i couldn't even find a gif to include here from tumblr, so i had to make one. i literally made one for this terrible movie. the shame i just felt having giffed this movie. feel free to steal this gif, don't even credit me, don't associate this with me at all please.

where do i even begin with the problems of this film? this entire film is a crime against cinema and i say that with my whole chest. i am a fan of jack black and i honestly thought this film was going to be good. the personalities of everyone in this film feel so wrong. i swear jack black's character is just dewey finn from school of rock, which would have been great, if it didn't feel so out of place. emily blunt basically plays a ditzy bimbo ( so great? yay? who knows. ) once again emily has to play a character that finds jason segel attractive and that is acting in itself i tell you.

the cast of this film should have made this such a great film! it has catherine tate, jack black, billy connolly, and emily blunt. if you truly hate yourself you can watch this movie. i've seen it once and that was enough for me. if i ever forget everything about myself this is the one point that will be so ingrained in my brain that i'll never forget how terrible it was.

#look who got an ask #anon ask #emily blunt #loml #a quiet place #gulliver's travels

[floorbe]

OKAY sorry i spammed you floorbe but this is the last one (for now >;3c) but what about some beej/dew chubby reader hcs?? need that rep yknow

i always welcome ur spams rallsa <3

~

Beetlejuice

-Lord he is enraptured by you

-He is a huge fan of laying his head on your thighs or your stomach

-You’ll find him absentmindedly tracing and lightly groping your body (non sexually. ...Unless?)

-You wear something form fitting? Awoooga, babes! He makes his eyes pop out of his head comically. Makes you laugh and shows how much he loves you. Double win

-If you are ever insecure he is... well, he’s not good at comforting verbally. But he tries his best

-“But babes?! You’re smoking hot!” while he makes steam come out of his ears or something

-He’s more for physical reassurance. Whether that be sfw or not, that’s up to you, but he mostly maps your body with his hands and talks quietly about you

-It’s a bit awkward, but he’s genuine and you can tell

-When you two are cuddling, he is constantly moving his hands along your body. It’s one of the few times he’s quiet, just appreciating you wondering how he got so damn lucky

Dewey Finn

-Dewey is also so in love with you

-He loves hugging you from behind and placing his hands on your hips or belly

-Another fan of laying his head on your thighs or stomach

-Whenever you come out in a new form fitting outfit you swear he has steam coming from his ears. He is so obsessed

-You feel insecure one day? He is right by your side immediately, spewing everything he loves about your body, and he has a lot

-You’ll have to shut him up (maybe with your lips?)

-He can tell if you’re having a bad day in that aspect almost immediately. He’s real good at reading you

-Drums his fingers along your body in different rhythms when cuddling, humming along to his fingers quietly

-So in love with you. He can’t imagine how he ended up with someone like you, but by God if he isn’t going to live it to the fullest

#beetlejuice x reader #dewey finn x reader #beetlejuice imagines #beetlejuice scenarios #school of rock imagines #school of rock scenarios #Beetlejuice #dewey finn #school of rock

[ladyasabat]

Lullaby on the West End

Strap yourselves in, it's going to be a long one.

Last weekend I disappeared off to my happy place in Retford to play in Lullaby on the West End, a LARP I'd been looking forward too for far too long and it was everything and more I could have asked for. I had to wait until today to start to convert my bullet points into legibility, and wrangle those word squirrels into sentences before they escape into the wild and get eaten by reality.

I'd like to say a massive thank you to all the people who made the story possible, to the GMs for writing all the chaos, to the utterly exceptional cast of players, but especially to the players behind Miss Mullins/Trunchbull and Dewey Finn who were the cornerstones of most of my play.

I had the utmost joy of being cast as Jenny Honey, timid school teacher of Horace Green being run under the strict thumb of Rosalie Mullins (Trunchbull). I have always felt a kinship with Miss Honey, growing up with the Matilda movie as one of the core tenets of my upbringing and so when that character sheet came floating into my inbox I did a happy little dance in my computer chair (much to the horror of my cats).

Her story can only be described as the most incredible journey. I laughed, I cried, I laugh cried and I cry laughed. The one thing I was not expecting was just how much love everyone seemed to have for her, and how much they wanted her to succeed, from the students (who were her world) to the other teachers and everyone in between. It was that love and support that really gave Jenny the self-confidence she needed. I genuinely cannot emphasise enough how heart-warming her story was, only that it was better than I ever could have imagined.

You don't really have ten years to hear the story in its entirety, and there are SO many heartfelt moments and even more things that Jenny got involved in over the game, but I would like, if I may, to share some of them with you.

Warning, spoilers lie beyond this point.

Miss Rosalie "Mistakes Were Made" Trunchbull/Mullins - The perfect antihero, a villain for everyone to rally against and ironically played by one of the kindest people I know. From yelling at Jenny for the audacity of being given flowers by her students to dragging her to the Chokey for spending FAR too much money on books (more than I the player had really understood) and generally making Jenny feel like the most pathetic, spineless being ever. Only to then have the most wholesome conversation after Rosalie had re-inherited her family powers where she admitted she may have been entirely wrong about Jenny (which was in no small part due to Joe Casey persistently telling her about what she'd done for him) - "Miss Mullins, you're not yelling at me. Are you feeling alright?" and the discovery that Rosalie had in fact stolen the will that Horace Green belonged to Jenny all this time, and that the Chokey was a machine put in place to take the children's creativity to power the factory that Wonka had built. A factory that met an incredibly explosive end.

Dewey Finn/Ned Schneebly - Although they seemed a strange pairing to the outside, Dewey was Jenny's rock in the chaos of the storm, and the one who supported and encouraged her from the first moment Miss Trunchbull yelled at her - even if at that point she just knew him as Ned Schneebly. He brought out her rebellious side and in turn she showed him how wonderful the students were and taught him to be a teacher. He won her trust and then her heart, and as they escaped into the underground tunnels to get away from the tentacles reaping havoc in the city, he realised there was more to Jenny than met the eye "My girlfriend's a superhero!"

The Students - There was nothing Jenny cared about more than her students (both current and ex) and no matter how she was feeling at the time, she wanted to be there to encourage and support them. This resulted in a strange combination of both sweet and chaotic scenes as they asked her for help and advice in anything from issues with their parents to strange bird people in dark alleys handing them a mysterious cheese.

They also handed her an obscene amount of flowers, because it made her happy (or in Raven's case because she didn't want them) which in turn made Miss Trunchbull furious...so they did it some more! She got so many, that when I gathered them all together Jenny had a perfect disguise as a floral arrangement.

She also got to encourage them all to take part in the various activities - Captain Tempest's Space Auxiliaries and the Kite Festival, the latter of which Miss Trunchbull had explicitly forbidden Jenny from taking the students, and in a pique of rebellion, she decided to do the opposite and so turned into an incredibly sweet moment of joyous singing and waving kites to the iconic song "Lets Go Fly a Kite". Until Pugsley blew them all up (perfection).

Jenny held one official "lesson" during the game, which was originally set to contain some Science from Dr Horrible and then ended up being filled with Chaos, as Javert turned up to Educate the students about Crime, Dr Horrible got recruited by the Evil League of Evil and then then students went off with Rusty on a train ride. Because why not?

Parent-Teacher evening was an experience. Taking place just after Jenny had inherited the school, it contained the dramatic revelation that Dewey Finn had been masquerading as Ned Schneebly the whole time, which of course caused an uproar with the parents, and was perhaps the first and only time anyone ever saw Jenny Honey raise her voice. It also saw her put her new-found confidence to the test and persuade Mayor Falco to come see his daughter Raven in the battle of the bands, and witness their tearful reconciliation afterwards.

The Lost - Part of Jenny's story was her alter-ego as Jennyanydots, a no-nonsense teacher who had stumbled upon a bunch of people in the underground tunnels who needed her just as much as the students in the school. The genuine pride she felt at Stratt's grammatical accomplishments on the protest boards, and the bonding that happened later in the game as the Lost and the Cats worked together to save the world through the power of musical instruments and the hunt for Schrodinger's guitar.

Her connection to the Lost also led to a few escapades in the tunnels below the city, including the discovery of a train holding barrels of sarsaparilla being guarded by totally-not-cybermen and the Beige Room. Nobody liked the Beige Room. We also went on a quest for Goop and narrowly missed encountering Sid the albino crocodile.

Cats - Oh yes, Jenny was a Cat. Or at least the anthropomorphic personification of one. Struck by strange purple lightning, her and a small handful of other City dwellers were granted cat-like powers including for her a perfect Clark Kent disguise that allowed her hide in plain sight as Mysterious Stranger, Jennyanydots.

It also turned out these cats had an Important Decision to make, which we used to help save the world. Jenny somehow ended up becoming the leader of these felines, even being given the proxy vote of one Hidden Paw, the Macavity cat - something about organising the students, plus seemingly having the most information about what exactly was going on meant she was strangely adept at herding cats.

There were a couple of wonderful moments of getting to really show off Jennyanydots' abilities, diving in to rescue fellow school teacher Harry Blitzstein from being thrown into the Chokey - the first real time she ever stood up to the Trunchbull and it was not as herself - and then dropping into the tunnels to land in the classic superhero pose as her and Dewey escaped the approaching tentacles. 10/10 would be a cat person again.

Singing - My biggest regret, and perhaps my only one is that I never got to sing all the things I'd planned to, mostly due to the grey sponge that occupies my skull giving me incredible stage-fright (which given how much singing/dancing I did in Lullaby 2 made me cross at myself). However, taking part in many of the group numbers including defeating a pop-music AI through We Will Rock You and the grand finale of Bohemian Rhapsody is something I will remember with great joy.

In all, it was the best weekend I could have possibly imagined and my favourite weekend game of all those that I've played. There are so many small things like offering Javert a lamp as people kept telling him to "Lighten up" and calling Charlie Bucket's new suit a "Chocolate Orange" that enriched the game, and getting to spend that time with the people I hold dearest in my heart and adding more people to that number (you all know who you are).

Thank you all for the greatest time, and I shall cherish these memories forever more.

#larp #larp character #uk larp #freeform larp

[nameless-and-joymaking]

should i actually watch the full monty or was that a bit

the one picture a day thing is a bit (that no one is enjoying but me) but i genuinely think it's a delightful little film and highly recommend it! it was nominated for a few oscars but got trampled by titanic (and rlly never stood a chance in the award season anyway bc its silly and sexy and just not the kind of film that usually even gets a best picture nod)

it's primarily just a really fun time and with really lovable and memorable characters. it's not a rom-com, but if you are a fan of a well put-together rom-com, you will probably like this film. It has similar energy to School of Rock but with children being less central. like if dewey finn just dragged his friends into sexy but stressful predicaments all the time. It also has political content that holds up surprisingly well! it's part of the Billy Elliot class of films that are meant to be heartstring-tugging but are also very much textually about the effects of Thatcherite neoliberal economics. It's also very much about desirability and body image-- not in a particularly radical way, but for a film in the late 90s to have a fat character who's arc is about realizing he's desirable was really sweet and interesting.

tl;dr it's your standard We've Got To Put On A Talent Show to Save The Barn story but really delightfully executed with a lot of pathos and fun and Fuck Thatcher energy.

And if you end up liking the film, I really can't overemphasize how pleasantly surprised I was by the Hulu miniseries based on it that came out this year. I was expecting it to be a cynical cash-in on nostalgia for the film where the characters we like go on wacky misadventures, but it's actually a gutting exploration of worsening austerity in social services, education, etc., un- and underemployment, food insecurity, and psychiatric incarceration. Like I was genuinely shocked not only by the quality of the writing but by the politics, which had not only a really devastating critique but also positive political imagination about community care and subversion within institutions. think British The Wire, but without saying cops can be good.

#im not going to try to sell this film with Diversity bc thats cringe but there are well-served queer and Black characters which is great #also caveat: if you can't stand even a whiff of Dudes Rock don't watch it #other caveat: it could stand to do better with its discussion of misogyny which is pretty truncated #its very much residual in the text it just goes underexplored #(the musical adaptation tried to develop it more but not very successfully) #and caveat wrt the show: the pigeon plotline and the dog plotline were both a bit wonky to me just in terms of tone #so keep soldiering past the dog plotline even if you dont like it bc it gets better from there!!