#hat obc

[heckyeahobjectbattlecity]

day 31 - halloween !!!!!!!! in december oops

#art.dat #object battle city #object shows #objectober2018 take 2 #evil layz obc #twelve obc #painting obc #hat obc #mpc obc #sloppy trash can obc

[dietpapaya]

girl’s night! (+ gp)

#object battle city #osc #obc #gatorade powder obc #ds card obc #red jeans obc #tardis obc #hat obc #muse art

[gameboy-berry]

Some Object Battle City gijinka concepts :]

#rhythmposts #object shows #osc #object show community #hat obc #layz obc #tardis obc #painting obc #object battle city #gijinka #object head #berrydoodles

[theabstractwoman]

TA DA!! ITS FINALLY HERE!! AFTER 3 LONG MONTHS OF WAITING AND COLLABORATING ITS FINALLY HERE

I commissioned my dearest friend @mizooncat to make a short animatic about vines drawn in the style of seussical characters. Well as time went on it got a lil longer each time going from a 2 and a half long animatic to over 5 mins lol. This has been one of my biggest dreams I had hoped to come true in the future and I’m so incredibly proud,happy,grateful, and in debt to mizoon for being the most talented generous and kind loving friend I could ever ask for. You made my dream come true and I’ll always and will always love you forevermore. You are the sweetest human being I’ve ever known and I hope you always know that when i share this with others and they see how incredible of a person you are to me. I’m going to try and repay you for this and make sure you are more than loved and appreciated as you are to me. To you my dearest and most cherished friend. I toast to your accomplishment and may you continue to have many more victories in the future. I love you always and will always be at your side no matter what. I love you

ANYWHO- for those who aren’t him just sit back, relax, and enjoy this very special project from us that features the Seuss cast in many different chaotically wonderful vines! Thanks for watching and have a great day! Yopp!

#theater #musical theater #seuss #dr seuss #seussical #seussical the musical #musicals #gertrude mcfuzz #horton the elephant #art #seussical broadway #musical #seussical obc #broadway #good vibes #the cat in the hat #fanart #fandom #fan project #passion project #art project #project #theatre kid #theatre #musical theatre #broadway musicals #broadway fanart #musical fandom #musical fanart #art for friends

[montygatorguy]

okay so i was talking to @thetisming last night and decided tonight i was going to comb through the &juliet west end bootleg he sent me to find all the stimming i could. and i found a LOT. i also included timestamps for each example!

act 1

- juliet at 18:07 (although i can’t tell exactly what she’s doing because of the lighting but it looks like stimming to me!)

- juliet may and anne celebrating at 18:22

- anne jumping and holding mays hands at 21:06

- juliet stimming w her hands at 21:56

- frankie playing with his necklace at 26:40

- may and juliet rubbing each others hands at 36:08 (they do it earlier on as well!)

- frankie stimming w his hands at 37:25

- the entire “frankie de boi” interaction at 38:33

- frankie playing with his necklace again at 39:24

- JULIET MIMICKING FRANKIES PLAYING ON THE VIRGINAL AT 40:40 BROOO

- frankie putting his hands on his head cause he’s nervous at 41:50

- frankie trying to mimic juliet and the players snapping at 42:57

- juliet shaking her hands at 53:17

- juliet and frankie holding each others arms at 54:29

- frankie playing with his necklace AGAIN (this might become a common thing) at about 59:00

(not a stim but i LOVE tim’s emphasis on the word wanna at 1:00:10)

- may taking frankies hands (and their own) and pressing them against his chest at 1:01:33

- frankie shaking his hands at 1:01:40

act 2

- whatever the hell romeo is doing at 1:09:55

- frankie copying what may did with his hands during kissed a girl by himself at 1:18:40

- when juliet and romeo are nudging each other back and forth at 1:22:16

- romeo shaking his head and juliet copying him at 1:24:37

- frankie swinging his hat back and forth after he got yelled at :( 1:42:05

(also not really a stim but FROMEO BESTIES MOMENT at 1:44:22)

- frankie fidgeting with his handheld mic at 1:46:03

- juliet flapping her hands at 1:57:35

- juliet playing with her necklace at 2:06:06

im going to make a similar post for the obc recording i have also so be on the lookout for that!!

#&juliet #and juliet #&juliet musical #amperstan #stimming #stims #juliet capulet #romeo montague #may bellerose #francois dubois #anne hathaway shakespeare #if this is formatted weird i copypasted it from my notes

[fbfh]

rocks at your window pt. 12 - ricky bowen x reader

disclaimer: this series contains smut and chapter by chapter warnings, so as with all nsfw works, ricky is aged up to 18+!! ricky and reader are 18 and in their senior year. additionally, ricky begins to desplay more symptoms of mental illness and bpd but he does get therapy and has a good support system. Obviously I'm not a professional and this is for entertainment so while I have done my research pls take this with a grain of salt!! or several!! /lh

!! contains some spoilers for season 1 of hsmtmts, and previous chapters of this fic !!

wc: 5k

genre: mild hurt/lotta comfort, smut, feels

pairing: ricky bowen x (afab she/her) reader

warnings: post show depression, more backstory for reader, brief mentions of gifted kid burnout and rediscovering your love for theatre, more fake texts, ricky is down ba-a-a-a-ad, classic Hot Boy Climbing Through Your Window moment, heart to heart convos, smut, body worship, clit sucking n fingering, penetrative sex, emotional 'i love you' sex, ricky begging <3, possible cliff hanger?? (BUT NOT BAD I PROMISE)

summary: it's late at night and you're reflecting on your experience performing high school musical the musical with all your fellow wildcats when someone shows up, throwing rocks at your window, and thinking the exact same thing.

song recs: rocks - imagine dragons, end of all things - panic at the disco, I hear a symphony - cody fry, fuck it I love you - lana del rey, tell me that you love me - victorious cast, where do we go from here - amelie obc, I can't handle change - roar

a/n: this is the last chapter of rocks. I got so emotional writing this and I sincerely hope yall enjoy. also before anyone asks YES I'm planning a sequel about season 2 but it's curretnly tba. I hope you cry when you hear rocks by imagine dragons and get flustered as FUCK when you hear tell me that you love me by the victorious cast because Ricky Bowen needs to be told I love you to cum it's canon Tim Federle told me so. Fangz again to Cici for proof reading and fangz to you guys for reading <3 send in Ricky asks lol

tags @yesv01 @hopefullhearts @thatawkwardlittlefangirl @afidiofobia @aliyahsutherland @pikzel @demirunner @brinaslittlefreak @girlfriendwhoseawitch @matiere-detoiles @ifilwtmfc @uselesssapphickitten @nxstalgicnxbxdy @ggclarissa @n-slayaaaaa @stormi-ames @rainforest-daisies @sunshineangel-reads

The show is over, midterms are over, now it’s Friday night and you can’t sleep. It’s one of a handful of Fridays over the past few months that you haven’t spent at rehearsal, and no matter how many times they roll around, it still feels weird. You chalk it up to routine, muscle memory, but part of you still worries you’ll be late when you see it’s past 6pm. You miss the El Rey, you miss the auditorium and rehearsal room at school, you miss circle time with Miss Jenn and all your friends. Post show depression always sucks, but after everything that happened during High School Musical, how intense things got, the letdown is worse than usual. 

Even all the fun things Miss Jenn had planned to keep everyone’s spirits up until the next show gets announced are all over. You’d spent a week with your friends learning a song about winter Ashlyn wrote and Gina and Carlos choreographed so everyone could do a flashmob for the new East High theatre department’s instagram page. Miss Jenn got everyone together to make some content in advance to post before the break, but you finished your last take of the flashmob after school today. New Year’s isn’t until later this week, so you’ve finally reached the wasteland between closing one show and starting another. 

“Hey,” your mom says softly from your doorway, and you look up from where you’re sitting on your bed. You greet her quietly, flipping through your playbill from the show, still wearing your cast shirt. You have a few open hat boxes in front of you, adorned in light florals and other delicate patterns and designs. Each one of them is full to the brim with playbills, confetti, and other mementos from past shows, except the one in front of you, which still has some room left in it. 

Your mom walks over to you, watching your expression closely as you flip through your playbill, not wanting to put it away just yet. She rests her hand on your back, rubbing her thumb affectionately before tucking the tag of your shirt back into the neck. You both know what’s coming. You think back to the deal you made with her after your dad left. You didn’t realize until months after how much you’d been struggling with everything. Your mom discussed dropping out of the show you were in, even though you were so close to opening night, and you’d refused. You’re not the type to drop out of a show you’ve spent months rehearsing for just because of some struggles in your personal life. 

Your mom could see clear as day how you weren’t having fun like you used to, how burnt out you were going to get if you kept up like that. What kind of mother would she be if she just let you do that to yourself? Once you’d found a new house and a new job out in Utah, you came to the agreement that you’d take a break for the summer. After that, if you wanted to do theatre again, you could do a show at your new school - nothing high pressure, or competitive and catty, or overly professional. After that, if you still want to, you can return back to professional theatre after you graduate. 

“So?” she says softly. Your chest squeezes, and you’re so grateful that you’ve been able to feel and see and do and experience every single thing you love about theatre so much. There had been no high stakes, nothing riding on you and your ability to perform. It was just fun. Passion. A passion you don’t know if you’ll ever be able to let go of. 

“I want to do the next show.” You say, without a trace of reservation. She smiles softly, looking down at you. She hasn’t seen you like this, so much like yourself, in years. You’re glowing and at peace, and she has never, ever been happier to see it. After everything the two of you have been through, the divorce - and the events leading up to it - she remembers this is what she’s been fighting for, the goal she’s been working toward; seeing you happy and thriving. She had a hunch that high school theatre was exactly what you needed, and now she thanks her lucky stars she was right.  

You don’t talk about what you’re going to do after the next show, it’s not quite time to worry about that yet. There’s no need to rush anything, especially when it comes to stuff like this. You’re sure that when it comes time to make a decision, you’ll know in your heart what the right one will be. But even just from looking at you, even if you don’t know yet, your mom has another hunch that you’ll be back in New York, lighting up every stage on Broadway at some point. She presses a kiss to your forehead, rubbing your back again as you finally, reluctantly place your playbill in the open hat box in front of you. 

“Try to get some rest, sweetie.” 

She goes off to bed, and now you really have nothing to do. You sigh as you organize your hat boxes back on the top shelf of your closet, in the order you usually keep them in. You look around, deciding to clean your room. You run down to the kitchen to get a trash bag, then return to your room. You dig through all the scented candles you’ve been hoarding and pick out a nice smelling one to light, then put something on Netflix for some background noise. You start by folding your laundry, then pick up any stray trash. Usually cleaning your room gives you time to think, but you’re not really thinking much of anything now. You’re grateful for the break. 

You move from task to task, losing track of time as Netflix continues to autoplay. You pause what you’re doing for a second, trying to figure out why two characters are arguing. You’ve barely been paying attention, but are still managing to follow the plot for the most part. During that moment of stillness, you hear your phone buzz with a text. You pick it up, shocked at how late it is, how quickly the time got away from you. It also makes you wonder who could be texting you so late. It’s Ricky. That makes sense, you think. You wonder what he’s doing up so late as you open the message. 

You set your phone on the windowsill, then head towards your closet to try and make some sense of it. You’re not sure how it got to be such a hot mess - in all fairness, it’s not really that messy. You just need a project to work on. You straighten up your hanging clothes, refold all your jeans and folded sweaters, then reorganize it by color. Or maybe cut. You’re not sure yet. You make a mental note to rewatch Tidying Up with Marie Kondo later for more ideas. 

You decide to revisit that in a few minutes, instead turning to all the pillows and blankets hidden on the floor of your closet. You adjust them, remembering the first time you’d shown your nap hole to Ricky. Your mind wanders idly, recounting all the things that have happened since then. You really hope that in spite of everything, Ricky had a good time performing. A part of you really hopes he’s going to do more shows. He’s so talented, and he has so much natural potential. After what he’s been through, it would make total sense if he never wanted to do theatre again, but a part of you silently hopes that he’s grown to love it the way you do. 

Thunk. 

You turn your head suddenly, wondering if you’d imagined the small noise. You glance back at the window, and see you left your phone there. You figure it was a notification or something. When you press the power button to check, you’re met with the words no new notifications on your lock screen. 

Thunk.

Something moves in the corner of your vision, followed by another noise, then another.

Thunk- crack! 

Your brow furrows as you stare at the hairline fracture left in the glass of your window. You try to peer down, but it’s so dark you can’t really see anything. You open your window up wide, lifting the latch and popping out the screen. You lean your head out just enough to look down, but it’s still too dark. You turn on your phone flashlight and hold tight to your popsocket, angling the beam down, only to be met with Ricky. 

He’s holding a small plastic bag and a handful of rocks to throw until he gets your attention. He waves up at you awkwardly, and you laugh, covering your mouth to not make too much noise. It sounds beautiful. Everything you do is always so beautiful, he’s not sure why he’s still surprised when you take his breath away effortlessly. His stomach twists for a moment, and he hopes he gives you butterflies like you give him all the time. He looks up at you, and leaning down from your window like this, he thinks you’d make a really good Juliet. He’s not sure if you’ve done any Shakespeare before, but he makes a mental note to ask. 

You watch from above as he holds the plastic bag in his mouth and starts climbing up the tree next to your house. You lose sight of him for a moment, until he reappears on the lattice on the side of your house. He’s careful not to disturb the ivy slowly growing its way up in spite of the cold weather. You laugh in disbelief, watching him climb through your window until he’s standing in front of you. It feels like something out of a movie, and your heart is pounding in your chest. 

“You could have used the door…” you laugh. 

“Well,” he shrugs, “I wanted to shake it up a little.” He smiles at you, pulling something out of the bag. 

“I brought you coffee.” He pulls a to go cup out of the bag, handing it to you. He’s hopeful it will make you happy, and the way your eyes light up when you accept the drink is worth the stranger looks he got from the barista for ordering espresso at 11 at night. He takes out his drink, throwing the empty plastic bag in your garbage. You look up at him with those pretty eyes and his stomach flips. You move closer, pressing a kiss to his lips, one he leans into. 

“Thanks,” you say after pulling away, sending him the most blinding, dazzling smile. He’s been inside you more times than he can count, and your kisses still make his head all fuzzy. He lets out a soft laugh, feeling a little high from your attention. He sits on your bed, watching you as you sit backwards on your desk chair. You both sip your drinks, and it’s quiet for a moment. 

“Couldn’t sleep?” you ask. He lets out a breathy laugh, surprised at how well you can read him. 

“It… still feels weird not being at rehearsal.” he says, thinking out loud. You nod in silent understanding of everything left unsaid. You chuckle lightly.

“Yeah, post show depression will really kick your ass.” He laughs, feeling called out at your words. 

“Yeah…” he agrees. When Nini dumped him, he felt like there was a sinkhole in his chest. Then after that, when she left, when she just walked out on him and his dad, he felt like he was going to cave in. Then he met you. You didn’t make him stop missing her or Nini, but you gave him something to lean on. You helped him realize he had something else to think about - the show. Now he doesn’t think about Nini nearly as much as he used to; that wound is starting to heal. As for the other thing, long as he doesn’t let himself think about her or Todd, as long as he keeps moving, he’s sort of okay. 

But now he’s feeling a new kind of emptiness. He doesn’t like goodbyes, he never has, so even though he knew closing night would be hard, he didn’t expect it to hurt this much. He didn’t expect himself to grow so familiar with the soundtrack and the script, running lines and remembering blocking. He didn’t expect to miss being called Troy so much. 

“I didn’t ever expect to love theatre, or love you, as much as I do,” he muses. You glance down, face flushed from his words. He gives you butterflies so effortlessly, it’s really amazing. 

“I love you too,” you smile, taking another sip of your drink. He giggles - actually giggles - at your words. 

“So,” you continue, “you liked it? Doing the show, I mean. I know there were some ups and downs but-” 

“I loved it.”

He smiles, and you both laugh, light and bubbling over your shared adoration of each other and the experiences you just shared. 

"I really, really loved it." He breathes, distracted for a moment as he remembers it all. "I just… I didn't expect to be so sad after?" 

You spin a little in your seat, taking another sip as you listen. 

"Like, I spent so much time learning how to become Troy, learning all the lines and blocking and choreo and now I'm never going to get to do that again."

"Yeah," you agree, looking down. "I mean, that's the beauty of theatre; it's always fleeting, but there's always going to be another show."

You can see him soaking in your words, really letting them in. It doesn't mitigate his sadness, but you don't expect it to. You get up from where you’re spinning side to side on your desk chair and sit next to him on your bed, placing your coffee on the night table. You wrap your arm around him, resting your head on his shoulder. You don’t say anything, and you don’t need to. Your presence is more comforting than words could be. Maybe it’s the sweet smell of your peachy perfume, maybe it’s the way you’re so consistent in his life, but he’s reminded in a rush of the first night you spent together. Memories replay like flashbacks in his mind, and after a moment, he turns his head toward you. 

His face is so close to yours, and it’s obvious what he’s thinking from the bedroom eyes he’s giving you, flicking between yours and your lips. It happens so suddenly, your heart barely has time to pound before he’s pressing his lips to yours in a deep kiss. Ricky needs a distraction from the ache in his chest. He needs something else to do, something else to think about, something else that makes him happy. He can’t think of something better to focus on than you. He deepens the kiss as you hold on to him tight, loving the way you always melt under his touch. You sigh against him, giggling as he works your lips open, slipping his tongue into your mouth. 

He climbs on top of you as his hands move down. He takes his time, feeling you up, obsessing over every part of you until he gets to your thighs. He gropes your pretty thighs that he wants so badly to put his face between, not missing the way you were squirming a moment ago, already needy for some friction. He slots himself between your legs as he presses kisses into your neck, adoring the pretty sighs and noises you let out. He squeezes your thighs in his hands, before pulling you flat on your back with him hovering on top of you. The sudden change in position makes your heart race, and you can feel your cunt getting hot and puffy with arousal. The expression on your face makes it so worth it, he thinks, watching it grow even more flustered as he moves down. He pulls off your shirt and presses kisses between your tits. He plays with them, squeezing and running his thumbs over your hardened nipples in little circles. No matter how many times he sees them, it always feels like the first time, when all he could say was Wow. Oh my god. Wow. You let out a choked noise at the feeling, one he reciprocates, moaning into the soft flesh he has in his mouth.

“Fuck, Ricky…” you breathe, watching him closely as he moves down, trailing kisses along your stomach, squeezing your waist and hips, finally tugging off your bottoms. He trails his fingers over your panties for a moment, taking in how pretty they look on you, how much he loves to see that little wet spot growing bigger and bigger. He throbs as he takes them off, and you watch with wide eyes as he opens your legs a bit more. 

“There we go,” he says softly, and your pussy pulses in anticipation of his touch. He spreads you open, taking a moment to take in how pretty your pussy is, how nice you look all spread open for him like this. It’s a shorter moment than he would have liked, he just can’t resist you, he can’t wait to press soft kisses to your heat, to flick his tongue over your clit, to make you feel good. He won’t wait any longer, doing just that, listening to every noise that escapes your pretty lips like a breathtaking song. He traces a finger around your dripping hole, fluttering and desperate for contact. 

As he works his first finger in, he can't help but feel like he's home. You're so tight around just one finger, he wonders how you're always able to take all of him. The thought makes his stomach flutter with anticipation. He pumps his finger in and out gently, feeling you get wetter around him as you get used to the sensation. He continues licking and sucking on your clit, pulsing in his mouth, as he does. You taste amazing, and he wants more and more. 

"Fuck, Ricky…" you sigh, and it's like music to his ears. He pushes his second finger in, and moans against your clit as he feels your tight walls stretch and relax to accommodate him. You let out a sharp gasp, throbbing erratically against his tongue. He scissors his fingers, breath hitching as you stretch around him. 

“Oh my god,” you choke out in a breathy sigh, “Ricky…” 

He loses all his progress as you clamp around him, bucking into his mouth as you cum around his fingers. He pauses for a moment, dizzy from the sensation, that he did that to you, made you feel that good. You tug on his hair, and before you can even ask, he knows. You want more of him, want him inside you. He climbs up on top of you. You tear his clothes off, throwing them on the floor, not wanting to waste a moment. His cock throbs, almost painfully hard, and he can’t wait any longer. He needs to be inside you more than anything. He lets out a jagged sigh, pumping his cock in anticipation. He’s so ready, more ready than he’s ever been to be welcomed back into your wet, hot, tight embrace. 

He finally begins to nudge his cock inside you. He chokes at how easily it goes in, how you seem to pull him deeper and deeper inside you. You’re ready for him, even more so than usual from how hard he made you cum a few minutes before. He can feel you suck him up inside you, gripping and squeezing him just right. Each time you let him inside, each time you let him stretch out your perfect, dripping cunt, it always feels unimaginably better than the last. Every single time, he thinks that this, you, have to be the best he’ll ever have. And every single time, he’s right. You feel so good, so indescribably good, a part of him wants to cum right on the spot. 

“Fuck, I love you…” He chokes out, voice breathy. And he means it. God, does he mean it. He says it right as he pushes his cock inside you, filling you up in the most delicious way, knocking the breath out of your lungs in tandem. You try to say it back, you want to say it back, but his tongue is already shoved down your throat as he covers your mouth with deeper and deeper kisses. He’s insatiable, not ever getting as much of you as he needs to satisfy what he’s craving. 

He starts moving, unable to wait, unable to stop himself from pistoning his cock as deep inside you as he can get it. He drags his cock against your gummy walls, the friction already making you both dizzy. He keeps going, rutting his hips into yours, moaning into your mouth. He cages you in with his arms, resting his hands on your cheeks as he gazes into your eyes. He’s so in love with you, so fucking in love with you. You’re… his world. You’re his everything. Everything he does revolves around you; he’s not the main character in his story, you are. 

He would move mountains for you, overcome anything, travel any distance just for you, to be in your arms. He loves you so much it almost hurts, and he knows he’s never felt more relief than he did on opening night, when he finally, finally told you everything he feels for you. He was so sick of biting it back, of worrying about timing, if you would say it back, if he could even say it at all. He can’t remember ever being happier than he was when he finally said fuck it, and spilled his guts to you. Right here, right now, he can feel the little bulge he’s making in your tummy. He can feel where your bodies are touching and squishing together, and he can feel you wrap your legs around him to pull him even closer. He didn’t think he could be any more crazy over you than he already is, but all of this, all of you is driving him to even higher heights than he could imagine. 

It’s overwhelming, and he moans, long and low into your mouth. There’s no other way to express what you make him feel than through his beautiful moans, like music to your ears, or telling you that he loves you every chance he gets, with his last breath he’ll be telling you again and again. He presses kisses to your cheek, moving down to your neck, taking in your sweet scent. God, he doesn’t think he’s ever wanted anyone this badly. He doesn’t think he’s wanted anyone or anything as much as he wants you. He’s so attracted to you, drawn to you in an almost primal way that leaves him rutting his hips into yours, grinding into your clit to get as close as possible, moaning shamelessly into your neck. It sends jolts of electricity through you, lighting you up like a powergrid. 

His breath hits your skin in steady, warm puffs. He lets out another moan as you scratch your nails down his back. Your hand tangles in his hair and tugs it just right, making him throb inside you. He knows in this moment that no one can ever make him feel this good, no one else can do what you do to him. He can feel himself getting closer and closer as he sucks bruises into your neck, leaving constellations of love bites across your perfect skin. Even though he’s holding you as tight as he can, drawing noises out of you that no one else has had the privilege of hearing, and it makes his head spin, he needs more. 

He finally pulls away from your neck, resting his forehead against yours. You lean up to kiss him, and even though he’s aching for you, he doesn't kiss you. Not quite yet. Instead, he looks into your eyes so deeply, so intensely, with such a burning hunger that you feel like you’re being fused together. He’s still panting, this time your warm breaths fan over each other’s faces as he really soaks in everything about you, how pretty you look in his arms like this - and fuck, you’re pretty. 

“I’m close, peach,” he pants, sending even more heat to your core, making you squeeze around him as he presses a burning kiss to your lips; one you accept eagerly.  

“‘M so close,” he says again between kisses, “Can- fuck- can you say it for me? Can you tell me? Please, peach, I need to hear it, need to hear you say it…” he rambles, drunk on you and p=-

You’re trying your best, but it would be a lot easier if everything he was saying and doing didn’t render you breathless and unable to do anything but moan and writhe beneath him. 

“I love you, Ricky,” you choke out, desperate and sincere. You finally connect your lips, only for him to moan into your mouth. It’s loud and shameless and has you teetering on the precipice. “Love you so much, so fucking much,” you continue to babble as he buries his face in your neck, moaning so much he almost can’t register what you’re saying. He’s glad you’re saying it anyway. 

He can barely register how close he is before he cums. It’s hard and sudden, and he’s barely able to hear your sweet words over the blood pounding in his ears. You let out a noise he thought only existed in porn, following closely behind him. Your legs shake around him as you grab him as tight as you can, desperate for something to hold onto. You squeeze him in a vice grip as you let out the most beautiful whines and moans, and it’s enough to make him dizzy. Just your noises alone are almost enough to make him hard again - which he probably would be, if you hadn’t just milked his cock completely dry. You stay like that for a moment, letting yourself be filled up with him, letting himself be squeezed tight by your throbbing walls. He can feel your heartbeat in your soft cunt, and he lets out a shuddering sigh at the feeling. He mutters sweet nothings into your ear, rambling about every good thing he feels for you. He doesn’t think he could shut up if he tried - he usually can’t when it comes to you. He presses more and more kisses to your skin as you mutter sweet nothings back, rubbing your hand over the red marks you’d left on his back, playing with his hair. You take your time coming down from this, letting yourselves be right here and now, in each other’s arms. 

Eventually, he pulls out more reluctantly than he’s done anything. You manage to clean up enough to fall back into bed, into each other’s arms. In those few moments, you glance around at the several unfinished cleaning tasks you’d started earlier. You shrug them off, telling yourself you’ll finish them later. As you’re welcomed into Ricky’s warm embrace, you think this is way more fun than cleaning anyway. 

You settle into each other, getting comfortable as he holds you tight against his chest. You can feel the steady rise and fall of each other’s breathing, your heartbeats gradually slowing back down, the warmth pooling between you. In the quiet air surrounding you, you can feel the calm turn into a sort of melancholy. You trace your fingers over his skin as he takes solace in you. Everything about you is so comforting, he can’t deny that you’re what’s kept him as centered as he’s been able to be. 

“Where do we go from here?” he asks.

His voice is quiet, breaking ripples into the glassy silence surrounding you, but you can hear the emotion wavering through it. You’re quiet for a moment, considering. You’re not quite sure if he means him and you, him and his dad, or the next audition. It doesn’t matter, you realize, because you’ll have his back through all of it. And he’ll have yours. 

“I dunno,” you start gently, and he holds onto your words, cherishing them like heirlooms, “but I do know one thing. Miss Jenn is announcing the next show in a few days, on New Year’s Eve. So, we should probably start thinking about audition music.” 

Just the briefest mention of auditions has him smiling at the memories from a few months ago, bursting in late with his guitar. At the time, he had only ever expected to remember that audition as the day he won Nini back. He never could have predicted what a different, more significant weight that would hold for him now. The mention of New Year’s Eve brings something else to mind as well. 

“Ashlyn’s having a New Year’s party, right?” 

“Yes!” you exclaim softly, “I totally forgot about that…” 

Ricky traces his thumb over your cheek as you discuss carpools and if you should bring drinks or cupcakes. He never knew he could feel this way, this warm, just from listening to someone talk. He doesn’t know what happens next. He doesn’t know what’s going to change, but he thinks he can handle it if he has you. He’s so wrapped up in you, so invested in the quiet little conversation you’re now having about sheet music and party outfits that he doesn’t notice his phone buzzing in the pocket of his jeans, strewn across your floor. After a moment it lights up with a new notification. 

1 missed call from Dr. Robert (therapist)

1 new voicemail from Dr. Robert (therapist) 

#rocks at your window #ricky bowen x reader #hsmtmts ricky #ricky bowen #hsmtmts #hsmtmts x reader #is now a good time to remind yall that I love you guys?? #cause I do lol #<333 #also is anyone interested in a full rocks at your window playlist?? #I'm probs gonna make a masterpost with all the parts and add links to the chapters once they're all up #or like... any shoplook outfits I made for writing inspo #i am a polyvore bitch at heart #anyway let me know any bonus content you guys wanna see lol

[somanywords]

Tag game 🥂

Thanks for the tag @tessabennet <3

Rules: list your favorite character from any series (just one, or more if you feel like it), a color you aren't fond of, and 3 songs you've listened to in the past week. Tag whoever you wish to.

Favorite character oh god. I'll say Steve Rogers, Kaz Brekker, Davey Jacobs, Percy Jackson and stop there before we're here all week.

A color I'm not fond of: Turquoise/bright blue -- indeed pretty popular colors, but what can I say. They stress me out.

3 songs I've listened to in the past week...Lose Control by Teddy Swims, I Saw Her Standing There by the Beatles, and Hold On from the Secret Garden OBC recording! 🎶

Tags for everyone who sees this and also @turtle-steverogers @smfstump @astralesha @spookyklaine @mouthpieces-hat @t4tstevebucky @unoffical-marvel @booksandabeer @zenaidamacrouras1 @greyhavensking and @into-a-ship-or-2 💛

#tag games

[whistlingstarlight]

It is so definitely the mike faist bias, cause in the show morris is the more violent one without a doubt. He’s the one that pushed crutchie during the gate scene - starting some random fight for no reason -

and right at the start of seize the day (in obc bootlegs) oscar (brendon) is constantly pushing morris (mike) away from fighting, in bootlegs you can literally see oscar say to him calm down lol

it’s also just so obvious morris is the meaner one, at the end of the show, (corey’s) jack is joking around with oscar, hitting his hat down and oscar just does one tired laugh at him (one of the bootlegs, idk which one but brendon pats luca’s les’ head at the end of the show as les pretends to fight oscar)

but when jack throws his bag up and hits morris with it, you can see that morris was still mad and he throws it down intensely.

(Also in the paper mill bootleg, when jack is writing strike on the board, you can see morris push oscar, like hard, to lock the gate)

I think delancey redemption is fine, especially if you acknowledge their behaviour or if it’s blatantly ooc (you’ve got to say it tho).

But this trend of EVERYONE treating morris like the mild one in the relationship is canonically just not true so the only explanation is Mike Faist. (It’s fine it’s just a little… idk it feels like favouritism but everyone has favourites on any fandom because of the actors so idk why is makes me uncomfortable)

Sorry if this was long lol.

I like to study stuff no one else cares about so when someone cares, even a little, I ramble.

Please don't apologise for it being long, this is what I was hoping to hear!

I've skimmed through the boots I've got and you're right, Morris is consistently more antagonistic towards the newsies. The only times I can find where Oscar gets genuinely angry are when Race mentions his father and when Jack makes fun of his counting abilities (and his reaction to both varies actor-to-actor)

Aside from that, they're either equally antagonistic, or Morris tends to take the lead. Hell, if I remember right Anthony Norman even said his Oscar was actively trying to control his emotions.

I will add to this once I've seen the show again, but if I remember right Morris is the aggressor in most situations in the London show too. He still harasses Crutchie at the gate and if memory serves me correctly, when the newsies ambush the Delanceys during Seize The Day Morris throws his cigarette at Jack to goad him into attacking.

And let's not even get into how he talks about his "skull-busting arm" in Livesies kskdks-

Some of the Oscars taunt the newsies and goad them into attacking too. (I can't remember his name, but Oscar's actor in the tour is definitely the most aggro). But that's the thing, they're both capable of violent actions and goading the newsies into violence. Not one more than the other though.

Neither of the brothers are nice people. I think some of their behaviour is exaggerated by the fandom, but even when you stick to the cold hard facts, they aren't nice. If you're going to redeem them that's fine (I'm fully onboard with it myself), but you need to treat them equally.

However, if you're coming from the perspective of watching the movie I completely understand where this perspective comes from. Oscar is definitely the aggressor in the film, but in the stage show it's Morris (they kinda switched roles in a way?)

Anyways, I think you're right about the Mike Faist bias, even if it's on a subconscious level. Mike did say Morris has the potential to be good (and he's right! Everyone has the potential to change if they choose to), but so does Oscar. I don't like the implication that because Oscar is seen as more violent and angry there's no way he can ever be better.

This response was long too😅 But I think it's an interesting topic!

(Also, I've not seen the Paper Mill boot. Don't suppose you could direct me to it?👀)

#I'd love to hear any more input people have!

[onesingulartheaterkid]

In Defense of Gertrude McFuzz

First off, we need to get this out of the way: Gertrude McFuzz (from Seussical) is an extremely underrated character in musical theater. There, that's said and done.

As far as the analysis goes, it will follow the same format as my In Defense of Audrey post where I will be going through each song Gertrude is in and go from there. For reference, I will also be basing what songs I use off of the OBC recording from 2001.

There will be spoilers for the musical, so if you haven’t listened to it and would like to, you may want to skip it. But of you have listened to it (or don’t care about spoilers), then here we go.

Oh, The Thinks You Can Think

Gertrude's one little line in the song ("Think of a bird with a one-feather tail!") sets up her insecurity and her whole character arc (more on that further down). But it’s established right away that Gertrude has some sort of issue with her tail.

Biggest Blame Fool

Some context for this song: Horton the Elephant has just found the Whos on a little dust speck and has been talking to them. Everyone else in the Jungle of Nool, who can't hear the Whos, has started to make fun of Horton.

The Cat in the Hat (the narrator) has taken up interviewing residents and goes to Gertrude McFuzz. Gertrude introduces herself as Horton's neighbor, and that for as long as she's lived next to him, "he's never done anything crazy before". In fact, Horton has been friendly, loyal, and kind in every interaction Gertrude has had with him. Gertrude is the only one who believes Horton, and she remains loyal to him from this point and throughout the whole show.

She shows her loyalty to Horton by singing "A person's a person no matter how..." in unison with him. Immediately, the other residents of Nool ridicule the both of them.

Even though Gertrude is a bird and definitely can not hear the Whos, she believes Horton. Gertrude has every right to believe Horton has gone crazy like all the other residents say, but Gertrude remains loyal to Horton because from she knows about Horton, there isn't any reason to believe he has gone crazy. Gertrude continues to believe Horton throughout the show, even though it makes her a minority in that belief.

The One Feather Tail of Miss Gertrude McFuzz

Gertrude takes some time to lament about her one feather tail, which allows us to see more into Gertrude's insecurities and thoughts. Having one feather causes Gertrude a lot of issues and insecurity, and she's attempted to "fix" her tail a few times. She's tried to make her tail look fancy, poof it to make it look bigger, but nothing has worked.

The reason Gertrude gives for why she is so insecure about her tail is that to her, having one tail will never get Horton to like her.

A tail that simply wasn't meant To catch the eye of an elephant

Here, it's established that Gertrude has some sort of feelings (platonic or romantic) for Horton and that her tail causes a lot of self-esteem issues.

Just a side note: I don't think it's a stretch to say that Gertrude's tail insecurity is an analogy for body insecurities.

Amayzing Mayzie

Immediately after Gertrude's little ballad, Mayzie LaBird interrupts her. Mayzie is confident, charismatic, and has a tail full of feathers. Mayzie is a direct foil to Gertrude who is insecure, awkward, and has one feather on her tail.

Mayzie sees that Gertrude is insecure about her tail, and understands. Mayzie admits that she used to only have "one pathetic feather" and that she hated it because she didn't feel confident. Throughout Mayzie's short tale, she says how "plain" and not "show-offish" she was with one feather. By doing this, Mayzie is inadvertently insulting Gertrude and saying she is plain and has nothing going for her with one feather. Mayzie actually goes on to say "and there's certainly nothing showoff-ish on you" to Gertrude.

Mayzie goes on to say that she went to a doctor to help her grow more feathers. It ended up helping Mayzie to be more confident-- something Gertrude wants and aspires to be.

Gertrude starts to compliment and be envious of how fabulous Mayzie's tail is and how much she'd like to have one like it. Mayzie encourages Gertrude to go to the doctor so Gertrude can be (almost as) amazing as Mayzie.

Amayzing Gertrude

Gertrude, feeling that it is her only shot to get Horton to like her, goes to Dr Dake to get pills to make her tail grow. Dr Dake explains that for Gertrude's type of bird, having one feather is completely normal. Gertrude doesn't want to hear it and demands the doctor to help her grow more feathers. Dr Dake gives in and gives Gertrude the pills.

As Gertrude takes the pills, she starts to feel itchy and strange, until she notices more feathers growing on her. Seeing the feathers gives Gertrude immense joy and happiness and she calls herself Amazing Gertrude and exclaims:

And hopefully I'll impress Horton!

At this point in Gertrude's storyline, it is following very closely to the Ugly Duckling Transformation in many movies and shows. Gertrude is insecure and doesn't have the traditional bird-look like Mayzie. While there's nothing wrong with finding a way to be more confident in yourself in order to help you talk to someone you like/want to befriend, it is a problem when movies and media depict it as a girl changing her appearance and personality in order to appease a guy she likes. It's not as if she's changed over time through development, but a quick montage of her physically changing to appear "more attractive". And in most of those montages, the girl has a style that has nothing to do with who she is (like near the end of The Breakfast Club), almost like she had no say in it.

At least in this instance, Gertrude did have some say and choice in her transformation. But mostly, Gertrude had pressure from Mayzie to "Get those pills" (as Mayzie says it) for Gertrude to be more confident. And getting feathers isn't like Mayzie is giving Gertrude a whole new look that's completely different to who Gertrude is. Mayzie is just telling Gertrude to do the same thing that helped Mayzie when she was in Gertrude's position.

Later in the show, Seussical flips the Ugly Duckling Transformation trope on its head, but for now, it's just following the same plot.

Notice Me, Horton

This is Gertrude's moment to shine. The time she gets to swoon Horton with her declaration of love and full tail that she just acquired. She's full of confidence and ready to tell Horton how she truly feels. Gertrude hopes that Horton will look past being the "odd little next-door neighbor".

She says she doesn't have much as appearances goes (she has small eyes, big feet, and a pitiful tweet), but at least she has a full tail.

I'd also like to include the cut verse from Seussical that I think adds to Gertrude. The cut verse has:

No one’s ever looked twice at Ms. Gertrude McFuzz. But this tail makes me almost twice as I was. And I did it for you, so you’d notice me more.

It's a shame the verse was cut because it really brings out Gertrude's character. As the verse says, she's been largely ignored and gone unnoticed, but now Gertrude believes she can get noticed by Horton and she admits she got a bigger tail just so Horton would notice her.

Gertrude continues to beg Horton to notice her, but Horton is busy trying to find the Who Clover (the clover Horton put the Whos on) that Vlad Vladikoff threw into a larger field of clovers. She begs him to stop looking at the clovers and notice her, but Horton doesn't hear her. They both end up singing:

I was just a no one only yesterday You showed up and showed me something more Now I've become a someone Who has someone to believe in And to be there for

Horton is singing to the Whos. Gertrude is singing it to Horton. They're both singing about how someone (or multiple people) have changed their lives. Horton has changed Gertrude's life and she wants to tell him that. Although Horton hasn't noticed her yet, Gertrude isn't ready to give up. She tells Horton that the reason she started to like Horton was because she admired his kindness and compassion.

She tries once again to get Horton to notice her, repeating "notice me, Horton" three times. Each time, she gets more and more desperate, until she gives up and leaves.

This is where the show flips the Ugly Duckling Transformation trope on its head. Traditionally, this is the part of the story where after the girl has undergone The Transformation, the boy notices her and likes her back. But in Seussical, it doesn't happen. Even though Gertrude has undergone The Transformation, Horton doesn't notice her.

Horton Sits on the Egg / Act I Finale

At this point in the show, Horton has agreed to take care of Mayzie's egg for a bit, but he is in danger from hunters. He calls for help, and the only one around to help him is Gertrude.

Gertrude tries to help Horton as he is being kidnapped by the hunters, but when she tries to fly, she is unable to because of how long her tail is. This causes more problems for Gertrude because while she wants to have a full tail to impress Horton, she wants to be able to help Horton more.

All For You

Gertrude is mostly absent for the majority of Act II, but shows up right at the tail end. She arrives--with a one feather tail-- and has found Horton at the circus and plans to get him out. It's clear that Gertrude has found confidence in herself over the course of her journey as she says:

I bet you (the audience) forgot about Ms. Gertrude McFuzz. That's nothing new, I mean everyone does. Yet Gertrude did something that few birds could do. So here's the Tale of Miss Gertrude: Part 2!

She pokes a bit of fun at herself, but she lets everyone know that she has something new up her sleeves (or feathers, whatever you prefer).

Gertrude tells Horton how she got here. She talks about her giant tail that she grew to have him notice her, but admits that while it was attractive, it was silly to grow it so large because she couldn't fly--the thing birds are supposed to do. She especially notices that it was foolish to grow such a large tail when Horton was taken by the hunters and was unable to help right away.

And I got so very frightened 'cause I knew I had to save you No one else was gonna go to all the labor It was all up to me All you had was your next door neighbor

Gertrude isn't trying to pat herself on the back or trying to get Horton to like her for her efforts. She's stating a fact. Gertrude is the only one who willingly would go out of her way to find Horton and help him, unlike everyone else who just let him go and didn't care. She decides to help Horton because she cares about him and wants him to come back home.

But first, she had to go back to Dr Dake and get rid of her tail so she could fly. After that, she traversed through the jungle. But that wasn’t any easy task for one bird. She got met with bees, thick fog, almost fell down a giant slope, went through freezing temperatures, caught the flu, tripped and fell down a hill, fell into water, sprained her toe, and injured a leg. She went through all of those obstacles for what? For Horton. She would have gone through anything and everything for him because she cares for Horton.

On top of that, Gertrude also spent seven weeks searching for the Whos Clover and carried it with her. She knew the Whos were important to Horton and made sure to find them.

She did all of it because Horton has "always been friendly and loyal and kind". He stayed loyal to the Whos, even though everyone thought he was crazy. He stayed loyal to Mayzie's egg, even though it got him kidnapped. Horton has always been selfless, and it was time someone did something for him. And that's exactly what Gertrude did.

Like Notice Me Horton, All For You is Gertrude's confession of her feelings for Horton. Notice Me Horton is the simple love song and interaction as other similar storylines have, but in this story, it doesn't work for Gertrude because it was her telling Horton she cares about him, rather than showing it. All For You is Gertrude displaying and showing how much she cares for Horton (with a declaration of how much she cares for him at the end).

Gertrude expresses genuine feelings in both songs, but All For You aligns better with both Horton and Gertrude's personalities. All For You works because Horton isn't busy trying to find a clover and, more importantly, because Horton values showing compassion for others. Gertrude displays her compassion for Horton by taking care of the Whos, because that's what he wanted to do all along. And because Gertrude cares so much about Horton, she went to find him when no one else would. When she finishes the song, that's when Horton notices Gertrude, and it works because Gertrude did all those things because she wanted to, not expecting Horton to have a certain reaction it.

The People Versus Horton the Elephant

After Gertrude and Horton are reunited, Horton is put in court for loitering on an egg, talking to a speck, and disturbing the peace.

All the residents of Nool testify against Horton, except Gertrude. Gertrude remains loyal to Horton and acts as his lawyer to defend him. Gertrude and Horton, together, support and defend the Whos as the clover of Whos is about to be boiled.

Finale / Oh, The Thinks You Can Think!

When every citizen of Nool hears the Whos, Horton and Gertrude declare that there are persons on the speck. This changes the resident's minds and they promise to protect the Whos as well.

Then, Mayzie's egg begins to hatch and out pops an elephant-bird (weird implications, but okay). Horton becomes worried that he won't be able to take care of the baby properly. Since Horton cannot fly, he won't be able to nurture the baby and fulfill all its needs (especially in the flying aspect). Gertrude reassures Horton that she will help him raise the baby by telling him:

I have wings, Yes, I can fly! You teach him earth, And I will teach him sky!

Since Gertrude has wings, she can help the baby to fly, and Horton can help it walk. Together, they will be able to nurture all of the baby's needs properly.

#seussical #gertrude mcfuzz #seussical the musical #an unnecessary overanalysis #overanalyzing characters with bugs

[noxexistant]

When you were writing your morris and oscar fics , which oscar and morris were you imagining them as? Like the actors

When im reading them , I imagine Brendon Stimson and Mike Faist

hi! thank you for the ask! :D

i honestly and sincerely love every single actor’s portrayal of the delanceys and definitely take little bits from all of them characterisation-wise, but when i’m writing them, i tend to imagine some amalgamation of obc (brendon stimson as oscar and mike faist as morris) and uk (alex james-hatton as oscar and george crawford as morris)

generally: oscar is the shorter of the two and stronger/broader. he’s got lighter, shorter hair in tighter curls and lighter eyes - i tend to imagine them blue-grey. morris is taller and thinner, with longer, dark hair in looser curls, and darker eyes - grey or brown.

i also totally imagine them in their uksies outfits, particularly the wool jackets - but i like them having their broadway hats rather than newsie-style caps like they do in uksies. i feel like the hats are an interesting way to show the divide between them and the newsies (and i like the idea that wiesel bought them clothes, particularly their hats, as an especially expensive “gift” when he first took them in, and then never did again - but continues holding that debt over their heads anyway)

#answered #anonymous #newsies #oscar delancey #morris delancey

[dudefrommywesterns]

i think today's topic of discussion should be obc anthony's fisherman's hat

#also the sideburns were a choice #his understudy doesn't have them #i still think the costuming of this musical sucks #♡ it's embarrassing for a sailor to lose his bearings — ⌜ anthony hope ⌟ #typewriter dings

[heckyeahobjectbattlecity]

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[dietpapaya]

Twelve Feet Under - Object Battle City 5

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[theabstractwoman]

Be on the look out for a post tomorrow

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[onlinebookclub-org]

Book of the Day, December 31st -- Children's Books, Rated 5/5 stars

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