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When everything settles down after Vecnapocalypse, Steve gets a call from the athletic director at Hawkins High School, and a day later, he accepts a part-time position as the assistant coach of the Hawkins High varsity basketball team.

Lucas is obviously stoked, and the other kids concede (after a few minutes of bemoaning Steve's return to the Dark Side) that it's a perfect job for him. Robin screeches with delight, and Nancy tells him she's proud of him, and Jonathan thumps him on the back with a quiet, "Congrats, man," and Eddie?

Well, Eddie just rolls his eyes and makes a joke about the Return of the King that goes right over Steve's head (but has the kids and, wouldn't ya know it, Nancy, grinning) and doesn't say much else.

It's probably stupid, but Eddie has actually (horrifyingly) grown to like hanging out with Steve. Sure, he knows next to nothing about D&D or Lord of the Rings or metal music, but that doesn't seem to matter all that much. He still listens to Eddie rant about all of those aforementioned interests and does his best to understand, even if he doesn't particularly care about the content of Eddie's latest campaign. He lets Eddie play Dio and Metallica and Black Sabbath for him, and even though Eddie can tell he's not really into most of their music, at the end of his "Musication" he gives Eddie a list of the songs he actually liked, so they have some stuff to listen to when they hang out that won't make one of them want to puncture their own eardrums.

He even looks genuinely apologetic (and, dare Eddie say, disappointed?) when he tells Eddie that it's not that he doesn't want to read Lord of the Rings. It's just that he can't, because reading is really fucking hard when the letters won't stop jumping all over the damn place.

The point is: Eddie likes Steve. He likes Steve's sarcastic quips and his attentiveness, and his hilarious but well-meaning and frighteningly successful mothering of the teenagers they apparently co-parent. Eddie likes Steve, and he likes being his friend, and he's afraid that this stupid Assistant Coach job will end up dragging Steve headfirst back into his King Steve days, and Steve will forget all about being friends with Eddie "The Freak" Munson.

It's so, so stupid, because while Eddie likes Steve, he also knows Steve, and he knows that Steve isn't the guy who used to hang around the Tommy Hagans of the world anymore. But the fear is there, and it's still there by the time the school year starts and Steve starts getting busy "prepping" for his new job, which... what? The basketball season doesn't start until January, so what the hell kind of prep would Steve be starting in August?

Eddie wonders, but he doesn't ask. He just anxiously waits to see if Steve will eventually decide to ditch him, and he continues to be quietly delighted when Steve always, always makes time for the two of them to hang out.

The thought of Steve going back into jock-mode still makes him kinda sick, but he'll never tell Steve that. Steve is way too excited for the start of the basketball season, and Eddie is gonna support him the same way Steve supports Eddie at his Corroded Coffin concerts: with begrudging interest and genuine pride, so help him God.

It goes on like this until one day, Eddie's begrudging interest suddenly becomes a little more genuine, when he accidentally stumbles upon what Steve meant for the last three months whenever he said he was "prepping for the season."

He's got plans to hang out with Steve that afternoon, pulling up in his van fifteen minutes late because time management has never been one of his strong suits. Only, when he gets to Casa Harrington, he notices something strange. The garage is open.

The thing is, Steve always parks the Beemer in the driveway. He never uses the garage. Actually, Eddie didn't even realize Steve had a garage at all, until now, but he hears some clanging coming from inside and goes to investigate. He walks past the Beemer (parked in the driveway where it always is) and peers inside, expecting to maybe find Steve... repairing something? Reorganizing? Honestly, he has no clue what he thinks he'll find in there.

What he definitely doesn't expect to find is Steve Harrington in the middle of what appears to be a pretty fucking intense workout – hair and tank top damp with sweat, wearing frankly indecently short shorts, and breathing steadily as he does fucking pull-ups on the bar in his garage, which has apparently been converted into a whole goddamn home gym.

Eddie stops in his tracks and stares, affording himself a moment or two to have a teeny, tiny (enormous) crisis over it.

Steve hasn't noticed him yet, and Eddie can't tear his stupid eyes away from the way Steve's arms tremble from the exertion as he pulls himself up, face pinched into a concentrated frown. Eddie can see him gritting his teeth, can see the muscles in his arms and shoulders straining a little bit. Even worse, every time Steve lowers himself down, his stupid tank top rides up just enough to expose the (not at all soft, apparently) plains of his stomach, glistening with sweat, and God, Eddie wants to lick Steve fucking Harrington's abs like a-

Oh, no.

Oh, fuck no.

Oh, Jesus H. Christ, fucking shit, NO.

Listen... It's not like Eddie hasn't already known for years that he's gay. He's been fully aware of that since middle school. It's the reason his dad kicked him out and sent him to live with Wayne, for fuck's sake. It's just that Eddie has put a lot of effort into pretending his thoughts about Steve Harrington were totally, completely, 100% platonic up until this point, and now he can feel all of that hard work going down the metaphorical drain.

He stands there, stock still with his jaw hinged open, and stares while his brain melts out of his ears and his thoughts begin to race. God, those fucking arms. Eddie's not weak, but he's definitely weaker than Steve, which means Steve could definitely pin Eddie down if he wanted to. In a bed. Against the wall. On the hood of a car. Fuck, on the goddamn floor – Eddie's not picky! All he knows is that he wants Steve to leave the workout for later so Eddie can lick the sweat off of him, which... gross. But also hot. But also-

"Eddie?"

Oh, fuck. How does one talk to the sun?

Steve has noticed him standing there, obviously, which sort of makes Eddie wonder how long he's been staring. Time stopped in Eddie's world the moment a sweaty Steve Harrington entered his field of vision, so he truly has no idea how bad his staring got.

Christ, this is going to be so bad.

So, so bad.

"Eds?" Steve says, his face pinching into a frown. "You okay?"

Oh my god, you moron, say something! Eddie's brain screams at him.

"What?" Smooth. "Uh, yeah! Totally fine. Just, y'know, like, lost in thought, or whatever. Plotting my next demonic attempt at world domination. The usual."

Steve looks at him like he's grown a second head, which... is fair. But Eddie's fumbling attempt at speech is at least embarrassing enough to take precedence over the cacophonous sound of whatever Ode to Abs his mind was attempting to compose, and Eddie feels like he can think a little more clearly.

"Ah, fuck," Eddie mutters, pinching the bridge of his nose. He sighs and looks at Steve apologetically. "I'm sorry, dude. I swear I'm fine. It's just been a weird day."

Steve cocks his head to the side like a particularly inquisitive puppy, and oh God, it's adorable. Eddie loathes how adorable it is. "Good weird?" Steve asks. "Or bad weird?"

Eddie ponders his answer for a moment, then replies with, "Weird weird."

That's enough to startle a laugh out of Steve, who shakes his head and wraps a towel around his neck. "Fair enough, man. Sorry about all of this, by the way." He gestures vaguely towards the home gym in his garage and shrugs sheepishly. "I was gonna be done before you got here but I sorta... lost track of time, I guess." He's got an unreadable look on his stupidly beautiful face, and Eddie doesn't like that at all. He doesn't like that one bit.

But he decides not to overthink it and brushes Steve's apology off with a wave of his hand. "It's whatever, dude. Might wanna shower, though." The ‘otherwise I might take it upon my gay little self to lick you clean’ is left blessedly unsaid.

Steve laughs again, and just like that, things start to feel a bit less earth-shattering. They banter for a bit longer, then Steve really does go to take a quick shower, and they spend the rest of the night lying on the floor of Steve's living room, listening to the metal mix tape they made together and bitching about their brood of teenagers.

Weirdly, though, after that day, Steve seems to be working out a lot more frequently. As in almost every single time he and Eddie have plans. Day after day, Eddie is treated to the sight of Steve Harrington looking like a goddamn Greek god, and day after day, Steve catches his eye and smiles before abandoning his equipment and acting like Eddie's world hasn't been completely turned on its head.

It's starting to drive him kind of insane, honestly, and his pining has gotten so bad that even Gareth and Jeff know.

"He's just so pretty!" Eddie whines for what feels like the thousandth time.

His band mates simply exchange a long-suffering look and let him ramble.

It all comes to a head in November, just before Thanksgiving, when Eddie shows up and once again finds Steve finishing a workout. Just like always, Steve shoots him a good-natured grin and greets him before heading inside for a quick shower, and just like always, Eddie waits downstairs.

NOT like always, however, this time Steve comes jogging down the stairs with wet hair, wearing a pair of joggers and... absolutely nothing else.

It's been a long time since Eddie last saw Steve without a shirt on (since the day at Lover's Lake when they found watergate, to be precise), and suddenly Eddie is remembering why he'd immediately pulled out a cigarette to calm down that day. Only this time it's even worse, because Steve has really been putting effort into these workouts, and it shows.

His chest is toned and covered in coarse hair that Eddie kind of wants to tug on, just to see what sort of sounds Steve would make if he did. He's got the makings of an honest-to-God six pack just barely visible on his abdomen, partially obscured by scars Eddie recognizes from looking at his own in the mirror. Steve's are slightly smaller and not as deep, but they clearly came from the same sets of tiny jaws, and Eddie finds them weirdly comforting, these matching scars that they share. Steve's look pale in contrast against his skin, and God, Eddie just wants to kiss them. He wants to worship them and every other inch of the man who bears them.

The man who definitely just said something Eddie didn't hear because he was too busy trying not to pass out from mere proximity to something so beautiful.

"Sorry, what?" Eddie asks, shaking his head violently in an attempt to dispel his traitorous thoughts.

Steve smirks, but Eddie can see the soft fondness in his eyes when he cocks his head to the side and repeats the words Eddie missed the first time. "I asked if you see something you like, Munson," Steve teases, one hand carding wet hair out of his face, and Eddie just blinks at him.

Play it off, play it off, play it off, his brain supplies helpfully. He can totally play this off. Dudes stare at their friends’ chests all the time, right?

"What?" he practically squeaks. "I- well... no, wait, um... ah, fuck."

So much for plausible deniability.

He's just beginning to feel vaguely panicky when Steve seems to catch on, and he's right in front of Eddie in an instant, concerned, hazel eyes gazing down at Eddie's grimacing face.

"Hey," Steve says, reaching out like he wants to touch Eddie but thinks better of it. "It's okay, man. You're okay. I'm just messing with you."

The impact of his words is instant, and Eddie can feel his face heating up. Of course Steve was joking. God, Eddie is such an idiot.

"Right," Eddie says, voice strained. He rubs his face with both hands, shaking his head lightly. "Duh. Obviously you were teasing." His voice sounds strange even to his own ears, and he's got a weird feeling of anticipation in his stomach that tells him that he's already shown too many of his cards.

"I mean, yeah..." Steve says, seeming nervous for the first time since Eddie got here. His hands flit from the back of his neck to his hair to his waist, like he doesn't know what to do with them. "Teasing is, like, flirting 101, so..."

Eddie freezes.

"Oh my God, wait..." he says slowly, finally daring to meet Steve's confused eyes. "Flirting?"

Steve looks utterly perplexed now, and he does that thing where he cocks his head to the side in confusion.

It's still adorable. Fuck, why is it so adorable?

"Um... yes?" He studies Eddie, seems to register the shock on his face, and then matches it with shock of his own. "Wait, you didn't know? I thought you knew!"

"I most certainly did not!" Eddie counters, feeling a bit like he's having an out-of-body experience.

"Oh my God," Steve says. "Oh my God, Eddie, I've been flirting with you for, like, months!"

"Months?!" Eddie's voice has officially reached the stratosphere.

"Yes!" Steve yelps. He looks torn between laughing and crying, though Eddie thinks it'll be mildly hilarious no matter what choice he makes. "Jesus, dude, I winked at you while I was doing pull-ups last week! What did you think that was?"

"A hallucination!" Eddie says immediately. "You're straight, Harrington!"

At that, Steve snorts, then shakes his head.

Eddie's pretty sure his brain is melting by now.

"Yeah, um, no," Steve says firmly. "I'm definitely not straight."

"You... I... What? Since when?"

"Well..." Steve begins, briefly glancing away. "Since forever, technically. Probably. But officially, since that time I made out with Tommy H. after we got wasted at a party sophomore year. And if that wasn't enough proof, I think the amount of time I’ve spent staring at your ass lately definitely is."

Eddie stares at him. "Am I dead?" he asks dumbly. "Is this Heaven? Am I having a fucking stroke?"

Steve's laughter is bright when it rings through his living room, and Eddie is grateful when Steve carefully raises a hand to cup his cheek, because the soft touch is grounding in the best way.

"Definitely not dead, Eds," Steve says. "And shit, I hope you're not having a stroke. How many fingers am I holding up?"

Eddie just blinks at him, because Steve has one hand on Eddie's cheek and the other on Eddie's arm, and he's definitely not holding up any fingers. "Zero, Harrington, what the fuck?" he says weakly.

Steve laughs – no, scratch that, he giggles. He fucking giggles.

If Eddie isn't dead yet, he's about to be.

"Good. See?" Steve says. "Not having a stroke."

"I don't think that's how strokes work, dude," Eddie says weakly.

"No?" Steve asks, though he's still smiling, and he looks wholly unbothered by Eddie's doubting of his medical prowess.

Eddie shakes his head, eyes wide as Steve huffs out a laugh and slips an arm around his waist to pull him closer. They're practically chest to chest now, and Eddie is suddenly reminded of how very shirtless Steve currently is. He's mildly horrified by the way his hands tremble slightly when he rests them flat against the center of Steve's chest, but it's not like anyone can blame him! He's only ever kissed a couple of people before, and now he's somehow found himself in the arms of a half naked Steve Harrington. So, yeah, he's feeling a little jittery. Sue him.

If Steve notices the jitters, though, he doesn't mention it. Instead, he gives Eddie a soft, disarming smile that makes Eddie feel pathetically weak at the knees. "So..." Steve says, cheeks turning a pretty pink color. "Hi."

A slightly manic bark of laughter bursts from Eddie's lungs, but it only seems to make Steve smile wider. "Yeah, hi, Stevie," Eddie breathes.

And then he nearly stops breathing completely when Steve's thumb drags gently across his cheek. It's such a sweet gesture that Eddie thinks he might melt right into the floorboards.

"So..." Steve murmurs again, gaze not leaving Eddie's. "It has recently been brought to my attention that you didn't realize I was flirting with you this whole time."

Eddie doesn't need a mirror to know that his face flushes bright red at Steve's words.

"But I have been," Steve continues. He bites his lip, almost like he's nervous, which is ridiculous because what the fuck is there about Eddie that could be making Steve Harrington nervous right now? "Like, I've been doing it constantly, because you're funny, and sweet, and sort of adorable, but also kinda hot? Y'know, because you have the tattoos and stuff, and you're all dramatic all the time, and it's hot, but then sometimes you do that thing where you hide your face behind your hair, and it's so fucking cute, Eddie, I mean..."

Steve trails off, cheeks growing even pinker after seemingly realizing that he's been rambling, and Eddie feels like he's going insane.

"Anyway," Steve says, clearing his throat. "I like you, Eddie. Like, a lot. And I've sort of been dying to kiss you for, like, months, so-"

Eddie never lets Steve finish his sentence, because the moment the word kiss leaves his mouth, Eddie is leaning forward and pressing their lips together in a soft, fleeting kiss that's over far too fast.

So fast, in fact, that it takes a moment for reality to catch up to Eddie afterwards. He's already pulling away by the time it hits him: he just kissed Steve Harrington.

He, Eddie fucking Munson, just kissed Steve fucking Harrington.

"Holy shit," Eddie mutters, gaze flitting back and forth between Steve's wide eyes. "Holy shit."

There's a brief pause, and then Steve starts to laugh.

It starts as a soft chuckle and slowly transforms into bright, elated laughter that echoes off the walls and bathes the whole room in sunlight, never mind the rainy day outside. It's light and happy and beautiful, and Eddie unfreezes after a moment to add his own laughter to the mix. He drops his head onto Steve's shoulder, a shiver running down his spine when Steve's arms come around him automatically, like they were made to fit together like this.

Eddie wonders if maybe they were.

When their laughter finally dies down, Steve carefully pulls back just enough to meet Eddie's eyes again, and Eddie smiles shyly up at him.

"Sorry," Eddie says without a hint of guilt in his voice. "You said the word kiss and I panicked."

Steve just shakes his head and grins. "See? Like I said - adorable." One of his hands raises to cradle Eddie's cheek again, and Eddie doesn't hesitate before leaning into the touch. "But if it's okay with you," Steve says softly, “I'd really like to give you a proper kiss, now."

And yep, it's official. Steve Harrington is going to be the death of him.

Eddie can't fucking wait.

He nods and lets his gaze flit down to Steve's lips for a fraction of a second before Steve is closing the distance between them, and oh... this is so much better than the quick, vaguely frantic press of lips they exchanged only a few moments ago. Eddie takes back every judgemental comment he's ever made about the girls who were obsessed with Steve Harrington in high school, because he gets it now.

Oh, God, he gets it.

Because Steve kisses him, soft and sure, like Eddie is the only thing that matters in all the world. It's gentle and sweet and perfect – not an ounce of hesitation in the way Steve slots their lips together. And then Steve just... stays there, like he's giving Eddie a moment to catch up, to process what's happening.

He's so goddamn patient – so fucking kind – and Christ, Eddie adores him for it.

Steve pulls back just enough to break the kiss, and Eddie doesn't whine. He doesn't. But it's okay, because Steve doesn't leave him hanging for long, threading his fingers through Eddie's curls and using them as leverage to tug him even closer into a kiss that turns Eddie's legs to jelly. Steve's tongue slides against Eddie's so beautifully, and his hands are so strong, and he smells like lemony soap and minty toothpaste (did Steve brush his teeth after showering? God, he's ridiculous. He’s perfect.) and Eddie can feel the muscles in Steve's chest shift whenever they move, and, and, and...

And yeah, this time when Steve pulls away, breath coming quicker and eyes shining with happiness, Eddie does whine. Or maybe it's a whimper. Maybe it's both. Christ, Eddie doesn't care. He'll keep making that noise forever if Steve keeps looking at him like this.

"Fuck," Eddie breathes. He knows he probably looks embarrassingly awestruck, but he can't find it in himself to care. "How are you so fucking hot, Steve? What the fuck?" His face is on fire, but Steve just laughs – nope, there's that giggle again – and kisses Eddie's forehead.

Eddie's pretty sure he's melting, but honestly? Worth it.

"I don't know if you've noticed," Steve teases, "but I've actually been working out a lot lately..."

Not even Eddie's lovesickness could protect Steve from the playful smack he gets for that.

"Did I notice?" Eddie huffs. "You're the worst, Harrington."

Steve just smiles and kisses him again.

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decayingdollette · 2 months

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I wrote this bc I was feeling impulsive. I’m sorry if this sucks lmaoooo

Adam & Lawrence with a goth girlfriend

Adam:

This guy listened to industrial music in Saw I and even had friends in bands who were doing shows, since he likes industrial music and punk most likely he definitely would be stoked that you’re goth. Not in an objectifying way, he genuinely loves the goth music like the Cure, Joy Division, hell he probably heard some Christian Death and Type O Negative songs. Maybe Strawberry Switchblade.

How does the fact of you being goth pop up? If you met in a record store and you were either super trad goth with your pikes and teased hair he would be over the moon that goths still existed in town. He’d be a bit nervous and awkward but we love that.

You guys consequently exchange numbers, and you thought he was a sweet guy so you ask for his. He never gave you the ick. Matter of fact you found him cute and wholesome almost immediately.

You call him almost week later after being busy with work since you went to the record store on a Sunday. And he tries so hard to not fanboy. “Pretty goth actually called me back omgomgomgomg” he internally screams. You guys agree to meet up at a new record store opposite of town.

He would play random shit in his car or yours with cds, or the radio, and somehow that one Sisters of Mercy song pops up. Can you guess what it is?

He’s gonna mutter “She’s Lost Control” by Joy Division because one day it just starts playing in his head. You could be anywhere. The park, the mall, Lawrence’s house. You just find it adorable.

Honestly no other person has really supported your goth side, much less accepted it. Adam isn’t goth but he at least respects the subculture and doesn’t call you weird fetishy names.

He definitely raves about you to all his friends, including Lawrence, who was never goth but has been alive when goth music was at its beginning. Lawrence knows probably one or two Soft Cell songs and would bring them up if he was with you both.

If you’re a musician or are friends with a goth musician he will definitely create flyers and take concert pics. You as a musician he will take pics for your album covers. He refuses to not do it for free because his reward is that you’re his muse.

If you’re going to goth night he would want you to goth him up. Put white foundation on him and the grey contour!! Put eyeliner on his waterline!! Tease his hair!!

When you start dating, he will definitely bring stuff from antique stores. He goes thrifting a lot, he somehow finds an obscure Rosetta Stone cassette tape. Or a grey rosary for you to wear.

Lawrence

Forgive me if I get this wrong but wasn’t he like in his 20s during the 80s during the prime goth time? He’s heard of goths but lowkey meshes their label with new wave listeners.

He divorced his wife and was estranged from her and their daughter so things have been going downhill

Until you guys somehow bump into each other…at a hardware store

You want to paint your new room. You don’t immediately know why Lawrence is there.

You make eye contact and you smile. He doesn’t smile back immediately but you drop something three aisles down and he picks it up for you because he happened to be looking for the same thing. You panic a little because he has a cane. He turns out fine.

You thank him, ask if he’s okay, and say you like his tie, which has a silver iridescent color. He says he’s fine, and that you have an interesting new wave hair style 😂 you’re goth, not necessarily new wave. You thank him anyway.

You ask a staff member if this store has the brand of steel cleaning solution you’re looking for, and they say no. Lawrence starts telling you he think he saw it at a neighboring convenience store. You thank him and wink. Flirty mf. Then you ask his name.

Mans really says his full name.

Oh Lord, you have a crush on this man.

How are you gonna find him? Fuck, you don’t even know him. But you find out he’s an ONCOLOGIST when you mention to your metal head friend that he said his full name. FULL NAME.

Your friend teases you hella.

Said friend has an anesthesia appointment at where Lawrence works unbeknownst to you both and you’re their ride home. You dropped one of your keys, your house key. Fuck. You have to go back and you realize you lost the key drive 5 minutes into dropping off your friend. As soon as you’re back and you scavenge the parking garage for the facility, thankfully locating your key, Lawrence’s shift is over. He looks tired as he walks with his cane. and you spot him exiting the backdoor. But you call his name and he perks up. You’re not looking as goth today, but he still recognizes you and he smiles and says your name.

He asks what you’re doing here, and you say coyly that you dropped your key and that the ring that hangs all the keys was not sturdy enough. He nods and doesn’t break a smile or laugh, or frown. He just tells you to be careful.

Okay you know what, you ask him out for coffee and his number because YOLO. There’s no Instagram or Snapchat so how else would you guys keep in touch??

He says yes????????? You honestly thought he’d decline because…idk. People either find goth girls weird or hot. Sometimes both…for the most wrong reasons.

You call him and ask his day off, which are always Saturdays and Sundays. He insists on picking you up. You kinda hoped you could girlboss and drive him. Maybe next time ;) you tease your hair that day so he will make the new wave comment.

He does. “New wave today once again (Name).” You chuckle and ask what bands he likes.

He mentions Duran Duran and Soft Cell, but that’s about it. Then you go off on your goth side.

I feel like he is more of a jazz and classical piano music guy. I don’t know why. But you haven’t even listened to those genres much until now, and you make him remember a Siouxsie and the Banshees song, probably Spellbound? Now he buys their whole album. And you are now dabbling in jazz and classical piano. It’d be funny if you were a deathrocker, it would be a cute opposite to his Chopin collection.

I’ll write for other characters, feel free to suggest any

#saw #saw movie #saw movies #saw franchise #saw fandom #adam stanheight x reader #lawrence gordon x reader #adam stanheight #lawrence gordon #saw x reader #saw headcanons

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tiny012 · 6 months

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Calling Manga Usagi Selfish after you claim that you read all five arcs in the manga and trying to start shit is wild...

Child

This girl went to the damn center of the damn Galaxy to get her friends back.

She plunged herself into the center hoping desperately that their Crystals was still in tact.

And have the nerve to call her selfish???

I have spent the whole weekend being at awe over Usagi Tsukino in the manga.

At her strength

Her love

Her kindness

Her compassion

Her drive

Her will

The way she loves so deep for people she loves.

The way she will give up everything to protect the people she loves.

The people she loves is the reason why she is the Senshi of love and Justice.

She is doing this not to save the world but to protect the ones she holds dear.

Galaxia was throwing EVERYTHING at her to beat her down.

To defeat her in order to get her crystal and for her and Chaos to go at it.

Every Psychological trick in the book and she still kept going to get her friends back.

She was pretty much having PTSD and depression thanks to Gal.

But to say she's selfish??

Because yall still trying to prop up a version that if wasn't for a damn moon stick that was going to get fucking cancelled?

Meanwhile the Manga was thriving and making bank?

That the concepts that Naoko brought into the manga went so over some people's head that you can't understand them but think the shit the 90's anime did was a stoke of genius?

Oh they got more character development than the manga!

Because being a bitch to someone for no damn reason is character development.

Hell they couldn't do their damn jobs in the 90's anime for shit when a enemy come meanwhile in the manga they pick up on a new enemy when something simple as a fucking eclipse or a metor happens or a child that falls from the sky they are on it like hot rice.

It's doesn't take 35 to 40 episodes for them to be on the top of their shit when it comes to a new enemy attacking the world. That they can't do a simple reconnaissance mission to get intel for shit.

Hell the villain themselves on the top of their game and know what the fuck they are looking for and how to get it.

Just look at Galaxia in the whole Stars Arc. She knew who Usagi and her fam was and her people in place to get the crystals. It was no looking all around fucking Tokyo for 30 -35 episodes looking for this shit. They had their shit together which why it took Usagi and them by surprise.

It damn doesn't take them telling Usagi 50 million times they she need to focus on defeating the enemy when Manga Usagi is ready for the enemy to fuck around and find out when it comes to her friends. She grows as leader, fighter and has plenty of gotdamn sense.

They know what the fuck they are doing in the manga.

They can go shopping or to the lastest Starlight concert after Chaos lastest incarnation is defeated.

Like fuck

If she really wanted to she really could have ended the series with Usagi going to cauldron and us not know what the fuck happen to no one.

She really could have ended like a Greek / Shakespeare tragedy.

But she didn't.

But to call her work that started all of this trash?

Bitch fucking please.

Go watch your 200 episodes and leave the rest of us who enjoys the lore, characters, storytelling, fast paceness, and art of manga alone.

#Tanya rants about SM

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droughtofapathy · 5 months

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The Gilded Age's Broadway Divas: Agnes van Rhijn (Christine Baranski)

Christine Baranski plays the curmudgeonly head of the van Rhijn household who always has a sharp word for everything. A bastion of Old New York, Agnes detests change and challenges to tradition.

In contrast, Christine Baranski has had a long and illustrious career in the theatre, even before earning mainstream recognition in movie musicals such as Chicago (2002 - a delight), Mamma Mia (2008 - an icon), and Into the Woods (2014 - the highlight in a dismal movie). In the theatre, she has taken on seven of Sondheim's finest works to much better success, including the original pre-Broadway workshop of Sunday in the Park with George (Clarisse, later named Yvonne), regional productions of Sweeney Todd (Mrs. Lovett), and the exquisite Encores! production of Follies (Carlotta) alongside Donna Murphy, our Mrs. Astor at large.

Christine is a two-time Tony winner for Best Featured Actress in a Play for The Real Thing and Rumors. We all know her iconic Tanya Chesham-Leigh of the Mamma Mia cinematic universe, so you'll forgive me if I neglect those performances in this list.

#1: "A Little Priest," Sweeney Todd (1999)

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With Sweeney Todd raking in over $1.7 million weekly, let's start with one of many Sweeney Todd productions that's just so much better than what they've got going on at the Lunt-Fontanne Theatre these days.

The act one closer is considered by many as Sondheim at his lyrical best. A comedic killer of a number, nailing the intricate lyrics would give even the strongest theatre veteran anxiety (I have seen many a delightful disaster and brutal butchery of this number), but Christine does so with aplomb.

This performance alongside Kelsey Grammar as Sweeney is from the 1999 Reprise! L.A. 20th anniversary concert production at the Ahmanson Theatre. Three years later, Christine would go on to reprise her role as Mrs. Lovett at The Kennedy Center opposite Broadway's leading man Brian Stokes Mitchell. Also featured in this production is another Gilded Age actress, but more on that later.

#2: "Everybody Wants to Do a Musical," Nick & Nora (1991)

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Based on the book/film/tv Nick and Nora Charles, this musical is infamous for being one of the most notorious flops in Broadway history. It had a then-record breaking preview period of 71 shows, and closed after just nine performances, proving not even an all-star cast (including Joanna Gleason, Chris Sarandon, Debra Monk, and Faith Prince) and creative team can make a hit.

Here, Christine plays Tracy Gardner, a fading starlet whose comeback is threatened by an untimely murder. There's really not much that can be said about the plot, but if anyone wants me to recite an oral history of everything I know about this flop, DM me.

It's a miracle we even have a cast album to commemorate this...special show. A full bootleg can be found HERE on youtube, if you want to see this masterpiece for yourself. I can't imagine why you'd want to though.

#3: "A Fact Can Be a Beautiful Thing," Promises, Promises (1997)

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Once again proving her comedic chops, here Christine plays a one-scene wonder barfly named Marge MacDougall in the 1997 Encores! production of Promises, Promises opposite Martin Short. The height difference really elevates the comedy. Her character shows up for one scene (and a half) and in every production, has stolen the show. You can see why. The number really has no plot value, but it's perfect in every way.

A note: Encores! for those unfamiliar, is a series of limited run concert-style productions put on by New York City Center. It was originally conceived 30 years ago to highlight hidden gems and forgotten pieces, but has included more mainstream shows in recent years (y'know, to keep the lights on).

Incidentally, Christine is not the only Gilded Age actress to take on this role to great success. The other actress has a...wildly different approach to the role. But more on that later...

#4: "I'm Still Here," Follies (2007)

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I love Follies. I would commit atrocities you cannot fathom to have seen the 2007 Encores! production of Follies, starring fellow Gilded Ager Donna Murphy as Phyllis, Victoria Clark as Sally, and featuring Christine Baranski as Carlotta. Here, singing one of Sondheim's greatest hits, Christine plays an aged former Follies girl whose big number was cut, but is happy to serenade her audience with it now. My kingdom for a high quality bootleg of this show, please someone must have it.

Full disclosure: this is not my favorite rendition. That honor goes to Elaine Stritch in the Sondheim 80th Birthday Concert. But this one is damn good, now that I'm reviewing it. It showcases Christine's fantastic vocal and acting abilities, and that's Sondheim for you.

In 2015, Christine would go on to play Phyllis in the Royal Albert Hall production of Follies. And I love you, Christine, but you are a Carlotta through and through.

#5: "Welcome to the Theatre," Applause - Kennedy Center Honors (1997)

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This past week, Christine Baranski honored opera diva Renee Fleming at the Kennedy Center Honors, but that was not only time. In 1997, she was one of three mega talents honoring the gorgeous, the glamorous, the golden girl from the Golden Age of Hollywood, Lauren Bacall.

She opened the tribute with a song from Bacall's Tony-winning Applause, a musical based on All About Eve. Side note: people have divisive opinions on Lauren Bacall's singing voice. I love it.

While Christine's isolated performance can be found, I elected to link to the full tribute so you can all enjoy this delight. Following Christine is my beloved Bebe Neuwirth, and the late Ann Reinking (singing songs unrelated to Lauren Bacall, but fuck it). The final trio of all three women is the stuff of my dreams. I need you to witness it too.

Bonus: "Hot for Howie"

Nothing I can say will add to this. I'll just let the song speak for itself.

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LINK TO MASTERPOST

#the gilded age #agnes van rhijn #christine baranski #sweeney todd #nick & nora #follies #promises promises #applause #broadway #musical theatre

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deus-ex-mona · 7 months

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New Year's Festival!: Chapter 7

aizo, no, your protag energy is showing

previous part (chapter 6)

next part (epilogue)

And so—

The time when the filming of the programme was set to begin finally arrived.

Following the host’s introduction of him, Aizo turned towards the camera.

Aizo: It’s nice to meet y’all. I’m Aizo! I usually perform in a unit called “LIPxLIP”!

Host: It’s nice to see a fresh face on this show. Though, Aizo, I’ve heard that you’re quite the athlete. Is it true?

Aizo: Yup. Plus, I’ve undergone special training just to prepare for today.

Aizo: I’ll do my best to give the viewers at home a good time so as to start the New Year off on the right foot!

Owing to his special training, Aizo had been able to achieve great results in practically all of the events. And so, despite having to put up a fight, the team he was on managed to win without a hitch—

As a bonus for winning, the winners would be allowed some time to promote themselves to the viewers.

Host: And now, let the reward for winning, namely a self-promotional segment, begin!

Host: And the star player of the day is, without a doubt… The one who led his team to victory with his outstanding athleticism, Aizo!

Aizo: To all the viewers at home, thank you so much for tuning in today!

Aizo: “LIPxLIP” is a unit of two, consisting of me and another guy named Yujiro!

Aizo: The songs we’ve released till now are all great songs, so I’d be stoked if you guys gave ‘em a listen!

Aizo: Plus, we’ve got a February concert in the works!

Aizo: So, if I’ve managed to get you even the tiniest bit interested in us after today’s show, please come to our concert!

Aizo: You won’t regret it!

Aizo: (Awwright! That went just as planned!)

Aizo: (Next up is the ending, right?)

At the end of the programme, several performers were thus asked to express their thoughts and feelings about the show. Right before the show ended, however, the host turned the microphone towards Aizo.

Host: Aizo, I heard that you don’t usually perform on variety programmes, but how did you find today’s show?

Aizo: Lemme think. I performed all by myself today, instead of as a unit, so…

Aizo: I really felt how strong of an impact that my partner… Yujiro’s presence has on me.

Host: Speaking of him… Yujiro came to cheer you on today, right?

At the host’s words, the camera that was situated at the corner of the studio was turned towards Yujiro.

Aizo: Ah…

Aizo: (Oh no. None of us expected that they’d turn the camera to Yujiro. Will he be okay…?)

Aizo was just about to head over to Yujiro’s side to cover for him when—

Yujiro: Hello. I’m Yujiro from LIPxLIP.

Yujiro: I’m so relieved that Aizo managed to make it to the end of the show without a scratch. He was really nervous back when he was still in his dressing room, you know?

Aizo: Wha…! I wasn’t nervous at all, stupid…!

The audience erupted with laughter when Aizo quipped back like he would usually do.

Aizo: (Oh shoot. I’d planned on being all cool for the show and all…)

Aizo: (But, well… it’s fine.)

Thus, the very first variety programme that Aizo had performed on all by himself came to a close without incident—

Right after the New Year’s holidays—

Suzumi gave Aizo and Yujiro a report about the viewers’ reactions to the New Year’s variety programme.

Hiyori: They loved it! The sentiment of “My heart skipped a beat when I saw how close Aizo and Yujiro are.” seems to be especially shared by tons of people!

Yujiro: Their hearts skipped a beat…? Just what about me and Aizo made them feel that way…?

Aizo: Well… Wouldn’t you say that making them view us that way is a success, and a good thing in and of itself?

Aizo: (Though…)

Aizo: I really felt how strong of an impact that my partner… Yujiro’s presence has on me.

Aizo: (Those words really did unintentionally slip out of my mouth, didn’t they…? I truly didn’t mean to say any of that, though.)

Hiyori: Plus, I’ve got even more good news for you guys!

Hiyori: That same producer has extended an offer to participate in another variety programme to y'all!

Hiyori: And they said “I’d like Aizo and Yujiro to perform on this one together” with regards to the next show!

Yujiro: What is the programme going to be about?

Hiyori: It seems to be one in which celebrities would compete against each other in sports attractions.

Hiyori: It’ll be a team competition, and it looks like they want the two of you to be on different teams!

Aizo: In other words…

Yujiro: They want to see me and Aizo compete against each other, don’t they…?

Aizo: I feel so bad for you, Yujiro. Your loss is already set in stone way before the show has even taken place.

Yujiro: Huh? What are you saying? There’s no way that I’d lose to you, Aizo.

Yujiro & Aizo: …

Yujiro & Aizo: Pfft.

Aizo: Haha!

Yujiro: Ahaha!

The two of them did not get along as well as Minami had said they did, but… Aizo was sure that this was just the form that the partnership between him and Yujiro had taken. Such was the thought that he had found himself thinking spontaneously—

#aizo vs hakama: the beginnings #just honeypre things #idk this felt longer than the others. aizo s t o p your protag energy is showing #idk about the tl for this one guys im kinda out of it today (as though im not out of it every other day)#maybe it's bc it's suiyoubi (my dudes) or idk #anyways epilogue soon!!!!! maybe!!!!! idk i'll get it done in a couple of hours!!!!!! hopefully!!!!!

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35 (if you have any) 20, 6 and 4!

35. show me your prettiest vinyl🥰

I do not have any, but I really do want to get into vinyls when I have the space for it!!

20. SHOW ME A PICTURE OF ONE OF YOUR FAVORITE ARTISTS. RIGHT NOW. I NEED TO SEE THEM.

OKAY JEEZ STOP YELLING AT ME

I could post any of my 1684776839 Ghost pics, but instead you can have this killer shot of Maria Brink from In This Moment. 🥵

6. what bands/artists do you want to see in concert?

Ghost, obvs. My first ritual is next month, and I am BEYOND STOKED! Also Sleep Token, The Offspring, Flogging Molly, Bad Religion and maybe Bad Omens. Also if Drag Talk ever tours my ass is THERE.

4. what band started it all for you?

Green Day, hands down. They were the first band I fell into after my boy band phase ended, (I am ancient for those who don't know), and I still listen to them now. Got to see them on their American Idiot tour and it was fucking INCREDIBLE.

#miasma says #ask games

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greaterstokesawareness · 6 months

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My RECAP: Brian Stokes Mitchell at Perelman Performing Arts Center in NYC, October 5, 2023

Autumn in New York when it still feels like summer

It was so warm out on this early October day that I didn't even get to wear my Richard Gere pea coat trench, maybe next time. We spent a bunch of time wandering around St. Paul's Chapel and graveyard and visiting the September 11 memorial reflecting pools. The performing arts center is just across the street. This isn't a part of New York City that we've ever visited so we did a lot of exploring. Our next stop was the Tin Building and the Pier 17 waterfront area overlooking the Brooklyn Bridge. It was a really cool spot with lots of built-in outdoor seating and restaurants.

Not a library

The new Perelman Performing Arts Center is a big marble cube of a building with spaces that are designed to be flexible to accommodate all kinds of different performing arts needs. There's also a restaurant and lounge, an outdoor balcony and a giant staircase leading up. I work at Yale and it reminded me of the Beinecke Library because the there are no windows and the marble is designed so the light filters through. It was a pretty cool spot and I would love to see another show there sometime. You can read more about the building in this New York Times article (x).

Songs of Hope and Life

The show was Brian Stokes Mitchell accompanied by Ted Firth on piano and was titled Songs of Hope and Life. It lasted for a good two hours and Stokes did 18 songs including several that I personally hadn't heard him perform live before. You can find the setlist below. Highlights were pretty much all the songs I've never heard live before which were "Hope," "The Best Is Yet to Come," and "Being Alive." And I'll give a goofy honorable mention to "It's Not Easy Being Green" and "Hooray for Tom" mostly because of the surprise green spotlight which honestly cracked me up. When Stokes did "Odds on Favorite" and "Over the Moon" he was in full excitable-boy-mode. He literally sat at the piano and played an instrumental song from the E.T. soundtrack with Ted Firth playing his part standing up. I mean it was objectively adorable.

[side note: I was surprised to hear the Bruce Hornsby cover and it made me think that the Jackson Browne songs on my wishlist (x) might not be too far off the mark :)) Brian Stokes Mitchell "Sky Blue and Black" when?].

Twice in a lifetime opportunity?

Did I mention we were sitting in the front row center? Yeah, in a repeat of good fortune just like at the Town Hall show last April, we were lucky enough to sit in the front row. Which means we were lucky enough to witness the absolute artistry of Stokes singing "This Nearly Was Mine" with no microphone. I will never get tired of seeing him do this. What made this time especially cool was that he moved right up to the edge of the stage, right in front of us, to sing. Honestly, I was frozen in my seat, literally holding my breath at times. Like I can't properly explain how captivating it is to watch someone that talented and professional at their craft sing that close up and to be able to catch every mannerism, every dramatic choice, all of the breaths and swallows, all those small decisions during a performance. Just stunning. Here's audio of the song from that night (x), I know it can't truly capture the actual performance but you can get an idea of how cool it was to have Stokes basically sing this really special song right into your face.

Next up for us is Ridgefield, CT on October 29th. Super excited, can't wait to see Stokes sing again! You can find a link to his upcoming concert dates and other goodies in my pinned post (x).

Links: setlist.fm (x), event page on NYCPAC (x), Playbill article about Downtown Sessions series (x)

Set list:

Feeling Good

Hope (Jason Robert Reynolds song)

I, Don Quixote

The Best Is Yet to Come

Getting Married Today

Being Alive

Waters of March

Lush Life

This Nearly Was Mine (no microphone) (x)

A Wizard Every Day

It's Not Easy Being Green

Hooray for Tom (Bruce Hornsby song)

New Words

Make Them Hear You

The Impossible Dream

Odds on Favorite (Pete Seeger song)

Over the Moon [instrumental on piano with Ted Firth] (from E.T., John Williams)

Grateful

#brian stokes mitchell #greater stokes awareness: my recap #greater stokes awareness: author's note #brian stokes mitchell: concert #broadway #musical theater #greater stokes awareness

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innytoes · 2 years

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Fall prompts! 4 for Alex or Willie (or both!) with Julie (and/or Reggie if his brother exists)

Also special shoutout to @bananakarenina who basically prompted the same thing while I was already writing this.

Willie kind of loved the fact that his cute, tall, adorable, snarky boyfriend came with special perks. Not only did Willie have an excuse to be out of the house more, but he got to go to free concerts all the time. Hell, he got a free concert every week at band practice, when they let him chill on the sofa and draw as long as he didn't flirt so hard with Alex that he accidentally yeeted his drumsticks across the room again.

Listen, it had only happened one time but Luke was still traumatised.

He also liked the built-in friend group he now had. Reggie always had nice things to say, Luke was always down to clown, and Julie's entire family took one look at him and decided he was now part of the family too.

So with Halloween approaching, and Carlos and Reggie becoming more and more stoked, Willie carefully asked Alex what his plans were. "Dunno," he shrugged. "My parents never let me celebrate Halloween growing up, and I'm too old to go trick or treating now."

At Willie's heartbroken face, he back paddled: "It's okay. Luke and Reggie used to share their candy with me, and it wasn't like I couldn't use my allowance to buy some myself."

"But- but didn't you want to knock on the door and shout 'trick or treat' and have little old ladies tell you how adorable you looked in your costumes or... or whatever really happens during trick or treating?" Willie asked.

Reggie looked up from where he was fiddling with his phone. "You've never been trick or treating before either?" he asked.

Willie shrugged. "Not a lot of people wanting to take a foster kid out when I was little. And once I started living with Caleb, he usually dragged me to work his dumb rich-people parties." It had been fun the first few years, when he got to dress in all white and gray Victorian clothes, paint his face white, and scare the daylights out of club guests. But once puberty hit he was usually relegated to clean-up or playing waiter. He still got to be a ghost, because everyone working pretended to be a ghost, but it got less fun every year. "I've always wanted to go trick-or-treating like on TV."

"Well dude, you can join me and Stevie!" Reggie said, excited.

Julie grinned. "It's probably one of Carlos' last years trick-or-treating as well, I promised him I'd go with him so he can stay out later but not be seen being escorted by Dad. I'm sure he'd be thrilled for you guys to join us."

"Do we get to dress up?" Willie asked, breathless.

"Of course!" Julie said.

"Alex can we can we can we?" Willie asked, flopping over in his boyfriend's lap and giving him the most epic puppy eyes. Honestly, if Alex said no, he was still probably going to tag along if Reggie and Julie would have him. Luckily, Alex rolled his eyes and smiled.

"Fine. But if we're doing this, we're doing it right. Adorable cliché couple costume or bust."

So they met up at the Molina house on Halloween, ready to go. They'd settled on Peanut Butter (Willie) and Jelly (Alex). Carlos was dressed as a ghost buster, Julie as a little devil (but not a sexy one, since Mister Molina was Right There to take pictures of them all). Reggie and Stevie arrived in matching cowboy get-ups.

After a little photo shoot, they headed off. Carlos and Julie knew all the best houses to hit up and had set the route, and Stevie insisted on walking between Reggie and Willie, so he could interrogate him. Honestly, being interrogated by a six year old was way scarier than the lame-ass shovel talk Luke and Reggie had tried to give him once things with Alex got serious.

"You've never been trick-or-treating?" he asked for the third time, big eyes staring up at him seemingly unblinking.

"Never ever," Willie agreed.

Stevie seemed to mull that over until they got to the first house. Then, he grabbed Willie's hand, dragging him to the front. "Willie gets to ring the doorbell," he told Carlos seriously. "Cause he's never been trick-or-treating."

Carlos immediately stepped back to let Willie through, grinning. "That's totally fair," he agreed.

Willie looked back to see Reggie and Julie give him a thumbs up. Alex had his phone out, filming, because he was a supportive boyfriend. Or because he was mocking him. Probably a little of both. Still, Willie took a deep breath and then rang the doorbell, stepping back and shuffling so Stevie was in front of him. Nobody would say get lost to the guy with the cute little cowboy in front of him, right?

"Trick or treat!" they sang out, and it was Just Like The Movies. The lady at the door told them how adorable Stevie was, and how cool Carlos' costume was, and smiled politely at Willie. Carlos and Stevie grabbed a candy, putting it in their bag, and she went to close the door.

"Wait!" Stevie said. "It's Willie's first time trick or treating!"

"Oh buddy, that's okay, I already got to ring the doorbell," Willie started, only slightly embarrassed. But Stevie's lip jutted out stubbornly.

"It's his first house, too," Carlos said, fixing the woman with big puppy eyes that should be illegal.

"Well then," she said, holding out the bowl to him. He smiled shyly, taking one fun-sized Mars Bar from the pile.

"Thank you, ma'am."

"What do we say, Steve?" Reggie asked quickly.

"Thank you!" Stevie and Carlos sang out, and the woman smiled at them and closed the door.

He held out his hand for a high-five that Stevie returned happily and gave Carlos a fist-bump. Then, he turned around to see Alex watching him, face adoring.

The tiny Mars bar was the most delicious candy he'd ever had in his entire life, even as Julie scolded him you were supposed to wait until the end of the night to eat your candy.

"You know," he told Stevie, as he and Reggie each held a hand so he could swing between them. "It's Alex' first time trick or treating as well."

The look on Alex' face when Stevie dragged him to the door of the next house to make him ring the doorbell was almost as good as the Mars bar.

#Reggie's brother only exists when he's useful to the plot #julie and the phantoms #willex #fanfic #I wrote a thing #willie throckmorton #alex mercer #julie molina #reggie peters #carlos molina #world's worst foster dad caleb covington #Carlos knows that if you have Cute Small Children with you the yield is better #but also he gets to hang out with the cool older kids #it's a win-win #yes Alex nearly dies when Steve and Carlos do the same thing to him #he makes Stevie pick out his candy just so he doesn't have to #and makes them promise to never make him do that again #Willie spends the rest of the night getting to ring doorbells and sing songs and give Stevie a piggy back ride and just having the best time #a nice gay couple tells him and Alex their costume is ADORABLE and his night is MADE #he did everything on his bucket list!#also if you google 'cute couples costumes' you will find a lot of... not cute couples costumes #A HUNTER AND A DEER? REALLY????

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just wanted to say your reasoning behind writing almost exclusively for hwa is very relatable. i don't write, but i can't bring myself to read a fic about any other member. in the past i reviewed a few skz fics for a friend, and sometimes still do it for atz, but it's less for pleasure and more because i just wanna help people or someone asked for my opinion. i just don't see any other member or any other idol actually that way. hwa just hits different lol. i recently started a really good fic a lot of people recommended (it was a bts one), because it sounded very interesting, but i kept imagining seonghwa and it felt strange, but my brain just autoreplaced the member with hwa.

i remember reading we ransacked the city, i really enjoy that one, but ngl it was a bit hard to read smut with hongjoong, he's a pretty and hot guy and my other bias in atz, but i'm just not into him the way i'm into seonghwa, y'know? i'm barely into men anyways, so maybe that's why jkcjckvkcdnjddjshdjv.

i don't write but i do art and honestly whenever i start drawing i end up with seonghwa, it's a bit annoying sometimes, because i plan on drawing someone else, but the final product is SEONGHWA 😅 he's my muse as well. the chokehold he has on us, istg, what a guuuuuuy.

i started writing these fics just on the cusp of my bias switching from hongjoong to seonghwa which you can kinda see in the masterlist especially when hwa appears in best friend's code which i hadn't really planned nor intended but he was wiggling into my head.

we ransacked the city felt kinda like the last breath before converting fully to losing my mind to hwa. (sidenote: it also is probably the ateez fic i am least pleased with. it didn't turn out the way i wanted, i don't think i nailed the vibe i was looking for, and i experienced burnout in writing it so it also mentally marks a different turning point in writing these fics.)

i think a lot of ppl are surprised when i say that even though i got into ateez at debut, hwa didn't become my bias until around fireworks/kingdom era. i originally assumed that after a few months i would be burnt out on writing about him (due to my adhd) but instead, it has just steadily grown with each passing month with no sign of stopping. seeing him irl at the concert only stoked the flames.

i'm bisexual and my attraction to men really ebbs and flows. for awhile now, it has been at a pretty low point minus seonghwa who is always just able to drive me absolutely insane lmao. while every member of ateez is stunning (mingi hit me hard live as i think he did the entire crowd honestly) something about seonghwa just...impacts me differently.

so yeah, you absolutely understand what it is like to sit down and want to create a piece and then it ends up being seonghwa AGAIN. i decided not to fight it and write what i want and if that means every single fic i write is hwa then so be it. if that means sometimes i write another member but i include hwa, that's just how it'll be. i've made my peace with it. the way i feel writing someone else vs hwa is night and day and i believe it reflects as such in the work because i've gotten a lot of comments and remarks on how the work feels when it is about hwa.

thank you for sending in such a wonderful ask! <3

#asks #i've been writing novels lately as replies whoops

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Just a rant

I know it's stupid but I'm jealous because the friend I am going to the Era's tour with is planning on buying a second ticket to another TS concert in a different state. I would go but I don't have money for it and don't see the point in going to a second concert since I am already going to one.

Ever since she and I got tickets we've been planning everything out: what will we wear, what are our predictions for the setlist and for Taylor's outfits, what will we bring? We've planned to get lunch beforehand and to have a sleepover afterward, and to hand out friendship bracelets before the concert starts. If she does go to another concert, it will likely be one before the one we're planning on going to since ours isn't till July. Knowing that she would go without me to the concert we've been planning for months with someone else seems almost like a betrayal. And while I know it isn't meant like that, it still makes me feel like she couldn't care less about who she's going with, it's just about going. Honestly, its the opposite for me. I'm stoked to have a friend I can belt out the lyrics with during my first concert ever (let alone a Taylor Swift concert!).

My friend, lets call her Jane, is a hardcore TS fan, so it almost seems like I am stripping away her happiness by telling her I am jealous and that I'd prefer if she didn't go, but I also know that if I don't say anything and she ends up going, I'll be distraught and I won't have very much fun at the concert knowing she's already experienced it and it wasn't about doing it with me, it was just about doing it. I feel terrible for feeling this way because I hate when my jealousy gets in the way of my relationships. But every time I think about it, I get more and more upset and I know that I won't be able to handle it if she really does choose to spend $400 more dollars for a second concert and goes without me just to nonchalantly and ignorantly brag about it when she comes back.

#rant #jealosy #jealousy #taylor swift #taylor #swift #swiftie #swifties #the eras tour #concert #taylors version #taylor nation #vent #vent post #midnights #ts10 #ticketmaster #ts

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so i've got this friend and he's super cool and very interesting, but we aren't always great at communicating with one another, but we're like... on the same page about it. our conversations can get really awkward, but we still seek each other out and i'd been feeling a bit bad that i haven't been able to hang the last 2 times he's invited me to do something (in both cases, i was technically free, but he's a fucking party animal and much more of a laid back stoner type, so i just needed to go home and chill rather than go out with him), but i'd texted him last week when i had to turn him down and said i could do something this weekend....

anyway i saw him last night at the station and we were chatting and he was like 'yo theres this waylong jennings tribute tomorrow you down?' but i have my radio show, so i said i couldn't but that i could do saturday/or sunday and the man lit up!! he said his dad has a set of concert tickets so some kinda chill funk group that he couldn't go to, so my friend and i are going to go together now. and like... normally, i just go home after a show, but he was like oh and we can go to [my favorite club... that i havent been to in more than a year cause i literally dont go out lol] afterward and you know what. we're gonna do it. i'm really happy cause like... i know i'll be exhausted on sunday and everything, but i'm still really happy he wants to hang.

we saw each other last night cause he hosts his show during my staff meetings in the station, and then afterward we (finally!!!!) returned to the AM airwaves, so our other friend sacrificed her usual show to let us staff and core volunteers play some of our favorites on air to celebrate. my friend and i had our chat then, and he also suggested we DJ a disco show together entirely on vinyl, and i'm so stoked. his show is super eclectic, and while i play some disco, i mostly do soul and r&b on mine, so there's a bunch of disco i love that i don't really play. idk man... i'm just really happy. it's nice to know he likes me.

#i can never tell how hes feeling or what hes thinking #we're both clearly very autistic but we dont click when it comes to communication so at times it can be hard to tell #but hes super fucking cool and i love spending time with him when i get the chance #and its just means a lot that hes still interested in hanging out to the point where he invites me to shit #even though im so much more lowkey than him #tree talks

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TAGGED BY: @goxinsane ( the loveliest. )

TAGGING: hey, you. yes, you. do it. it’s fun.

GET TO KNOW THE MUN: 🍸

⋆ what’s your phone’s wallpaper ? wallpaper is a photo of when i met D’Arcy Carden the first time. I was cheesing really hard. She’s so wonderful, and all of the glittery amazing things you would expect, and more. my lock screen is when i met Jessica Chastain the second time. also, ultimate cheesing. she’s....i mean, obviously incredible.

⋆ the last song you listened to ? ‘true blue’ by boygenius. im seeing them next week and pretty stoked, so this playlist will be filling my ears until then. i’ve seen julien, and phoebe before, but not lucy (who i love, love, love.) super excited. i’m also dying my hair grey and dressing like phoebe in the music video...because i’m THAT person. nobody asked for these written out answers, but here you have it.

⋆ currently reading ? i have this habit of reading like five books back to back super fast, and then not reading for a handful of months after. however, i began Lauren Graham’s book, ‘Have I told you this already?’ I love her so much. Excited to pick it up again and finish it. Gilmore Girls for life, am i right ??

⋆ last movie you saw ? I think it was the live action Little Mermaid. Halle was amazing. Also, Melissa slayyyyyyed. Truly.

⋆ last show you watched ? Mindhunter. Doing a rewatch, because my girlfriend never saw it, and i have a deep, deep love for Anna Torv.

⋆ what are you wearing right now ? a smol navy tank top with green, white and yellow stripes on it, with highwaisted black mom jeans that still smell heavily of Le Labo, Santal 33 (iykyk...) as i wore these two days ago...and didn’t wash them. judge away if you must. haha

⋆ how tall are you ? five-four and a quarter. the quarter matters. my girlfriend is shorter than me, and makes me feel so tall.

⋆ piercings / tattoos ? i have my ears pierced traditionally. i’d like to get a couple more on my ears, but i got my ears pierced as a baby, and the unknown feeling freaks me out a lot. tattoos, i think last i counted was 19...which is wild...because it doesn’t seem like that many. i have a need for more. soon.

⋆ glasses / contacts ? glasses. i have trouble seeing far away. i don’t wear them a ton. which reminds me, i need to replace a screw in one of my pairs.

⋆ last thing you ate ? pasta. it was for breakfast. shh. i know, it’s wild. then i wonder why i have acid reflux.

⋆ favorite color(s) ? cerulean. which, as a kid...i thought it was called ‘chlorine.’ also, burnt orange, mustardy yellow, chartreuse. i think as i’ve gotten older, i’ve grown a wider love for colors in general. i used to hate green, but now i love.

⋆ current obsession ? sitting outside. i think it’s because i’m from michigan, and moving to somewhere where it’s all sunny all of the time has been wonderful to feel. not to quote boygenius, but, ‘winter bitch, but summers in my blood.’ i’m also just so in love with D’Arcy Carden, Succession.... i’m scheduling my grief. it ended so deliciously, but i’m going to miss it so, so much. Speaking of grief, yellowjackets, and Ted Lasso !! also, beyonce’s renaissance album is forever my obsession. super excited to see this tour.

⋆ do you have a crush right now ? you mean...besides miss D’Arcy Carden... who wrapped her arms around me, and looked at my girlfriend and said, ‘sorry girlfriend!’ ....and then i embarrassingly told her she was my hall pass.... mmm yeah. no. that’s the only crush, right now. sorry girlfriend !

⋆ favorite fictional character ? ooo. that’s downright tough. probably Villanelle, from Killing Eve.

⋆ last place you visited ? spontaneous trip to Los Angeles a few days ago for a lovely, sparkly, concert.

#shhh ki #get to know the mun #lmao that instagram notification seems shameless it is it was just the moment

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“I’ve had the deepest reasons to be grateful for Freddie’s thoughtfulness….” There are so many stories I have to tell about Freddie. His generosity; of course! He was responsible for so many memorable trips I’ve made to Boston and New York to see the band in concert. Madison Square Garden was wonderful. Fabulous parties the one in Ibiza was very memorable. On the flight over, Anita Dobson and I swapped uniforms with the crew to serve champagne to our fellow passengers, some of whom were behaving a little too stiffly, we decided!But it’s easy to be generous when you have a lot of money. What it’s not easy being is thoughtful when you’re so famous and have so many calls on your time.

That’s something that can only be quantified by experience and so here are two experiences of mine when I’ve had the deepest reasons to be grateful for Freddie’s thoughtfulness. In 1978, I was still working at Maunkberry’s and we were faced with a new club opening in competition; The Embassy in Bond Street. The night in question was the opening night of this new club and although I had of course been invited, I was desperate to go along to sum up the competition. I was getting ready in the afternoon when I had a sudden premonition, the sort that leaves you cold like you’ve been touched by some freezing cold force. I instantly thought of my mother at home in Stoke Newington and immediately telephoned my sister at work and asked her to go home at once. As I was finishing off at home before leaving for this grand opening, I had a telephone call from my nephew, my sister’s child: “Uncle Trevor, Uncle Trevor, I can’t wake granny!”I told the child gently to go next door and wait with the lady there until my sister, his mother, came over. I knew it then. My mother was dead. I raced across London and after arranging for the doctor to come, the undertaker to call and remove my mother’s body, I hurried back to Bond Street and somehow got through the evening. Nightclub work is notoriously social and being social when your heart is so heavy was no easy task. I must have told some people about my loss my cousin Rudi for one and people were very kind. By the end of the evening I was back at Maunkberry’s thinking out how to put into action some urgent changes which I knew we would have to make after seeing how successful the Embassy Club was going to be. There was a ‘phone call. It was Freddie: “I’ve heard, dear. You’re not to go back to your place. Come here. Come and stay here. At least for tonight. The car’s waiting for you outside.” It was a life-saver, the ultimate gesture of sympathy and affection when I needed it most. I really loved my mother and felt very alone now that she had gone. That night, Freddie put his arm round me and said: “Don’t worry, dear. I’m your mother now.” From then on, whenever he called he would say: “Hello, dear. Mother here.” From that day, he always had me over to the house on Christmas day and every year arranged a little party to celebrate my birthday with a few close friends. Until he died. Later, much later I was working in the banqueting department of a big London hotel where I contracted what turned out to be a very dangerous case of food poisoning in the middle of a very grand celebration being given by one of the Rothschild family. For obvious reasons, I can’t mention the hotel! Somehow, I got myself home in a taxi and spent the next few days in bed. I went to one doctor who prescribed panadol! I’d spoken to Freddie and the boys at Logan Place obviously but they had no reason to suspect that I wouldn’t be up and about in twenty four hours. A couple of friends and family came round but when you live by yourself, you’re often more on your own than you think and if you’re ill, it can be very frightening.I didn’t realise how dehydrated I was becoming but after I began passing blood, I telephoned Freddie’s household again as in terms of proximity, they were my closest friends. Very weakly, I started explaining what was happening to me. Freddie grabbed the telephone, told me to stay put, that he was sending his own doctor round straightaway and that no expense would be spared to get me well again as quickly as possible. He even took care of all the catering and ordered food and drink and supplies to be sent round to my flat immediately. In a few hours, my four rooms were loaded with enough stuff to feed a fair-sized third world country and, of course, I recovered. Trevor Clarke Close Friend and Confidant Freddie pictured with Trevor

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