Help. I’ve fallen hard for Mystic Messenger and I can’t get up.
I’m one of those fans who have multiple MCs, cause damn they all deserve to be happy. It’s just more fun that way for me ^-^ In all my MM headcanons, art, and fanfics- I always use these girls.
How their story works is that Unknown has 5 different girls to choose to send to the RFA, and whichever member he wants to manipulate determines which girl he chooses to be the party planner (and therefore determining what route the player is on.) All 5 of them were specifically chosen because Unknown knew they would have the most significant influence on their target RFA member.
If you want to know who they are and read more about them, just continue under the cut!
Me, covered in glitter with three layers of eyeshadow on and rose petals in my hair, wearing a long flowing bright red dress and 7 inch heels, draped across a grand piano, hitting random keys and singing at the top of my lungs as a single tear rolls down my cheek:
not to be dramatic, but
KPop has really altered my fashion sense over the years - for the better. At least, I hope. But there’s one thing I just can’t get right - those 24/7 high heels. How… how do you DO that without falling over or setting your feet on fire? MAJOR props to girl groups who perform tirelessly in them. (and also props to the ggs that wear flat footwear - you go!)
My light brown L shaped desk sat right in front of his door but against a window. The blinds to his glass office were closed like always unless he was in a good mood, which was unlikely. Mr. Park didn’t talk that much to anybody but his father, the CEO before him, and the sales department director of the company you worked at. He only says a few things to me a day, I need those emails, those papers, or that meeting to be rescheduled.
I ran inside the building and tapped my foot while waiting for the elevator. Why was it the one day I was actually late one of the elevators had to be broken and all of the others full.
There was a meeting in 10 minutes and I told Mr. Park I’d have all the typos and papers in the newest presentation finished today. The only problem was the conclusion, last night my laptop died and I had left my charger on the desk. The worst part though, Mr. Park believes the opening and the conclusion are the best and most vital points of a presentation.
The elevator still wasn’t down yet and it still had 7 more floors. I opened the door to the stairs and started quickly walking up them. I needed to get to the 14th floor in less than 6 minutes, finish the last few sentences and give them to Mr. Park before the presentation.
My heel broke and I sighed loudly as i just took off my shoes and started jogging faster, my breathing more heavy and my clothes feeling tighter.
I started jogging even faster. I was only on floor 4.
Once I got to our floor Mr. Park walked out of the meeting room angrily and the clients left the room quickly and pushed past me and into the elevator that just opened. I quickly walked to my desk and turned on my computer.
“Mr. Park, I am so so sorry I couldn’t make it to the meeting before this one to take notes. I was trying to finish the presentation notes for the Japanese clients for the next meeting.” I said rushed after I stood and bowed a few times and I continued to apologize.
He was holding papers in his hand and didn’t even look up from them before he crumbled them a bit in his hand and just slammed the stack on my desk. “My office now.” He said loudly.
I stood before slowly moving my way into his office. The door closed hard behind me making the room seem more cold and dark than usual because of all the blinds being closed and the only light coming from the main window behind Mr. Park’s desk the over looked the city.
“What is this about sir, if I may ask?” I said softly as I sat down.
“The meeting the presentation notes were for was moved to two hours earlier. They were a complete mess because the conclusion typos were so bad and someone” He glared at me as he twirled his pen in his hand. “wasn’t here to fix them or at least take over.”
“Oh my gosh, sir I am so so sorry… When did it get moved?” I asked quickly before looking in my planner.
“Last night. We sent out an email…” He said softly but with a still firm tone. My fucking laptop. Great.
“Sir, my laptop died and my phone and charger were in the office last night so I had no way of getting the ema-”
“Do you know how bad it looks on my part if my employees look unprepared? Especially to men who know my father.” He said softly before he set down the pen.
“Sir I don’t know what I could do to possibly compensate for what I did…”
“Well…” He all of a sudden smirked “…what are you willing to do? That little stunt we had to pull to make it seem somewhat less of a mistake could cost millions.”
I looked up, realizing he was staring at my legs and my white tucked in shirt.
“Anything.” I smirked as I sat up more before he stood and he put his hand under my chin and tilted my head up and slowly lead me to stand before he unbuttoned all of the visible buttons before backing me into his desk. A few items fell as he pushed back his name plate so it wouldn’t fall and few papers scattered onto the floor.
“What about calling me master?” He brushed the hair off of my shoulder and pulled me closer before quickly flipping me around and pulling me against him hard as he unzipped the pencil skirt I was wearing.
“I think I could do that sir.” I said and he loosened his tie and smirked.
Jaebum pulled up outside the bar, screeching the car to a halt and lunging out of the drivers’ seat to walk around the car towards the doorway. He found you, shivering in the cold night air, clutching your elbows around your knees as he bent down to meet you at eye level.
“You’re freezing” he mumbled as he quickly flung his coat around you, noticing the long, dried up rivers of mascara that your tears created on his way there. His heart clenched in his chest as he pulled you to your feet, quickly finding out that walking in 7 inch heels wasn’t going to work. He scooped you up - bridal style as he held you in close to his warm body, carrying you over to the car while the many onlookers whooped and whistled in jest at his apparent heroic actions.
“Ignore them” he whispered in your ear as he set you down to open the car door, helping you inside and buckling your seatbelt before shutting the door and joining you on the other side, putting the car into gear and setting off in the direction of home.
“Are you mad at me?” you whimpered, looking at his hand resting on the gear stick as he shifted it to third gear.
“No” he paused, taking a deep breath and concentrating on the late Friday night traffic. “You just, scared me.”
“It’s not like I was going to die. Everyone gets drunk Jae” you sighed as you sank yourself down into the seat, watching him take the familiar turns and roads to your apartment.
“That’s not what I meant. I thought I’d lost you, (Y/N). You still don’t believe me, right?” he looked at you as he parked the car in front of your place, pulling the hand-break up and switching the engine off.
“I do believe you. I was just, angry.” you looked down to the car floor as more pitiful tears began threatening to fall down your cheeks. Jaebum clicked his tongue before ejecting both of your seatbelts, hopping out of the car and running around to help you out too, taking you in his arms once again after locking the car and carrying you up to your apartment. He used the spare key you gave him many months ago to let you both in, helping you remove your shoes before lifting you into your bedroom.
“Lets get all this muck of your face and then get a good nights sleep. You’re gonna have one hell of a hangover tomorrow.” he gave you a sleepy smile, referring to your make-up as he pulled out your removal wipes from your vanity - diligently cleansing your face as gently as he could.
He stood up, motioning for you to put your arms in the air as he pulled your dress off you, un-doing your bra and removing his shirt to put it on you before taking off his jeans and rolling you on to your side in case you would vomit in the middle of the night. He snuggled up behind you, letting his hands place themselves on your hips as he pulled his body closer to you, finally being right where he wanted to be after all the mess that happened.
“What is it baby?”
“I’m sorry, I love you. So much”
He gently kissed your neck, pressing his lips flush against your skin and letting them linger there for longer than usual.
“I love you too. Close your eyes and go to sleep baby. I’m not going anywhere, so just sleep now”.
( Prompt: princess diaries style “I grew up not knowing I was royal and suddenly my royal grandparent showed up out of nowhere and told me I was so now I guess I’m the heir to the throne and you’re my crush from my pre-royal days but I still have a crush on you” AU )
A/N: So my crush talked to me today ( it was just a simple hello but I DIED ), and I died again when I saw Tom Holland strip down to his boxers in that new trailer. My friends are probably sick and tired of hearing about me rant about Tom Holland’s abs and my new husband, Matt Murdock.
As it turns out, you don’t have to worry about
keeping secrets from your friends for long.
After about a month of gruelling ‘after-school’
sessions with an endless string of tutors, of having to come up with flimsy
excuses for cancelling on outings and get-togethers, of having to tough out the
agony of avoiding Peter’s soft and concerned eyes that beg you to tell him what’s
wrong, the paparazzi snap pictures of you and your grandmother having afternoon
tea in the Hilton. They’d put two and two together, and before you could say, “I
have a crush on Peter Parker”, pictures of you are splashed all over the front page.
Your phone’s been buzzing non-stop, but you’ve
been ignoring the messages and missed calls – Did you even know fifty people from
Midtown High? – too focused on your very furious grandmother, who’s been pacing
the room, a wild animal in cage. Peter’s face, coupled with his adorable smile,
flashes across your screen for the tenth time; you flip your phone over so that
you won’t have to see his picture.
“Grandmother, I’m sorry,” You apologise meekly. “This
is my fault.”
Throwing the papers aside with an impatient huff,
your grandmother rounds on you, her eyes fierce and piercing. You almost regret
having said anything.
“Silly child,” She says, her tone warm and
exasperated all at once. “How on earth is it your fault? It’s the damn press –”
You’ve never heard her swear before. It makes
“Frankly, I’m surprised that we’ve been able to
keep you out of the public eye for so long.” She shakes her head, deep in
thought. “But now that the – How do you say – dog’s out of the kennel, we’ll
just have to make the most of things.”
“What’s going to happen to my baby?” Your mother
demands, going into full mother-bear mode,
her voice holding an edge of protectiveness to it. “Is (Y/n) going to be safe?”
I assure you that precautions are being taken, even as we speak. There will be
increased security –”
You’re sure your face turns pale at the thought
of having a team of beefy bodyguards on your heels 24/7.
“– We’ll enroll her in some self-defense classes,
we’ll get her a Taser, some pepper
spray … Whatever’s necessary. I swear on the Crown of Serangoon that I will
do anything and everything in my power to keep (Y/n) safe.” Grandmother sighs then, having gotten it out of her
system, and continues. “However, I think a press conference is in order. We’ll
have to introduce (Y/n) to the public officially, and the date of Coronation
Day will have to be pushed forward –”
Your mother and grandmother launch into a deep
and lengthy conversation about banquets, fittings, classes. And all you can do
is sit there, your head spinning, a satellite out of orbit.
At least you don’t faint this time.
progress, at least, you think.
You walk into school the next day, and nearly
run out screaming for Stanley to take you back home, press camped outside the
school be damned.
Stanley had had to muscle his way through about
three feet of screaming paparazzi pressing themselves onto you from all
directions, screaming out their questions, the camera flashes blinding and
searing themselves into your retinas.
Everyone wants a piece of you, it seems. Kids
goggle at you when you walk down the halls; in addition to the news article,
there had been a news report filled with pictures of you: From a smiley,
gap-toothed, pig-tailed (Y/n) to a
teenaged (Y/n), smashing her cheek
with Peter, clowning about for the camera. The press had raided your Snapchat,
Instagram and Facebook accounts, it seemed. You’d had the misfortune of seeing
the report at a diner, but the fortune of having Stanley and his limo nearby;
you’d ran out before anyone could identify you.
Kids you barely know, have barely talked to in
the past year – nerds, jocks, Queen Bees – all stop to talk to you. A year ago,
you wouldn’t have been breathing the same air as them; but now, all everyone
wants is to talk to you, to ask for your autograph, to invite you to parties.
Worse, your friends are slipping away. You
manage to wave to Michelle only once, in a corridor, surrounded by your new fan
club. She doesn’t return it. Her eyes are huge and dark and accusing, all at once. As for Peter – he’s taken to spending time with
Ned, and he can’t quite look you in the eyes, even when you try to catch his
You know that you have a whole lot of apologizing and explaining to do,
but how can you possibly start if your friends have already decided that they
want nothing to do with you? To avoid encountering Peter, you bury yourself in
your phone and hurry away. Every instance leaves you with a frigid soreness
buried so deep inside that no amount of heat could wring it out.
On second thought, you accept that party
You’re wearing a slim black Costume National
sheath dress, a strand of pearls around your neck. Your hair is neat, your face
made up with a thick layer of makeup. You look like you’re a famous model – or a
princess – and you can feel the press staring at you as you walk into the room
You’d caved, had tried to dial Peter on your cell
phone with trembling fingers, but it’d gone straight to voicemail. You try not
to think it’s because he hates you.
Grandmother handles the interview like a pro. Public
speaking is not your forte – there had been an unfortunate incident in the
fourth grade involving a judging panel at the annual talent show, and the front
row of students being covered in vomit. All you have to do is fix a vapid smile
onto your glossed lips, sitting stiffly between your mother and grandmother.
“Princess (Y/n),” Someone’s saying your name
now, and you immediately glance up, more than a little startled at being
addressed. “We’ve received pictures of you and a boy identified as Peter
Parker. Is he your boyfriend?”
Your hands are shaking. Your knuckles are white
when you ball them up into fists. You might have a security detail, a whole armoury
of weapons and weekly self-defense classes, but Peter, Ned and Michelle don’t.
If you’re not careful, someone could hurt them to get to you.
And you don’t
think you could live with yourself if it did happen.
Protect your friends, only to lose them … Or
disregard their safety for your own selfishness?
It’s not even a choice.
Your mouth is dry. You have to practically force
the words out of your mouth. “No. No, they – Peter was just a … He’s not
important. None of them are.”
The moment the lie leaves your lips, you want to
scream. You want to take all your words back.
Pairing : Sam x Reader, Dean Word count : 1,290 Author : Mel A/N : Idk what radio station my kid is listening to, but when I went to shower, it was playing “The boy is mine” by Brandy and Monica (that was a kick in the childhood). I wrote this as a result.
You checked yourself out in the mirror before getting out of your car. This was so not like you. But he was hot, and sweet, and you were very, very interested. His name, was Sam. A guy like him could walk into any room, anywhere, and have his pick. But for some reason, he was slumming it online with the likes of you. And you were not about to complain about that. You had been chatting with him for months, and he messaged you tonight letting you know he was finally in the area. Sure it was an hour away from you, but you didn’t mind the drive. Gave you time to calm your nerves at finally meeting him face to face.
You took a deep breath before opening the hotel lobby door. It wasn’t a fancy place, probably two maybe three stars at best, but you didn’t care too much. You heard someone coming up behind you, and held the door for her.
“Thanks.” She gave you a smile as she strolled past, her high heels clicking, and hips swaying in her tight skirt. She must have a hell of a hot date tonight.
Occupation: Entertainer (Solo magician & a Singer)
Personality: (her personality in this AU is completely different than the original ones, cuz she’s a B*tch) Independent, confident,may be a sassy gal at times, joyful, kind,she doesn’t like guys who flirt with women or with her (told ya different with se original), she loves to show magic tricks to kids, she always call kids “dearie” or “sweetie”.
-He’s got a few freckles on his cheeks and the bridge of his nose but most of his freckles are on his shoulders and upper back.
-Has one mole near the corner of his right eye and another one on his jawline. He also has a few on his neck. Most of the time he covers them up but sometimes he just can’t care about them enough to do that much.
-His hair is slightly darker in the fall and winter, more of a goldish color but in the spring and summer his hair is stark white.
-Draco is actually super good with animals when he’s by himself and specifically adores horses.
-He grew up around horses most of his life, he’s also the type of person who’ll point out any horse he sees when you’re driving with him.
-Cats are really attracted to him and he’ll take a good half hour out of his day to pet any cat he sees. He’s weak for really fluffy cats but also finds spynx cats to be quite fascinating.
-Has a birthmark on his hip that looks like a boat.
-Owns at least 7 pairs of heels, he’s a classy man with classy tastes.
-Either looks like the cover of a magazine or looks like a hobo, there’s no in-between
-Got into knitting as a way of de-stressing, makes sweaters in his free time and donates them when he’s finished them.
-Has an 8ft long scarf that he knits constantly, its a bunch of mixed yarn but he works on it at least four times a day.
-Taps his foot all of the time, taps other things, he taps a lot
-Doodles on all of his work, turned in ministry paperwork with doodles all over the margins.
-Is super gay for Harry potter
-Drinks more coffee than he does tea.
-Sleeps with five blankets on his bed, only uses like one at a time.
I saw the Rent tour last night so here are a few things:
- “April left a note before she slit her wrists; ‘We’ve got AIDS.’” Mark looks at the ground.
- Angel makes her entrance for “Today 4 U” by jumping from a fucking raised platform onto a table in 7 inch heels
- Mark resting his hand on Roger’s shoulder and saying,“take your AZT,” then resting his head on Roger’s back and heading out the door
-Benny pulls up Angel’s skirt during “You’ll See.” Angel sits far from him the rest of the song, looking really anxious as Collins holds her
- Mimi straight up balances on a ledge with only her leg and spins around it during “Out Tonight” and walks backwards down the stairs in her heels
- when Roger starts singing to Mimi after “Life Support” the life support group stares down at him from a raised platform, Angel at the front
- during “On the Street” Angel is looking for a jacket for Collins at the bodega. she is going through them, repeating “no” to herself quietly. the bodega worker lifts up a disgusting orange camo shirt and Angel legitimately screams “NO”
- Mark and Collins holding Roger tightly and singing to him amusingly
- at the beginning of “Santa Fe” after Mark’s altercation with the police, Angel says “yayyyyy New York” really nervously
- during “Santa Fe” Collins spins Angel into Mark’s arms where he’s sitting on a table. they spend the rest of the song in each other’s arms, smiling
- in “Over the Moon” Maureen made the audience moo with her
- ok this is about La Vie Boheme
a. Mark fucking throws his body onto the table like a plank of wood
b. when Collins and Angel sing “brothers!” they Eskimo kiss and it’s super cute
c. when they sing “to any passing fad” Maureen and Mark dab at each other and everyone in the audience lost it
d. when the waiter returns and seeing chaos, he joins the dancing
- during “Take Me or Leave Me” Maureen gets on her knees and sings to JoAnne’s vagina
- in “Without You” Collins lays with Angel, then picks her up and carries her to a different table, where she starts convulsing, then crying into Collins’ arms
- all the couples get under a white blanket and moan and grunt during “Contact” while Angel emerges from the top and rings a reprise of “Today 4 U”. the couples leave one by one, shouting “it’s over.” finally the blanket is pulled away and Collins sits on the table facing the audience while Angel faces the back of stage, motionless. bitterly, Collins whispers,“it’s over.”
- during “I’ll Cover You Reprise” Mark and Maureen sob in each other’s arms while Collins sings at the top of the stage, voice cracking
- the priest kicks the group out and calls Collins a “queer who can’t pay” and Benny offers to pay the burial change. Collins says “you should know the persons funeral you just paid for killed your dog.” to which Benny replies,“I know. I hated that dog.”
- Mark stands apprehensively at the edge of the darkness during “Goodbye Love” waiting to see what Roger will do
- Mark slamming the phone so hard during “What You Own” that the stand shakes
- during “Your Eyes” Mimi convulses and starts repeating lines from “Candle” and Roger looks horrified. when she comes back to life and says she saw Angel, Collins beams
- Angel’s spot is left vacant during “Seasons of Love Reprise”
-During the finale, Angel runs back onstage to the group wearing a white smiley faced t shirt and white pants, although no one on stage notices her
-Mark projects images and videos of the group onto the walls of the theater, moving his projector from side to side so it moves across the walls
sorry if this was long but the performance as incredible so I thought I’d share
i wanna say that they’ve transcended hurt and experience only love and peace for the rest of their lives but unfortunately…. allison…. is a bitch bless her
basically I think allison can be harsh when she’s upset and she tries to make sure that shit never touches renee but sometimes it does and she likes it when she can upset ppl bc it makes her feel strong again? but she also can’t stand renee hurting so it’s this constant discord. (but also renee pulls away so much to protect people and it hurts allison to see her go, sometimes.)
who is emotionally stronger?
they’re both absolute warriors lemme tell you. remember when allison’s boyfriend died and she pulled her hair back and got to fucking work?? remember when renee’s life was a vicious cycle of abuse and she took up a bible and started smacking ppl around with it?? BOTH of them could be sifting through their emotional baggage at 5 and kicking ass at 5:30 tbh
who is physically stronger?
renee,,,,, could kill you with her hands tied behind her back
she spars and LIFTS she is gentle and small and she has a six pack and she carries her gf to bed
who is more likely to break a bone?
I can’t imagine anything getting the best of renee even like.. the ground… but also allison walks in towering heels 24/7 and has yet to bust her ass so maybe they’re both superhuman?? I feel like maybe renee would take things too far and break a pinky when she’s scrapping with andrew and probably dead-faced set her own finger and leave every fox……. shaken
who knows best what to say to upset the other?
Allison can rip out every follicle of your hair if she’s in the mood, she’s neil with crystal earrings, just bc her mouth is all perfectly applicated peaches & cream doesn’t mean it’s not filthy
she never uses renee’s past against her though. never.
who is most likely to apologize first after an argument?
I think renee is a LOT more willing to admit when she’s in the wrong, and her life is pretty much a balance of redemption and honesty so I think she apologizes very earnestly and seriously and allison basically snorts and tells her it’s forgotten and goes in for neck kisses
allison is a liiiittle too proud to apologize but when she knows she’s done BAD and when they’re alone & intimate in their apartment allison will come in crying and bare-faced and apologize and apologize and apologize
who treats who’s wounds more often?
renee is scrappy and allison hates it but she’ll sit down for hours making sure every bit of renee is seen to, and she’ll neatly cover up renee’s bruises like she did for neil, quiet and sweet and methodical like she rarely is
who is in constant need of comfort?
yikes it’s always both w our foxes man
I think allison’s loss is such a fresh wound in her mind and it’s so constant. She still feels so brutally undervalued for her talent and her ingenuity and her strength, and like. that gets bad. Renee’s loss runs deeper and harder and she can’t even think about it, most of the time. She’s making constant amends, but no matter how many times she prays before bed the nightmares still come. (so does allison, lighting sweet smelling candles and brushing renee’s hair back and kissing her face)
who gets more jealous?
TOUGH bc I think renee projects this very ‘i’ve transcended human emotions and am an eternal sweetie with clothes knit from bible verses’ but she’s still very human and her girlfriend is very very hot and if one more man touches allison without her permission renee will take his hand off :))
who’s most likely to walk out on the other?
who will propose?
I think allison would and I think she would spend 1 million dollars trying to make it unforgettable even though they could be collapsed on the court after a game and renee would say yes? they could be in bed or walking with their arms linked or having their weekly chinese food with dan and matt and renee would always say yes
(she proposes when they’re on vacation, at some european cathedral with streaming stained glass so renee can feel as close to god as allison feels to renee, and every pew is filled with a different colour of flower and a choir sings something ancient and sapphic ok bye)
who has the most difficult parents?
THIS QUESTION DOESN’T WORK FOR FOXES HOLY FUCK THEIR PARENTS ALL SUCK TAINTS THAT’S WHY THEY’VE UPGRADED TO SUPER DAD DAVID WYMACK
who initiates hand-holding when they’re out in public?
it’s pretty equal on the PDA front they’re very affectionate ppl
like I imagine Allison w her hands in the pockets of her designer bomber jacket and renee slipping her hand in too and smiling like fucking summer just rolled in early and hung up its coat
who comes up for the other all the time?
you know that post where allison calls renee ‘exy’s cutest goalkeeper’?? yeah.. picture that…. all the time
who hogs the blankets?
you’d think allison bc she enjoys the height of luxury at All Times but it’s renee actually she nests it’s what she does
I think bc she’s so comfortable that she subconsciously lets herself take more than her fair share
who gets more sad?
allison is more outwardly sad, and it manifests itself in a shade that’s almost angry, almost nothing at all
she hates that she never got to see what seth could have been and she hates that her parents don’t love her and she hates the sight of her own face sometimes
renee doesn’t let the darkness in but when she does she spirals, hard, and she can’t even feel worthy of the cross she wears or the friends she keeps
who is better at cheering the other up?
allison is such a whirlwind that she can crush sadness under her stilettos tbh like if renee can’t quite get her serene mask tied at the back allison will come in with truckloads of food and a brand fuckin new rhinestone cross (it was the early 2000′s… leave them be) and Dan in tow, and they talk around renee until she feels herself enough to pay attention and actually… smile a real smile
renee is a soother and she knows how to fight bad moods off, so she can calm people down, but allison can pump them up
who’s the one that playfully slaps the other all the time after they make silly jokes?
i feel like renee is more likely to just look very wryly and fondly at allison if she says something ridiculous, but allison would be more of a slapper
who is more streetwise?
LMAO uh renee. next
who is more wise?
renee has that kind of all-knowing aura about her like I bet she knows the weirdest shit. Allison is smart in a very straightforward, brisk, I know how to fix this or work this out way, but renee just. knows things
who’s the shyest?
also hilarious allison will stare a stranger down until they cower and die and renee is the most soft-spoken kiddo on earth
like it’s more of a self-imposed restraint than shyness but the fact remains that allison is an extrovertTM and renee is always going to look calm next to her
who boasts about the other more?
allison thinks renee is the best thing that’s ever happened and she will show renee off the same way she shows off her wealth tbh bc renee is PRECIOUS to her anyway
who sits on who’s lap?
renee sits in allison’s for height reasons, and bc allison buries her face in her hair and calls her baby when she does and it’s this whole spectacle
•Mark Cohen is still Bi and going strong twenty years later god bless
•they dabbed during La Vie Bohemé after “ to any passing fad”
•Mark just threw himself up on the table during La Vie Bohemé
• Angel jumps off the table in like full out 7 in heels
• The entirety of Out Tonight and Mimi in general
• Angel boops Mark’s nose in Santa Fe and Collins’ in You Okay Honey
• Our entire theatre started mooing when Maureen asked
• Christmas Bells is amazing
•Roger joins in on “ reasons says I should’ve died three years ago”
•When Benny says “ You’ll see boys he lifts Angel’s skirt”
•Roger mimics Mimi’s dance on “ I once was born to be bad”
•At one point Benny was doing a dance thing to the camera and Roger mimicked that too
•They just tangoed across the entire stage during the Tango Maureen
•All of Roger’s lines during Goodbye Love were directed towards Mark
• Like even when Mimi was singing to him he tried to tear away and go to Mark
•They changed “ you can take the girl outta Hicksville ” to “ You can take the girl outta Jersey”
•The lighting!! Just wow
• Honestly I hate Contact so much but the Angel was just so good that it made it better
• Angel’s new costume!!
•Without You was also surprisingly good
•Out Tonight had the best intro bc it comes after a ton of softer songs and then Mimi just comes in w/ a big guitar note
•Also the choreo for Out Tonight is my fav right next to What You Own’s
•Kaleb Wells is one of the best Rogers in my opinion
•Kaleb and Skyler and David and Aaron’s chemistry was off the charts
• The cast is my new favorite
• Danny sounded exactly like a mix of Anthony Rapp and Adam Kantor
•When Collins said “ you can drum a gentle drum” Mark does a little beat on the drum
•" Next up, vampire welfare queens who are compulsive bowlers!“
Tl;DR: this musical ruined my life please get tickets to this tour I’m physically sobbing