also are you kidding me 'get busy' didn't make the list

appreciation post for the under rated newsies.

yes I love jack, davey, crutchie, les and spot. but I would like to acknowledge some of the unsung heroes of newsies the musical.

the ensemble deserves just as much love.

race- nobody can tell me that he doesn’t have some of the most iconic lines in the show. also he manages to do everything the others do, with a cigar in his mouth. -Ryan Breslin, Giuseppe Bausilio, Ben Cook, Daniel Switzer-

specs- is the newsie that knows everything, he gave jacks sketches to Katherine and sparked the beginning of the children’s crusade. -Ryan Steele, John Michael Fiumara, Jordan Samuels-

buttons- possibly the saltiest of all the newsies, constantly calling everyone out, while still managing to look innocent and adorable. -JP Ferreri, Jess LeProtto, Damon Gillespie, Chaz Wolcott-

jojo- without a doubt, no matter the cast, always has the biggest smile, and best expressions on that stage. -Corey Hommerston, Thayne Jasperson, Hogan Fulton, Nico Greetham, Joshua Burrage-

finch- single handedly made slingshots cool again. -Aaron Albano, Julian DeGuzman, David Guzman, Iain Young-

mush- that kid can always tumble like nobodys business -Max Ehrich, Ephram Sykes, David Guzman, Jack Sippel, Nick Masson-

albert- one of the few newsies that can challenge race’s sass. -Garett Hawe, Daniel Quadrino, Sky Flaherty-

sniper- was played by a girl for the entirety of the tour. damn. -Scott Shendenhelm, Alex Wong, Jacob Guzman, Ginna Claire Mason, Kaitlyn Frank, Daniel Switzer-

mike/morris- it takes a lot of takent to make a bully likeable, and yet somehow they manage to do it. -Mike Faist, Adam Kaplan, Mike Ryan, Devin Lewis-

ike/oscar- both the delanceys have some insane quick changes, yet still never miss an entrance. -Brendon Stimpson, Jon Hacker, Anthony Norman-

smalls- get it kid, be proud of the bronx. -Laurie Valdheer, Molly Jobe, Josh Assor, Julian DeGuzman-

henry- is here to keep things real and will show you who’s boss. also can’t understand race. -Kyle Coffman, Iain Young, DeMarius Copes, Michel Rios-

elmer- pure comic relief, you can never have enough Elmer. -Evan Kasprzak, Jeff Heimbrock, Anthony Zas-

kenny- may have only been there for the filmed production but that doesn’t mean we forgot you. -Jack Sippel-

tommy boy- has possibly the best reactions onstage. -Tommy Bracco, Michael Dameski-

kid blink- another newsie only named in the filmed production, played by the one and only Andy Richardson, someone who’s been in every American cast of newsies. nobody deserves to carry the namesake of Louis Balett, the kid that inspired this all. -Andy Richardson-

romeo- oh romeo, you cheeky little charmer. -Andy Richardson, Hogan Fulton, Tommy Martinez, Nico DeJesus-

peanuts- only part of the paper mill production, but had one of the most developed backstories of any ensemble newsie -Jack Scott-

feel free to add your own ;)

(EDIT: this post was written before the live recording was released. you can find an updated list here )

anonymous asked:

Hi Melly. After 2 painful weeks, here are my thoughts on solo!loam that you def didn't ask for 1) He's willing and able to sell a narrative, obvs 2) for all the line-learning he clearly hasn't spent any significant time with a real human infant 3) when he relaxes he's quite camp, and most likeable 4) he's still fond of Z (he sounded genuinely put out when an interviewer said Z was her least fave) but happy to throw him under the bus when it suits 5) Conclusion: Liam is ruthless as fuck.

Here’s the thing! Loammy is a beautiful, talented puppy man - but he is also a Business Hoe of the first order.  We knew this since he was 1D’s proxy for important documents - the company man to sell the narratives nobody else wanted to (and for sure that couldn’t have been easy).  For all we’ve come to love and see this Loam:


I think this Loam also fully exists too

And I can honestly tell you that to be a Business Hoe at Loammy’s level, the choices he makes and the way he conducts himself in his personal and professional life are probs two different and distinct things for him, and that doesn’t negate him being a kind or good dude outside of that (I’m on cold medicine fully tell me if i’m not making sense).

After seeing the endless avalanche of Cherliam Lifetime Original Movie kid fics that Liam has doled out over the last two weeks (and holy fuck was it an avalanche), I will agree with you on the first two points that he is willing & able to sell a narrative, and also that he’s never actually spent significant time with a human baby person. For all these stories sound terribly convincing on the surface, if you ask folks who actually have infants, they don’t quite match up, and what’s more, they aren’t *doing* anything for his image. Talking about changing nappys and being peed on, only to sing a  (catchy) song about grinding in a club titled “Strip That Down” doesn’t work. The stories are also super off-putting - not just to the fandom, but to the GP - and I don’t know why they haven’t at least black listed the subject of Loammy meeting Cheryl at 14, for all its grooming overtones. 

I also agree that there’s fondness for Zayn. I don’t think this just magically washes away

There is so much potential to be huge with Loammy, and the names attached to his first record are all the best in their field. If there are any interns out there who can help fix this, please for the love of fuck roll up your sleeves, use all that feedback that you’ve gotten over the last two weeks that prove that the Cherliam Kid Fic Tour is not a good marketing point, and get your shit together.

That time Tim Drake gave a speech but it was all memes

okay this is late but based off this post by @askagothamite

if you’ve never played, “what are the odds” is like truth or dare, but someone says “What are the odds you’ll do this” and then depending on how much you’re willing to do it you give them the odds, ex. 1 out of 25. Then on the count of three you both say a number between 1 and 25 and if it’s the same number you have to do the thing. so saying the odds and 1 out of 2 is like a fifty-fifty chance. i’ll stop rambling now.


Bruce sighs deeply as he removes his cowl, almost sticking to his face from all the leftover grime of the latest Justice League mission. His muscles are stiff and sore, but he is unwilling to admit to himself that he had a little trouble keeping up with Dinah earlier in the day. Deep in thought about just when she got so damn fast, he vaguely picks up the sound of a local news channel echoing through the corridors of the cave. One of the boys must have left it on, for the rest of those who frequent the space have respect for conserving energy.

He trudges out of the garage and towards the TV screens, feeling quite at home after spending a day in sunny Metropolis. Bruce expects at least a couple of the kids to be hanging around, as they tend to do, but he finds himself alone. He allows himself to enjoy the feeling of bliss. The man settles down in his chair, ready to enter some new files, as he listens in on the TV playing above him.

“-The Gotham Knights beating the Metropolis Meteors by four runs this afternoon…” Bruce snickers as he realizes Clark will be writing that story up for tomorrow. It’s the little things. But the news lady drones on, this time with more inflection, “But the main story tonight is of course Timothy Drake-Wayne, former acting CEO of Wayne Enterprises and Bruce Wayne’s adopted son, announcing a very surprise press conference…”

Batman feels any ounce of what was once tranquility leave his body. He knows Tim is a smart kid. A really smart kid. But he also knows his drive. The way he will see anything to its end. And recently, things with the kids have been a little tense. He gives up any hope of filing, all his attention is solely on what might come out of his son’s mouth.

Bruce watches as the teenager walks on stage, dressed smartly and with the biggest shit-eating grin on his face. Tim catches the camera and gives it a long stare with a smug smile, one that boldly says nothing but “I win.” The older man sinks into his chair, regretting ever coming home. The kids have been insufferable lately, even more than usual. It all started when Duke showed them a game he used to play as a kid. “What Are The Odds?”

He cringes everytime he hears the phrase, because he knows it will definitely be followed by an act of public stupidity. Now their version of “Truth or Dare?”, it started out innocently enough. A fun way to get them through slow nights of patrol or Wayne Galas that never seem to end. But, “What are the odds you’ll knock-knock ditch that house?” quickly devolved into “What are the odds you’ll swing all the way back to the manor in nothing but your domino mask?”

Bruce knows his kids, and he knows that none of them are very great at losing. It is in their nature to take a fun children’s game and twist it into a cut-throat competition, with most of the bets going at 1 out of 2 odds, almost guaranteeing the crazy dares with how in-sync all of them are.  

He can only imagine what this one might be.

Tim moseys up to the microphone stand, with a certain swagger about him. Bruce can say a lot about his kids, but none of them lack confidence when they need it. He watches as Tim tries to grab the microphone, and struggles as he can’t get it out. Suddenly, it slides out of the holder and careens towards him, clocking the former robin in the nose and making a hideous screeching noise as it bounces on the stage.

Bruce slowly lowers his head into his hands, rubbing his aching temples. He sees right through Tim’s theater acting routine, but his audience seems to have bought it.

Except for a few concerned gasps, the mass crowd of media personnel that had quickly gathered minutes before this impromptu meeting was dead silence as they watched the young man stumble around onstage.

Tim finally gathers his bearings, leaning down to acquire the forgotten microphone. As he straightens back up he mumbles something under his breath. But it was just clear enough to be unmistakeable.

“Thanks, Batman.”

Bruce pauses as every muscle in his body goes stiff. He knows what this is. He hates that he knows what this is.

Tim loudly clears his throat when upright again. He looks at a crumpled paper in his hand, but Bruce knows whatever he’s about to say he’s got memorized no doubt. The teen begins his speech with the utmost sincerity.

“Thank you all for joining me today on such short notice. But I believe this is a topic that needed to be addressed. I recently, and I’m sure you have too, have noticed an uptick of conversations surrounding a certain “conspiracy” on many internet chatrooms.”

Batman wonders what he did to deserve this.

“2,786. Not only is that the number of siblings I have, but it also happens to be the number of men, and women, compiled onto a very comprehensive list of possible masked crusaders.”

Tim clicks the remote in his hand, causing the powerpoint displayed behind him to advance. This slide displays the words “WHO IS THE BATMAN?” boldly typed in Comic Sans, surrounded by pictures of various celebrities, politicians, prominent members of society, and some random stock images. Each and every one of them has a black mask sloppily drawn onto the tops of their faces, likely with MS Paint.

“And among this list is someone very dear to my heart.”

He advances the slideshow once more, and the title this time is “BRUCE WAYNE.” Below it is a picture of a man with dark hair, pale skin, a sharp business suit, and a drawn Batman mask, someone who happens to be most definitely not Bruce Wayne.

The camera pans to a familiar group of young people in the audience, ones fighting very hard to keep their straight faces. Bruce swears he even sees a tear roll down Dick’s cheek. He doesn’t care if most of them have moved out, they’re all grounded.

“Rumors like these are not victimless crimes. They are hurtful and damaging. Batman’s street cred takes a hit every time someone compares him to rich, sissy businessmen like us. If this trend continues at the rate it’s growing, the Batman will no longer be able to operate. Maybe he’ll just become a supervillain. None of them are really that frightening.”

Bruce’s phone is ringing but he does not want to talk to Lucius at the moment. He’ll deal with the PR disaster tomorrow.

“Like seriously, I heard Batman once played Russian Roulette with a loaded gun and won. Bruce stubbed his toe the other day and cried for like three hours.”

Bruce would get him back for that one next time he sees the Teen Titans. He just needs to decide which embarassing secret to tell.

“In conclusion, Bruce Wayne is not Batman. I sort of wish he was, but he’s not. Who we really should be looking into is Keanu Reeves.”

Tim takes a deep breath and brings the microphone close.

“Because despite whatever proof you think you might have, the butts. don’t. match.”

The Poisonous Apple (Boss! Jimin x reader)

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1,738

A/N: So this is my first try at pure fluff, and it didn’t turn out the way I wanted to or as well as I had hoped, but I certainly did my best. I hope you all enjoy and thank you for reading!

Summary: He was a poisonous apple as long as all you had was mindless intimacies, but if you consume poison long enough does it start being sweet? Or was it ever poison in the first place?

Originally posted by letstalkaboutjimin

A drunken Snow White I met on Halloween once told me, “If you take a bite of a poisonous apple often enough, it starts to taste like a delicate ripe fruit.”

He is my poisonous apple.

Park Jimin is everything I shouldn’t want and everything I need in one human.

“The boss’s son is here!” My coworkers hushed voice pulled me out of my trance. She was gushing, “What if he looks our way like last time?”

I blinked, “He-WHAT?!” I lifted my head from my cubicle desk.

The boss’s son.

Park fucking Jimin.

Jimin is the poisoned apple in my life. He’s so beautiful, but he is nothing but trouble for any fool who takes a bite. I am that fool. You see, he and I have been in a certain arrangement for a year that started with his typical flirting which then lead to more private sessions. Those private sessions led to messy feelings for both parties, and we are currently in a bit of a not a couple’s quarrel.

I am shamefully easily enchanted, and Jimin looked like he came from a fairy tale: he had a successful job, good looks, and charisma no one could deny. And with all that, I ended up here in a sour mood and a broken heart after he said we could only measure up to “good friends” title-wise.

“I know! He’s so hot!” Hongra squealed, “How does my hair look?” She patted down her artificial blonde hair.

“How can you be so calm when the real boss is making employee cuts?” I sighed.

“Oh, y/n. You didn't’ hear? The son is taking over this branch now. He’ll be our new boss! Oh, I could just die!” She wore a goofy smile on her mesmerizing face.

“I’d prefer if I didn’t lose a worker by death the first day I come.” A silky smooth voice that made me stomach churn came from behind Hongra as she jumped, “Also they’re not cuts, just forced transfers to our new branch where my father moved.”

She blushed profusely as Jimin leaned on my side of the cubicle, “I’m sorry, Mr. Park. I’ll get back to work.” Hongra spoke briskly as she scurried back to her cubicle.

“Ms. L/n, can I speak to you?” Jimin looked at me with a shining glint in his eye.

I’m so fired.

“Yes, sir.” I stood up as we walked to his office with my wobbly knees.

As we entered the large office with the blinds closed, I crossed my arms, “Do it.” I huffed as he turned to me, “Fire me.”

“Baby,” He placed my hands in his as he walked backward to lean on his mahogany desk, “I’m not going to fire you.” He cooed.

I tsked, throwing his hands down, “Then what is it? I have a lot of work to do.”

“No, you don’t.” He smirked knowingly. I sighed, he wasn’t wrong. My work was fairly easy to finish early.

“Why am I here, Mr. Park?” I snapped as he put a hand over his chest to feign hurt at my formality, “I don’t have time for friendly interactions during work hours.”

At my words, his mischievous glint dulled. This was a shock to me. Poison doesn’t soften, so why was he suddenly losing that toxic look?

“Baby, don’t be like that.” He whined, grabbing my hands again, “Are you still mad about that little thing-”

“Where I said I wanted us to be something, you came on my stomach, and then said I was a good friend?” I recalled bitterly, “Yeah, pretty pissed.”

He sighed, “Y/n?” Jimin gave me his puppy eyes.

“No, I refuse to feel like some cheap whore,” I pouted, “Either you want to be something or you don’t.”

“Now don’t you pout baby girl,” He raised his hand to have his thumb lightly push my lip in, “Tell me exactly what you want.”

I could feel myself heating up under his mere touch, “I told you,” My voice had gone undeniably softer, “I want us to be official.”

When Jimin had picked me up for the first time, you’d think I’d be the toxins in his fruit with the scandal of me being an employee, but we had initially intended our relations to be discreet. Even though I warned him I fall easily, he insisted we try to keep it casual,but of course, my dumb ass isn’t capable of casual.

He nodded as if I offered him a business deal and he was taking it under mild consideration, “How do you feel about me?”

My eyes immediately casted down as my cheeks flushed, “Please don’t make me confess again.”

The way he looked at me was spellbinding. I couldn’t look away from his burning eyes filled with so much passion, but was that passion for me or my body? I was in a trance, and he was happily leading himself closer and closer to my lip.

“Tell me how you feel.” He mused, “Come on, baby.” He brought his hand to my face to stroke my cheek with his thumb.

I blinked, breaking free from his toxic clutch, and threw his hand down, “Stop that. I’m not here to feed your ego, “ I hissed, “You know what? I love you!” I snapped, “And we’re done.” I made my way out of the office only to feel a hand close itself around my list.

“I love you, y/n!” I sighed, wiggling my arm free.

I huffed, “Do you even know what couples in love do?” He just stared at me, “They have fun movie nights and snuggle, not make out to whatever is on HBO. They shyly hold hands in the street, not make out in an alleyway. They do stupid love stuff, not stupid lust stuff.” I sighed, “Now is not the time. I have work to do.” I bowed then left the room with a heavy and beating heart.


After work, I decided to treat myself to some shitty romance comedy with some sweet ice cream due to the emotional turmoil a black haired demon brought upon me. I was halfway done with a tissue box when the doorbell rang, causing me to put my ice cream on the coffee table while I brushed off my gray sweatpants and a baggy black t-shirt.

Upon opening the door, I immediately wanted to slam it.

Low and behold a sinfully beautiful being stood in my doorway rocking the same general outfit as me, except he made it look fit for an Adonis like himself. I groaned as I studied him, “What?” I stomped like a little kid.
“Cute, we have couple outfits.” He smirked and I tried to shut the door, but he stopped it with his foot. It was then he pulled out a caramel apple adorned with delicious sprinkles, “You once said giving you a candy apple was ensuring a yes to a future marriage proposal.” His head was cast mostly down to his the red tint dusting his cheeks.

Where was all of this coming from? I hesitantly grabbed the apple from his grasp, “What’s with the sudden change of heart?” I questioned suspiciously, “Is this your way of telling me I’m fired?!” I gasped, “Park Jimin if you think that giving me an apple will make up for making me jobless then you-” I was cut off by the softest kiss that had ever been planted on my lips.

It was different from the usual lust-filled toxic ones. This one was the sweetest I had ever tasted. Jimin brought his hand up to hold the back of my head while his other hand anchored itself on my hip as he guided me backward into my home, closing the door as he stepped into the threshold of my habitat. The kiss broke apart naturally, and we were still left panting for more of each other, “So, “Jimin gave me his rare warm smile, “What are we watching?”


It was a new feeling. My heart was pounding for some reason as Jimin sat next to me on the sofa. I had been with him so many times, not to mention in much more intimate ways, but never like this, like an actual couple. As we watched the movie, my leg was nervously bouncing. Upon noticing this, he placed his hand lightly on my knee, stroking his thumb lightly on my skin, “What’s wrong, baby?” He mused, placing a kiss on my shoulder.

“N-Nothing.” I blushed as I stuttered. With that, he nodded as he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling me closer to him. His hand brushed my own, and it felt electricity shot through me, causing me to bite down on the apple I had been eating. However, the sprinkled fell onto my shirt as the apple’s juices dripped down my chin.

My eye’s widened in a moment of panic while I put the apple on the plate I set out on the coffee table as I made the mistake of looking up at him with all the mess still on my face. Jimin chuckled a little but as he wiped some of it off my chin using his other hand, “God, you’re so beautiful, y/n.” He spoke genuinely.

“Shut up,” I whined as I hit his chest with my hand, which he caught and intertwined with his own.

“Do you know how long I’ve been in love with you? How many times I wanted to tell you? And the one time you said it, I fucked it up, because I was scared.” I looked up at him to meet his eyes, “I was scared you’d eventually realize I’m not that great or find someone better-”

“There’s no one better.” I added, “Do you want to know when I realized it? The night it was a big storm and you sang me to sleep. Not during sex or a fancy dinner, just on a night like this.”

“Y/n, I love you.” He spoke softly while he looked into my eyes as shivers went down my spine, “Will you officially be mine?”

I nodded excitedly, “I love you too, Jimin.” I gave him a brisk kiss that quickly turned into anything but brisk as the night turned into anything but sleeping, but this time, it meant something.

It’s moments like these where I wonder if he ever was poison at all. Maybe he was just an apple too stubborn to ripen. Either way, all I have now is a sweet fruit I wish to keep in my grasp.

He Ain't Heavy (He's My Brother)

Summary: Four Times Ford Shirked His Big Brother Responsibilities and One Time He Stepped Up

For the anon who requested I make a fic based on @vertibird’s wonderful AU idea where Ford gets his shit together a lot earlier, big brother instincts triggered by Stan’s tears. The prompt sorta took on a life of its own, but I hope you like it!

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the most cheesiest collection of natepat monster aus bc how perfect can these two be for one, amiright

1. Ghosts

Mat knows he’s not afraid of the paranormal; why go into the business if he was? He’s been investigating occurrences in LA for a good two years and loves nothing more than getting to the bottom of the paranormal. Even places out of LA he’s gone to because of this business.

But when he says he’s not afraid, this maybe the one time he is. Well, afraid isn’t the word, more like curiously speechless.

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  • "Your file has been most interesting to read, ____."
  • "You tell anyone about that and I will rip every last resistor off your circuit board with my teeth."
  • "We're tight. We go way back."
  • "Oh. Wasn't worried..."
  • I don't wanna come off as a gushing fanatic but I've really enjoyed your work."
  • "Oh are you an actor!? I'm talking about how well you handle a gun, it's very impressive."
  • "I read your book when it came out."
  • "You teach diplomacy, I get called in when diplomacy fails."
  • "I just need to feel a familial connection, ya'know?"
  • "___ says I'm not really allowed to say that word anymore."
  • "Really!? What did you think?"
  • "I'd rather relive those days than drink another one."
  • "I hope you're not offended, but I'm not really familiar with your career."
  • "I hear you're also an actor."
  • "The great thing about you not knowing much about me is I can tell you bullshit like that."
  • "So all these years later has your opinion of me changed?"
  • "I'd rather not state the names if it's worth the same to you."
  • "That is a nice exterior you have."
  • "Alright, but make it quick."
  • "Permission to speak freely, ___?"
  • "I have come to a singular conclusion. You scare me..."
  • "In hindsight, do you see that as a wise decision?"
  • "I'll have you know everything we use is 100% designed and made in the U.S.A."
  • "You honestly can't believe that can you?"
  • "Yeah! Just like- Damn!"
  • "Why is that so hard to believe?"
  • "You make a very compelling point."
  • "Good, you're learning,"
  • "What? Me? No, I'm sure of thinking of somebody else."
  • "_____ and I had a long standing business arrangement."
  • "I don't believe you."
  • "I never understood why men with your natural martial talent never joined the special forces."
  • "What's it like being part if that?"
  • "Thank you for pointing that out."
  • "I can't really be there if I'm already there. You know what I mean?""
  • "Are you high?"
  • "Heard you kidnapped me or something."
  • "That was business."
  • "And what about seducing me and make me serve your every little fantasy?"
  • "Never really thought I'd be seeing you like this again."
  • "Hey, aggressive and vengeful is fun. Though I think that's the part you didn't catch on to."
  • "Uh, sometimes you have to spell it out for me."
  • "You ever take anything seriously?"
  • "I still don't believe you're real, you know."
  • "OK, now you're projecting here."
  • "Well you're a... Wait, what?"
  • "Hey, I just call it as I see it."
  • "Well, let me give you a tip. There is no even."
  • "I believe that you did that all on your own, little [GENDER]."
  • "What have you ever accomplished?"
  • "I was a big fan of yours."
  • "I learned so much from you."
  • "No, man. I learned so much about the real world. You know, the real world. With the people with no faces and messages on everything."
  • "Baby Jesus, you folks are freaks."
  • So, you got anything good on you?"
  • "I tried to kill you and you're hitting me up for ____?"
  • "Sounds perfect to me."
  • "Bet it was a good read."
  • "The list of people killed by you was the longest I'd seen in my entire career."
  • "Shit seemed so much simpler in the old days, didn't it _____?"
  • "What's so funny?"
  • "Not if you wanna keep breathing."
  • "It's like someone is intentionally trying to put us together to see what'll happen. Fucking fan-fiction."
  • "So, how many times?"
  • "I dunno fifty is pretty impressive."
  • "Despite everything I've done with my life, apparently that's what I'm known for."
  • "Well, you're in impressive company."
  • "Me? No, God no, of course not... not that I didn't consider it, once or twice."
  • "Why does everyone keep saying that?"
  • "Guess we both fucked up."
  • "Yeah, we were a pair, you and me."
  • "It is fucked up that we can talk right now."
  • "Looks like we were both too blind for our own good."
  • "Tried to blow 'em up on a boat."
  • "What? No, nothing like... ha, well I'll be damned."
  • "A-ahm. Then, how are you here?"
  • "I can't get over how much different you are from your other you."
  • "I guess you and me have a lot in common after all."
  • "How about that sport's team?"
  • "Hell, if someone wrote that in a book there isn't anyone in the world who'd read that shit."
  • "Why you gotta be a dream killer, man?"
  • "That chick told me something pretty interesting."
  • "She says a lot of crazy shit."
  • "I did mess you up pretty bad."
  • "I already won once. I don't need to do it again."
  • "How you holding up? Things getting too crazy for you?"
  • "Did I ever tell you about the time I choked a man to death with my bare hands?"
  • "I can still feel his pulse, beating against the palms of my hand, getting slower and softer, until nothing."
  • "Oh, where have you heard that?"
  • "From the last fantasy game I saw online."
  • "So, you were some big hotshot gangster?"
  • "Did it piss you off to find out she faked her death just to get out of her contract?"
  • "Hurts like a bitch when it's gonna rain."
  • "Watch yourself old man."
  • "Don't get mad at me for telling the truth."
  • "It's amazing the lives I've changed just telling my story."
  • "If I got even one kid off the street it was all worth it."
  • "This was not the downer I was looking for."
  • "Yeah, I had to give that up at some point."
  • "Cause I am totally family material."
  • "I'm not getting anywhere with this argument, am I?"
  • "Are you sure you do not want to go out with me sometime?"
  • "It is just that I have been alone for so long and you and I have so much in common."
  • "I gotta be honest, I don't see any real similarity."
  • "Thanks for rescuing me."
  • "It was on the way!"
  • "Why a whiny brat like him?"
  • "But he's so fucking annoying."
  • "Are you jealous that I did not approach you with the offer?"
  • "Wait, you haven't told anybody, have you?"
  • "Do you want me to tell everyone about what you kept in that locked drawer in your desk?"
  • "You set an example for a lot of men who were questioning their own fashion choices and maybe even who they were inside."
  • "Hold on. By repopulate you mean?"
  • "So, I hear you're really good with computers and stuff."
  • "I guess being taken hostage really changes you."
  • "He ended getting killed when he tattooed the number for the police department's tip hotline to the back of his hand."
  • "Why do humans see the need to permanently mark their body with ink?"
  • "Why do robots see the need to ask such stupid pointless questions?"
  • "You simply don't get it, you had no chance, ever."
  • "You heard about that psychotic witchdoctor before me?"
  • "Kind of a cliché answer."
  • "Kind of a cliché conversation."
  • "Good point. I'll be quiet now."
  • "You know, I had a best friend named ____ once."
  • "I hope for your sake that's a compliment."
  • "How are you enjoying the field work?"
  • "Mastermind is more my speed."
  • "An allure? Is it spy-code for dirt, blood, fire, nausea and the insufferable blatherings of monosyllabic enemies that all look alike?"
  • "I imagine they have already seen themself naked."
  • "What are you doing after this? Maybe see where things go?"
  • "You're not nearly the psychopathic killing machine I was led to believe."
  • "You and I share that."
  • "Oh God! You're one of those."
  • "A thug? Are you saying that I am just a thug?"
  • "You really wanna shut your mouth now, son."
  • "I admit I feel the most direct kinship with you."
  • "We're outcasts, you and I. Strangers even amongst peers."
  • "This is... probably a strange time to mention it, but you were one of the best bad guys."
  • "I even had one of your action figures."
  • "Who would have thought, eh? You and me fighting side by side."
  • "Your brawn and my brains, your sass and my good looks, we're like a buddy cop show."
  • "There's no way you could have known that information, my cover was flawless."
  • "Well, that's quite a theory you have there."
  • "You know, I was like you once, I thought I could take down ____ and carry on with business as usual."
  • "You know, that wouldn't have been a bad idea."
  • "It's nice to get to talk to you on a more personal level."
  • "On second thought, I have enough friends."
  • "You almost remind me of my former assistants."
  • "Well, they actually had a measure of intelligence"
  • "Hey, if you ever get back into the whole criminal thing again, I can totally get you the hookup for good product."
  • "You don't employ any crazy dudes with Machetes do you?"
  • "Do I make you uncomfortable? If so, I apologize."
  • "You are always backing away from me and giving sideways glances as if I am contagious."
  • "So you're the playa's right-hand man. How's that working out for you?"
  • "Sorry man, but you gotta let that shit go."
  • "Oh that's funny. Coming from the people who scarred my face."
  • "I'm not looking to make friends here."
  • "That about sums it up. Yeah."
  • "You think you've gone crazy, don't you?"
  • "You know, I'm a pretty popular singer now."
  • "I was thinking we can hang some time. I let you hear some of my tracks."
  • "I have been watching footage of your old fighting matches."
  • "Funny how two completely different worlds can create things that are so similar."
  • "I am sure it was completely coincidental. You will be hearing from my attorneys."
  • "It's nice to see a celebrity who can handle a gun, seems most of them can barely land a punch."
  • "I hear you brother, no shit."
  • "Guy who played you sounds nothing like you though."
  • "____ is more powerful than you can imagine."
  • "Are you saying I don't have personality?"
  • "Cool it, ___. I'm just fucking with you."
  • "Oh no! Don't even speak to me. You don't get that right."
  • "Open your mouth again and you'll be singing falsetto permanently."
  • "I know. Man, those were good times."
  • "I thought I listened to you die. I thought that if we'd only gone back for you we could've stopped it."
  • "I'm right here, I didn't die and besides, that wouldn't have been on you."
  • "I'd say sorry about ____, but that bitch nearly ran me over with her car."
  • "You know, we took on a whole gang of maniacal wrestlers in masks years ago."
  • "Oh, well. He's dead now."
  • "Ahh, it takes a strong soul to stand up to ____. Huh, you seem to me more than your hooker getup suggests."
  • "But you do look completely like a hooker."
  • "You are a terrible mistress and should be ashamed."
  • "Oh! Ah, terribly sorry. It's just, well, look at you."
  • "I like your shoes."
  • "Yeah, they're pretty nice, I guess."
  • "The skirt, looks good on you."
  • "Ya got anything to eat? I'm starving."
  • "I'm just saying I'm willing to forgive and forget if you are honey."
  • "You ain't getting close enough to shank me."
  • "This whole invasion thing has fucked up everything. You know?"
  • "You step out of line just once and I'll find an even bigger building to drop your ass from."
  • "Just how much of your body is tattooed?"
  • "Any chance you might be looking for a good time?"
  • "Streets are so noisy, I figure we could go some place more quiet. Maybe my place at nine. You bring the wine, I'll bring... my questions."
  • "Two glasses of that and I just can't control myself."
  • "Man, I loved you as a bad guy back in the day."
  • "Then you became a good guy and I was like what the hell."
  • "God! I don't know why the ____ calls in you people for help. I mean what the hell."
  • "Look, just because I was on the opposing side doesn't mean I'm some lesser being."
  • "I was a member of a voodoo gang. Thank you very much."
  • "So can you play music or anything useful?"
  • "Yes, I have quite a large library of music from your world."
  • "I thought you were some kind of servant robot, so come on play something."
  • "Is there any way I can get an autograph some time?"
  • "Personally I hate hippy bullshit."
  • "You, woah, this is trippy. I can't believe I'm hanging out with the guy from that Ghost Busting movie."
  • "You're like an empire god, you know all the tricks. I learned a lot. That's how I built a legion of loyal followers."
  • "You know someone who deals in tiny plastic toy ponies?"
  • "What the hell. This is bullshit, man."
  • "It's just, you know, it's a skirt. Not exactly the manliest outfit, especially for taking alien hordes in crime ridden city."
  • "Just because we're not in the ring doesn't mean I won't lay your ass out."
  • "You know what I wear under my kilt? Your girlfriend's lipstick."
  • "I gotta say ____ you're looking really good."
  • "Come on, if we're gonna work together you have to get over..."
  • "Nice. Something about power makes a woman really sexy."
  • "You know maybe after we're done here you and me should talk some more."
  • "I suppose ____ told you about the time I tried to get her take a bullet for me."
  • "Ehh. I've had guys do worse."
Without a Doubt, You're the One I Dream About

Title: Without a Doubt, You’re the One I Dream About
Warnings: None
Pairings: Louis/Harry, Zayn/Liam
Words: +13000
Summary: Louis is rich and famous. Harry works at his daughters daycare center. Zayn and Liam are madly in love. Niall is Louis’ friend with transportation benefits. Maybe, somehow, everything will work out okay. Someday.
A/N: this was going to be short but no. No that never works out for me. In the middle of writing this my computer decided to be a dipshit and malfunction, so I had go finish it on my phone. That’s why at one part the indents aren’t as indented. I know, arrest me. Well enjoy. Sorry if it sucks. Might do a sequel if ya want because I feel like it doesn’t wrap up enough. I apologize for any spelling errors or what not, I tried to fix what I could but quite frankly I’m tired. I’ll fix it more later. Enjoy xx

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