I’m sure someone else has designed a box-head Mettaton but I wanted to have a go at it. Yes, that’s his adorable news reporting suit because I can’t say no to lots of red. I really like this design so far! Poor Frisk has to suffer through this fab dweeb’s BS. Please help them.
“Sometimes I look at Kelli O’Hara and I think all the girls in the fairy tales were based on her. She’s beautiful. She’s funny. She’s smart. She sings like nobody on the planet. She dances like Ginger Rogers— I don’t even think she knew that, but she does. She’s been in nine Broadway shows. She’s been nominated for five Tony Awards. She has an amazing husband, two wonderful children, and makes a mean grits casserole. She’s performed in everything from South Pacific to King Lear to our own The Bridges of Madison County, this season. She’s appeared with the New York Philharmonic, been on Sex and the City, performed at Carnegie Hall, and three times at the Kennedy Center Honors, But here’s the deal, folks: Kelli O’Hara is no princess. Bart Sher says that what makes Kelli so spectacular is that she is a woman on stage. She brings a woman’s understanding and emotion to every part she plays. She will not let a word or a lyric get by her that isn’t right. And when everything is right, she falls into your arms and you cannot imagine ever being loved by anybody else.”
Happy 41st Birthday to the best there is, Kelli O’Hara!
A/N: This is my first reader insert. This is also the first smut that I’ve done on here so bear with me. I also feel like the story line was all over the place, so I apologize in advance. Also, I apologize for any spelling and/or grammar mistakes as I’ve procrastinated really hard on this, starting this in like early April and not finishing it until 1:30 in the morning today, and I am way too tired to proof read.
How do you deal with having a crush on the hottest girl in the office? Be a complete asshole and ignore her all the time, of course.
Admittedly not my best decision, but it’s kept me from fucking her in front our co-workers, so that’s something, right? And I can’t help it. It’s not my fault that she could literally be wearing a paper bag and I’d still get a hard on. The way her jeans hug her curves and the shirts that make her look sophisticated, yet sexy at the same time. Or when she wears these cute little sun-dresses and sandals that make her legs look amazing. It can make any man fall to his knees. And to make matters worse, I was her supervisor.
So I feel like Aaron and John would bond over animals. Like, John for the obvious reasons but Aaron too because I feel like he's someone who just kinda of likes to go sit and stare at nature. And like, I think Planet Earth would be one of their common interests.
It was a friday night and Aaron had just gotten home from work. Hamilton had been more irritable than usual, resulting in Aaron also being irritable-
“Those documents were supposed to be sent three days ago, Alexander!”
“Fuck off, Burr.”
So when he got inside, kicking off his shoes, he grabbed his phone and ordered a large pizza with all the fixin’s. Then, after quickly changing into his sweatpants and tank top, he plopped down on the couch and turned on planet earth. It wasn’t the most action packed of television material, but it always brought Aaron down after a long week.
He had just started the episode on forests, when a knock sounded from the door.
“That was fast.” he muttered, pausing the video and hopping off the couch.
Although, when he opened the door, money in hand, it wasn’t the pizza man.
“Hey Burr,” John said, his voice tired and monotonous, “what’s on the menu?”
Pushing passed him, Laurens entered the apartment, dumping his backpack on the ground by the door and kicking off his shoes, allowing them to fly across the room. Aaron sighed as the man took off his jacket, throwing it on a nearby chair.
Believe it or not, it wasn’t the fact that Laurens had shown up and taken over his apartment that surprised him. It was the fact that he was here alone.
“Laurens, what’s this about?”
“What, can’t I pay my dearest friend Aaron Burr a visit?”
“Usually not without being incredibly drunk.” Aaron said with a roll of his eyes, “Are the guys with you?”
John let out a bitter laugh and Aaron suddenly became aware of the dark circles under his eyes and the way his fists clenched in subtle anger.
“No,” he bit out, before stalking over to the couch and plopping down on it, “what’re we watching?”
Burr sighed, shutting the door behind him as he wandered back over to the sofa.
“You wanna talk about it?”
“No.” Laurens paused for a moment, looking at his socks, a soft frown on his face, “Alex yelled at me. I was trying to help and he screamed at me.”
“He seems to have been a bit on edge recently,” Aaron said.
“It’s his own fault, he works himself too hard and then takes it out on everyone around him.” he ran a hand through his wild hair and looked away, “But I didn’t come here to talk about Alexander.”
“I see.” Aaron nodded, meandering over to sit by his freckled friend on the couch, “well, I hope you like Planet Earth-”
“Burr no way, no way!” the man broke out into a huge smile, practically bouncing in his seat, “I love Planet Earth, how’d you know!?”
“I must be psychic, Laurens. Scooch over.”
Aaron laid down against the arm rest, his legs out slightly, pushing into John’s space. John had his feet up on the small table in front of them and when Burr complained, trying to kick his feet off, Laurens only laughed.
“You get it,” Aaron said, nudging Laurens with his foot, “money’s on the table.”
He got up, going over to open the door before letting out a small, albeit dramatic gasp.
“Pizza, Burr? You’re really going all out here. Have we classified this as a date yet?”
“No, now c’mon I’m hungry.”
“Well, I’m classifying this as a date.” Laurens muttered, bringing the pizza over to the couch.
“Did you know a group of King Vultures is called a solitary?”
“Did you know that seahorses don’t have stomachs? The food goes through so fast, they have to almost constantly eat to survive.”
“Did you know that the Spotted Salamander returns to the same mating pool every year? By the same route?”
“Did you know the Sun Bear looks like a bad drawing of a normal bear?”
Laurens snorted with laughter and Aaron joined in. The two had shifted positions, John now lying almost on top of Burr, his head on the other man’s chest, face turned to watch the television.
“Thanks for letting me stay, Burr.”
“It’s no problem, this is fun.” Aaron let his head loll back, thinking about the heavy feeling of Laurens’ on his chest.
“Not so bad for a first date, huh?” he moved to face Aaron, his chin resting on his chest.
“You’re hopeless.” Aaron sighed, but couldn’t help the small smile that crept up his face.
“Maybe so, but I’m the smart one. I got to spend all night with you, while Alex is probably working himself to death again. He doesn’t know what he’s missing.”
“But you’re gonna tell him?”
“Hell yeah!” John grinned, pushing himself up slightly, so that Burr was between his arms, “I’m gonna be bragging about this to him for weeks!”
iris - the goo goo dolls // better together - jack johnson // the scientist - coldplay // silhouette - aquilo // you are in love - travis atreo // say something - a great big world (ft. christina aguilera) // kiss me - ed sheeran // sleeping in my t-shirt - zak waters // thinking about you - edwin raphael // tennyson - adam barnes // i will follow you into the dark - death cab for cutie // love at first sight - the brobecks // she is love - parachute
i really kinda wanna tag you guys in things i made (edits, moodboards, aesthetics, poems etc) but i never know exactly who to tag? like idk who would be interested, so reblog this please if youre okay with it so i can always tag you in my things :)
(feel free to reblog this if it applies to you, so you can also tag the other people who reblog this in your creations, including me)
Gemma was suspended in a drowsy fog, her limbs as heavy as
if they’d been injected with lead. Movement felt impossible, but she had the
vague sense that she was being shaken. The nauseating sway made her retreat
farther into the murky reaches of her mind. She was exhausted. A hundred years
she could have slept and still she felt she wouldn’t dispel this fatigue. It
sunk deep within her bones, leaving her desperate to remain in this hazy
It was an all too familiar voice, but she slipped away from
it too. Why couldn’t he let her be? Why did he feel the need to drag her to the
surface when she was so content to be lost within this soothing obscurity?
“Wake up, Gemma. You have to wake up. Please, Gemma, wake
I’ve always kind of liked the fact that the powers of yugioh’s hero are explicitly based in darkness. atem uses dark magic. in fact, it’s the exact same type of magic that most of his enemies use. (his rival, actually, is the one who is aligned with the light.)
and his connection to the dark and use of dark magic doesn’t torment him, either, like one sees in a lot of heroes. while it is tied to the mystery he faces about his past, it’s not something he views as a curse, a cross to bear, or a necessary evil.
and I also rather like that it’s not something that ever changes about him. even post-character development, it’s not like he goes from using dark powers to using light ones. how/how often he uses them changes, but he never stops.
I guess I kind of like the idea of using something that is typically depicted as evil (and in canon, is often used for evil purposes) and utilizing it to do good