He’s an incredible actor. I’ve worked with him for a couple years now on [Hamilton] and we did Tick, Tick… Boom! together. I love him because he’s an improv guy, so you never know what you’re gonna get. He keeps you on your toes, and Lin is–he’s an animal, so that brings out the best in the people he’s across from.
—  Leslie Odom Jr. talks about working onstage with Lin-Manuel Miranda
Hamilton Broadway opening night
August 6, 2015
Je parle de cette douleur qui est tellement grande qu'elle ne semble même pas naître à l'intérieur de vous, c'est plutôt comme si vous aviez été enseveli par une avalanche. Voilà comment vous vous trouvez. Tellement enterré sous des tonnes de tristesse rocheuse que vous ne pouvez même pas parler. Vous êtes sûr et certain que personne ne va vous entendre.
Who You Gonna Call?

Originally posted by claracivry

Originally posted by chezalp

Kurt Wagner x Reader

Who You Gonna Call?

Author: Morgan

Prompt: I saw Ghostbusters. That is all. And I had feels. (Good feels. It was awesome!)

Note: I don’t know, I just figured 4 X-Boys as Ghostbusters + scaredy cat Kurt = good times all around.

Warnings: Spooky ghosts.

It was a dark and stormy night. Thunder boomed and lighting cracked, filling the night with an eerie chill. Kurt was tucked into his bed, curled up in his blankets and shivering. Sure, it was cold, but it wasn’t that cold. Odd.

His breath clouded in front of him like smoke. Kurt sat up, startled. Surely, this had to be a dream.

“K-Kurt?” Warren sat up, shaking with shivers as well. “Is it just me or does it seem cold to you?”

“I-I Zh-zhink it’s p-pretty c-cold…” Kurt rubbed his arms.

“Sh-should we go ch-check s-something?”

“P-probably.” Kurt nodded, getting up out of bed. He looked around the room. There was a strange green light coming from somewhere. Warren held out his arm in front of him to stop the little blue teleporter from going any closer.

“I w-wouldn’t d-do that, Kurt.”

The mirror fogged up and an invisible finger wrote on the glass.

Come play with me

“AAAAAAAAAAAAH!” the mutant teens ran out as fast as they could, Kurt grabbing Warren and teleporting to one of the living rooms downstairs. They looked at eachother, breathing heavily. Peter sped into the room dragging along a very startled and tired Scott.

“What’s the big idea?” Scott looked around tiredly.

“Yeah, what happened?” Peter asked. “You guys look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“I…I zhink ve have.” Kurt was wide-eyed, looking up the stairs as a bright blue specter drifted down towards them. It smiled wickedly, its face a mangled twisted mess.

“AAAAAAAAAAH!!” All four of the mutant boys screamed, running for the elevator down to the basement. Peter hit the button at the speed of light over and over and over again. Just before the ghost got into the elevator, the doors closed. The boys all sighed in relief.

“What do we do?” Scott asked, breathing heavily. Peter smirked, pulling his goggles down over his eyes.

“I have an idea.” Peter raced off to Hank’s lab. The others teleported there with Kurt, watching as Peter raced around the lab, throwing bits and pieces together. The end product looked something like backpacks with vacuum cleaners attached to the back of them.

“Vas ist das?” Kurt asked, eyeing the weapons curiously. Peter laid out four tan jumpsuits.  

“Gear up, boys. We’re going to bust us a ghost.”

*Cue the Ghostbuster theme song*  

The boys tiptoed through the halls of the mansion holding their vacuum guns in hand.

“You scared, Kurt?” Scott asked softly.


“Yes you.”

“I…I’m not afraid.”

“That’s not the line, bro.” Peter whispered.


“The line is ‘I ain’t afraid of no ghosts’.” Peter whispered.

“Shut up,” Warren whispered. “Do you want it to hear us just because you want to make some stupid reference?”

“Bro, we’ve got this under control.” Peter said. “Chill.”

Boo!” The ghost appeared in front of them and they screamed like little girls, running the opposite direction.

“Turn them on!” Peter shouted. The boys switched on their vacuum packs, suction power pulling the ghost toward them. Then suddenly, just before it got sucked in, it fell to the ground, no longer glowing. Just an innocent, normal mutant. They switched off their packs, raised their goggles, and stepped forward. Kurt was the first to kneel down to get a closer look.

“What happened?” Warren asked, obviously very confused by their whirlwind of a night.

“It’s just a-”

“Aaaaah!” You yelled, bolting awake on the floor. Your eyes opened and you looked up at the blue mutant in the tan jumpsuit. “Oh my God. I am so sorry. Was I dream-bending again?”

“Come again?” Scott asked.

“My name is (Y/N). I’m a reality bender. I swear, I didn’t mean anything I did. I was asleep.” You apologized profusely. “Are you…dressed up as the Ghostbusters?”

“Maybe…” Peter trailed off. Kurt smiled and helped you to your feet.

“Thanks. Um, I don’t believe we’ve met.”

“I’m Kurt. Kurt Vagner. Meet Peter, Scott, and Varren.” Kurt introduced you to the others. You waved to them, offering an apologetic smile.

“Nice to meet you. Again, I’m so, so sorry.” You apologized yet again.

“It’s all right,” Kurt shook his head. “You only scared us a little.”

“A little?” Jean asked, rubbing her eyes sleepily as she walked down the stairs. “You sissies have been wailing like little girls. I’m shocked you haven’t peed your pants, Scott.”

“Babe. Not cool.”

“All of you should get to bed.” Raven walked down the stairs after her, yawning tiredly. “I’m sure you’ve all had enough excitement for one night. (Y/N), we’ll work on the dream-bending thing some other night. Come on. Off to bed.”

“Yes, ma’am.”


The next morning, you met up with the others in the kitchen. Kurt was there before you, his back to you as he faced the counter, buttering some toast. You snuck up behind him quietly and leaned up into his ear.

Boo!” you whispered.


Kurt appeared hanging upside down from the chandelier, eyes wide. You couldn’t help but laugh.

“Sorry, scaredy cat,” you snickered, covering your mouth with your hand. “Didn’t mean to give you a heart attack.”

“V-vhat? You didn’t scare me.” he denied, appearing beside you once again in a cloud of smoke.

“Teleporter, huh? Cool.” You grabbed a cup of yogurt from the fridge and sat up on the counter for breakfast. “Anyway, I’m really, really sorry about last night. I hope I didn’t traumatize you too bad.”

“It’s fine. Nozhing to vorry about.” he reassured you with a kind smile. You couldn’t help but smile too, despite being embarrassed that you had scared his socks off the night before. “So um…some of my friends and I are going to zhe mall today…if you vant to come vizh us.”

“Are you asking me out, Mr. Wagner?”

“Vell, I’m trying to.”

“Then yes. I’d really like that.” You hopped off the counter, standing on your toes to press a kiss to his cheek. “I promise, no more living nightmares if I can help it.”

“I’ll hold you to zhat.”

Cirque Du Stillwater Origins: Jack

In the dark of the night, thunder boomed and lightning flashed across the sky as a young teenaged girl fled down the street between buildings. She slipped on broken glass and fell face first into a muddy puddle, splashing dirty water all over her scrubs and bandages.

Things the signs remind me of
  • (partially based on people I know personally)
  • Aries:blazing torches, fire eaters, horse races, traditional tribal dances
  • Taurus:staying in on rainy days, hot chocolate, christmas gifts wrapped up in shiny paper, oversized sweaters
  • Gemini:the clink of coins in a pouch, catching up with old friends, trying a new route to get home, honey mustard
  • Cancer:a heartshaped box of chocolates, taking hour-long baths with homemade bath bombs, staying up with a friend to make sure they're alright, handwritten letters
  • Leo:rave parties, ear studs, booming laughter, gazing upon bright stars on a cloudless night
  • Virgo:a dollar store that sells knicknacks, small leatherbound notebooks, chapstick, filed nails
  • Libra:fountain pens, crunch of dried leaves, scented candles, dream catchers
  • Scorpio:eyeliner, the witching hour, jazz music, billowing cloaks
  • Sagittarius:meadows of poppies, shady beach chairs, travelling the world, freeing a caged bird
  • Capricorn:cappuccino, wooden shelves with reference books, scratching of pen on paper, an old laptop
  • Aquarius:scuba-diving, standing in the rain, daydreams where imagination meets reality, photo frames
  • Pisces:gingersnaps, handknitted quilts, old musky libraries, messy buns
Will and Weapon

Her muscles burned as she hauled the rope, her back bowed, boots dug into the deck. The skeleton crew of the Bane was all they could muster to replace the splintered boom; there had been winds… a storm the night before, it had rattled the docks and broke masts and pushed ships against the boardwalks.

She hauled. The storm must have been sudden. She had no memory of it. A thread of wariness invaded her blood, lifting her eyes to the noon-high sun. It’s glower brought her smarting gaze back to the ropes and the booms and the mast.

Trinivar’s voice broke the lap of waves against the hull and quay. “HEAVE!” He roared, the loudest she’d ever heard the terse man. As one, the sailors groaned their replies, arms tensing as another tandem pull was given. “Ho!” There were sailors at her back, her own weak arms at the head of the line, the rope wrapped around her wrists and arms.

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