cries this au is great

Ghosts AU

In this AU, Buster’s theatre is inhabited by ghosts. All the spirits live in the building because they died nearby or their properties are here. Basically Buster tries to convince his friend, Eddie, that something is haunting his property.

Johnny kills himself and Meena in the car accident nearby the theatre. He was driving a getaway car for his dad’s gang and was just about to hit Meena’s mom, when she pushed her away. Both can be perfectly invisible, even for other ghosts.
Ash was killed by her boyfriend, who was cheating on her. Died in her home, but Buster bought her guitar from a pawn shop as a prop. Mike was chased down the parking lot behind the theater by the bears and got murdered by them. Both of them look more terrifying than other ghosts.
Rosita lost conconsciousness because of the stress while washing dishes. She didn’t see when something electrical fell into the water and she got electrocuted. Since she loved the theatre, her kids left her bracelet under the seats, so part of her would always be there. Gunter died overseas after falling off a stage during a performance. His red sparkly leotard thing ended up at the theater used as a costume.
Buster’s father died of old age. Because he lived a great life and doesn’t have any unfinished business, his spirit is kind of weak, so he doesn’t appear too much.
Sailing by Orion's Star - Chapter 36 - KChan88 - Les Misérables - All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Summary: Pirate AU. It all began with 6-year-old Enjolras and 21-year-old Javert crossing toy swords beneath the stars on the deck of an East India ship. Years later, Les Amis use the sea as their revolution against destructive colonialism in the Caribbean, all under the tutelage of a certain escaped convict and his family, stealing from the rich and giving to the poor. Paths cross and the past arises, all swirling up from the depths of the sea.

Chapter Summary: Some things end as they began.

“The Empire survives in part because we believe its survival to be inevitable. It isn’t. And they know that. That’s why they’re so terrified of you and I. If we are able to take Nassau, if we are able to expose the illusion that England is not inevitable. If we are able to incite a revolt that spreads across the New World…then yeah, I imagine people are going to notice.”

~Black Sails

Suggested listening (which I have compiled into a handy youtube playlist!):

How Does a Moment Last Forever / Beauty and the Beast 2017
Wooden Toy Sword / Heather Alexander
One Day / Pirates of the Caribbean at World’s End OST
Mystery / Indigo Girls
A Nation of Thieves / Black Sails OST
The Andromache / Black Sails OST
Plough and Orion / Skinny Lister
Hoist the Colors / Pirates of the Caribbean at World’s End OST
Little Lights / The Punch Brothers
He’s a Pirate / Pirates of the Caribbean the Curse of the Black Pearl OST
Black Sails Main Title / Black Sails OST
Dante’s Prayer / Loreena McKennit
Song of Orion / Rosie Soul
Song of the Sea (Lullaby) / Song of the Sea OST
We Know the Way (finale) / Moana OST

Notes: Well friends! Here we are. I can scarcely believe it, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t tearing up writing this. I am proud of this fic, and this story has become more important to me than I ever could have known when I woke up from the dream I had that inspired it.Thank you so much to everyone who has stuck with me throughout the journey of this fic, and to everyone who has left me such incredible, encouraging comments. This is a long one, but I didn’t want to break it up since I promised this would be the last. I really, really hope you all enjoy this last chapter, and that it does the story justice.

Two things: one, wish me luck on editing this thing up into what I suppose will be a trilogy? We shall see, but it’s everyone reading this who has encouraged me to make that attempt, so thank you, a thousand times over. We’ll see how it goes.Two, be on the lookout for more in this fic verse! I will be adding to the Deleted Scenes series, and am also looking into a continuation, as I’ve said before, likely in the form of a series as well. Thank you AO3 for having that awesome option.

Thank you again to all of you who have read and encouraged me along the way, and a special thanks to my roommate @librarianladyx​, who has listened to me go on and on about this fic, reads things over for me, and who has generally been amazing. This fic wouldn’t be the same without her. Thank you also to @flaviamarquesart​, who drew some gorgeous fanart that you will probably see me emotionally reblogging later. Also to @pilferingapples​ and @phoenixflames12​, both of whom have sent me lovely encouraging messages while I was writing this, and that always means so much.


Fake Text / Blurb AU:

Justin’s house is dark and quiet as Y/N walks in. All the lights are off as she silently call his name hoping to hear a response but she’s met with silence. Y/N journey’s through the massive home finding Justin’s hat on the kitchen counter to see that the door to the patio is wide open.
She sees a figure sitting hunched over at the edge of the patio staring into the beautiful California valleys his legs dangling off of the ledge. Justin had taken the fencing off because he liked jumping into the pool from there when the really hot summer days hit and it also happens to have the best view of LA from his home. The wind tousled his hair, the sun was gone leaving the usually hot LA a bit chilly. He had changed out of his dance clothes into a pair of sweats and a white tee his face in his hands still unaware of Y/N’s presence.
“Baby,” Y/N murmured as Justin looked up and then patted the seat next to him. Y/N sat down pulling him close, his head resting on her chest.
She held him like that for a while just stroking his hand while he stared at the sky occasionally parting his lips to speak only to close them and sigh.
“I don’t understand why I couldn’t keep it together up there,” He finally whispered complete frustration laced into his words.
“Jay, you’re human, you don’t have to keep it together all the time,”
“But why did it have to be in front of all those people. It was all good in rehearsals but once I got on that stage I fucked it all up,”
“Baby what do you mean? You did awesome!”
“No Y/N I was out of breath I missed words-”
“Justin, did you not see their reaction? Honey you got a standing ovation! They loved it. All of it,” Y/N gave Justin a soft smile hoping to get through to him.
“Listen, baby, you haven’t been on stage in over two and a half years it’s bound to be overwhelming okay? No one expects you to be perfect alright? And crying is a completely normal reaction,” Justin nodded but the crease in his forehead still didn’t cease.
“Stop criticizing and beating yourself up about it Jay, it was great. You did an outstanding job. All your fans including myself couldn’t be any more proud of you right now,” at the sound of those words he looked up at Y/N a small smile tugging at his lips. She kissed them softly and stroked his cheek.
“Now come on its cold out here,” she grabbed Justin by the arm and pulled him inside making her way to the living room while grabbing some blankets on the way.
“I’ll make some hot chocolate and you choose the movie deal?” He nodded while Y/N disappeared into the kitchen. Moments later they both sat in each other’s arms drinking hot chocolate while watching multiple comedies his head laid on her chest, occasionally Y/N would lean over to attack Justin with kisses. Ending the night with both dozed off in each other’s arms their legs tangled up in the blankets the previous worries forgotten in hopes of a better day tomorrow.

xxsound-and-silencexx  asked:

Oh! A courfeyrac/grantaire friendship thing!

  1. They are the textbook definition of “bad influence”. The tricky thing is that both of them are a bad influence for each other and feed off each other’s terrible ideas, given that Courfeyrac’s general approach to things can be summarized as “do it for the vine” and Grantaire’s as “lol idek man why not i guess”.  Their nights out are wild and they come back with such madcap stories that at this point no one can tell which are straight up lies, which are exaggerations, and which are things that have actually happened.  Most of the times you would never guess which is which –  for example, the rather mundane one about Courf and Grantaire’s midnight adventure to find frozen yoghurt never actually happened because both had gotten spooked by a “scary noise” (they may or may not have had a horror movie marathon the night previous) before they had hardly started and ended up going back to Courf’s to watch romcoms with all the lights on, according to Marius who had been forced to join them.  On the other hand the one about Grantaire scaling the side of a two-story liquidation store to dance next to the wiggly, blow-up man was absolutely true and can be proved by the recording Courfeyrac took.
  2. Courfeyrac and Grantaire both speak Spanish, Courfeyrac because of his family and he grew up around English and Spanish, and Grantaire because “eh, I had a really boring summer, it was something to waste my time on”. As the only two besides for Marius that speak Spanish they absolutely use it to have secret conversations – or really just to frustrate the heck out of everyone else by speaking gibberish and convincing them that they’re having Important and Serious Discussions when in actuality they’re discussing whether cats might actually robotic scouting droids and whether or not they’re purring is just a cooling fan.
  3. They follow each other on basically every social media platform they can get their hands on.  Their facebook profiles are mostly spent posting pictures and status updates that make them sound like overly aggressive, minivan-driving, manager-calling soccer moms. The patronizing comments Grantaire leaves on all of Enjolras social justice related updates (speckled with one too many “sweetie :-)”) has Enjolras perpetually livid.  Courfeyrac has an entire album labelled “My Son” which just consists of increasingly ridiculous pictures of Enjolras with proud little comments accompanying them – “sweetpea’s having trouble playing nicely with the other kids” below one of a sulking Enjolras with a black eye and split lip, “my baby receiving his very first bail” below one of a sullen, handcuffed Enjolras (with another black eye), “school is hard, keep going tiger!!! :-) :-)” below one of Enjolras face-planted in a textbook during exams.  Grantaire and Courfeyrac have a joint Twitter account just to document ABC meetings like a wild life channel.  They have Instagram fights over who can post the best hipster pictures.  They use filters to the point that the original picture can hardly even be seen.  If you follow one of them on Tumblr you might as well follow both, especially considering how many conversations they have via reblogs and gifs (to the point where they will talk in gifs irl and drive everyone else up the wall).  Their Snapchats are things of legends.  Don’t ask about the Vines.  
  4. Okay, but besides for that imagine how they’d be as emotional support for each other. Courf sticking with Grantaire during a depressive episode.  Please… please just imagine Courfeyrac, human embodiment of sunshine, coming into Grantaire’s apartment with the spare key he was given and pulling open blinds to let real light in, tidying up, fluffing up the couch with pillows and blankets, and then going to crawl into bed with Grantaire until he can coax him into getting up at least long enough to move to the couch.  Because any sort of upward movement is progress, and sometimes that means convincing Grantaire to go have a shower and usually means that, once he’s sitting up, he’ll eat what he’s given and not complain too much about being kept away from alcohol.  Courf would just curl up with Grantaire and casually have his phone out and be browsing pictures that just happen to show all the fun things they had all been doing as friends – pictures that remind Grantaire that he is loved, no matter what his brain is saying right now. And he would totally send out an SOS text to certain people so that other Amis would casually drop by and spend a bit of time with them, or bring food, or just generally break into Grantaire’s little bubble of isolation until he can start to pull himself up again.
  5. And it would go the other way too.  Because Courfeyrac is supposed to be the heart of the group, their balancing centre.  But he’s also human and sometimes he just gets overwhelmed, or upset, or stressed but he feels guilty about letting it show because that’s just… not who he’s supposed to be.  And he knows that’s not really a good way to think about it, and he knows that he could talk to Enjolras and Combeferre about this but he also knows how much they over think everything.  So while he knows they’d never make him feel bad if he told them, say, how exhausted he can get when he has to be the cheerful helpful one during exam season when he’s stressed and tired too okay? He’s also afraid that they’d think that means they can’t let him ever do something nice for them ever during exams because they’re bullying him into it or something which just– no.  But Grantaire gets it, he gets how it’s a sometimes thing and that sometimes you can get overwhelmed and it doesn’t mean changing everything or rethinking everything, it just means sometimes a night of drinking is in order. (And Courfeyrac is one of the people who has the pleasure of knowing that when a friend is upset a night of drinking can either mean him taking them out to get plastered, or it can mean him creating giant, homemade milkshakes for them to slurp on his couch – whichever is called for.)  Plus Grantaire is a top-tier hugger – one of his hugs can make even the worst bad moods lighten, bring you back to earth, and probably cure cancer, Courf should really swing that idea by Joly at some point.

space is really fun to draw