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Fave interpretations of Dirk’s base outfits:

1) White T-shirt falling loosely over skinny jeans that fit snugly inside oversized high top sneakers. The classic fanon.

2) Pegleg jeans, cuffed to the ankles, with short, orange converse/keds and white T-shirt (sometimes with sleeves scrunched up). A+ for greaser aesthetic.

3) Big, baggy cargo pants stuffed into tall sneakers and accented by a belt. Usually with the black tanktop. Also accessorized by thick, canvas gloves, goggles, and grease smears across bare arms and face. Because robot building.

4) Oversized white T-shirt that hangs like a curtain off his broad shoulders, thin, gray, hip-hop sweatpants that bunch tightly at the thigh but give loose at the crotch, neon hightops.

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Flowers that have been stepped on but still try to reach for the sun, scraped knees and scars only there cause someone picked at the scabs, faded sharpie where someone had doodled on another's skin, rain boots with mud splatters on the side, shirts frayed around the sleeves, hightops that are falling apart, broken shoelaces and most importantly, bandaids

bonch ur gonna make me cry this is so pretty and calming wtf…

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Rejects

Requested: No
Paring:—–—
Boy: Michael
Warnings: hatefull comments and insecurities
Rating: PG
Background: your step dad had gotten a new job in Australia, causing you, your step brother Luke and your step dad to move from your home in the states.

You had just walked up to the doors of your new school. Having to move from The USA all the way across the world to Australia wasn’t the easiest thing to do, especially during high school.

When you walked through the doors you saw a group of girls in all pink, group of nerds, jocks with jerseys on, and the group of popular people with basic people all around them. You glanced down at your outfit seeing all black converse hightops, black ripped skinny jeans, a black Blink-182 shirt, and dyed aqua hair. You let out a soft sigh and made your way towards the office that was by the entrance.

You went up to the desk and heard “Michael the principle will see you now!”

“Umm… I’m (Y/F/N).” You responded to the reseptionist.

“Oh I’m sorry nobody really comes down here but him so I just assumed…” She spoke sincerely, carring off in the process.

“I’m new and just need my schedule.” You stated.

She then nodded her head typed something on her computer. Soom you heard the sound of the printer by her desk print out two pages of paper. She stood up and walked over to you handing over both pages stapled together.

“Ok this is your schedule and a map of the school. And your first class is all the way down this hall and the first door on your left after turning right.” She explained to you.

You then thanked her and walked out and started down thw long crowded hallway.

While walking down you were able to hear everyones low wishpers because of how quiet the halls have gotten from the sight of you.

“Emo.”

“Idiot.”

“Ugly.”

“What’s with all the tattoos and piercings?”

“Another Clifford?”

And the one you were used to the most;

“Reject.”

You desided from talking and just walked towards your class. You soon got to your class and the teacher there was just like the receptionist just a different tone.

“You’re on time for once Clifford”

“I don’t know who this Clifford guy is but I’m not him.” You responded slightly annoyed.

“Sorry…”

“(Y/N). (Y/F/N). I’m new here.” You responded a little more polite than you did in your old school.

“Take a seat wherever you want.” He responded going back to his phone.

You walked to the seat all the way in the far back corner by the window and sat down. Then took out your phone and played the blink-182 album California.

You were just sitting there listing to ‘Home Is Such A Lonely Place’ when people were filing into the classroom. You saw others on their phone so you just continued to listen to your music and stare out the window wanting this day to be ober already.

Half way threw the song a big shadow stood over you, causing you to pause your music and take out your earbuds, and turm your head towars the owner of this shadow. Once your (Y/E/C) eyes met his green eyes you didn’t know what to think.

He had the same aqua hair as you just shorter, wore a leather jacket, a Green Day shirt, black skinny jeans, and all black converse. You couldn’t help but think- no assume that this was the famous Michael Clifford you were hearing people compare you to.

“You’re in my seat” he said leaning on the desk.

“You don’t own the school, or this desk.” You responded

“That doesn’t mean that I dont have a right to sit somewhere I’ve beem sitying alll year long-”

“REJECT!” Someone screamed out loud.

You then put your earbuds back in hit play on your phone and turned the volume up all the way; which could be heard by others grabed your one book stood up and walked right out the classroom.

When you were out of there you just kept walking and looking back and forth from your schedule to the lockers looking for your locker to put your stuff in. Once you found it you found the words ‘Rejects’ written across all 7 lockers in the group in the area.

You sighed and punched in the combo to the locker putting your book inside. Even though you and Luke didnt get along too well you still wished he was here at this school instead of privage school. At it would be someone to talk to at lunch.

You looked at your scheduled again seeing that lunch was the next class you would attempt to go into. You then went to the secomd floor and startrd looking for a library, to stay in until lunch time.

It took u til the bell rang to find the library only to relize it isnt open u less it’s lunch or after school. You sighed and made your way to your locker and grabbed your notebook again, and looking to see when your next class was.

“Hey.” You heard come up from your left.

You looked amd saw Michael staring at you. You just stared, not knowing what to say or do since the scene you basically caused just miutes ago.

“I don’t bite, you can galk to me you know.” He responded slightly saddened by your lack of speech.

“I’m just a reject why would you want to be seen talking to me, it seems like nobody likes me and you should hate me for last period.” You responded. “So I’ll just be leaving.” You added.

“Don’t leave!” Michael shouted slightly, causing you to turn around. “Now I know you’re not from here because of your accent, and I think its god that you’’re not afraid to speak because of it.” He added.

“Its not nearly as cool as your accent, plus you don’t want to be seen with the American Reject.” You spoke, turning aroumd to walk away again, but stopped and turned back around to face Michael. “By the way, I like your shirt.” You said.

“Your’s is pretty cool too.” He spoke and walked up to me. “Come to lunch with me?” He asked.

“Fine, but I’m not going to be eating.” You responded

“Ok, lets go!” He exclaimed.

—————————————————

One week later

“Look Michael I would love for you to come over, but 1. It’ll ruin you repetition here, and 2. My step dad will give you shit.” You told him sadly.

“I don’t give a fuck, look I’m gonna tell you this, we’re the only two ‘Rejects’ at this school, I don’t care if I look seem soft, and i definately don’t care about what your step dad has to say about me.“ He spoke sincerely and full of strength.

You just nodded and the two of walked to your house. Once you got there and entered the house Luke and your step dad were arguing yet again.

“NO LUKE YOU CAN’T GET A LIP RING, JUST BECAUSE (Y/N) HAS PEIRICINS DOES NOT MEAN YOU CAN, HER MOTHER IS NO LONGER HERE TO GO AGAINST MY WORD!”

No sooner did he finished and you two were up the stairs he saw Michael and called you back downstairs.

“(Y/N) why did you bring am asshole like this home, I said make friends who are NORMAL and have NO piercings or tattoos, and what do you do? You do the EXACT opposite!” He rants.

“YOU’RE NOT EVEN MY FATHER, YOU’RE LUKE’S FATHER! MY FATHER DIED IN THE WAR WHEN I WAS 10! AND YOU CANT REPLACE HIM! YOU ARE ONLY MY STEP FATHER AS OF 6 YEARS! MY MOTHER DIED 2 YEARS AGO! I LOST MY WHOLE FAMILY! I HAD TO LEAVE MY TWO FRIENDS BACK IN BALTIMORE BECAUSE IF YOU! MY WHOLE LIFE WAS OVER THERE! AND I HAVE NO FAMILY LEFT! IM STUCK HERE UNTIL I’M 18, AND YOU JUST DON’T GIVE A FLYING FUCK ABOUT ME, YOU PROBABLY ONLY PRETENDING BECAUSE YOU LOVED MY MOTHER! YOU ONLY CARE ABOUT YOURSELF AND LUKE!” You screamed and then ran upstairs to your room knowing he was going to send you there anyway.

Soon there was a soft knock on the door, and you assumed it was Luke since you’re step dad would most likely have kicked Michael out of the house; so you just turned up your music blasting All Time Low’s Lullabies at full volume. And then the knocking turned into a loud bang.

“GO AWAY!” You yelled over the music

“IT’S MICHAEL!” Was screamed back from the other side of the door, and when he didn’t hear a response he just slowly creaked the door open, and saw you motion for him to come in.

The door acted as a sound barrier cause the music was loud for Michael as he didn’t expect it that loud. You turned it down a few noches but not completely off. You then sat up from your position of laying face down into the pillows, along with bringing your legs up to your chin resting your head on top of your knee caps. Michael sat beside you after moving some pillows and wrapped an arm around you in a friendly manner.

Soon it was too hard to hold the tears about your families past that a mild sob broke free from your throat, and the tears escaped from the trap your eyes have set up. Michael then brought you into his lap and rubbed your back; soothing you, and rested his chin lightly on top of your head.

“Calm down (Y/N), I’m here for you. I’m not going anywhere no matter what he says.“ Micahel spoke gently while rubbing your back in a circular motion.

—————–

The Next Day

You decided to walk to school before your step dad woke up so he wouldn’t drive you on the way to dribe Luke to his private school. No sooner did you get there the warning bell sounded along with your phone ringing with a call from Luke. Answering all did was keep quiet while he talked.

“(Y/N), dad is flipping out, where are you?” He said groghily yet concerned.

“(Y/N)! You’re here early.” Michael yelled across the school yard.

“LOOK EVERYONE THE REJECT SHOWED UP! IM SURPRISED AFTER LAST NIGHT!” The head cheerleader screamed.

Luke had hung up after telling your step dad to drop him off at your school. But you were too stuned by what the bitch with the bleach blonde hair said. You just stared wondering how she knew.

“Oh right, I followed you home, you have a really nice house for a reject so I decided against vandalism, but I heard you yelling about your real parents and mass texted my friends and yea now everone knows.” She said smirking.

“You don’t know shit about me, you leave me out of yo it self hatred, cause I’ve leanred from my old school that you and your ‘friends’ are just upset with your own lives that you habe to make everyone else miserable in order to make yourselves feel better.” You spoke confidently. “And you know what, IM SICK AND TIRED OF YOUR BULLSHIT, GO AHEAD CALL ME EMO; CAUSE YES I’VE THOUGHT ABOUT THOSE THINGS LATE AT NIGHT. CALL ME UGLY; CAUSE I SURE AS HELL KNOW IM NOT PRETTY OR BEAUTIFUL. CALL ME AN IDIOT; IM NOT THE BRIGHTEST AND I KNOW THAT FOR A FACT. YOU CAN JUGE ME FOR MY PIERCINGS AND TATTOOS; THEY MEAN SHIT TO ME AND NOT YOU AND EVERYONE HAS THEIR OWN PREFERENCES. YOU CAN COMPARE ME TO MICHAEL CAUSE WE’RE FRIENDS I DONT CARE. AND MOST OF ALL CALL ME A REJECT; CAUSE I KNOW I AM ONE EVERY SINCE MY FATHER DIED IN THE WAR AMD ESPECIALLY WHEN MY MOM DIED OF CANCER 2 YEARS AGO, MY STEPFATHER TREATS ME LIKE SHIT! IM OK WITH BEING A REJECT!” You added screaming.

By now a crowd formed, but you werent done. “JUST LEAVE MY BIOLOGICAL PARENTS, AND MICHAEL OUT OF YOUR NAME CALLINGS TO ME, TAKE IT OUT ON ME CAUSE I’M USED TO IT ALL!” You ended.

All of a sudden a pair of arms hugged you from behind and you looked up to see Michael staring down at you with admireation in his emerald green eyes, that are so easy to fall in love with. He then pointed toward the street seeing Luke getting out of the car and then the car speeding away, probably to it’s job. Luke then startes walking towards you and Michael.

“Who called you a reject?” He whispered.

“Luke its fine.” You responding not know how to tell him anything.

“No it is not, fine!” He excalimed. “That is bullying (Y/N)!” He added.

“I CAN STAND UP FOR MYSELF LUCAS!” you screamed standing up close to his tall from that towered over you.

“YEA, AND THEN YOU’LL GO AND RUN SOMEWHERE AND CRY UNTIL MORNING!” He excalimed infrot of everyone.

“YOU I THOUGHT YOU WERE DIFFERENT, BUT YOU SEEM TO BE JUST LIKE YOUR FATHER! I ACTUALLY THOUGHG YOU CARED JUST A SMIGHET OF A CEMTIMETER!” You screamed at him. “BOY WAS I WRONG!” You added.

You saw his right hand start to rise and come down but you grabbed it with your left hand, stopping him from his thought of action. He then relized what he was doing and his hand went from stiff to limp in your handap, and his dark blue eyes softened.

“(Y/N), I-”

“Save it Luke, nobody in your family cares about outsiders without a marriage in the picture. I get it I don’t belong anywhere! Just stop reminding me!” You screamed annoyed at him.

You felt a hand on your shoulder, and just the touch of Michael calmed you from your heated moment. You turned around and smiled at him gratefully to have met him and have him apart of your life.

“Your mother and father would’ve been proud of you for today.” He spoke while hugging you.

—————–

Later that night

“Michael I wanna dye my hair my parents’ favorite color.” You announced after the movie on netflix had ended.

“What color is that?” He asked.

“Lilac.” You stated.

“Ok lets do it!” He exclaimed happily.

—————–

A month later

“I can’t believe you did lilac too.” You giggled

“Its a nice color and I’ve been wanting to do this color for a while.” He responded pulling you into his side by your lockers

“Don’t go kissing my sister.” Luke demanded.

“She’s not biologically your sister so…” Michael said smirking.

Before you knew it the halls were filed probably because they thought there’d be a fight. But Michael took you by surprise, he placed his hands on your cheeks cupping your face gently, and leaned down and kissed you in the middle of the crowd formed in the hallway. He pulled away sooner than you wanted and stared into your (Y/E/C) eyes.

“Will you (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N) be my girlfriend?” He asked you sincerely.

“Yes.” You repsonded happily.

After you answered he kissed you again cuppiing your face gently and your arms snaked around his neck.

“Who’d of thought the two rejects would get together.”

Both of you lifted one hand and raised your middle fingers in the air, flipped off everyone including Luke, not caring about, the names you guys were called or anyone else in the world.

Curtain call photo from the inaugural mainstage production by Victory Hall Opera, Someone Younger (a chamber adaptation of Der Rosenkavalier), August 20, 2016. 

From left to right: Shand Macdonald (Mohammed/various non-singing bit roles), Sean Cooper (Faninal/Police Inspector), Brenda Patterson (Octavian), Miriam Gordon-Stewart (the Marschallin), Janinah Burnett (Sophie), and Matt Boehler (Ochs). Note the mirror-finish silver hightops on Octavian!

YOU GUYS I HAVE A STORY:

At the very end of Someone Younger (Der Rosenkavalier), Octavian gives Sophie a rose and she clutches it as they walk towards the front of the stage together to sing their last little bit (“Spür’ nur dich” / “Ist ein traum”). As they walk forward, Octavian also produces two items from his pockets: a pair of granny glasses for Sophie and a tweed cap for himself. As Octavian and Sophie put on the cap and glasses, they morph their posture into a hunch, change their steps to be more shuffling, and lean on each other a little more: in brief, we see them grow old together.

When they have finished singing, Octavian suddenly falters and clutches his chest. Sophie looks alarmed and drops the rose as she gives him extra support. They turn and shuffle off the stage together to go get help, with Octavian wincing as they go and Sophie miming her concern.

The dropped rose stays at the edge of the stage in a spotlight.

Then … you know the bit where the music turns into a comical little filip while, in the original Rosenkavalier, the Marschallin’s page boy Mohammed comes out onto the stage and picks up Sophie’s dropped handkerchief? Well in this version, Mohammed is a jogger in the park where the old married couple Sophie and Octavian have been walking. He jogs onto the stage, does some stretches, and notices the rose on the ground. He picks it up, looks momentarily puzzled and then—at the last drumbeat of Strauss’s music—grins and flings it into the audience.

OK BUT THAT IS NOT MY STORY, THAT IS THE SETUP TO MY STORY! 

The story is this:

I’ve been ushering every show of “Someone Younger.” One night when the show had ended, a silver-haired couple, a man and a woman, came out the door I was minding. She was holding the rose that had been thrown to the audience and they were both grinning ear to ear and positively glowing with joy. They begged me to let the company know how much they loved the show. And the woman added (as they both beamed): they had just celebrated their sixtieth wedding anniversary.

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I always wear skinny jeans, and I am looking for another pair of shoes to get this year that would go well with those. I already own hightop converse and fake ugg boots. What would you recommend?

Vans for sure! Along with regular converse or any other sneakers. Combat boots would work, as well. :) 😄

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A few months had passed since the incident at Time’s palace. Rumors flew about what really happened, of course. Being Underland, it was impossible to know what had actually happened, given that all of the options were strange enough. Had the new jabberwocky somehow grown enough to start terrorizing towns? Some invading force from the south threatening to take over?

Had they known the truth, perhaps the tyrant’s reprieve of her punishment would have made more sense.

One would be hard pressed to find an Underlandian who’d been happy to learn that Iracebeth of Crims was not only allowed back into their kingdom, but staying with the white queen under what was understood to be quite comfortable circumstances. However, she’d stayed almost unnervingly quiet to the general populace, and most had almost forgotten that she was even alive, as they had during her banishment.

This didn’t apply to all her victims, of course. The Hightop clan had suffered particularly during those dark years, and though Mirana generally turned away those that would attempt to hold audience with the bloody big head, she had to make an exception in this case.

Dinah couldn’t hurt her sister anyway, even if she tried.

Iracebeth sat in the study she’d set up for herself, fingers tapping on the desk in annoyance. They’d had an agreement. No audiences until she was properly brought up on charges. She rolled her eyes. Just like Mirana to go back on her word.

The pieces of parchment and books surrounded her, giving her the appearance of a scholar rather than a war criminal.

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