Broadway Casting I Need To See (feat. mostly newsies)
Ben Fankhauser in “Waitress.” He’s obviously not old enough to play Cal, and I don’t think he’d be a good Earl, but holy shit, his Dr. Pomatter would be so good and his Ogie would be adorable. Like, vocally he’s more of a Pomatter but I’m kind of dying imagining him singing “I Love You Like A Table.”
A revival of “Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat” starring Brandon Uranowitz, only because I need to hear him sing the line “I look handsome, I look smart/I am a walking work of art” mainly because he is.
A revival of “Little Shop” with Stephen Michael Langton as Seymour, because he wants to do it.
If Ben Platt and Will Roland ever have to leave “Dear Evan Hansen,” I would love to see Nick Barasch replace Ben because holy crap, what a voice, and I would love to see Zachary Sayle replace Will because I need Swearing Crutchie in my life.
Jeff Heimbrock apparently booked “Book of Mormon” on Broadway as per Melissa Steadman Hart’s tweet, but I want to see him as King George in “Hamilton.”
A revival of “13: The Musical” with Anthony Rosenthal, because why the hell not.
I don’t know where Jacob Kemp and Mike Ryan would go, but I need them on Broadway or off-Broadway. I could POSSIBLY see Mike as Rod in “Avenue Q,” but I don’t know if he has puppet experience. There are a lot of roles that I think Jacob would be good at, but he’s too young to play them outside a setting where everyone is too young to play those roles. I don’t know if that makes sense. Like, it would be like me playing Ruth in a Broadway revival of “Pirates of Penzance.” I played that role in eighth grade, but it was with a bunch of middle schoolers and they weren’t casting middle-aged women. I had Ruth’s vocal range and a big motherly-looking bosom, so I got the part, but I’m just in the beginning of my thirties, so I wouldn’t be considered for that role on Broadway because Ruth is supposed to be forty-something-but-look-older and I look 24. Jacob is almost 29, but his last two big roles were a 16 year old (Davey) and a 22 year old (Randy in “Why Him”). I’m sure he’d be a PHENOMENAL Bobby in a “Company” revival (and he apparently did play Bobby at Stagedoor), but Bobby is 35 and a director would probably go with someone who has actually BEEN 35. I actually think he would have been a DELIGHTFUL Mendel in “Falsettos” but he’s too young and far too tall, and Brandon was JUST. SO. GOOD.
Like, maybe Jacob would be a good Link in a “Hairspray” revival, but I have a feeling they’d say he was too ethnic-looking. Personally, I think he’d be amazing.
Ooh, maybe Jacob and Ben in a revival of “Blood Brothers.”
Imagine how overwhelmed Magnus was right? First a gift, not something frivolous like jewellery, but thoughtful, and symbolic. Here is Alec, well aware that Magnus could probably kick everyones ass, but still giving him something for protection.
Then the relaxing kissing on the balcony. Just being able to settle into each other and take things slow. Learning each other as it were. That is probably the best part of it for Magnus, the freedom to just BE with each other, and having formerly repressed Alec being free to express himself with him.
I’d say Magnus is looking at all these things and going, holy shit! I am actually with someone I love, who is showing me that he loves me back, and that is a scary thing. How strong could this get for them? How long will it last, since Alec is still mortal. I think he just needed to collect himself a bit, so went for a walk in the neighbourhood and ended up at the bar.
He’s getting pieces of just how amazing this relationship could be; pretty much everything he’s wanted, and it’s scaring him, but he doesn’t want to transfer that fear to Alec, for fear of pushing him away.
I LOVE ALISTAIR THEIRIN SO FUCKING MUCH HOLY SHIT YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW THIS GIANT NOODLE IS THE SUNSHINE IN MY DARK FUCKING LIFE OKAY LIKE THIS BOY. THIS FUCKING BOY. HE IS A GIANT MAN WITH NO CONCEPT OF HIS STRENGTH OR SIZE JFC HE’S MORE PREOCCUPIED WITH CHEESE AND BEING A GOOD NOODLE FOR FUCK SAKE THIS INNOCENT LIL VIRGIN BLUSHES AND BABBLES CONSTANTLY LIKE A HUGE GODDAMN NERD EVEN THOUGH HE IS A GROWN ASS MAN. AND LIKE HE’S SO HANDSOME?!?!?!?! SO FUCKING HANDSOME?!?!?!?! YOU’RE MADE OF POLYGONS. ATTRACTIVE POLYGONS. I HATE IT. I JUST WANNA KISS HIS STUPID RUGGED FACE OH MY GODDDDD. YOU’RE A GODDAMN KING/PRINCE AND ONE OF THE WORLD’S MOST ELITE WARRIORS AND YOU SMILE AND ACT LIKE A SWEET LIL DISNEY PRINCESS UNTIL ITS TIME FOR BUSINESS THEN ITS HUNKA HUNKA BURNING LOVE HOLY SHIT STOP BEING SEXY YOU ARE COVERED IN BLOOD AND I WANNA FUCK U OMG THIS IS NOT WHAT MY MOTHER WANTED FOR ME YOU POLYGON KING ASSHOLE I LOVE YOU. IT’S FUXKING 3 IN THE GODDAMN MORNING AND ALL I CAN THINK OF IS HOW MUCH I CHERISH AND ADORE THIS GIANT FUCKING DORK OKAY?!?!?!?
“I absolutely love all your warren fics! I was hoping you could do a warren x
reader where they’ve been best friends since childhood and one day warren just
says ‘holy shit I’m in love with them’ moment but warren is scared because he
doesn’t want to lose the reader’s friendship but the reader is in love with him
too and feels the same way.” and “Um hi! I was wondering if you could write a
request where the reader has a bad day and breaks down in front of Warren
Worthington, and he comforts them and cuddles them and stuff until they calm
down? Thank you so much both of your guys’ writing is amazing!”
I, as previously stated several times, am a ho for soulmate au’s. Therefore,
the following fic will be a soulmate fic, and will also probably end up much
longer than I intended to write it. Also, let’s pretend you and Warren both
live in the suburbs.
Seven days until your birthday. Seven days
until your soulmate’s name would finally be etched onto your arm. Seven days. A
week. God, you were scared. Terrified. And yes, you supposed his name could
appear sooner, but it hadn’t yet, and unless his birthday occurred before
yours, it wouldn’t happen.
You liked to imagine what he’d be like, but
you always came up empty, or your thoughts wandered off to someone else. You
shoved those images out of your head. No. Stop. You can’t keep dreaming of him,
not when you know it’s not meant to be. It won’t be him.
There was a knock on your window. You turned
around. Warren. A smile found your lips and you opened it up.
“Hey,” he crouched through the window. His
large feathery wings were a tight fit. They always were. You chuckled, pulling
him through. He stumbled forward, looking down at you. Warren was dressed in
his all-black ensemble. It was hot.
When you and Warren went out in public, you
got the weirdest looks. Not just because of his wings, but because he wore all
black and leather jackets and Metallica shirts and you were completely the
opposite. You were a flower child, left over from the seventies. A pastel fairy
queen in a world full of neon. And Warren couldn’t get enough of it.
As for your powers, you controlled plants.
Flowers bloomed at your touch and vines sprouted from seemingly nowhere.
Because of it, your room looked more like a garden, what with vines and flower
pots and small trees everywhere. It was a nice break, Warren decided. It was
refreshing, his little oasis in a desert of pain.
“How are you holding up, flower child?”
Warren took a seat on your bed. You sighed, managing a shrug.
“Not so well.”
“Terrified.” you nodded.
“You know why.” you held up your wrist before
slumping onto your bed beside him. He looked at you with empathy, leaning back
on his arms. His wings stretched up into the air. You smiled a little,
captivated by their mesmerizing movement. Warren scooped you up in his muscular
arms, pulling you to his chest. His wings wrapped around the both of you, a
shield from the world.
“I have known you since we were five years
old.” Warren whispered. You nodded, burying your face in the crook of his neck.
Tears streamed down your cheeks, dripping onto his skin. He held you tighter,
shushing you gently. “You are a fantastic, amazing, beautiful person, and if
your soulmate can’t see that, he or she doesn’t deserve you.”
“You mean it?”
“Thanks.” you sniffled. “I needed that.”
“I know.” he smirked. “You’re turning me into
a softie. You know that, right?”
“Yeah,” you managed to laugh. Warren stared
at the ceiling of your room. His heart raced as he finally acknowledged the
thought that had been haunting him since the two of you were twelve. He was in
love with you. It wasn’t a crush. It wasn’t a stage. He knew in his heart that
if he wasn’t your soulmate, there was truly something wrong with the world. He
might never be the same if he lost you.
You stood on the back lawn of the Worthington
household six nights later. Tomorrow was your birthday and you were anything
but ready. You looked up at the balcony outside Warren’s room. After mustering
up the courage and wiping away most of your tears, you focused your energy on
creating a sapling. The small tree emerged from the ground, one of the branches
settling under your legs for support as it grew to the height of the balcony,
becoming a large, healthy apple tree.
You hopped off of the branch and walked to
the door, knocking a few times. It was late. Warren was asleep, you knew that
much. There was rustling around, a small crash, a stumble, and finally the door
opened, revealing a very sleep Warren. His wings were drooping, his eyes were
half-closed, and his golden curls made a messy halo on his head. He was shirtless,
and a pair of grey sweatpants hung loosely from his hips.
“Has that tree always been there?” he asked,
pointing tiredly behind you. You shook your head before rushing into his arms. “Hey,
hey, shhh, what’s wrong?” he held you tight, rubbing your back as your
shoulders shook with sobs.
“I’m so scared.” you whispered, clinging to
Warren as though if you let go of him for even a second he would vanish.
“It’s okay.” he spoke softly. “It’s gonna be
fine. Whoever they are, your soulmate, they’ll love you. No matter what.”
Warren didn’t let the pain he was feeling show. He was just as scared as you.
He didn’t want to lose you. The thought of it made him sick to his stomach. You
were the only thing in this damn world that made sense to him. You were the
only thing worth protecting.
“What if…Warren…” you trailed off. You had no
idea how to tell your best friend that you were in love with him on the night
before you were supposed to find your soulmate.
“I know.” he nodded. One of his hands cupped
your jaw. He pulled your face to his, pressing a long kiss to your forehead. “I
know.” he paused, taking a huge breath. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” you admitted. “But what if…”
“I know.” he stated, his eyes meeting yours. “We’ll
figure it out.”
“Okay,” you nodded. “I…I just I needed to see
you before I know. You know?”
“I know.” He closed his eyes, resting his head
on your shoulder. “I’m glad you came.”
“So am I.”
You sat up in bed the next morning almost
afraid to look at your forearm. You could feel it tingling as the letters
etched themselves into your skin. Your heart raced. Finally mustering the
courage, you looked at the newly-formed words. Written in your skin in his
messy, messy handwriting was ‘Warren
“HOLY SHIT!” you ripped the covers off of
your bed and got dressed as fast as you could. “OH MY GOD!!!”
“You okay in there, hun?” your mother asked
with a knowing smile. What she didn’t
say was that Warren had been waiting downstairs for twenty minutes, your name
written neatly on his arm.
“Yep! I’ll be out in a second!” you promised.
You put your hair up, pulled on your favorite outfit and raced down the stairs,
crashing right into Warren and nearly knocking him over. He laughed, embracing
you. He pulled up the sleeve of his leather jacket, showing you your name on
his arm. You showed him his name on yours. He held it in disbelief, running his
calloused fingers over the letters carefully. There were tears running down his
cheeks. Tears of relief. He fell to his knees, unable to stand.
“It’s you.” you stated, kneeling in front of
him. “It’s always been you.”
Your hands cupped his face, thumbs wiping at the
tears. Warren smiled, pulling you into his arms, and for the first time, he finally
pressed his lips to yours. It was a gentle kiss, sweet. His pink lips were so,
so soft and warm and welcoming.
“I love you so, so much.” Warren pressed
innumerable kisses to your cheeks and forehead. “Happy birthday.”
Later, you sat on the hill outside of town
watching the sunset. A silver pair of wings dangled around your neck on a
chain. Your birthday present from Warren. You loved it more than you could
“I feel like I always kind of knew.” Warren’s
arms tightened around your waist. You leaned back into his chest.
“Yeah.” he nodded. “You’re the only one that
makes me feel like I’m not a freak.”
a freak.” you stated. A smile tugged at your lips as you pressed a sweet kiss
to the corner of his mouth. “You’re an angel.”
“I love you, flower child.”
“I love you too.” you sighed, watching the
oranges and pinks paint the sky like a dazzling mural. Warren leaned back
against the tree, pulling you closer as his wings surrounded you.
just letting you know that i'm going through your tony stark tag from 2012 to now. 111 pages through, 1220 to go. i love seeing the changes in your writing style and your perception of the material tony's in, as well as the steadily increasing nat bitterness™ i've grown to love! adore your blog forever and always, thanks for being such a gift to this fandom. tony stark would be so proud! incredulous and sceptic of all the praise and love directed at him, but proud and happy nonetheless :')
OH MY GOD NO if you do that i will be exposed for the sham that i am holy shit please just promise me you won’t make fun of who i was during my young and more vulnerable years. i didn’t know what i was doing. i still don’t. oh god
I am still cackling over someone referring to Junkrat as a sex symbol like are we talking about the same character here??? Like don’t get me wrong, I love the trash man and am so fucking here for nsfw shit of him and Roadhog but?? This man. Who probably only bathes like. Three times a year. If that. He is disgusting and dirty and that is why I love him. This fucking freak is the furthest thing from a sex symbol holy sh i T
Hi! I would just like to know if your recent post was based on my Langst fic idea? Because if yes then HOLY SHIT I FULLY SUPPORT YOU WRITING A LONGER ONE AND POSTING IT ON AO3 OH MY GOD!!! And if it's not based on my fic idea i don't care, i still support you making a longer one 😊
OH IT DEFINETLY IS Lol I loved it and I cried for about 20 minutes thinking about how i would expand it- I am so happy you found it so quickly??? And you like it???? THANK (Lance deserves happiness but I have to break him first oh my god)
FRIENDLY REMINDER THAT THE PRODUCERS LITERALLY SAID HARRY HAD TO WORK HARDER!!! TO GET THE ROLE!!! BC THEY DIDNT JUST WANT TO CAST SOMEONE BC HE’S ALREADY FAMOUS!!! BUT HARRY WENT AND AUDITIONED!! WENT THROUGH SO MANY DIFFERENT STEPS AND PROCESSES!!!! TO PROVE THAT HE’S A GREAT AND TALENTED ACTOR!!! AND NOLAN!! CHRISTOPHER FUCKING NOLAN!!!! SAW THE RAW TALENT IN HIM!!!! I LITERALLY CANT HOLD IN HOW PROUD I AM OF HIM OH MY GOD HARRY I LOVE YOU SO MUCH U BITHC
We dated for four months, I fell in love with him, the last month of our relationship he turned emotionally and mentally abusive. He cusses and screams at me and always blamed everything on me. He's manipulative. He called me a whore, cut on me, and screamed "get out of my truck" and it's one of the strongfest most bravest thing I did, leave.
i’m not sure if this is a prompt or if you were just sharing your story with me, but holy shit i am SO proud of you. leaving him was incredibly brave and strong and i hope you never forget the kind of strength you have and what you are capable of.
god i have chills right now tbh i wish that i was as brave as you are <3
i have the utmost respect for you and i’ll be keeping you in my prayers <3 stay away from him and stay strong angel <3
@noblefailure HO DAMN. AGRIPPA!! IS THE BEST!! JULIUS CAESAR EVER. Like?? holy shit, how do they know so much. I don’t know, but they’re great. After Agrippa’s Caesar, I am no longer satisfied by any media portrayal of Caesar ever. Because…Agrippa just…captures his essence so well?? Like he’s not a good dude, but you still feel for him, and Agrippa makes me cry about Caesar and Pompey at least once a day, so there’s that. But yes!! Follow Agrippa!! CAESAR IS A LABOR OF LOVE AND IT SHOWS.
@notorator/ @pvlcher EVI!!! Okay..so..I did not like Mark Antony..nor Clodius..but..Evi has made me like both of them. Well, at least a little bit. I still want to fite Antony and Clodius for doing my boi Cheech like they did. BUT STILL. Evi puts so much passion into both of them, and she says she’s only been into Roman shit for a few months but I don’t believe her because she knows so much, I swear she’s been researching for years and is fooling all of us. SO YES FOLLOW EVI RN 10/10 WOULD RECOMMEND.
@fulviaflacca/ @uticensiis/ @catosdaughter/ @heartbetwixt Man…I just luv Cat sm. I luv how much luv she puts into her characters and also how she gives Roman females the attention that they need. She also enlightened me to the fact that cato wAS INDEED NAKEY ALL THE TIME AND THATS WHY HE ONLY WEARS A TOGA IN HBO ROME. THE MORE YOU KNOW I GUESS. But Cat is so!!! Great!! And so sweet and like…she puts up w/ me yelling at her about Cheech and Cato all the time klfdjg. Anyways, Cat is amazing?? So please follow her. Follow her for lovely written women that need all the lovin in the world.
@aliosventosaliasprocellas BREATHES BOI. Okay, literally!! Amazing!! Atticus is written so well…Tullia is written so well…Catullus is written so well..like, I cry about Atticus and Cheech at least once a day because of them. I always look forward to their replies because!! Cicero and Atticus give me life..my boys..our boys..and the replies are always so beautifully detailed?? I am in LOVE with the writing, and I love how so much life is breathed into Atticus and Tullia since we know so little about them historically and i just mMM. 10/10 FOLLOW IF U WANT CHEECH AND ATTICUS EMOTIONS EVERYDAY FOR THE REST OF UR LIFE.
@calledprogress Daphnis is literally so pure and wholesome and I love him sm. Okay!! HE GAVE ME OCTAVIAN’S #SQUAD SO LIKE +1000000 POINTS TO U DAPHNIS. He just!! Writes everyone so well..and I love the friendships..the bromances..Daphnis’ muses are so #pure tbh. So follow Daphnis for pure wholesome goodness. Ur not gonna get it anywhere else alright.
@hnbaalbrq Whoops another Laure promo bc I am #shameless and I need to follow the historical theme lmAOOO. Anyways, as I said, Laure is <333 and, u know, I may be a Roman gal, but Laure makes me feel things for Hannibal. THINGS. Sad things mostly. But yes follow my beb here too <3
I just discovered your blog and am so happy to find a fellow fetishist who appreciates burping guys. I hope you don’t mind if I submit my burping headcanons for the men of The Walking Dead.
Negan: He’s not shy at all about it. His burps are short but loud enough to echo sometimes and he always makes some sort of comment about how impressive it was or his relief.
"Fuck! Holy fucking fuck! Ha ha ha!“
”Ohh-ho-ho fuck me, that felt great! Whew!“
He also loves to make his wives fetch him whiskey and then shamelessly let out drunk ones. Maybe he slaps his belly a bit too.
Glenn: Glenn is very shy about it and almost died of embarrassment the first time he did it in front of Maggie. His are mostly closed mouth ones and his cheeks always puff up in the most adorable way. However when he can’t hold it back you’ll know it’s coming. His belly will gurgle thunderously and he’ll blush and whimper just before it comes. It never hurts, but he just gets so embarrassed when it hits him and he’ll deny any trouble.
“Nothing’s wrong; I’m just tired after dinner.”
“Nnn-Please don’t-ohhhhh- look at me.”
Finally it will erupt so powerfully that even he looks surprised. His are the longest of any of the guys. One was a record seven seconds.
Rick: Ah, our hero. He never used to do it in front of women until he met Michonne. Now he laughs it off a lot and will playfully tease her with a gassy necking session sometimes. Michonne was pleasantly surprised by how sexy the vibrations are. Any woman can’t help but smile when Rick belches.
Daryl: Daryl’s the most nonchalant after Negan. He doesn’t brag about it but he’ll move his mouth from side to side sometimes in that I-don’t-give-a-crap way. He never says excuse me unless he’s around Beth or Carol. He’ll also often chuck beer cans behind his shoulder after a drunk belch. Daryl’s the most piggish guy at the dinner table and lets out frequent bassy ones to make room for more food.
Note: So I’ve actually never seen the walking dead but I still always love getting headcanons for stuff, so lots of love to you, submitter! Even though I don’t know the characters these are still pretty great ❤
like no joke I’m never going to be able to properly explain how proud I am of jason momoa like holy shit RONON DEX you know? and now everyone loves him and he’s great big star and I’m just so happy for my son