Warnings: Mentions of drinking, Cussing, Bullying, high school.
A/N: This is based off of “The Perks Of being A Wallflower” if you haven’t read it or seen it, i highly recommend you make a trip to the library.
Also, It’s been such a long time since i’ve written the first chapter, but i finally did it!
There’s so many reasons why but i don’t feel like i need to say them. I just hope you enjoy and thank you for sticking around for this long!
Sometimes I wonder what it’s like to not have powers. To not be that awkward kid who sticks around walls whenever possible. Would it be better to fit in? To be popular? Besides the kind of popular in middle school where you held hands with anyone who could breathe. The kind of popular where people actually liked you and looked up to you.
Besides my slightly angsty wannabe poetry, I’m doing okay.
Well, as okay as you can be when everyone around you seems to want to force hell on you every single time you step one foot on school grounds. Though I firmly believe that things get better. Thing have to, right? Not everyone can be so bad.
Always ~ Peter P-
He thought maybe, just maybe that school might not be as bad the next day. But god, was he wrong. Some could even say it was worse. Time seemed endless in the dull hallways of the germ-filled building. It was all just… useless.
He wasn’t learning anything, really. Some things, yes. But nothing that would help him five years later. And he hated it. Everything about it. The wasted time could be spent patching up old computers and saving the world.
Peter stuck to his plan of staying close to the walls and not saying much. Becoming part of the limitless amount of students. Keeping quiet during classes, too. It certainly made things easier and harder at the same time.
But despite all of his efforts, this only worked moderately well. People still pushed him over, still snarled “loser, pick up this,” as they ripped some of the pages straight out of one of his history books, throwing them across the room. They left with a smirk on their faces, satisfied with ruining another life that day. Peter sighed, clenching his fists tight, his knuckles going pale white and even pink. It sounded stupid, but he could feel something inside him, power, maybe. But more uncontrollable than usual.
The last thing he wanted was spider problems in school.
1,384 days till he was out.
He overheard students yelling about a football game, and how it was going to be “the bomb.” Though he never really liked sports, it would just be a shame to miss the first game of the school year. And, he didn’t want to be around when Derrick came around to pick up Aunt May for yet another date. It made him sick just thinking about it.
When Peter arrived to the game, he was shocked to see how many people had come. He was expecting 100 or so, maybe, but it seemed as though everyone and their friends had come. And, unfortunately, Peter had turned up late. He wove his way through the heavy crowd of sweaty teenagers, trying to find some sort of empty seat anywhere. But it was pointless.
Just when he was about to turn around and go home, he heard a voice.
“Hey! Looking for a seat?” Someone waved to him, motioning to the saved seat next to them. Realizing it was Patrick, Peter quickly made his way over, silently glad it was him, since he seemed to be the only sane person in the whole damn school.
“Thanks,” Peter muttered, sitting down on the end of the awfully uncomfortable metal bench.
“You’re in my workshop class, right?” Patrick asked, turning to talk to Peter. He seemed truly interested in Peter, which was a new thing. No one had ever wanted to know anything about him before.
“I’m pretty sure, yeah,” Peter tried to reply as casually as possible, but he thought it was quite obvious he knew for sure. He had always been a horrible actor, anyway.
“I never was good at workshop. Though I think you can tell by the clock I tried to make today.” Patrick gleamed, laughing at his own joke, his face lighting up instantly.
“Oh, hey, Y/n!”
It was the girl from the day before. Still just as gorgeous as she’d been the previous day.
She was wearing a oversized varsity jacket and overalls that were really mismatched. It seemed as though she didn’t want to fit in, and that was something so rare nowadays. Slightly refreshing, actually.
“Question: could the people here get grosser?” She smiled the warmest smile he had ever seen. He tried not to stare, but his eyes were letting him down. She scooted right next to Peter, causing him to suddenly be aware of the lack of space between them. Peter’s breath became ragged, and he didn’t quite know why. It was just a girl. Yes, the most beautiful girl he had ever met, but still, a person. He didn’t know what to do. Talk? No. He could always fuck that up. Best to stay silent, as always.
“We’re not going to Ruth’s, by the way. Her parents caught her buying rum for the party,” Y/n spoke up, leaning across Peter slightly to talk to Patrick. Her tone was loud, though dimmed by the roaring of the students whenever anyone did anything on the sports field.
“Damn it, Ruth. I always tell that girl that paper bags are a dead giveaway.. So, we wanna go to Queenies instead?” Patrick rolled his green eyes, clearly disappointed by their friend.
“Of course,” she said in a joking tone, like it had been blatantly obvious. Then, she turned to him, with that smile of hers, and a shimmer in her eyes. “Peter? That’s your name, right? Would you like to go to Queenies with us after the game?”
“T-that’s my name. And I’d love to, if that’s okay. I don’t want to ruin your fun,” Peter spoke up, stuttering a bit, which he mentally slapped himself for.
“I invited you for a reason. If I thought you were a buzzkill, I’d move away as soon as possible.”
Noise flooded his ears, so he looked over at the scoreboard. Seemed like he had missed quite a bit of the game, since many points had been added since he last checked. For a little bit, he forgot that they had even been at a game, but with the roaring crowd, the cozy atmosphere surrounding the three of them cracked instantly, bringing him back to harsh reality.
“GO SPORTS!” Patrick yelled over the crowd, clapping along with everyone else.
“So,” Y/n started as soon as they sat down in a empty booth in a darkish corner of the small diner. It was a cozy place that smelled like milkshakes and heartburn, but in a good kind of way. “Peter, what music do you like?”
“Answer this carefully. You might get on her bad side if you hit a nerve,” Patrick smirked devilishly, wiggling his eyebrows.
“I’m not that bad, I swear.” She slapped Patrick’s arm with the back of her hand, rolling her eyes at him. “Tell us already!”
“Oh, well…” Peter started, but drifted off. All of his life, people had made fun of him for what he liked in music, or anything, really. Though Patrick and Y/n seemed nice, would they be like everyone else and judge him? “It’ll sound stupid.”
“Nothing truly sounds stupid,” Patrick said, pointing right at Peter, “and never think otherwise. Your taste matters in this cruel world.”
“Okay. Mostly I listen to David Bowie, Prince, Duran Duran, U2, The Smiths…”
“Ohmygod! Someone who likes good music! Our music!” Y/n squeaked, beaming head to toe. Peter couldn’t recall someone being so happy over a small topic like music, but he thought it was cute. She gripped Patrick’s arm tightly, shaking it vigorously. “Can we keep him? Peter, can we keep you?”
“Yes?” he said with more of a question than an answer in his voice. These people must’ve been slightly insane, but he thought he liked it, strangely enough. Never had he thought that people like them could exist. So free spirited; people who didn’t care and didn’t want to. They were just… them. And that amazed Peter.
“Do you know The Electric Fetus?”
“Yeah, I love that band.” Peter lied. He really didn’t know who it was, but the last thing he wanted to seem like was clueless.
“It’s actually a record shop, but good enough.” Patrick smiled. He did not even make a big deal about it. Just a casual mess up. Another new thing to add to the list of what makes a decent person. Not everyone had to point out your mistakes.
“Tell you what, sometime over a weekend, I’ll take you there, okay?” she offered. There was a constant undertone in her voice that sounded so welcoming, but he couldn’t place a finger on exactly why. It was something you could get addicted to hearing. “Show you some more good music…”
“Be careful, you start listening to that shit and it’s basically a popularity plague. One old song and your rep is dead.”
“I’m pretty sure my rep can’t get any worse…” he muttered. And at that, they burst out into sudden laughter, startling Peter a bit. Y/n was even wiping away tears from her eyes. Soon enough, Peter joined in with laughing, not fully sure of why yet, but it was just contagious.
“We’ll see about that,” Y/n managed to say, smiling ear to ear. “we can ruin anyone, kid. You’ll learn that soon enough.”
(Note that i’m tagging everyone who liked it, since they probably forgot by now… If you want to be un-tagged message me! Same goes for if you want to be tagged in the next! I swear it won’t take this long next time.)
before i go and reblog some patrick then turn off my laptop, i just wanted to say that i just watched amandaschronicles new video and they’ve come out as trans nonbinary, are using they/them pronouns, and changing their name to miles. and you have no idea how happy they were in the video and how happy i was watching it. near the end, they said, “i’d rather be hated for who i am, than loved for who i am not”; (if you recall, they said this when they came out as gay), and they said a couple other things that really got me emotional.
i hope one day i am free to be myself like them. fem-aligned non-binary, open abt being bi + panro; i hope one day i dont have ppl dragging me down for who i am. and honestly? sticking to the fact that patrick wouldnt want me to give up is something im gonna keep doing.
im here to stay. im here to fight for who i am. i like girls, guys, non-binary ppl, & im non-binary too. i wont give up. not a chance.
Hello lovely people, I’m new and need some help with finding interesting things please. If you’re into any of the following please like this post:
Mumford and Sons
Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Hey could you do a Pete Wentz imagine where he falls in love with your or something 😂❤️
“Hey Patrick,” You smiled at your best friend as you walked in his house like you lived there. Kind of seemed like you did sometimes. “Pete.” You nodded in his direction. You only met Pete a few times, so you were still unsure of how to act towards him. He gave you a small wave and smiled.
At least he was nice.
“So bored.” You muttered, leaning down and laying across the two of them.
“Oh well.” Patrick said, patting your back with fake sympathy.
“We should do something.”
“Lets order a pizza and build a fort!” You said, jumping up excitedly.
“Okay!” Patrick said with just as much enthusiasm. He turned to Pete. “I’ll order the pizza, you two start with the fort!”
“Okay.” Pete said flatly.
“My dear Pete, could you try being more enthusiastic please?”
“OH BOY, A FORT?!” Pete said loudly.
“Thank you.” Patrick nodded in satisfaction. He pulled out his phone and headed towards rhe kitchen. You ran upstairs, Pete following more slowly behind you. You gathered up as many blankets as you could, handing them off to Pete so you could get more. You both tossed armfuls of blankets dosn the stairs and ran down, jumping into the pile. Your laughs muffled, you sat up and smiled at Pete. The two of you dragged the blankets into the living room. Your hands bumped against each others a fee times, making your cheeks heat up and your tummy flutter.
You hoped he hadn’t noticed, but looking over at his expression, you knew he had.
How embarrassing. You thought to yourself as you dropped the blankets in front of the tv. Patrick returned and helped you two set up the couch cushions and pillows into a fort. He left again once he heard a knock at the door.
“Pizza’s here!” He exclaimed running out of the room.
You and Pete continued draping blankets over the cushions. You felt his eyes on you, making you uncomfortable. Especially trying to resist the urge to glance at him.
You found him quite attractive, but no way he felt the same about you. You shook your head and smiled as Patrick came running in, grinning wildly, with the box of pizza in his arms and several movies stuffed down his shirt.
The three of you managed to squeeze into the fort that was just big enough to hold you. You were squished between Patrick and Pete, laying down on your stomach, head propped up on your arms ad you watched the movies.
You tried to ignore how you were pressed up against Pete. You could feel his breathing, his heartbeat…
You felt him shift ever so slightly towards you, but when you looked over at him, he wasn’t paying any attention.
You bit your lip. Probably nothing. Either you imagined it, or it was an accident.
You looked on your other side, seeing happy little Patrick staring at the tv screen. You smiled. You loved your best friend, you really did. He was just the sweetest thing ever.
Patrick had told you how Pete was the only one to ever stick up for him in school. You an Patrick had been in grade school together, but attended different highschools. Apparently Patrick was bullied pretty bad.
You looked back at Pete. Though he was an “accidental” tease, he was a good guy. You decided you liked Pete. Anyone who sticks up for Patrick, you had no problem with.
You felt your cheeks warm up as you noticed Pete was staring right back at you.
“What?” He silently mouthed.
You shook your head. “Nothing.” You mouthed back. Pete smiled and put his arm around your waist.
“Nothing?” He whispered, his lips barely brushing your ear.
“I should get going.” You said standing up. The last movie had ended and it was pretty late.
“Yeah, me too.” Pete looked over at Patrick. “See you later.”
You headed out the front door and to your car.
You heard Pete behind you, but thought nothing of it as his car was right next to yours.
“Hey, Y/N?” He called out.
“Where do you live?”
“Uh…” Your brows furrowed. Why would he want to know where you live? “Do you want to come over or something?”
“Just follow me. So Patrick won’t suspect anything if we leave together.” You said simply, getting into your car. Lying to your best friend, you thought. Nice.
You didn’t live very far from Patrick’s, plus, your parents were out of town for a few days. You didn’t think they’d appreciate you bringing a boy home at…you looked at the time on the car radio, 11pm.
Once you unlocked the door to the house, you heard Pete pull in to the driveway. You were shivering from the cold, but you waited outside for him anyway.
“Hey.” He said as if he hadn’t just seen you five minutes ago.
“Hi.” You smiled, pulling him inside with you, out of the cold. Yeah, it was summer, but the nights were still chilly. You yawned and rubbed your eyes.
“I’m going to change.” You said through your yawn. “I’ll be back in a second.”
He nodded and looked around, shoving his hands in his pockets. You felt his eyes on you as you walked up the stairs, but you were to tired to think of something to say. You changed into your pajamas: shorts and an old button down shirt. You put your hair up in a bun and walked back downstairs. Pete looked half asleep standing in the middle of the room, exactly where you had left him.
You took his hand and sat him on the couch, sitting down next to him.
“Sleep.” You said, covering his eyes with your hand. He laughed, he had such a cute laugh, and pulled you down next to him. The last thing you remember before fall asleep was Pete wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you on his chest.
“Hey Y/N, I think I left my- WHAT IS THIS!?” You jumped awake to see Patrick standing in the door way.
“Hey ‘Trick.” You heard Pete mumble behind you, his voice still thick with sleep.
“I just came here to get my guitar pick, and I find both my best friends sleeping together.”
“We didn’t sleep together, we just…slept together.” You said slowly.
“What’s the difference?”
“One involves doing the dirty.” Pete said. “Yeah, we didn’t do that.”
“So wait…are you two like…a thing now?” Patrick asked.
You and Pete both looked to eachother. You shrugged.
“Aw….wait. My two best friends are dating….MORE FUN!”
-3 years later-
You smiled as Pete kissed your cheek, then your nose.
“Pete!” You laughed, trying to push him off you. You were in the recording studio, watching silently as the boys worked on their new album. They took a break for a bit and Pete had hugged you tight.
“I love you.” He murmured against your cheek.
Your eyes widened. Neither of you had said ‘I love you’, and quite frankly, you feared that he would reject you if you told him. You pressed your lips against his, slow yet passionate.
“Alright lovebirds.” You hear Andy’s voice from behind you.
Pete flipped him off but didn’t stop. If anything he kissed you harder, tangling his fingers in your hair.
“Okay guys….that’s enough.” Patrick pulled you backwards, away from Pete.
After the Charlie and Matteusz angst of the finale I just want scenes of them just being happy is that too much to ask.
I want to see them on sitting around on a Sunday, it’s raining outside and they’re sat huddled under a duvet watching old Disney films because Charlie needs to be educated on why Mulan is the best Disney Princess.
I want to see Charlie asking Matteusz endless questions about music, magazines and why on earth Kim Kardashian is famous.
And them going to the supermarket and buying at least one new thing for Charlie to try every time they go.
Them being that one ridiculously in love couple at college who make everyone want to puke with how adorable they are.
Seriously we deserve this for the shit they put us through.
Rory sighed as he stretched out on his bed. As he opened his eyes, he realized that it was still dark out. His eyes lazily flicked over to the blue numbers floating on his alarm clock. 3:15 in the morning. So his father should still be home.
Rory was home from college for winter break. He loved any time he got to spend with his father. Since he had grown up without a mother, his father had acted as both parents. Rory rolled out of bed and fixed his boxers as he shuffled out of his room. The house was chilly, his father hadn’t remembered to adjust the heat. So used to living alone, his father was. So used to an empty house.
His heart ached as he pulled in a sweater, thinking about all the time his father spent alone. How he buried himself in his work. It surely only got worse when his only son left for college at U of M, hours and hours south of their home.
Rory dragged his feet as he made his sleepy way down the stairs. He’d never had many friends in high school. He’d had the only friend he’d ever needed right at home. Being separated from his father was torture. But he was finally getting his footing socially. He went with his classmates to every football game. Attended late night parties. He was branching out. But his heart strings always tugged back his memories. His life waiting idle back home.
The smell of freshly brewed coffee encased him as he entered the kitchen, affirming that his father hadn’t left for work yet. Rory sank down into one of the comfy chairs at the table, his eyes half open.
State Trooper Patrick Kramer smiled affectionately at his son. He missed his boy almost too much these days. He poured a cup of coffee for his not-so-little-anymore boy and placed it on the table. He couldn’t resist cupping the side of his son’s head in his big palm. When Rory leaned into the touch, he slowly wound his fingers into the messy blond hair and placed a kiss on the top of his head.
Ever used to the affection, Rory circled his arms around Patrick’s waist. He always loved the smell of the pressed, clean trooper uniform and leather tool belt holding his gun and other things. Rory felt the rumbling timbre of his father’s voice as the older man spoke.
“Thank you for getting your butt out of bed to see me off. Just like when you were little.”
Rory smiled up at his father, content to just hold him for a moment and enjoy the gentle caress on his head. “You’re not the only one doing the missing, dad. It’s hard to be away from home.”
“Tell me you’re at least enjoying it. College life can’t be all bad.” He gave a playful tug on his son’s hair, knowing full well that Rory adored his school and his new friends.
“Of course it’s fun!” Rory batted his father’s hand away, only to have his own hand snatched up. Patrick pulled him out of his seat and the boy leaned in to the offered hug. “I just worry about you, here, alone.”
Patrick squeezed his son before letting him go. He placed a soft, lingering kiss on Rory’s cheek before turning to head for the door. “Don’t worry about your old man, Ror. I’ve got my guys at the squad. And you call me weekly. My son is going after his dreams. What more could I want? We’ll talk more when I get off my shift. I love you, son.”
Before Rory’s could say another word, his father was out the door and headed to his cruiser. He sighed, took his coffee and headed to the living room. With his father gone it was going to be a long, boring day.
The house was dark when Patrick got home. It was just after ten PM. He found his son asleep on the living room couch, the TV flashing quiet in front of him. He took a moment to admire his son. He had showered, only to change into another pair of boxers and lounge in his underwear all day. The house was warmer, he could tell. And he mentally chided himself for not turning the heat up sooner.
He sat down slowly on the couch. Rory was curled up against the arm. Patrick put his arm around his boy his shoulder. Rory instinctively scooted closer. Patrick put his head down on Rory’s and left his eyes drift closed. He had missed moments like this more than he could fathom. They’d grown more and sparse as his son grew up.
He was just starting to drift off when he felt Rory’s hand drift across his waist. His heart rate picked up slightly as his son grabbed his belt and began tugging on it.
“Stupid thing.” Rory’s mumbled. “Damn gun is digging into me.” Rory finally managed to unclasp the belt and pull it aside, letting it fall to the floor with a heavy thud.
Patrick chuckled, trying to hide his discomfort at the emotions that had just jolted him. “You know you’re obsessed with that gun. Don’t pretend.”
Rory snorted, letting his hand rest on Patrick’s hard stomach. “Guns are only interesting when hot guys are wearing them.” He was almost asleep again when his father did something he wasn’t used to. The trooped slid his hand up from the boy’s arm and rested his palm against the side of his neck. When the bigger man applied a gentle squeeze, Rory turned his tired eyes up towards his father. The look on his father’s face was another first for him. Was it longing?
Rory opened his mouth to ask a question was was stopped when his father’s lips descended firmly down onto his own. He sucked a small gasp into his lungs and froze momentarily. This didn’t deter his father. He was seemingly on a mission. He had made his mind up. Still a little groggy, he managed to snap out of his daze. He opened his mouth slightly wider and allowed the bigger man’s tongue into his mouth.
At the sign of acceptance, Patrick lost his control. He grabbed his son by the hips and pulled him onto his lap. Rory whimper as the kiss became more passionate. He was overwhelmed. His brain was turning thoughts over at high speeds. He gathered up enough sense to start kissing back. His tongue pushed the intruder out and forced it’s own way into his father’s mouth. He was so turned on he was trembling. He held onto the strong arms that were wrapped tightly around him.
When Patrick pulled away for a brief moment to allow them to catch their breath, Rory breathed out of name. “Dad,” he whispered. “Oh, Dad.” He opened his eyes and searched his father’s for an answer. He got it. His father loved him. That’s all there was to it.
Patrick captured his lips again and let out a deep groan as Rory began grinding his ass down onto the rigid erecting pressing up against him. Patrick cupped Rory’s firm ass in his hands and kneaded the plump flesh through the boxers as his son’s mouth trailed kisses down the side of his neck. His son undid the first few buttons on his uniform to make room for his wandering lips.
He wouldn’t stop to think. This is what he wanted. Always had wanted. He was going to let this happen.
Rory licked his way over Patricks collar bone, pausing to finish unbuttoning the shirt. He waited for his father to shrug out of it before he slid his hands beneath the undershirt and smoothed his fingers under the hard muscles he found there. Rory groaned, absolutely in love with the way his father felt.
Patrick pulled his shirt off over his head and let himself enjoy the look of pure attraction that was consuming his son. He reached up and cupped Rory’s head in his hand, bringing the boy’s lips down to his nipple. Rory immediately began kissing and licking the hard nub. It wasn’t a complete hot spot for Patrick, but it made him feel powerful to have the smaller boy worshiping a part of him, and he wanted it to distract the boy while he explored somewhere he knew for a fact his boy had never let anyone before.
Patrick tightened his grip on Rory’s hair to keep his head in place as he slipped his other hand down the back of his boxers. He sighed heavily as he strokes his finger over Rory’s untouched hole. Rory let out a whiny moan and began grinding his hips down into the bigger man’s again. Patrick applied pressure teasingly before tugging on the hair he had fisted in his hand to pull the boy’s head back.
Rory was panting with his excitement. This was all so new to him, physically. He had only ever read about these things. And he had certainly never dreamed of doing them with the man that had raised him. He started to overtime again. Patrick sensed this and quickly nipped it in the bud. He dabbed his sons chin and forced the uncertain, icy blue eyes onto his own. “I love you, Ror. More than anything in the world. Let me love you.” Rory melted as a firm kiss was placed on his lips.
He let out a small laugh as his father flipped him onto his back so we was flat out on the couch. The larger man sank between his legs, still wearing his trooper pants and boots. He didn’t seem to notice. In seconds Patrick had the boys boxers off and his legs pushed up to his chest. Without any warning Patrick dived in. He gave a quick lick before forcing his tongue into Rory’s hole. He fucked the boy with his tongue as he reached up to grab his son’s aching shaft in his large hand.
Rory moaned wantonly. Completely surprised and overtaken by the sensations. He trembled as his father ate his ass and began working his beefy paw up and down his cock. He lovingly rubbed his father’s close-cropped head as he was pushed quickly to the edge. When his father began humming into his ass, he lost it. He tensed up, biting his nails painfully into Patricks scalp as he shot cum onto his own stomach and chest.
He panted as he came down from his orgasm. Patrick massaged Rory’s balls and continued to gently suck and lick his son’s ass. “Dad, dad. Dad,” he moaned repeatedly. Before he could finish his thought, he dropped his head back against the couch and passed out.
(A/N) this one is smut right off the bat, beware. Request- riding Joe Trohman and Patrick Stump can’t mind his own business. (Era of 2004 as request stated) //////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
“Yes….yes..fuck…baby!” Joe grunts as he digs his hands into my hips, making me go faster. He grunts as I lean forward, hitting him at an angle. My hands on either side of his head, hair making a curtain on one side.
“Have you sween my-” I look up to see Patrick standing there. With an open mouth staring at me. He doesn’t make a sound, as i start playing with my breasts moaning at him, while still thrusting on Joe. I throw my head back, and moan loudly as Joe’s comes, running my hand through my hair, moving it to the side, smirking at him.
“So-sorry. I’ll-I’ll go. I- bye.” He runs out the bus, slamming the door. I lay down next to Joe, as he slips the condom off.
“Was that Trick? Who walked in?”
“Yes. I love how embarrassed he got. So cute.”
“Yeah, I guess so. Pete says he’s still a virgin.” Joe laughs, sitting up messing with his fingers. I run my hands on his back. Feeling it, he’s got somewhat of a bad back, this helps him.
“Maybe we should help him with that.” I sit up putting my arm around him.
“How? Trick is so awkward that-. No. Babe, out of all the people?” He whines, I look at him, with serious eyes.
“Joe, c'mon. You’re always saying you’re up for new things. Patrick is the right guy. He obviously has a crush on me. I can see it.”
“Andy has a crush on you. Hell, even Pete! Why is Trick so special?”
1) No more “Baby at the surgery?” from Nurse Crane. I don’t know if it’s Shelagh’s new uniform or the fact that she ran the surgery while Patrick was ill, but Nurse Crane seemed to boss her around less this episode.
2) The fact that Shelagh can take her daughter to the surgery and to clinic, and so she does. I like to think that when Angela is older, Shelagh might even take her along to things like choir practice or prayer with the nuns. Shelagh always has been a woman with multiple roles and interests in life. She wants to be a devoted wife and mother, while also being a good nurse and midwife, and she’s still religious, even though she’s left Nonnatus behind. I think if she wants to be all those things, she can, and she’s teaching her daughter the same thing by example.
3) The faces that Angela (Alice Brown) makes. That child. Do they give out baby Oscars?
I was honestly not expecting to love it this much but it really captures everything I love about the series.
I went in excited, but still cautious. I knew the odds of it just being a cynical cash grab. But Spongebob is my favorite tv show of all time so I had to take the chance.
And oh my god.
First of all, the production design is A++++++++. The set is stunning and I was continuously surprised by how flexible it was. Same with the costumes. Simple enough to get the idea across, but with tricks hidden up the sleeves. Squidward’s costume made me laugh every time he walked and you could see how simple the design was but it was sooooo effective. And the props master deserves all the awards. There were so many fantastic sight gags. The lighting may have been the best I have ever seen in a stage production and the sound design added some fun little touches. You could hear Squidward’s suckers as he walked across the floor and Pearl stomping across the stage.
And the staging at the climax (I won’t spoil it) was beautifully choreographed.
I’m currently going into music withdrawal. The pain of falling in love with a show that’s still in previews. I was initially skeptical when I heard that about a dozen different musical artists were writing the music. Like wouldn’t the tone be jumbled and all over the place? Surprise, it was actually super cohesive! Each song definitely had each respective artists’ fingerprints on it, like I could immediately recognize “Oh, that’s the Cyndi Lauper song” or “That’s John Legend”, but they all still fit together.
The Squidward song changed my whole life. It is THE showstopper in show packed with strong songs. I’ve never identified with anything more. Gavin Lee is beyond brilliant as Squidward. Best part of the show. I don’t wanna spoil any of it because when the song opened I nearly fell out of my chair laughing.
The John Legend song is absolutely beautiful, Pearl actually ROCKS THE FUCK OUT, and Patchy the Pirate gets a hysterical song about being a pirate written by Sara Bareilles. Patrick gets a gospel song and I know how that sounds but it absolutely works.
And the book is so funny. There’s a fair number of references to the show without being excessive and the new jokes are really in the spirit of the older seasons. That’s the thing I really love about this show. It captures the heart of Spongebob. It is so sweet and joyful and hopeful. I don’t want to spoil anything, but the ending is actually really emotionally effective and the take-away message is so positive without being saccharine.
I know a lot of people want to dump on this show for being commercial and because it will make a lot of money. And that’s the thing. They could have just slapped the Spongebob label on a mediocre show, made their money, and been done with it. But the creators have actually created a show with heart that honors the source material in so many wildly inventive ways.
I see some negative reviews of the show floating around the tag, and that’s fine. Not everyone has the same tastes. But it made me really happy and inspired. The Spongebob Musical is just pure silly joy and it’s the kind of work that I want to produce someday.
As far as my dream comic-writing gig goes, I would love to do a real soulful, simple little story about Wirt adjusting to life after his journey. Nothing earth-shattering or anything. Wirt going for a walk, drinking a cup of tea, having a chat with Sara at the bus stop, stopping at the library to read about the Puritans. Wirt watching birds. Talking to Greg. Walking past the graveyard on his way home. Doing all the things he would normally do, but with a new tenderness and with new eyes.
“patrick, you poetic and noble land mermaid”
- pete wentz
people never done a good thing - patrick stump /// let’s get it on (acoustic cover) - patrick stump /// uptown funk (cover) - fall out boy /// love selfish love - patrick stump /// twin skeletons ; hotel in new york city - fall out boy /// as long as i know im getting paid (instrumentals) - patrick stump /// explode (acoustic) - patrick stump /// i’ve got all this ringing in my ears and none on my fingers - fall out boy /// green light (acapella cover) - patrick stump /// spotlight ; oh nostalgia - patrick stump /// kanye west medley (acapella) - patrick stump /// *BONUS SONG*
i made of playlist of patrick stump(and/or fall out boy) songs, covers, acoustics,etc.
Okay guys. It’s official. Dom Sherwood from Vampire Academy will play our new Jace! I think he will play Jace good. I hope so. Now I’m curious who’s playing Clary!
Here’s a picture from our new Jace (he’s hot!)
Buuuuut this post isn’t about Dom! I think I found the perfect actor for our Magnus Bane. A friend and me discussed today about who is suitable for the role and we said the same thing:
Ezra Miller as Magnus Bane
You can’t imagine him as Magnus?? Well, I can write 5 reasons why he will be perfect for the role!
1. I loved him in “The perks of being a wallflower”, he played Patrick so good!
(This picture! When I saw it for the first time, I taught of the scene in City of Lost Souls, where all sits together in Magnus apartment and discussed, how they can rescue Clary & Jace from Sebastian. )
2. I never saw an actor who’s more fabulous than him! He has this “Fuck off! I’m fabulous”-thing.
3. He looks good in the “past” and also in “present”.
4. He’s hilarious!
5. His facial expression are so meaningful!
I don’t know about you, but for me is Ezra Miller a good choice for Magnus ‘fucking fabulous’ Bane.