If someone could make a gif of The Betrayal™ when Jack tells the Newsies he sold them out to Pulitzer at the rally and then everything falls to shit but all we see is Jack and Davey having this Intense Gay Stare™ and then Jack quietly mouths “Davey” but Davey just shakes his head and walks away…that’d be great.
Title: No One’s Roasted Like Gaston. Pairing: Implied!- Gaston x Reader. Rating: T. Words: 2,231. Summary: Gaston thought he was undeniable to women and even some men. Has he finally found his match?
There was nothing particularly notable about the early mornings, at least, not anymore. The sky above was it usual mixture of pinks, purples and some lighter hues of blue as the sun rose and lit up the clouds, giving them a rather unique looking glow. There was a small wind, but not chilling, and brought in the lingering scent of meadows and trees. You got used to those aspects and they slowly became the norm. You began to not notice them at all, and remarked them as being every day life. If one wanted to really shake things up in a morning routine, they would count the cobblestones that made up each walkway in the village. But, that’s the thing. No one ever wanted to shake things up. They wanted things to stay the same for that is the way they had been living for as long as anyone could remember. With change came the unprecedented fear that something terrible would happen as a result.
It was the hustle and bustle of such a small village did leave one breathless and forgetful on occasion if you didn’t pay attention to where you were going and why you were going there in the first place. If one was aimlessly walking in the morning time while the sun peaked into the valley, one might be trampled by those selling goods and merchandise. Some too expensive, and some not expensive enough and left you wondering whether you had been scammed or if you had gotten a good deal.
Aimless and mindless were surely your vibe this beautiful morning. You had nowhere to be, nothing to do or see and so you actually took your time to walk through the village during one of the busiest times of day. There was a variant of smells, some of which you happened to thoroughly enjoy. Fresh bread, springtime air, a small caddy on the corner before the village square that was selling freshly picked roses. Contrary to the flowers smelling divine, the actual vibrancy of the colors caught your attention and dwindled you to stay and admire them for longer than you had intended . Vivid reds, pastel pinks, yellow whites. It looked as if these flowers belonged immortalized in a painting for the entire world to enjoy.
Smiling at the vendor who was a few feet to your right, you plucked a light, dusty pink rose out of one of the buckets full of water. It dripped down your fingers onto your wrist causing a small shudder to shoot down your arm. Miraculously, it looked as if a skilled painter had dipped their brush in the sky during dusk, mustered up enough color to splotch onto the petals of the flower. Some parts were darker than others, but all around, it was a very delicate and soft appearing flower.
“Beautiful.” You could hear someone behind you say. And without the need to turn around and see the speaker, you were already well aware of who it was. Probably looking at himself in the reflection of a window again, you snickered quietly. It was as if you could see the bright red uniform from your peripheral vision and it was already giving you a headache. Setting the flower back into the metallic bucket, you gave the vendor one more glance over and polite smile before drawing your attention to your left, with the unsuccessful hope of getting out of there without Gaston being connected at your hip.
Why Do You Keep Apologizing! (Theo Raeken Imagine)
Here’s a Teen Wolf Imagine!
It’s actual rather longer than my usual, hope you don’t mind… I got carried away.
Requests are Open (Just bear with me)
I hope you enjoy!
You were born to a family of angels. If someone thought goody-two-shoes people were terrible, imagine how it felt to sport wings that burned every time you lied and having to move nearly every month once you’ve served your purpose.
Being an angel, you all had a specific purpose. And being part of a family, your family would spread across a town to spread positive energy throughout the people. No one could ever be in a bad mood if an angel was around… unless they’re so consumed by the darkness.
And once you stepped into Beacon Hills High School, you knew you found where you needed to go. You had a feeling you belonged to be there and it made your wings tingle underneath your jacket. You rolled your shoulders back and took a deep breath before setting off to find your locker. As you walked, there were multiple pairs of eyes on you. Not because you were an angel that just glowed (that’s actual a myth), but because there were other supernatural beings in that school that got a whiff of your scent. You just didn’t know that… yet.
“She’s not human.” Malia whispered, looking over to Scott and Liam who understood her statement. “Her scent… it’s… different.”
Scott nodded in agreement. “We don’t know if she’s a bad guy-”
“Or girl.” Lydia interrupted.
He looked over to her and nodded slightly. “Yeah… bad girl or not… We lay off her unless she proves to be a threat.”
“Just keep your wolf and coyote eyes on her.” Stiles added. “Stay. Away.”
“Well someone needs to tell Theo the plan.” Liam muttered. The pack looked over to what he meant.
And there you were, standing next to Theo Raeken, struggling to open your locker which, coincidentally, was next to his. He stood stiffly as the doors were pushed open a breeze sweeping in, carrying your scent over to him which made it stronger. Fear struck him in his bones after registering what your scent was. “Are you here to punish me?” He thought aloud.
You looked over to him as he hid his face inside his locker. “Excuse me?” You asked, politely. When there was no response, you decided to pat the young man on his muscly bicep. But then you saw darkness and a young woman tearing this boy’s heart out repeatedly. It was like a nightmare. You yelped as you pulled your hand away, immediately recognizing the feeling of darkness. It consumed him.
You were standing in a daze as Theo slammed his locker shut and hurriedly walked away from you. Your eyes trailed him.
In your first period, you introduced yourself to the teacher and was shown to a seat. There was an empty desk beside you and you couldn’t wait to attempt to befriend this new person. But fate decided to play against you as the boy from earlier sat next to you with an annoyed expression.
“Are you stalking me?” He asked, abruptly. “First you’re next to me in the morning, opening a locker that clearly wasn’t yours since you can’t even open the damn thing. And now you’re sitting next to me in my first period? I’ve never seen you a day in my life. So if-”
“I’m sorry if you got that impression.” You apologized. “I was told to sit here by the teacher. And as for the locker situation this morning, I honestly could not open the.. um… thing.”
“Damn.” Theo repeated. You raised an eyebrow. “Say it.” You shook your head. Wings tend to painfully shed a feather or two if a curse word left your mouth. Growing feathers back was the true punishment. After a long period of silence and an intense staring competition, Theo finally said, “I know what you are. And I’m not going back.”
“What?” You asked as the bell rang and class began.
After the class, you chased after him but he immediately disappeared into the crowd of students. “What did this kid mean.” You asked aloud.
It wasn’t until lunch time that you saw this mystery boy again. The two of you locked eyes across the room and he stood up to leave the cafeteria. You ran after him and just before he opened the doors to leave, you grabbed him. “Let go!” He said, shaking you off.
“What did you mean you aren’t going back?”
“Why do you care?” He shot back. “I don’t know you!”
“My apologies… I’m-I’m..” You began, but he interrupted.
“Why Do You Keep Apologizing!” He screamed. “Demons don’t do that!”
You furrowed your eyebrows. “You-you think I’m a demon?” You couldn’t even contain your laughter. His face sported a confused expression. “I apologize for my laughter. But I’m not a demon. My name is (Y/N).” You said, offering your hand.
“Theo.” He muttered. “If you aren’t a demon, then what are you? ‘Cause you’re definitely not human.”
“And I suppose neither are you.” You said with a playful smirk on your face. “You don’t need to be afraid of me, Theo. I’m not here to harm you nor take you back to that girl.” He raised his eyebrows at you, wordlessly questioning you. “That girl in your nightmares. The one that tears out your heart.”
“How did you-”
“Angels are more than just wings and good deeds, Theo.” You said. “We have purposes as to why we arrive in cities… and I have a feeling my purpose is to rid you of your darkness.”
“Can you do that?” He asked, hopeful. You smiled warmly.
I’m thinking about doing a part two…
Because this feels like it needs a part two. Wouldn’t you agree?
Oswald walks up to the bars separating his cell from Ed’s and slowly grips them, his surprised and steely glare at Ed never breaking. He then softens his gaze, giving the smallest of smiles before forcefully lunging his arm through their divider, in an attempt to grab his former best friend and near-successful murderer, but Ed frantically jumps back just in time to be out of his reach. The two continue to stare at each other, Ed showing his shock and anxiety at the situation, while Oswald’s eyes exude a quiet rage mixed with heartache, trying hard to keep himself collected.
Ed: “I… I take it you’ve seen the painting-“
Oswald: “OH, I SAW THE PAINTING, ED, AND I’M GONNA KILLYOU!!!”
Hamilton Characters as things said by me and my friends
<b>Alexander Hamilton:</b> *staring intensely at an essay* *whispers* I spelt Shakespeare wrong.... shit<p/><b>John Laurens:</b> *in the middle of PE* I'm a fucKING HOMOSEXUAL!!!1!!1!1!<p/><b>Lafayette:</b> j'aime beaucoup le poules!!!!!<p/><b>Hercules Mulligan:</b> *slams hand on table* spILL THE TEA<p/><b>Aaron Burr:</b> one time I had a girlfriend for a whole day<p/><b>Thomas Jefferson:</b> on a scale of 1 to sin how much sin do I sin?<p/><b>James Maddison:</b> no I really think its best for me to sit this one out... I'm ill<p/><b>George Washington:</b> I wish you were all dead but here I am... the mum friend<p/><b>King George:</b> To be honest this whole year can just go die for all I care<p/><b>Angelica Schuyler:</b> feMINISM<p/><b>Elizabeth Schuyler:</b> I may seem smol but I'm actually even smoller than that<p/><b>Peggy Schuyler:</b> *opens door* and this is the liquor cabinet<p/><b>Maria Reynolds:</b> one time I broke the law *stares of into the distance* ... littering<p/></p>
a deep sigh and rubs his temples in a weak attempt to order his
thoughts. It feels like a goddamned roller coaster in there and he
really doesn’t know what to do.
“It’s just … it should be easy,
right?” he continues, shaking his head. “They’re just words.
Granted, huge words. Words I never said before to another
person outside of my family. But …”
He pauses, looking at the big golden
eyes in front of him that study him expectantly.
“What do you think, man?” Dean
asks. “Am I a coward?”
No reply, just an intense stare.
“Or am I crazy?” Dean suggests.
“For talking to a frigging cat of all things!”
Mojo finally decides to blink …
and stays quiet.
“I am crazy!” Dean
groans, throwing his hands into the air. “Instead of facing my
boyfriend and telling him that I love him, I’m talking to his cat who
likes to chase flies and lick his butt all day. That doesn’t make any
Mojo tilts his head – and damn,
he does look a bit like Castiel that way – and eyes Dean in that
typical humans-are-quite-weird way. He did it the very first
time Dean came over – the night after his first date with Castiel,
him being all jittery and jumpy, wondering whether the ‘tea’ Castiel
offered him at the front porch with a warm smile before inviting him
in actually meant a hot beverage or something completely different,
his nerves all over the place – and Mojo obviously thought him the
weirdest person on the planet.
(By the way, the 'tea’ actually
turned out to be tea. That … and the best first kiss ever!)
Since then Dean’s relationship with
the cat is kinda reserved. Mojo mostly stays out of sight or at least
far away, just staring at Dean as though he hopes that this odd human
would finally disappear and never return. There is wariness and
suspicion and Mojo only condescends to ignore all this when he’s in
the mood for some proper petting.
“You don’t care about my problems,
right?” Dean sighs. “I mean, you’re a cat, why should you? You
probably think I’m dense for not having the nerve to tell my
boyfriend – my beautiful, gorgeous amazing boyfriend – that I’m
hopelessly in love with him. That the last few months had been the
best of my life. That I’m, without any doubt, the luckiest guy
He shuts his eyes for a second.
“He’s so awesome, you know? Everything I ever hoped for and at the
same time so much more! I’m so crazy about him, you’ve got no idea.”
He fidgets awkwardly. “But how do I tell him all that? I’m so awful
at the feelings-crap and as soon as I look into his pretty eyes I’ll
forget anything I wanted to say.”
Mojo dignifies Dean’s little
meltdown with a big yawn and an I-couldn’t-care-less
Dean, however, just lets it pass.
“How do normal people do it? Just say it right into the person’s
face?” He bites his bottom lip in frustration. “How?”
“There are some who talk about it
with their boyfriend’s pet,” suddenly a very deep and very familiar
Dean leaps to his feet immediately
and stares at Castiel with wide eyes. “Cas!”
Of course he shouldn’t be surprised
by his boyfriend’s presence since this is Castiel’s place after all
and he only left to run a small errand, even reassuring Dean that it
“won’t take long”, but for some reason Dean totally missed how
much time already passed.
Castiel, however, seems highly
amused. “So that’s what you’re doing when I leave the house? Having
deep and meaningful conversations with Mojo?”
The cat merely spares them a brief
glance before starting to lick his paws and ignore them in a way only
cats manage to do.
Dean smiles crookedly. “He’s
actually not the best to talk to.”
Castiel takes a step closer and
chuckles. “Don’t worry, I’m doing the same thing all the time.”
Dean lifts an eyebrow. “Really?”
“Yes.” Castiel cups Dean’s
cheek, his fingers so warm that Dean instantly leans into the touch.
“Just yesterday I told him how much I love my boyfriend.”
Dean’s heartbeat picks up its pace
rather spectacularly and he can’t contain a beaming grin. “You do?”
Castiel hums in affirmation, his
nose brushing Dean’s. “Very, very much.”
The kiss that follows is sweet and
soft and it makes Dean’s skin tingle in the most pleasant way
“I love you too,” Dean whispers
before surging right back in.
And on the couch Mojo continues to
groom his fur and probably wonders why humans are so annoyingly