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Michael Jackson + his babies

“They (my children) mean… It’s hard to put in words, because they mean everything. The way you would explain how your children make you feel… They’re the world for me. I wake up and I’m ready for the day because of them.” - MJ

anonymous asked:

Yo I was wondering, how would Caleb and Chloe respond to/perceive someone else's nostalgia? For example, if someone was reminded of the smell of their grandmothers house, or a piece of their childhood that was extremely important to them but they know they'll never see again. Would Chloe see or smell the place they were thinking of (since memories are heavily tied to scent)? What color would Caleb describe nostalgia as?


So, first off…I’m going to answer this for Caleb. I’ll leave Lauren and/or Anna to answer on Chloe’s behalf…but I have thoughts on this. I’m going to mention a little story here…


A month or so ago I was out to dinner with my boyfriend. After our evening of IKEA meatballs and Lingonberry drinks, we decided we wanted to grab dessert somewhere. So we decided to go to a bakery in Burbank that I had never been to before…

After jamming out to some classic Cartel in the car, we arrived and walked into the bakery; I froze immediately. I froze immediately and in about five seconds I was crying. I’m not even kidding…I was full on crying. I was crying because the inside of that bakery smelled like my Great Gram’s house (she passed away 10 years ago and we were incredibly close). 

In that moment, when I stepped inside that bakery, I smelled a smell that I never thought I’d experience again; a smell that I didn’t know I missed. It all just hit me and I started crying. I was so grateful for that moment because in the span of a minute I was hit by this flow of happiness and sadness as I reflected on memories of me, my brother and my Great Gram.

So…the reason I bring this story up is because I don’t think “nostalgia” is necessarily an “emotion”…but I think it can be “a vessel that carries us down a river of emotions” (cheesy wording…but true AF).

…and therefore, my answer: While I don’t think nostalgia can necessarily be felt by Caleb as an emotion/color all by itself…Caleb, as he matures, has been able to begin to identify combinations of emotions and what those combinations might mean. Think of it like each color is a word in a sentence and the full sentence describes the complexity of a thought or experience (like nostalgia). Actually! Even better…anybody here see ‘Inside Out’? As the character Riley gets older…the colored globes in her head evolve from single colors (blue for sadness, yellow for happiness) to mixtures of them. I think Caleb in all of his fits and starts of emotional maturity (he’s a teenage boy…so…lots of fits guys) he is learning to translate combinations of emotions into more intangible concepts like “nostalgia”.

In The Bright Sessions, Caleb has said things like “Orange and smothering” I believe, to describe emotions like pride or protectiveness…and I think that’s a result of the emotions that make up that intention mixing together to produce a color that can be perceived and communicated to describe that concept.

So…there ya go! My thoughts on that. I Hope it made sense! 

- Briggon

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Idk why all the falsettos headcanons are really lovey-dovey ideals of the relationships Bill Finn created. Not to offend anyone or anything like that, but the relationships in falsettos are MESSES and that’s why we love this musical, because it’s so REALISTIC with REAL PEOPLE. I just feel like the fandom is making it too cutesy, and I don’t even know if we’re talking about the same show? Like why would Marvin and Whizzer have tickle fights? Why would Whizzer and Trina be best friends? He had a fucking affair with her husband. Is it because some people are turning homosexual relationships into a novelty, because (you’re free to disagree, but) that’s how I feel. I think Bill Finn would be insanely uncomfortable if he saw that this is how people view his greatest and most complex work.

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Shades of Green

I scrapped this so many times trying to get it right ohmygod. Also I’m a filthy liar; sorry for not posting earlier! Oh, and I promise this isn’t smut, despite the title ;)

Request: omg can’t believe no ones requested my baby ashton :(( can you do one where he gets jealous over something (CAN YOU MAKE IT FLUFFY AT THE END)) // I tried my best, Anon. Thanks for requesting, I love this idea :)

Title: Shades of Green

Words: 900+

Summary: You’ve been tutoring one of the other guys on the piano, and Ashton can’t help but feel a bit jealous of the attention you’re giving away.

Warnings: None

The sound of your laughter drifts from one room to the next, followed by a few sporadic piano notes, and Ashton can’t help but roll his eyes from his spot on the couch. As he recalls, some people like to read books in peace.

The piano notes, however, don’t stop, and neither does your laughter. Sighing in irritation, Ashton folds the corner of his current page before closing his book and placing it on the coffee table, rising from his spot. He makes his way down the hall and into the music room of your shared apartment. “Music room” meaning the place where the casual instruments were kept; guitars, individual drums, cajons, the piano.

“Music room” meaning the place where you’re currently perched on the piano bench with Calum beside you, both of you laughing over some stupid inside joke or something as your arms brush from the close proximity.

Once again, Ashton finds himself rolling his eyes. “You guys having fun?” he asks, keeping his voice light, and both you and Calum jump, startled by the sudden interruption.

“Yeah,” you say around a bout laughter, taking a deep breath and composing yourself before blinking a few times and continuing, “why wouldn’t we be?”

Ashton shrugs. “I was just checking in.” Next, he turns to Calum and cracks an innocent smile. “Is my girlfriend a good teacher?”

Calum’s face flashes with doubt for a split second, and Ashton can tell that he knows something is up. He feels bad getting possessive over you like this, and Calum is his best friend, but Ashton just feels plain irked right now, partially because his reading kept getting interrupted and partially because you and Calum are acting particularly close, more than usual.

“She’s great, actually,” says Calum with a nod of understanding. “It’s getting late, though, and I promised Mitchy I’d meet up with him for drinks.” With that, he rises from the bench, tapping you on the shoulder and saying thank you. You smile in response and bid him goodbye, watching as he leaves before turning to face Ashton.

“Cal’s such a sweetheart,” you say. “Love that guy.”

Ashton scoffs. “It’s noticeable.”

You blink before your eyes widen in realization. “Ashton, are you… are you jealous?”

“What? No. That’s stupid, why would I be jealous?” You saw the way his jaw clenched up, how he kept shooting odd looks at Calum. It all started making sense. He wasn’t being honest; Ashton was definitely jealous back there.

“You tell me,” you say, standing up and crossing your arms. You’re confused; he’s never been like this before.

Then again, you’ve never spent as much alone time with any of the other guys as you have been with Calum lately.

“I’m not jealous,” Ashton insists.

“Good,” you reply. “Because I would be pretty damn offended if you actually thought I would start having… feelings for Calum.

Ashton sighs. “Can you… can you maybe teach me a few notes or something?” he asks, gesturing toward the piano. You smirk in victory. He may not have admitted it to you, but he totally gave away that he was, in fact, jealous.

“Come on over,” you say, scooting over on the bench and patting the spot next to you. Ashton grins and takes a seat beside you, admiring the glossy keys.

“This looks kind of overwhelming,” he says, and you giggle.

“It’s not that bad, trust me,” you reassure him. “Now, I think we should start with something basic, like Mary Had a Little Lamb or—”

“No, what’s the one Cal is working on?”

“Ashton, Calum has been practicing for over two months now.”

“I want to try it,” your boyfriend insists, and you sigh.

“Fine. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

//\

Later, you and Ashton are sprawled out on the couch as an old action movie plays on the TV before you. You have to give him credit, he picked up the piano pretty quickly. Of course he has a ways to go before he’s actually any good, but your boyfriend has always been a fast learner, especially when it comes to music.

“Okay,” Ashton suddenly mumbles into your hair as he buries his head into the crook of your neck. “Maybe I was a little bit jealous back there.”

You smile knowingly. “Oh, yeah?” you say, feigning innocence. You feel Ashton nod, and you giggle as his curls tickle your neck.

“Just a little,” he mutters again, planting a soft kiss against your neck before backing away to face you. “But only because you’re like, my favorite person in the world and so is Calum, so when I saw my two favorite people getting close without me I kinda freaked out.”

“Hey, no worries,” you tell him with a shrug. “In all honesty, it was kinda hot.”

Ashton grins and leans forward, resting his hands gently on either side of your face and pressing his lips to yours in a lingering kiss. “I love you,” he says when he pulls away, and you only smile mischievously in response.

“I know,” you reply, leaning back into him as he wraps an arm around your shoulders and pulls you closer. “Believe me, I know.”

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