if you listen very very closely you can hear my crying as i post this

Regarding Dean

Characters:  Dean, Reader, Sam

Summary:  Sam calls reader to babysit Dean after he’s cursed by a witch.

Warnings:  Angst-ish

Word Count:  1776

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Regarding Dean

The screen lights up on your phone, Sam Winchester’s name flashing on the screen.This can’t be good, otherwise Sam would never, ever call you. Not after everything that happened. Should you answer? You don’t really want to dredge all that shit up. But if he’s calling, it’s important. You’re thumb hovers over the green button. It’s on the third ring before you decide to answer.  


“(Y/N)? It’s me, Sam. Please, don’t hang up, just hear me out.”

“I’m listening.”

“Thank…thank you. Listen, I wouldn’t be calling if I didn’t need help, you know that I wouldn’t. But I need you.”


You can’t figure out how Sam knows you’re in the area. You haven’t had contact with Dean or Sam for over year. Is he still keeping tabs on you through the hunter network?  It’s touching in a way, you’ve always had a soft spot for Sammy. Truth is, you miss him.

Why the fuck are you driving to the motel right now? Why would you willingly put yourself in this position? Must be temporary insanity. It’s the only logical explanation. Maybe you should drive straight to the psych ward and check yourself in after this is over.

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Summer Fling Part 10

Title: Summer Fling: Father Daughter Time

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 4,814

Warnings: Fluff, MECHANIC!DEAN, Minor Mention of Sex.

Summary: After months of struggling, an impulse decision puts you on the road from Sioux Falls to Lawrence Kansas, hoping that your father, Bobby Singer, will take you in for the summer.  A breath of fresh air. A change of scenery. But little did you know, this summer was going to change your life forever.

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A/N: I hope y’all enjoy this part as much as I do! It’s one of my favourites. It would be wonderful if you could leave me some feedback. This series lives on it. I am also not responsible for dental bills. 


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August 1st.

You walked in the front door with the biggest grin spread across your cheeks. It was just after one thirty in the morning when Dean dropped you off from your exciting weekend together. A summer music festival a couple of cities over was too good to pass up and Dean managed to get tickets for the two of you. You spent the whole weekend together enjoying the summer sun. Your dad on the other hand, was going to be pissed at you for coming in this late. You probably would have been better off staying the night at Dean’s but you didn’t have any clothes for work in the morning.

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Pretty Little Liars 7x20 Til Death Do Us Part - Thoughts

I literally just finished watching the finale and A-List Wrap party right now. I have not seen a single comment about the finale, I don’t know how it was received, at all. Sorry if these comments are just reinforcing what everyone else has been talking about for the past several hours, because again, I have no idea what everyone is saying. Here are my thoughts! 

- It did not feel like a series finale to me and I cannot pinpoint why. I felt the goodbye scene at the end was not strong enough. Sasha said that they had to keep re-filming that scene because she was crying too much when she said “this feels like the end of something” - well, I think they went with the take that had not enough emotion, to the point it felt like a regular line and it lost its power. Not just this line, but in general, I never got a sense of “farewell PLL” from this episode, unfortunately. Not saying it’s a bad episode, but, I didn’t get that sense of “thank you and goodbye Spencer, Hanna, Aria, Emily, Alison and Rosewood”. 

- Marlene said that there is one question she cannot wait for fans to find out, but she can’t tell us what this question is without telling us who AD is. What the hell could be this question?



- I’ve always said Pretty Little Liars is a two-part show: half a romance show, other half a mystery show. They really demonstrated that tonight, by having almost a very equal divide between the romance and mystery. The entire first hour was romance, and the entire second hour was mystery (plus farewells). The first hour, I was shaking my head. “This is not good. Not good at all.” Sure, there were some cute scenes, like Emison’s proposal, but there was too much fluff in the first half. The second half, it really kicked off. 

- So, my theory ended up being so damn accurate, what the hell! I can’t believe it! Even though Spencer’s twin was my foremost suspect going into the finale, I still ended up being shocked, because of the simple fact that they went with it almost exactly exactly exactly how I said! Not just the who, but also the why! I even got the name Alex Drake! 

- Okay, so I got the part wrong about the twin having helped Charlotte play the game from season 3 onwards. And honestly, that is my biggest complaint about the finale: AD started playing the game after Charlotte died, period. Again this is my biggest complaint and this is where the finale fell flat for me. Technically, PLL could have ended with Charlotte’s reveal in 610. Everything we got with Alex Drake’s story, was purely an extension because we got renewed for more seasons. I just know there will be people saying “ugh I’m so mad that AD has no connection to pre-time jump” and yes I fully agree, and that’s my biggest complaint too… but my response is: weren't the extra 2 years nice? Sure AD is irrelevant to seasons 1-6A, sure that is incredibly underwhelming and no where near as good as the fan theories… but we got an extra 2 years of PLL in our lives because of this extra, final A story? I’m grateful? #alwayslookingforthepositiveside

- I do not understand Ashley’s comment. Quote “you finally get to find out who A is, who’s been torturing us for the last 7 years”. Girl… it was just a month or two, in Rosewood time. 

- Am I the only one who never really felt a sense of danger, or intensity? Weird, since it’s the series finale, and literally anyone could’ve died. It’s not like we had another season, and I knew Spencer was safe from dying. Yet, I never truly did feel like Alex would win the fight. I can’t take PLL villains seriously for some unexplainable reason.

- I really liked the flashbacks that explicitly showed us the scenes where “Spencer” was actually Alex. That was great. I wanted more flashbacks to earlier seasons, however. (I did appreciate that they played some music from the pilot, though!)

- THANK YOU MARLENE for not doing another Charlotte reveal where A sits around crying all episode, trying to make us feel sorry for them. Sure, Alex (nearly said Twincer!) had a sad story, but she embraced her sadness, and it fuelled her anger to take over Spencer’s life. That was really good. I loved seeing Troian walk around with an axe. Bless. 

- I was surprised we didn’t hear of Radley (as a sanitarium). Honestly, thank god.

- I think the motive is the strongest we’ve ever had, of all the A’s so far: Alex was so jealous of Spencer so she wanted to break up the girls, yet her threats only made them closer. Therefore, she decided, “why break them up, if I can just become Spencer?” That is so evil and I love it. 

- I EVEN CALLED IT that there will be a scene where someone holds a gun to Spencer and Twincer, and they have to prove who the real Spencer is. I LOVED that! 

- I have a feeling that once I finish typing this, the first word I’ll be seeing people use to describe the motive is cliche. Especially the above mentioned scene about not knowing which Spencer to shoot. It is a bit cliche. (”I’m Buzz Lightyear!” … “no, I’m Buzz Lightyear!” Toy Story 2.. anyone? That’s where my mind went, lol) An evil, jealous twin is a tad cliche. I can’t defend that. But within this world of PLL, it worked well I guess. 

- Sorry Troian, I wasn’t too convinced by the British accent unfortunately. But my gosh you slayed the rest. WHY COULDN’T WE GET AT LEAST ONE SCENE WITH TROIAN IN THE HOODIE!? That was a real shame. I get that it was set one year later, but… still, Alex should’ve wore the hoodie for a scene or two. For satisfaction’s sake, and it’s also just iconic for PLL. 

- SHOUTOUT TO A FOLLOWER OF MINE WHO MESSAGED ME AFTER THE AIRPORT SCENE IN 715 SAYING THAT TWINCER SOUNDED BRITISH. HOW DID YOU GET THAT PART TOO!? “Are you going someplace?” sounded very British, I agree, but I never picked it until I was told to listen for it. Genius.

- We even got it right as to who Wren was shooting: Twincer, so that she can look like Spencer. Gosh, is there anything we didn’t predict?

- Bethany who? Eddie who? Seriously though, I’m going to spend hours editing my unanswered questions list. We got a lot. You can say whatever you want about the finale, but you can’t say we didn’t get answers. Like, c’mon. If you’re saying we didn’t get answers, you’re the type of person who complains over nothing and is just impossible to please. Every word that came out of Alex’s mouth was golden. We had rapid fire Q&A with Alex and Spencer. I’m not saying this finale answered 7 years worth of questions; I’ll probably find some unanswered things once I start going through my list. But… You. Can. Not. Say. We. Got. Zero. Answers. I hope that when I finish this post, I don’t see people spreading such stupid negativity. 

- Wren died? How? Why? That was unnecessary. This finale really lacked a major death. I wanted to say OMG to at least ONE thing, and unfortunately, I couldn’t. Not one thing shocked me.

- Am I the only one who thought Wren’s involvement seemed a bit forced?? What are the actual odds of Wren running into Alex at a bar in London? Seriously? But whatever. I’m so glad he played a role in this, and a damn big one too. 

- So ALEX was the British person Mary was talking to on the phone in 701!!!

- I loved the scene between Alex and Charlotte!!

- I found it really really random that Alex started messaging Mona 1 year later. They had just moved on and all of a sudden Alex is back to start to reveal herself. Maybe I’m forgetting something because that was just weird.

- I was disappointed that there wasn’t a major reason Alex took Ezra. I was waiting for them to reveal a mind blowing alliance between the two but then it slowly became obvious that he had just been kidnapped and wasn’t on the friendly side with Alex. 

- Melissa’s mask was just pointless. That was pure fan service to MelissA theorists. (And also to throw us off for a bit.) And I knew Melissa wasn’t AD since there’s no way they’d reveal Uber A so randomly at a picnic like that. I knew it was a mask.

- I got dollhouse vibes when Spencer (or Ezra?) said “we’re still underground”. I thought that was creepy!

- Seriously… they make reference to the mums getting out of the basement, without actually giving us an answer??? “Do you remember how we even got out of there?” said Veronica. It would’ve been better to leave that dialogue out completely. Teasing fans over something they’ll never get, is far worse than acting like it was just forgotten. 

- Did Veronica know that Spencer has a twin, since she made a comment in 4B about not knowing who is coming down for breakfast; Spencer or her evil twin? They really made it out as if no one knew about Alex.

- Wren is the father of Emison’s baby!? That was so subtle, the way Alex said it. WHY!? That makes no sense. I’ve noticed that this show is really big on “who” but not so big on the “why”. I’m just going to assume that Wren was the only male she had “access” to, to pull off the stunt, so she used Wren simply out of convenience. That’s all I can think of.

- So Ezria got married, Haleb is having a baby, Emison is engaged with twins, and Spoby is??? I was really really shocked actually that one ship is still left up in the air. It’s not a sad ending, but it’s not happy either. Maybe that’s the one thing that doesn’t get answered that Marlene was talking about.

- That last scene with the recreation of ‘that night’ should NOT have been the last scene of the entire show. If Freeform wants to launch a spinoff, fine, go ahead, but how dare you cut to the end credits after that scene. Call me fussy, but I call it passion. The final scene of the show should have been Mary and Alex stuck in Mona’s dollhouse. Cut to the credits after that closeup on Alex (Which, was brilliant by the way, and aligns with Janel’s comment of Mona having her own unique happy ending.)

- The wrap party was boring. Just saying. It should’ve been the 6 liars (yes Mona too) with Marlene, sitting in Spencer’s barn, talking about the making of the finale, any questions that couldn’t get wrapped up, favourite episodes, etc. I finished the finale and thought “it’s okay, I still have one more chance to farewell the show since the last scene didn’t do it for me!” and nope, this third hour was no better.

- FULL CIRCLE HOW??? Can someone name one thing that happened, that can be classified as “full circle”??? In my mind, full circle means Alison dying and the girls having a sleepover in the barn!?

- Overall, this is how I summarise the finale:

It did not feel like a finale. The first half was boring, even for a series finale. The goodbyes were not strong enough, and I did not feel like I properly said “thank you” and “farewell” to my favourite fictional characters ever. The scene with the girls at the end was far too short. The AD reveal was very predictable for me and other dedicated detectives, but I think other fans across the world will be pleased since it wasn’t actually that obvious. The motive was great. Troian slayed. But, coming from a person who also has a non-rhotic accent (Australian), I felt put off by Alex’s accent. The final scene was just stupid, I’m not watching a spinoff - the final scene should’ve been Mary and Alex. We got a shit ton of answers, but, as I’ll soon see when I go to my list, I don’t feel like it was everything. But absolutely, most things, yes.

In 3 words: slow, predictable, fun. 

Here’s my theory where I correctly solved Alex Drake

Here’s my farewell letter

Why Phichit is my Favorite Character

In honor of reaching 500 followers, I decided it was about time I made a post that shows that this blog is actually what it sounds like. This is going to be a long ride full of incoherent rambling, so hold on tight. Yes I am listening to Shall We Skate and Terra Incognita on repeat while writing this

Lets start from the beginning. The first time we see Phichit, we see him for only a few seconds, where he only says one line of dialogue, ¨Yuuri!¨, which was preceded by a giggle. We don’t see him again for the rest of the episode, or the next. Or the next. There is nothing that you can glean from this character at first glance.

But that was the moment I fell in love with the character that is Phichit Chulanont. 

See, It wasn’t his first official appearance that made me fall in love with him. The reason I liked this character so much was because I understood he was close to Yuuri and cared about him. Now, for those of you who don’t know, I became invested in Yuri!!! on ICE because of Yuuri and the premise + figure skating. Not victuuri, although that was wonderful because!!! Representation!!! I was just glad there was a main character I, and many others, could deeply relate to. But this post isn’t about Yuuri. Its about Phichit. And because I could see he cared for Yuuri, I got interested. 

So I watched the scene again to figure out what I could. And here is what I was able to come up with.

He lives in Thailand, but has just arrived home after being somewhere else, or is leaving. More likely the former. He is cheerful, and invested somewhat in social media. He is close friends with Yuuri, or at least acquainted, and is likely a figure skater. 

I looked him up after that, and my love only grew. 

Also, we had this picture in the ending

God I love him

The next time we see Phichit, we see him in a video call with Yuuri in episode 4. His first appearances are all very Yuuri-centered. 

But boy did this scene deliver a BIG LOAD of information. 

I had been right about quite a few things from my first guesses about Phichit. He just arrived back in Thailand and likes social media, as seen by the literal touchscreen gloves and multiple IG posts. He is also very close with Yuuri. VERY CLOSE. I damn near cried over how comfortable and happy Yuuri became when he was talking with Phichit. And how comfortable PHICHIT looked when he was talking to Yuuri. 

They had clearly been friends for a long time, Yuuri even knew phrases in Phichits native language, and I have no doubts that Phichit knows phrases in Japanese.

This sort of familiarity and calm interaction is something we only really see Yuuri take part in when he is with his family, +the Nishigori’s, at least at the beginning of the series. 

When Yuuri starts talking about composer girl, Phichit is able to immediately understand what Yuuri needs without even having to hear Yuuri say it. That is the kind of friendship some can only dream of. 

We already know Phichit is a wonderful, reliable friend from less than a minute of interaction. Less than a minute. I counted. I have seen dozens of shows where it takes multiple WHOLE EPISODES to understand the relationship between two characters, but with Yuri on Ice it takes less than a minute. This is a result of good writing and good, rounded characters. 

Which leads to my next topic of discussion.

Phichit is such a well-rounded character holy shit

There are no lingering doubts about Phichit’s character. There isn’t a scene where you are left wondering, “Why did Phichit do this” or “What is Phichit thinking” because we know, at least in my case. As long as you understand Phichit as a character you can understand the motivations behind his actions. 

Episode 6 is a beautiful Phichitfest and I was having a good ol’ time. 

Now, for reference, episode 6 is when I really got into Yuri on Ice as a show. Characters I didn’t really like were starting to have more appeal, like Viktor, and characters I loved got better, somehow. 

Bonus points for fashion goddamn


His constant need to document everything on social media is also much appreciated. 

also this

Captain of the #victuuri ship honestly same Phichit

So,as I’m watching this episode I’m just waiting and thinking 

when do i get to see Phichit skate?? when??

I find out Phichit skates first and Im !!!!

then he skates. 


Phichit steps out onto that rink in his princely attire and I am gone then and there.

Shall We Skate? is such a masterpiece and I LOVE IT

You can say what you want about Phichit, but if you cant see how much Phichit adores skating through his performance than you clearly haven’t watched the series. 

I have a record of crying every time I watch Phichit skate when I watched the episodes he was in for the first time. Every time. This one is no exception. 

The fact that the audience is shown to get very caught up in Phichit’s performance made me so happy? These people, who are all there to support the more popular skaters, are getting caught up in the dance of a skater who hadn’t even been on their radar. 

Originally posted by meldingseas





what a good friend fukc i love him

What I wouldn’t give to have a friend like Phichit


Terra Incognita. 

me too ciao ciao

This performance showed how much you can glean from a person while watching them skate. And yes. I cried. 


His motivation for skating is so fucking clear. 

He wants to make his country proud.

And he does. 

The audience is rooting for Phichit, he gets the crowd hyped up and he delivers. 

He worked his ass off for this performance and it pays off

He nails all of his components and scores higher than he ever has

He is so confident that hes won and he WINS






And that’s why it made me so mad when he lost the Grand Prix Final. 

Sixth. Place. 

I love the other skaters. I really do. But JJ did not deserve a bronze medal. He was way over scored and should have gotten last place. Phichit scored about as high as the previous years third place winner. JJ. 

His Shall We Skate made me hella emotional and sob along with him at the end. He is SUCH A GOOD SKATER. 

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I never cried as hard during the entirety of YOI as I did during Phichit’s Terra Incognita performance. He was so happy to just be performing. Even after he messed up one jump he continued to smile. 

That is what makes a performer. 

Phichit entertains the audience. He holds their attention and gets them hyped up and on the edge of their seats. 

He has fun while he skates and just genuinely loves his sport. 

This gif sums it up pretty well

Originally posted by vikturi-katsforov

The scenes he got outside of the competition made me happy at least, and some of the flashbacks provided some nice information and depth

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and the iconic #victuuricaptain moment

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and I may be really salty about his loss but i am SO PROUD OF HIM

I am going to quote something I said when I first made this blog. 

“Just by qualifying for the Grand Prix Finals, Phichit won. He may not have won a medal, but he achieved not only one of his dreams, skating “Shall We Skate” in a major competition, but also made history by becoming the first Thai skater to compete in the Grand Prix Finals. WE should all be extremely proud of him, and hopefully watch him continue to made his dreams reality in the next season!”

I stand by this statement fully and wholeheartedly. Yes, Phichit deserved to be placed higher, and yes, it was completely unfair. But lets be proud of what he did achieve, and appreciate him for the amazing character he is. 

tldr; Phichit is a wonderful character and I love him. Thanks for 500 followers!

all to myself: vlog 5

“It’s hard to be a vlogger when half your subscribers care more about your hot friends than you.”
- Y/N, from her April 23, 2016 vlog titled ‘Jimin shows his stupid abs 8 times (not clickbait)

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pairing: jimin x reader, yoongi x reader
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Stuffed animals

A/n: requested by the amazing @moonlightonroses .Reader is around 5 or 6. This idea was amazing and watch I’ll screw it up. Sorry.
Description: batsis gets kidnapped and her brothers use her stuffed animals to find her.

Jason walked into the cave, his arm behind his back. He walked over to Dick and made sure to keep the object in his hand hidden. Dick smiled at his younger brother before turning to watch his little sister.

You and Damian were sparring. Well, Damian was sparring while you were pretending to be a ninja. Dick smiled as you kicked Damian in the knee before doing the move you had just learned.

“Go easy on her!” Dick shouted when he saw it get a little rough. Damian nodded and went on with sparring. Dick looked over at Jason. “What did you get y/n? I’m giving her a little teddy bear.”

Jason laughed quietly at his brother. “A teddy bear? That’s one of the most generic plushies out there. I got her a dog one. Y/n loves dogs but old man won’t let her get one since demon spawn has too many pets.”

A sharp cry of pain interrupted them. They both immediately snapped to look at where their younger siblings had been sparring, expecting Y/n to be injured.

Much to their surprise though, Damian was groaning on the floor with him covering his nose. Y/n stood next to him and shrugged at her older brothers. “He didn’t move. It’s not my fault.” You said.

Damian let out another groan in response. Y/n finally noticed Jason and went flying into his arms. She laughed as he hugged her tight. “Jay! You haven’t been home in a while! I missed you.” You shouted.

“Sorry y/n, work kept me busy. But I brought something for you…” Jason said as he held up the toy dog. Y/n let out a squeal of delight and hugged it tight. It was a good thing that it wasn’t alive, otherwise it’d be getting the life squeezed out of it.

“Thank you thank you thank you!” You shouted. Dick frowned. “She didn’t act like that when i gave her a teddy bear.” He huffed. Y/n heard him and gave him a hug too.

“That’s because it was the fifth one you gave me.” You said and the others laughed. Between the laughter, you managed to pick up the smell of coffee. That meant it was either your dad or Tim.

You ran towards the stairs to see who it was and were overjoyed to find the latter. “Tim! Guess what I did to Dami! He played ninja with me and I beat him!” You shouted as you ran to your brother.

Tim laughed and picked you up, carrying you to Dick, Jason, and Damian. “Did you now? He never lets you beat him at ninja! Where’d you get the puppy from?” He asked. You held it up proudly.

“Jay gave it to me!” You exclaimed. Tim laughed as he looked at his predecessor. “I hope that you don’t forget about the little turtle I got you.” He said.

Damian snorted. “She most likely likes my gift best of all. I gave her a Robin. I hope that the rest of you kept the receipts.” He said snidely. You shook your head.

“I like them all the best!” You shouted. Laughter was heard and your brothers turned to see Bruce coming down the stairs too. You made Tim put you down and you ran to hug your father.

“Daddy! Jay got me a puppy and I beat Dami and-” you were cut off by your father lifting you up. “I can see that. Y/n, I think it’s close to dinner though so why don’t you go see grandpa Alfred while I talk to your brothers.” He said.

You nodded and ran off. Bruce watched you go and let out a sigh. “Boys we have a problem. I’ve been getting more threats as of late. Normally I wouldn’t care but the threats seemed to be centered at you. For instance, one of them mentioned about how they would kidnap one of you if I don’t give them any money.”

“You ignored them right? Bruce, you’ve never let one of those messages get to you. It’s not like they know about our jobs at night.” Dick said. Bruce shook his head.

“So far there’s been nothing to show that they know anything. I know that you boys can take care of yourselves but I’m worried about y/n. She can’t fight which will make her a target.”

“B, I think she’s gonna be okay. She managed to hit demon spawn in the face today and we all know that he wasn’t going easy on her.” Jason said. Damian immediately piped up with some excuse as to why he let her win and started another argument.

Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose and went to check on dinner.


Your brother were in your room, saying goodnight. They had tucked you into bed with each of the stuffed animals that they had gotten you. You smiled sleepily at all of them while you snuggled up to your most recent one, your (favorite animal.)

The boys all left the room while your father said his goodnight. Soon they were downstairs, talking in quiet tones. There was no patrol that night, since they had to figure out the best course of action to deal with the threats.

It had been about an hour when the power went out. There wasn’t a storm, so the family was immediately on edge. When the generator didn’t turn on, they panicked.

The sound of breaking glass and a scream rang out in the manor and they all were running to your room. They could hear more yells and a cry of pain from your room, sending your family into a panicked frenzy. “Y/N!!” Bruce shouted. He was the first one there and was shocked.

Your window had been shattered and the pieces were all over the floor. In the short time that it had taken him to get to your room, the intruders had managed to injure you somehow, judging by the blood in the room.

It was all over. On the floor and on the walls, but there was so much on your bed and stuffed animals. Bruce went into detective mode and started trying to find some clues. He hadn’t noticed his sons’ arrival until Tim was helping him search the room.

Jason, Dick, and Damian had already left to find you. While Tim and Bruce looked around, the other three were scouring every possible place you could be. Alfred stayed by the phone in case of a ransom call.

Bruce held your (favorite animal) in his hands. It was hard to believe that only a little while ago, you had been safe at home. Now you were God knows where, possibly being hurt. That’s if you were even alive.

“Bruce? I’m going to need the toy. There could be DNA evidence from the attackers.” Tim said quietly. Bruce nodded numbly and handed it over. Looking around the room, he tried analyzing it as best as he could.

Unfortunately, it was impossible to concentrate. He was so worried about you. If it had been one of the boys taken, the kidnapper wouldn’t have even made it out the window. But you were only a little kid, there wasn’t much you could do.

“Bruce!” Tim shouted. He stood up and went downstairs to find Tim with a smile on his face. “Tim, why are you happy?” Bruce asked.

“The blood isn’t y/n’s. None of it is. It all belongs to a scientist named Joshua Capello. He’s been trying to get funds from Wayne enterprises for months now, remember?” Tim said.

“So when he realized that I wasn’t going to give him the money, he decided to kidnap and threaten one of my kids? That still doesn’t explain how he was able to get pass the security system.”

Tim smirked. “Joshua Capello has been working on making EMP emitters. That’s why you wouldn’t give him the money. I’m guessing that he decided to try one out tonight. I’ve let the others know his address and any other places he’ll be. Y/n will be home safe and sound by morning.”

The phone started to ring and Alfred picked it up. Tim and Bruce were able to hear and they listened intently. “Listen, I have Y/n Wayne and I’m not scared to kill her. Either you give me at least a million dollars or I blow her brains out.” A deep voice spoke out.

“Sir please leave her out of this. No one has to come to any harm. We’ll get you money an-” Alfred started but a scream was heard on the other side. Gunshots were ringing out and there were a couple cries of pain. Soon another person was on the phone.

“Hi Grandpa!” You said cheerfully. “Jay and Dick just took out the bad guy. He wasn’t very nice. Oh wait…. Okay, Dami wants to talk to you.”

Alfred sighed as the phone switched. “Hello Pennyworth. Y/n is safe with only one injury. She had a bruise on her arm from where the man had grabbed her. Grayson will be bringing her home.”

“Thank you master Damian. The blood in miss y/n’s room was confirmed to be her kidnapper’s. What did she do to him?” Alfred asked.

Jason and Dick answered at the same time. “Broken nose!” They shouted in the background. A giggle was heard from you. “Alright, it is well past miss y/n’s bedtime so please bring her home soon.”

Much later that night…

You were finally home. Your big brothers had spent hours fussing over you and making sure that you were alright. Grandpa Alfred had even made you a batch of cookies.

Your dad had been very worried. When you had walked inside, he swept you up into a bone crushing hug and held you that way for a while. Now you were trying to fall asleep. But you couldn’t.

You tossed and turned for a while but nothing seemed to help. Finally, you gave in and walked to your father’s room. “Daddy? Can I sleep with you tonight?” You asked as you opened the door.

Your dad looked at you and patted the bed. You crawled up and under the covers. He smiled down at you before laying down next to you. “You were very brave, y/n. Not a lot of kids can go through what you did.” He said quietly.

You shook your head. “I wasn’t that brave. I was really scared. The bad man kept saying that he’d hurt me. But then Jay and Dick started beating him up while Dami helped me.” You said.

Bruce pulled you in close and hugged you again. “You scared me, y/n. You scared all of us. But you’re safe now and I promise that your brothers and I will keep you safe.”

You closed your eyes and soon fell asleep. He smiled at you and kissed your forehead. “Goodnight my baby bat.”

A/n: I know it sucks. But I’m going to be posting a dialogue prompt thing soon, so request something please. I’d be happy to do it.

anonymous asked:

Hey! I'm writing a very isolated story about two people who slowly fall out of love and I was wondering if you had any tips on how to write sadness? Like, crushing, heavy sadness, without crying. Kinda like disappointment?


I’ve experienced this, so I can give you a few signs of this happening just off the top of my head. (Keep in mind that I also did cry, just because it was the only outlet for my emotions I had; also keep in mind that I have anxiety, so that made everything worse. That said, some of my symptoms may or may not be more severe than what you’re looking for, because they were coupled with my anxiety.)

  • He and I quit making conversation; when we did try to make conversation, it sounded awkward and forced.
  • We quit laughing with each other (I can’t speak for him, but I actually pretty much quit genuinely laughing period, and that frame of mind continued until about two weeks after we broke up).
  • We quit touching each other; when we did touch, it was very loose and not like the close contact we used to have.
  • I lost my appetite.
  • I was more irritable (however, irritability is also a sign of anxiety, so take that as you will).
  • When I was alone, I was often angry – I remember wanting to just haul off and just punch something, because I could feel control slipping out of my hands, and I could feel him slipping away as well. Instead of punching something, though, I cried. Keep in mind that depending on your characters’ temperament, they probably will cry at some point – not constantly, but at some point, seeing as crying can be an outlet for sadness, frustration, anger, despair, and a variety of other emotions.
  • I often listened to music at very high volume in my headphones for hours at a time, both because it gave me an excuse not to talk to anyone, and because the music and lyrics helped me cope with my emotions.
  • I tried to cling to what was left of us, and that in turn made everything worse. As the song “Hold On Loosely” by 38 Special says, Hold on loosely, but don’t let go / if you cling too tightly, you’re gonna lose control.

That’s my personal experience with this. Let me also say that honestly, your characters’ frames of mind may almost be akin to depression – I’m not saying that a breakup is the same as battling a disorder for years and years, but some of the symptoms may be very similar. They may even suffer from a lesser, temporary form of depression, or of grieving (because you can grieve a living person, although to a lesser degree than if that person were dead). That in mind, here’s a post on writing a character with depression (and low self-esteem) and here’s a post on writing grieving characters, and in conjunction with that, here’s a post about how grief manifests itself in the little things (for example, your characters wishing they could kiss again without that horrible distance between them, or one missing hearing the other laugh). They may or may not help you.

I hope this helps! If you need anything else, please feel free to ask. - @authors-haven


Request: Could you do a fanfic where Newt has a emotional breakdown?

~I can feel the feels already. Here we go! :) I hope you enjoy!~

“Niffler, stop that now!”

“Pickett, I know. Give me one second, please.”

“Dougal, the occamies are fine, leave them be right now….never mind, Dougal, please help them.”

Newt ran around the case, trying to keep his creatures under control. For some reason, they all decided that today was the day to drive their owner mad.

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Unpopular Opinion: I think Harry Styles could be a good actor

With all this talk about Solo Harry, I decided to explore my personal favorite topic: ACTOR Harry.  I’ve been threatening to make this post for a while and now i”m finally bored enough to do it.  Buckle up, kids.  I’m pretty (read: VERY) long winded. I have a lot of thoughts. Quick background info on me and why this topic interests me- I am an actor/producer living and working in a major US market- originally trained in musical theatre, still dabble occasionally in that, but mostly work in straight theatre and indie film.    

Listen, i know what you’re thinking, but hear me out.  He really would be great! There are just three caveats:

1) He’d have to actually WANT to do it. I know this might sound silly, but how often do you see famous people take a cameo just because their manager said it would be good for their career and/or image? Acting isn’t easy.  It’s a craft just like music or any other art form.  And if your heart isn’t in it, what’s the point?  

2) He would have to have the right director. Theatre would be the best bet when it comes to a first time big acting project.  There’s a lot more time to rehearse and build the character and grow. The director could take his time to guide him.  Film happens a lot more quickly and a lot of times the director focuses more on the over all picture rather than individual performances.  When I first started acting on-camera, I was so lost.  “What do you mean we just run through it once for blocking (aka knowing exactly where to walk/stand/move) and then it’s go time?”  A lot of the times you have to do your work on your own, sometimes literally.  For example, if there’s a close up on an actor talking to someone else in the scene, there’s a very strong possibility the other actor they’re talking to isn’t even in the room.  Someone else could very well be reading their lines and the actor being filmed has to go with it and pretend they’re having a conversation with someone.  This can be really tough for those that don’t have a lot of experience.  TV moves even more quickly than film and there are less takes per scene meaning less chances to get your performance right so again, for someone new, this can be very intimidating.  That being said, there are plenty of directors out there known for being “Actor’s Directors” meaning they take the time to help the actor along.  If Harry is to start with film (which I very much think he should do over TV), he’d just have to find the right fit. 

3) It would have to be the right role.  Firstly, Harry would be terrible at straight up comedy.  Comedy is not easy.  There was a great post going around not too long ago about how Harry isn’t funny- goofy and witty, yes, but not exactly funny, mostly due to his lack of timing.  And in comedy, timing is everything.  He would end up trying way too hard and it would come off as over the top.  I mean, we’ve all seen iCarly, right?  Although, to be fair, he’s not really THAT much worse than the other actors on that show.  It’s MEANT to be over the top. Even still, a comedic role is not going to be his best fit.  This is why when people started getting excited over the rumors of him being on Scream Queens, I was dead set against it.  Look at Abigail Breslin- she is a fantastic actress, yet on that show does not shine at all.  He could probably pull off the lead in a romantic comedy, but as long as he was more of the straight man (heh no pun intended) to the comedic romantic interest.  I think he’d be great at playing the bad-boy-with-the-heart-of-gold: Logan Echolls (moody one minute, goofy and over the top the next) or Jordan Catalano (bonus points for music playing, the fact that I totally want to see him follow in Jared Leto’s footsteps plus EXTRA bonus points for the Azoff connection).  Judging by his songwriting alone, I think he’d need a role with depth for it to actually interest him and make him want to do it justice.  As for theatre, in about 15 years I want so bad to see him play Hedwig in Hedwig and the Angry Inch.  I think he’d be brilliant. Again- with the first two caveats in place.  

Reasons I think Harry would be a good actor: 

1) Now I know we’ve all heard the “he’s a terrible actor because he can’t lie” or how fakity fake fake he looks with all his winter girlfriends.  But here’s the thing- acting isn’t about lying.  There are obviously vary many acting schools and techniques out there, but my personal go to is Meisner technique whose goal is to get actors to "live truthfully under imaginary circumstances.“ That’s right, Truthfully. Most of the best actors are terrible liars in real life and vice versa.  I mean, come on, has anyone seen Taylor Swift in Valentine’s Day?  If you have, I’m very very sorry.  

2) Harry is very perceptive.  You’ve seen him with fans that are crying.  He knows just what to do to calm them down.  He knows how to pick up on social cues and react accordingly.  This is important for an actor as your job is to react to what the other person is putting out there, not just spitting out your own lines.  

3) He wears his heart on his sleeve.  Harry feels things deeply.  He’s sensitive. While he’s learned to minimize all that now, we’ve seen him cry in interviews, we’ve seen him bark out unexpected laughs, we’ve seen him pouty. Not being afraid to show emotion is obviously a good trait for an actor to have.

4) Speaking of not being afraid, he’s not afraid to make a fool of himself. As an actor, you’ll be asked to do some of the most ridiculous things you can imagine just to get something that looks right.  You’ve seen that boy on stage.  He’s definitely not afraid to look foolish.  

5) He’s charismatic AF.  He knows how to draw people in.  He knows how to connect with people whether it’s an audience or whomever his scene partner would be.  As an actor, you need to trust your scene partner and the first step in this is building a strong connection with that person.  

I’m sure there are plenty more reasons, but this is already ridiculous long.  If you’ve made it this far, I applaud you.  If you have any to add, bring it!  I’ll happily put them on the list! 

For the record, this is not me saying he SHOULD or WILL be an actor. This is is simply me saying that I will be the first in line at the box office to buy a ticket to any well-directed piece with an appropriate role that Harry wants to play.  

Also @ Harry, if this happens, you should totally talk the casting director into putting me in the film too so we can become BFF.  The end.  

(I believe @bunboyfriend & @fakeaheartattack asked me to tag them when I finally wrote this but i can’t remember who else…) 

Pay Attention To Me

Title: Pay Attention To Me

Pairing(s): Anti x Reader

Request: An Anti x Reader where anti messes with the reader’s phone just to piss her off? You can add anything else to the story

Warnings: Light cursing

Summary: An uneventful night is one of the most boring things for Anti, especially when you aren’t paying much attention to him. What’s an entity to do other than his best to make you give your undivided attention to him?

A/N: Hey there!! Get reader for that signature fluff I love all too much! As always I hope that this fits well with the request and that you enjoy reading it! Please feel free to drop any criticism, advice, or whatever below or on my writing blog @the-softest-fics! <3


            It’s a slow evening at your house tonight. You’re all cuddled up on your couch with a blanket, a movie plays in the background as you mess around on your phone. You can feel static in the air as the couch shifts with new weight, its Anti setting to sit beside you. To many he’s a nightmare and a monster, but to you he’s your boyfriend. Albeit he can overprotective sometimes, but he loves you with all of his black and glitchy heart. You sneak a glance over toward him, a slight smile pulls at the edges of your mouth just knowing he’s here with you.

Anti then glitches so his head is in your lap, you look down and blush just a little. You then return your attention back you your phone, scrolling through random pictures on Instagram. You hear him give a frustrated grumble, clearly you aren’t paying enough attention to him. He wines and tries to nuzzle into you to get your attention on him instead of your phone. You giggle and then sigh as you start running a hand through his green hair. He hums but then furrows his brows in frustration, you were still looking at something on your phone.

He smirks as he messes with letters and images on the screen in your hands, turning spots here and there a bright lime green. “Anti, come on. Quit messing with my stuff.” You plead slightly annoyed. He gives a glitchy giggle as he kicks you out of the app you’re desperately trying to use. He opens your photos and scrolls through them, finding the cutest ones of himself and the goofy ones of you. Your face heats up when he finds a picture of you with your face pressed embarrassingly against a pane of glass, your face contorted against its surface. He giggles and gives you a toothy smile as you glare down at him angrily. You scoot over to your left, leaving Anti’s head on the couch. He scowls and crosses his arms very childishly, he sits up and starts messing with each media account you have. He hops from Facebook, to Twitter, to Tumblr, posting embarrassing phrases and photos. You let a strangled growl of anger escape your throat as you jump across the couch, tackling anti onto the floor. “God damnit Anti!” you cry as your pin him to the wood flooring.

“I͏ ̛love you҉?͝” he says nervously. You sit up, straddling his waist. You turn your head away from him, pouting and turning your nose upward. His hands grab your waist and he begins to tickle your sides. You fight against the laughter that bubbles in your throat as he continues to attack you. You crack, a smile taking over your once angry face and laughter engulfing the space between the two of you. “YOU WIN! YOU WIN!” you plea for mercy. He stops only to switch your positions, so that he’s now straddling your hips and you’re under him. Your face is hot and red, your hair messy from the tussle you’d just had. You take deep breaths and gaze into his green eyes, they lovingly seem to take in your form beneath him. You must look like a mess, your hair disheveled, face still red and now dusted with a blush toward your collar bones and neck.

He catches you off guard as he leans down and presses his lips to yours. You smile into the kiss as you feel that blush creep onto your cheeks. He rests one arm on the ground beside your head and the other gently strokes the side of your face. He pulls away and gazes down at you affectionately, one hand still on the side of your face.  He gives his adorable toothy grin as he speaks, “I̵'̛m̡ p҉ret͝ty͝ d͜ám͝n lucky t҉o ͏have͝ y̶o͢u̷,͟” he pauses “y̶ou̧ mean ͘the ̛world̨ ̛tó ͞me.”

You can’t help but feel his words tug at your heart strings, knowing that he puts you at the center everything. Without asking permission a tear slips onto your cheek, you scoot yourself from under him and move so you can burry your face in his black t-shirt. He holds you close as you mutter and “I love you” under your breath. His face is filled with an all too knowing expression as he kisses the top of your head. “Can we ͝c҉u̡ddl͢e͠ ̷now?͝” he begs with his lower lip jutted out and eyes widened like a child.

“Fine.” You make an over exaggerated sigh as you sit back down on the couch. Only this time when Anti rests his head in your lap your eyes are only on him, listening to him purr as you run your fingers through his hair. “Th͠i̕s̷ ͢is̸ m̴uc̷h̛ ͠b̴ett̡ér ͞t͝ha͞ń anno͘y̶i̷ng̸ y̕o͏u Y̶/͝N,” he opens his eyes to meet yours “may͟be not͞ as̵ ͝fu͟n, ̵but̀ ̢b͞e̷tte͞r.̵” you roll your eyes, but continue to stroke his hair. Anti is quite possibly the neediest boyfriend and entity you’ll ever meet, but he’s all yours.


A/N 2.0: Soooo… I really had fun writing this!! I was actually thinking of continuing this with the introduction of another pretty damn needy entity… DARK! I’m a sucker for fluff, but also for a good old reader in the middle of two loving entities fic! So maybe a possessive!Anti with a very loving!dark fighting/arguing for the reader’s attention? I’m not too sure yet… but please let me know if you’d be interested in reading that sort of thing in the near future! (I know I’d loove to write it!) Also don’t forget that I’m still taking requests and would always love to have more of ‘em! :p

Mad World

// Jerome Fanfiction.

Requested: No.

A/n: I’m probably going to have a part two where y/n comes into the story, if y’all want. So let me know if you want that! :)

Title: Mad World.

Song: Mad World, by Michael Andrews, featuring Gary Jules.

Summary: Jerome is alone with his thoughts in solitary confinement in Arkham…what could go wrong?

Warnings: Scenes including domestic abuse. Depressed Jerome, depressing past, mild language, mentions of abuse, mentions of murder, violence, etc.

Rating: Mid-fluff for mentions of death, murder, language, domestic violence, alcoholism, and depression/slightly suicidal thoughts.

Need to know: Jerome was put in Arkham, and very shortly after locked in a Solitary Confinement cell for being uncooperative, and threats of violence, etc. There is a flashback sequence, this will be italicized. //


All around me are familiar faces

Worn out places, worn out faces

Bright and early for their daily races

Going nowhere, going nowhere

Their tears are filling up their glasses

No expression, no expression

Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow

No tomorrow, no tomorrow


A long, low growl leaves Jerome’s throat as he sits down on the floor across from the door. He pulls his knees up and hugs them to his chest, rocking against the wall slightly. In the silence, he can’t help but fall into his mind, wanting his days in solitary to be over as soon as possible. Every day he was here, by himself, the only thing to keep him company being his own thoughts. Right as he closes his eyes, his utter exhaustion taking over, an image pops up.

“Jerome, open this door! Let me in right now!” Jerome cowers as he hears his mother’s shrill voice.

“No, no, mommy, I don’t want you to hurt me anymore! Please, no…no…” The banging on the door grows louder as another voice joins in on Lila’s shouting.

“Open the damn door, you worthless brat!” It was a voice he didn’t recognize, probably another one of her boyfriends. Jerome sobs, shaking his head roughly.

“No! No. Please mommy, don’t let him hurt me! Please!” It only takes a few moments for the banging to stop.

“Jerome, sweetie.” His mother’s tone has changed completely. “Jerome, let me in…are you crying? Oh, my baby…let me in, he’s gone. Come here, come open the door sweetie, I’m so sorry.” Her speech is slightly slurred, although Jerome is unaware. He stands up quickly, wiping his nose on his sleeve as he shuffles over to the door. He stands on his tip-toes to reach the lock and turns it, reaching for the door. Before he can grab the handle, the trailer door swings open, hitting him to the ground. Jerome cries out, staring up at his mom. She stares down at him, an empty bottle in her hands. She throws it down, Jerome only moving enough for it to avoid hitting him. The glass shatters and scatters all across the floor as she stomps into the trailer, followed by an equally plastered man. She sneers down at her son as the man slams the door, standing in front of him. “Oh, quit your crying Jerome!” She shouts, throwing her purse down on him. He flinches, and when the bag hits him it only makes him cry more. Lila goes down to the floor quickly, slapping him in the face. “I said be quiet Jerome!” She screeches, grabbing his face roughly and forcing him to look at her. “Do you not understand me Jerome?” She growls, her gaze meeting his as her eyes narrow. He nods slowly and she pushes him back roughly, looking at the floor. “Clean this up Jerome,” she says, beginning to lead the man to her bedroom. She stops as she reaches the door and turns back to look at him. “Oh, and Jerome,” he perks up, looking over at her, hoping she didn’t forget this time. “When you’re done, do the dishes.”

 And I find it kinda funny, I find it kinda sad

The dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had

I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take

When people run in circles it’s a very very

mad world mad world

Children waiting for the day they feel good

Happy birthday, happy birthday

Made to feel the way that every child should

Sit and listen, sit and listen

Went to school and I was very nervous

No one knew me, no one knew me

Hello teacher tell me what’s my lesson

 Jerome’s eyes snap open as a smile creeps onto his face, tears running down his face freely. He forces that memory out of his head, not wanting to think about her right now.

“That whore,” he hisses, staring at the wall. “Didn’t care ‘bout anyone but herself,” he swallows thickly, and closes his eyes. “The only way I could get away from her was either her dying,” his smile grows wider. “Or me.” A long, croaky laugh falls out of his mouth as he stands up, unable to contain himself any longer. “She deserved to die!” Jerome shouts as he grabs his pillow and hurls it across the room. “That bitch! I shouldn’t be in here! I shouldn’t have to suffer anymore because of that dead whore!” He runs up to the door, throwing himself against it, slamming his hands into the metal door, kicking it, screaming, laughing. “She ruined me!” He grips the bars on the window of the door, peering out through them at the guard posted at the end of the hall. “Do you hear me? I! Shouldn’t! Be! Here!” He rattles the bars and shouts nonsense, almost just shouting his laughter at the guard, all the while kicking the door.

Once the guard has finally had enough of Jerome’s ruckus, he turns around, moving over to the door quickly. The guard whips out his nightstick and slams it against Jerome’s knuckles. He yanks his hand away from the bared window, staring the guard down as his laughter grows darker, more out of control. The guard takes a step back as Jerome lunges at the door, gripping the bars and pressing his face up to them, smiling widely as he stares at the guard with wide eyes, empty eyes.

“I’m glad I killed her,” he murmurs, tightening his grip on the bars until his knuckles turn white. A bright contrast to the crimson red blood that stains them. “I did the world a favor, getting rid of her. You should be thanking me, not locking me up.” His voice drops to a growl as his smile disappears and he backs up, shaking his head and letting out a small, bubbly laugh. “But I guess the world doesn’t see it like I do, I guess all they see is rainbows and sunshine, huh? Well, let me tell you; all there is is darkness, and pain. There is no love, no affection.” He laughs darkly, and gives a light-hearted shrug. “At least not for me.” He stares forward at the guard as he runs back to his post, not wanting to have to deal with him anymore. “You want me to wish for my death! But I already have. A long time ago, and it never happened. I stayed with that sadistic whore for so long, I just couldn’t take it anymore! It was me, or her. Honestly, I’d be fine with either option, but she finally pushed one button too many, ya know how mothers can be, am I right?”

  Look right through me, look right through me

And I find it kinda funny, I find it kinda sad

The dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had

I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take

When people run in circles it’s a very very

Mad world, world

Enlarge your world

Mad world

“But now I know the truth, what the world tries to sugar coat. There’s no one out there, no one that cares about any of us!” He shouts, letting out a loud, hoarse laugh. “No one but ourselves!” He moves forward and once again bangs on the door, rattles the bars, lets out loud, drawn out laughs. Soon, screaming of nonsense begins to fill up around him, the other inmates getting scared by his ruckus. The few that were in solitary confinement around him were very unstable, and all the noise Jerome was making set them off. As he grips the bars again, his long, low laugh rises above all the rest of the noise as he stares at the guard, happy to have the sound around him. Anything was better than to be alone in his mind. Anything. He would even prefer death to it; at least then he could be left in absolute, utter silence. This makes his laugh grow darker, louder, and more unhinged than ever as a smile creeps onto his face.

Because, out of all the places, all the situations he’d been in; growing up in a circus with an abusive, alcoholic whore of a mother, it was Arkham that finally broke him.

It had destroyed him completely, in a short time-span. He was hysteric, broken, and insane. He was trying to hide from his past, trying to keep his emotions at bay, and the only way he could think to do that was to laugh. So, for hours Jerome laughed. He laughed through all his pain, laughed at all the memories of his mother beating him, of people telling him no one cared.

Jerome laughed at all the memories of his forgotten birthdays, all his days he spent alone because he had no friends. He laughed at all the faces of pity he’d gotten over the years.

Jerome laughed so he wouldn’t cry- so he couldn’t cry.

And so, he laughed.

Confessions (Boyf riends)

Author’s Note: Aah a surprise fic~ This was a collab I did with Willow! They wrote Jeremy’s parts and I wrote Michael’s! On that note, like I said in an earlier post, I did listen to Be More Chill and I loved it so much. I’m sorry if any of these are out of character? I have a feeling they may be agh. But honestly we had so much fun writing this, I don’t really mind. Anyways, sorry for being so absent lately, and I hope this can make up for it!

Description: Michael’s relaxing. Jeremy has something he wants to tell him. Does it go well? Surprisingly, yes.

Word Count: 2,470

Michael was sprawled out on his beanbag, half asleep. He’d lazily draped his jacket across himself, too tired to get up and get a blanket, and his glasses were crooked and half-off. He’d stayed up the whole previous night binge watching a show that Jeremy had recommended to him, and now he was suffering the consequences of that. He was exhausted. But hey, at least now he has another thing to talk to Jeremy about. He was always happy to talk to Jeremy, no matter what it was about. Especially after that Squip incident, where he’d been ignored because of the “optic nerve blocking”. He knew that wouldn’t happen again, thankfully, but he’d still been pretty hurt by it when it actually happened.

He let out a small sigh, listening to the sounds of the outdoors. Birds were chirping happily and the wind rustled the leaves on trees. He could vaguely hear a dog barking in the distance. It was calming.

Speaking of Jeremy, it wasn’t long before the teen was knocking on Michael’s door. “Michael? Are you up?”

“Mm, sorta,” Michael answered. “Come on in.”

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Imagine you’re Scott McCall’s little half-sister. You’re dropped off on them after your mother passes away and your father (Scott’s father, too) can’t be bothered to take care of his own kid. He promises Melissa to give her whatever funds she needs to put you up in their spare room, but she was already accepting of you no matter what because you’re Scott’s sister.
So you stay.. and find out that you and Scott share a lot more in common than just a dad.

Originally posted by transformationsx

Scott McCall X Reader (Half-Siblings)

He’s an asshole. 

Dad is such an asshole, you mentally growl to yourself.

You’re sitting in a stranger’s home and in a stranger’s room, being dropped off on your apparent half-brother’s mother because your own father couldn’t be bothered to look after you now that your biological mother has passed. 

Melissa McCall had been kind enough to accept you, even if she was surprised for quite some time and took a good amount of time to rip your father  a new asshole when she politely excused themselves from the room.

Your half-brother is in his second year of college, but according to his mother he was due home any minute now for vacation. So while she waited for your brother- for Scott- to come home, she set you up in his old room and shooed your father from the house when he couldn’t even bother to pretend that he was going to miss you. 

There’s a faint scent in the room that tickles your nose, but you can’t quite place it since it’s so faint. You think you know what it is, but what were the chances of this particular smell actually being something supernatural?

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pairing: jung hoseok x reader

→ genre: bestfriend!au, angst, angst, and more angst

→ words: 1122

warnings: your heart might break?

→ summary: “I love you.”

→ a/n: @naenoeul here is my revenge, enjoy!

Please, don’t go.”

Clenching your fists, you turn around to face the source of all your pain. He looks back at you with empty eyes that resemble yours, full of pain and agony. You’re broken at the sight of him so helpless with no idea on how to convince you to stay — to stop you from leaving him.

Every inch of his body seems limp — defeated, with his heart broken and soul exposed. He feels bare under your stare, but he feels empty without you. Even if you are just a few feet away, it feels like a million miles to him.

His eyes say everything his mouth does not. He’s begging you to stay with him, not to leave him in a world where you will never be together — where he will never be yours. The look on his face almost has you running back to him to apologize for all the things you’ve said and done, to make right of all your wrongs, but you keep yourself glued to your spot, fighting every urge to go back to a life full lies.

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Break The Routine (Isaac Lahey One Shot)

Originally posted by gifsofsadness

Requested: Yes

Warnings: Might make you cry, beware.

Word Count: No clue

The day had gone as usual. You woke up at 6:45 am, ate a simple breakfast of yogurt parfait, and was out the door in time to catch the bus at 7:00. You sat in the 14 seat from the front, on the right side of the bus. 

School started at 7:45, and it took 15 minutes to get from your house to BHHS. Then, from there, you would take 10 minutes to  help out in the library, return a few books, and head down to your locker before the first bell rang. 

It was boring and simple, but it was routine. A routine you never broke. Until today. You were coming out of 6th period. You had 3 more classes to go, and then you could head home. 

But something stopped you. The hall was close to empty, and the only sound to be heard was a locker closing here and there. But there was something that you seemed to be the only one hearing- crying. And lot’s of it. 

You looked around, wondering if anyone was going to check it out, but they continued on with their lives as if nothing had happened. You sighed, checking around the stairwell, classroom B3 that had been empty forever. 

And that’s where you hit the jack pot. There, in the corner of the room by the window, was a tall form hunched over a desk their body shaking with sobs. You stepped into the room, clearing your throat, and watching as a familiar face, red and streaked with tears, looked up at you. 

Isaac Lahey, your crush since the 6th grade, was crying in the corner of an abandoned classroom, in front of a nobody like yourself, who followed a continuous routine, who was freaking out inside because you were missing English. 

“Y-you ok?” You asked, reluctantly stepping forward, placing your books on a nearby desk. He sniffled a bit, wiping his face with the end of his sleeve. You sat down next to him, not quite sure how to comfort him. 

“Do I look ok?” He snapped, resting his head in his hands. You bit your bottom lip, stopping yourself from being the savage you are and retorting with an equally rude remark. 

“I’m sorry, I’m not the best in these sort of situations.” You replied. He was silent, except for the sound of sniffling. You looked anywhere but him, before asking the one question on your mind.

“I-I know you probably won’t answer me-and you don’t have to, really- but w-why exactly were you crying?” You questioned, cautiously sitting shoulder to shoulder with him. He had stopped shaking as badly, but was still wiping away the tears. 

“Y/N, you know you don’t have to help me.” He whispered, and you smiled kindly. “Oh please, Isaac. Of course I do.” You said. He looked over your shoulder towards the clock, and slowly began to speak. 

“Y/N…I have nothing. No family. No passion. No friends. Nothing. I-I don’t have a reason to wake up every morning. And every night, I wonder what I did to deserve this.” He cried, running his hands through his hair. 

“You’ve got me, Isaac. You’ll always have me. That’s a promise.” You said confidently pulling at his hands and placing them in your own. 

“Y/N…can I tell you something?” He asked, looking into your eyes. You really noticed how blue they were. Not sky blue, or blue like the ocean. They were a special kind of blue.

“Y/N…I like you. A lot. And I sound like such a wimp-” You shook your head, over and over again. 

“No, listen to me Isaac. You’re not a wimp. You’re a strong, brave boy whom I like very, very much. And if you were willing, would love to go on a date with sometime. If that’s ok. I don’t know-” 

You were cut off as his lips met your’s in a passionate kiss, his blue eyes closed for the moment, but yours wide open. You hadn’t expected that- and boy, was he a good kisser- no! That wasn’t the point!

“Y/N…would you like to go out with me sometime?” Isaac began, and you nodded, smiling a bit. 

“I’m gonna have to break my routine, but yeah, I’d love that.”

I hope you liked! Keep requesting, and if you haven’t checked out my Dog post, it’s linked here. Love you guys! Xx

anonymous asked:

Hi! What is the title of that book with Maurice in it? The one you posted a paragraph of, where he's talking about love and how Clive didn't love him? Can you recommend any other books that talk about love, platonic or otherwise? Thank you in advance!

Hello! It’s from Maurice, by EM Forster. Bit of a weird novel, truth be told; I really like it and would definitely recommend it, but it’s very of its time insofar as a lot of the homosexuality is kind of delineated along lines of ‘I am a man and I am attracted to women and think they’re fine’ and ‘I am a man and I am not attracted to women and therefore they’re terrible’. It’s a noteworthy novel in that it’s probably the earliest literary fiction text in the modern Western canon which features a clearly gay protagonist, and in which a gay pairing gets a happy ending, so I do think it’s worth reading, but I definitely think you’d need to bear in mind that it wasn’t written this century.

I think that love is a very general theme in a lot of books (for is not the entire world rooted in love, and is not to write about the world also to write about love, and yet also war, etc etc etc blah) but doing a quick scan of my bookshelf, here are some books I like that are about different kinds of love:

  • Reunion - Fred Uhlman. About a teenage Jewish boy who becomes close friends with a new boy in his year at school, around the time of WW2. A lot of people read this - totally validly - as a romantic narrative, but I always read it as being about that strange kind of love that sometimes happens between people who become fast friends, when it’s intense and borderline obsessive, but platonic.
  • Girl Hearts Girl - Lucy Sutcliffe. Honestly, although this book is predominantly about sexuality and coming to terms with being queer / LGBT in a heternormative world, I’d most recommend it as a book about loving yourself. It’s a phenomenal book and it really instilled a lot of values in me about being confident in myself and my identity. It’s a kind of intrapersonal love, if that makes any sense at all!
  • But You Did Not Come Back - Marceline Loridan-Ivens. Written as a letter from an elderly Jewish woman to her father, who died when she was 15, after they were both deported to Auschwitz. It’s autobiographical, beautifully written, and it ruined me. I haven’t read a book that better sums up what it is to love someone who isn’t there. I think that loving across life and death is a topic that isn’t really written about very successfully all that often, and the way that Loridan-Ivens describes it makes it seem almost like an amputation of the self.
  • Symposium - Plato. I’d be a jerk if I didn’t recommend you this, seeing as it is essentially the definition of the word ‘platonic’. It’s basically a collection of philosophical ideas of what love actually is, and the different types thereof. That myth you’ve probably heard about humans originally being two people joined together, then split from their soulmates? That’s from the Symposium. It talks about love between men (although again, be warned for period-appropriate misogyny) and I recommend it primarily because it’s a good retort to the ol’ ‘well, gay people are a modern invention’ argument.
  • The Boy Who Fell Out of the Sky - Ken Dornstein. This is a super weird recommendation, but hear me out! Dornstein’s brother was a passenger on flight Pan Am 103, and was killed in the explosion over Lockerbie. This book is ostensibly about Dornstein’s quest to find out about his brother’s last moments, but it’s really about familial and specifically fraternal love; how to live up to someone when you look up to them, and how to move on when they’re not there any more. You will cry a whole bunch, but it’s a great book.
  • Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe - Benjamin Alire Sáenz. Listen. I did not like this book. It just wasn’t really my cup of tea; the writing style didn’t sit well with me. However, I appreciate it immensely as a book for teenagers and young adults which is a) about LGBT characters; b) written by an actual LGBT individual rather than a straight person ‘writing gay’ (as far as I know!); c) written by and about POC. The subject matter is really interesting and I’d definitely still recommend this as a YA book about identity and love, and the journey towards acceptance both of yourself and your peers.
  • The Princess Bride - William Goldman. Listen, this has the single greatest passage about love in any published novel ever.
    • With no more words, she whirled into his arms then, saying, “Oh, Westley, I didn’t mean that, I didn’t, I didn’t, not a single syllabub of it.”
      Now Westley knew that she meant to say “not a single syllable of it,” because a syllabub was something you ate, with cream and wine mixed in together to form the base. But he also knew an apology when he heard one.
      So he held her very close, and shut his loving eyes, and only whispered, “I knew it was false, believe me, every single syllabub.”
  • The Song of Achilles - Madeline Miller. Oh, c’mon. You knew I’d recommend this one. It’s the best novel about obsessive love I know. Yes, I’d define it as obsessive; love that is singular and overwhelming and consuming. I can’t talk about this book any more. I will get the sobs again.
  • Giovanni’s Room - James Baldwin. This is a short novel about a man who is dissatisfied with his girlfriend and begins an affair with another man. That makes it sound kind of tawdry, but it really isn’t. The main character is a bit of a tit, truth be told, but it’s a really great example of a narrative about the dangers of denying your own identity and the destructive power wielded by internalised homo/biphobia. It was also written by a black gay man in 1956, so it’s a blessing that it was published.

I need to make a stir fry now, but I hope that was at least 40% helpful!

I Don’t Even Know Your Name: Part Four

Request:  Can you do a request where y/n is a singer and she isn’t that famous but Shawn is like enamored by her and he sorta brings her to fame and she’s super shy and idk fluffy ending with some fluffy kisses????

A/N: If you manage to catch the Paramore reference in this, I will absolutely love you forever.

 Part Three - Part Five

Shawn had played for thousands of people in stadiums every night, but nothing compared to how much of a nervous wreck he was when he stood in the almost vacant airport. He really didn’t know how long it had been since he took his initial seat in those uncomfortable chairs that were too small for his huge body, but it was long enough for the people walking by to give him a look of pity. Every time the intercom rang loud and clear, his heart gave a great leap, only to hear that there was no mention of her flight. All he knew was it got delayed, but he didn’t know how much.

His fingers were going raw from twisting and fumbling his ring so much and his leg wouldn’t stop bobbing up and down. The option of taking a nap was definitely open. After all, tons of other people who were in the same position as him were slumped against the walls and laying across benches, but he couldn’t bring himself to.

A month ago he had stayed up all night on the phone with her, planning everything out to the last detail. How she would take the latest flight possible so she could arrive there before the sun had even risen to avoid being seen. How she would stay at his place. How she would stay for a week. A whole week. “You can’t go through that long ass flight to only stay for less than five days,” he insisted. “Don’t worry, I don’t bite.”

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anonymous asked:

Ah, yay, I'm happy your requests are open! I love your writing so much, you're very talented! How would the RFA (+Saeran, if you don't mind, he's a cutie) react to MC being super into musical theater? Like, all of her music is Broadway and musical soundtracks, she sings show tunes all the time, follows theater groups and performers on social media, get super excited about news and merch, knows choreography of scenes by heart. Thank you! Hope you have a nice day!

wowie wow, thank you so much anon! /( ´ ▽ ` )ノ I’m glad you like what I write❤  and I hope you like this, too! 

especially because i lO VE MUSICALS HAHAH YE SSS

throwing v in too hehe. also im gonna focus on one musical for each of them, but mc is theater trash dw these are just the ones that popped in my head;; 

zen [in the heights]

  • ok so remember that time when he asks if mc’s into musicals and you say yes and jaehee says she’s never seen you talk about them?
  • well zen found out just how much mc likes them when she comes over to visit 
  • he’s cooking dinner in his cast and mc decides to put on some tunes
  • zen is honestly so curious about her taste in music so he asks to just put all her songs on shuffle 
  • guess what comes first. 
  • zen is so surprised and mc isn’t even phased she just breaks into character 
  • he joins in while as Kevin and Benny and Vanessa while she’s doing Sonny’s part 
  • both of them: “AND I CAN’T FIND USNAVI”
  • the kitchen turns into a stage and suddenly they’re moving everywhere
  • yes they do the Benny and Nina kiss at the end yes they do ‘Sunrise’ right after 
  • but even more musicals pop up on mc’s shuffle and dinner turns into a production
  • zen is so happy mc is theater trash, and that she’s his fan too! a few of his soundtracks are there!! 
  • they speak to each other in musical references, the rfa is sick of them
  • what a dork couple 

yoosung [fun home] 

  • it’s cleaning day! mc, put on some tunes! 
  • ‘welcome to our house on maple avenue’ starts
  • she starts there cause it’s a very in the mood cleaning song
  • and at first all yoosung could do was just watch her
  • like wowie wow his gf can sing!!!
  • totally gets interested in the story and such, especially when he hears the kids singing
  • so they stop cleaning and she tells him the story of the musical while they listen
  • he’s all ‘!!!’ and is so into it
  • when he looks through mc’s music, it’s literally all musicals and so is her lockscreen and such
  • now she got him into it
  • they like to sing ‘come to the fun home’ together the rfa is slightly concerned tbh
  • both of them cry over musicals too its a mess
  • you should’ve seen him on his first listen to ‘edges of the world’ 
  • and both of them cry at ‘days and days’ so do i
  • yoosung has a good voice too, it’s so cute

jaehee [rent]

  • yooooo jaehee is all about this
  • their music taste is literally identical
  • but mc has to introduce her to Rent
  • jaehee is so focused on the screen and the characters
  • she falls in love with it!!
  • imagine jaehee singing ‘over the moon’ god bless
  • they sing ‘tango: maureen’ together it’s amazing
  • zen is lowkey their biggest fan 
  • when the three of them are together, it’s non-stop ;))) 
  • there has to be a designated space in their apartment to dance
  • and there are numbers they always have to dance to no matter what 
  • guess who shares merch?? they do
  • they get matching coffee mugs and shirts and even socks
  • sometimes they serenade each other too!!!

jumin [les mis]

  • mc drags him to the movie first
  • and at the end of it, he’s very interested
  • the asks driver kim to play the soundtrack in the car 
  • literally swoons when mc sings ‘on my own’
  • he likes to sing ‘empty chairs at empty tables’
  • they’re both a mess when they watch it tbh 
  • now mc can get him into even more musicals
  • and he’s into it!
  • also he buys her a ton of merch
  • anything she wants, he’ll get it
  • one more thing!
  • one day, a birthday probably, he surprises her with plane tickets
  • “where are we going, honey?” “america”
  • thEY’RE GOING TO BROADWAY FOLKS wow juju take me with you
  • mc is so happy, super duper happy, and so is jumin!
  • he’s almost as excited as she is tbh

707 / luciel / saeyoung [merrily we roll along]

  • it was her latest obsession and she wanted to show saeyoung
  • and he listened, because he likes musicals
  • but he really likes this one, wow
  • it goes backwards?!!? woaah
  • his favorite is ‘now you know’, ‘opening doors’ is a close second 
  • they both of them cried at ‘not a day goes by(reprise)’ so did I
  • part of him identifies with Frank, to be honest
  • without, all the cheating and stuff 
  • when ‘that frank’ comes on, the bunker turns into a stage 
  • it’s amazing, really
  • let’s also get one thing straight here
  • saeyoung is the Bootleg King
  • he’s only partially ashamed of it 
  • he and mc can watch broadway from the comfort of home, if they wanted
  • mc thinks its cheating
  • he thinks that they’re on korea and Not America, so it’s fair

v [phantom of the opera]

  • v loves this one 
  • mc is so happy about that tbh 
  • it takes a while for him to learn the routines, but they love dancing to it more than singing 
  • he also loves all the emotion! 
  • when he gives it a listen for the first time, he does little gasps every now and then, it’s adorable 
  • but yes, they are more of a dancing couple
  • also, V is all about the aesthetic of this
  • takes pictures of mc and him sometimes in her favorite musicals’ styles
  • i know i said they don’t really sing it, but when they do
  • V has an amazing voice
  • mc could just listen to him tbh 
  • he sings so good
  • she persuaded him to cover a few songs
  • everyone is amazed
  • mc is proud
  • they do duets too! those make v even happier

saeran [heathers]

  • ohohohoho listen
  • his favorite song here is actually ‘seventeen’
  • ya’ll thought it was ‘freeze your brain’ but listen
  • he loves ‘seventeen’
  • he imagines doing everything veronica says with mc 
  • mc did persuade him to sing ‘freeze your brain’, though
  • and it was, amazing
  • ‘damaged’ really hurt, they both cried there
  • criticizes it, though. “veronica should have known jd was trouble, come on. at least at ‘our love is god’’ 
  • mc made him and saeyoung sing ‘candy store’ with her
  • saeran only agreed if saeyoung was heather duke
  • he would be chandler 
  • and mc was mcnamara 
  • they got it on video
  • it was, amazing 
  • one time he sang the line ‘i worship you, i’d trade my life for yours’ before they fell asleep
  • mc was so touched

jirehthedisciple  asked:

Top 5 favourite fruitship moments

wow i’m so sorry kouhai this is damn overdue (and i owe you a lot) and honestly now i’m regretting getting back to this because aughsfndifdjsls there are SO MANY cries why did u make me pick just 5 i hate u

top 5 so far as of today (rip we just got thru ep 146):

5. Episodes 50/51

ah yes the first episodes where yuya not only begins to realize a bit of his own denseness in regards to his feelings towards yuzu, he openly states out loud all of the reasons why yuzu is so important to him: she stayed with him even when he was bullied and cheered him on despite this, she was the one that gave him an idea of how to evolve as a duelist, he straight up says both rune-eyes and beast-eyes are monsters he was able to summon thanks to yuzu, he realizes the reason she was trying to get stronger was to protect him and his friends… and of course even reiji takes advantage of his feelings for yuzu. reiji. taking advantage. of his feelings. before this duel, yuya wanted nothing to do with becoming a lancer, but by the end of it… he joins because, just as reiji stated, he wants to save yuzu. and then episode 51 ends like this

oh my god the pain in his voice

(also quick shout out to ep 54 becuz it shows us the struggle of being separated from yuzu’s perspective and well she cries just as bad *dies*)

4. Episode 125. I think this post pretty much sums it up. 

3. The end of episode 129. idk what to say i mean… yuzu actually gets through to yuya for a moment (and it almost seems like he’ll come back to his own senses but…), then afterwards we get this

and yusho pretty much explains that them being so close to each other isn’t a coincidence… like…………….. i’m sorry i’m such a sucker for the whole… destined intertwining fates/red-string-of-fate trope… except for the kicker here is that they weren’t exactly meant to (uh) fall in love? their red-string-of-fate was just meant to pretty much stop him from becoming a demon and destroying the world… and also the fact that they’re reincarnations of zarc & ray who were enemies (technically)… oh my god……. the irony ugh my heart this is the kind of shit i fall for every damn time

2. Episode 140.

episode 140.

episode 140.

oh my god first of all just the lone fact that Yuzu is the only person, out of all of the ones that had been trying to get him back for five episodes straight, that Yuya explicitly responds to would have pretty much been enough for me tbh like that is all i needed but then they also had to throw in this

like shit even Zarc himself is surprised

and it doesn’t stop there

just look at her holding out her hand to him so gently even having to look at him like that as a demon like ashfkjsdlf

look at this shit Zarc is so dumbfounded yet Yuya’s like you know what you’re right babe like just looking at her and hearing her makes him feel calm and gives him the strength to overcome his own inner (er, outer, i guess i should say) demons aaaaaa

1. my favorite fruitship moment and the one moment that made just go from casually shipping them for the heck of it to straight up OTP AF status is this:

(episode 69)


THIS IS HOW YOU SELL ME ON YOUR OTP. Like honestly tears because one of them is dying or because they miss the other are also good but HOW OFTEN DO YOU SEE CHARACTERS CRY OUT OF JOY FOR THEIR SIGNIFICANT OTHER???? LIKE. LEGIT TEARS OF JOY. 

I am not kidding when I tell you that even with all the ship tease before this episode (and there’s A LOT of it), i was still pretty on the fence on this ship like i was in the “yeah i kinda ship it” part of the fandom not because i didn’t really like it (all the ship tease was good and their relationship has ALWAYS been wholesome) but more out of pure caution because I KNOW how main male/female ships in yugioh usually go and they are usually not very good imo. But this. this moment. This EPISODE. Yuzu shows she cares. Yuya very fucking explicitly shows he cares (he cares so much that his body has a real autonomic physical reaction to this emotional stimulus oh my god my psychologist is showing). They’re not even in person next to each other or anything yet they are communicating and understanding and supporting each other. 

as far as for yugioh goes tho, even with ship teases, usually the main female/male pair keeps to status of “friend” because ofc this is yugioh this is all about the nakama. and they usually stop there. or just they leave it at that for the most part and don’t go in depth as to why they should be shipped together besides just them being boy+girl friends = a couple but in this case they, imo, they really went above and beyond that and welp now i’m here crying

idk bout you but this convinced me their feelings for each other were more than that. and i wasn’t fruitshipping trash before this so.

anyways, that’s the end of my list but you’re probably wondering why i didn’t include the episode 99 reunion they had… dude… trust me… i love that scene… but i feel that if you ship these two, that scene is a given as a fav moment. lol it’s like if you made a “fruitshipping moments” bingo, the episode 99 reunion would be your free space lmao i mean i ABSOLUTELY LOVE IT and i will watch it a million times over and never get tired of it but it’s also so obvious lol


okay, so i went to see bandstand the other day (7/15/17), and i wanted to be able to write down all my thoughts, so welcome to my ramble/review. (it’s less of a review and more of a list of things that left an impression on me and things you wouldn’t be able to get from the soundtrack)

i’m gonna start off by saying that i adored the show, even before stepping into the theater, and that this is completely unorganized and out of order, so sorry.

a few things i absolutely loved (aka all the things):

- the lighting !!!

  • there was a such a creative use of lights that really helped bring the emotions and scenes to life.
  • they used a lot of different colors and spotlights (and obviously different levels of brightness).
  • they also played around with shadows in order to create shapes and make it seem like the scene was set outside
  • the lighting really evidentially changed whenever any of the characters (mostly donny) was going through a war flashback
  • they used red spotlights at one point during one of donny’s flashbacks, illuminating the soldiers, and it really made the terror of the scene feel real
  • they also used blue lighting for a lot of the flashbacks and that was really great too
  • they had square spotlights and it was cool
  • i just really liked the lighting

- the soldiers !!!

  • they used people from ensemble dressed as soldiers to visually represent the ghosts/memories haunting the characters and it was amazing
  • while donny is playing the piano at one point there are soliders lying across the top of the piano, all piled on top of each other. but once he starts to write the music to accompany julia’s poem (love will come and find me again) they leave and come back only for a short time as they run/dance across the stage.
  • there’s a scene with all the boys (except donny) and they’re doing everyday activities, but there are soldiers following in their footsteps, matching their movements, as if they were their ghosts.
  • wayne has a scene where he checks his watch, cleans and assembles his gun, puts it away, checks his watch, and cleans and assembles his gun. for this whole scene there’s a line of soldiers behind him or spreading out, clapping constantly to represent gunshots.
  • the constant reliving of the moments before michael is almost always accompanied by the presence of soldiers

- music/sound effects !!!

  • the repetition of the line “it’ll be just like it was before” happened a lot and it was A+
  • when donny was convincing julia to practice with the band (after their performance of first steps first) they resign some of the lines from first steps first and it fit the scene really well. julia sang a bit of it while she was along and then donny sang “starting is daunting true, trusting in something new, fearful your luck will be reversed.” at the end of this scene julia says there’s a lot she wants to know about michael and donny sings the words" first step’s first" before leaving.
  • the war tune from the beginning of just like it was before was repeated a lot
  • obviously the songs are amazing, you don’t need me to tell you that

- right this way !!!

  • okay this is a combination of almost everything i’ve talked about so far plus a little more
  • the lead up to this song - WOW. they have an argument with one of the people involved in the contest about having to pay their own expenses for the trip and having to go through another audition and they’re all upset and angry and ready to give up
  • throughout the argument and after it’s over there are spotlights flashing on all the boys along with an utterly jolting and terrifying sound effect.
  • they’re all walking away/turning away except for donny and julia
  • the spotlight flashed again and the sound effect rings out, but this time donny falls to the ground in obvious pain (julia quickly drops down to see if he’s okay)
  • then the first few lines of the song are sung. these are the words that michael told donny, the words that create that fantasy that he’s working towards. there is so much pain in the way this is portrayed and donny and stays on the ground for a while, seemingly frozen/unable to get up.
  • as he keeps singing, the other boys start to turn back around to face him one by one as they are convinced by what he’s saying
  • some of them start to turn around again until donny starts singing an out his time serving, then he has their full attention, because they know exactly what he feels like
  • the whole song was so emotional and phenomenal
  • at the end they’re all lined up at the front of the stage singing, and boom that’s the end of act one

- the scene where donny tells julia about michael

  • well, i cried.
  • she’s impatient and desperate to know what happened at this point, so she keeps firing out questions and thoughts. she talks about him being buried in a place where she’ll never go and how it keeps her up at night wondering if his hands were crossed, if his suit was pressed, if his hair was combed the right away.
  • donny tells her she doesn’t want to go where he’s buried
  • “i’m still waiting” - julia
  • donny, evidently overwhelmed, starts shouting that it’s not like the movies. there were no hands to cross, no suit to press, no hair to comb, no body to bury.
  • donny and michael were camped out in a trench for three days without sleep being fired at by the enemy
  • it’s dark and raining and michael decides that they need to get out
  • they’re going to throw grenades and either fall back or charge
  • michael throws the first grenade and gets close enough that they start firing
  • donny pulls the pin out of his grenade and it falls into the mud
  • he’s searching for it frantically but he can’t find it. he can’t see.
  • he yells get out
  • he jumps out and rolls down the hill, knowing that michael has to be behind him, because he said get out
  • he rolls into a foxhole and feels the grenade go off
  • and michael isn’t with him
  • julia is begging him to stop by the end
  • he’s crying while he tells the story, choking on words
  • she runs away, telling him to “go home, donny! just….. go home
  • donny stands there unmoving. the scene changes around him, but he doesn’t move.
  • a ringing is getting louder and louder. it almost sounds like it’s the beginning of another flashback to that moment
  • there’s people talking to him (the band, the owner of a club they’re playing) but you can’t hear them
  • the noise fades away
  • their gig started twenty minutes ago, julia isn’t there
  • he calls her house, her mom answers and says she’s sick
  • and donny is broken. he masks it, but he’s so obviously broken

- the aftermath of the scene above

  • this is after julia’s mom sings everything happens and talks about how much the boys have seen and how much pain they must be in
  • julia is sitting in a chair in her house, but around her the boys (except donny) all gets spotlights and chairs spread out around the stage.
  • wayne has his briefcase with his gun in it open on his chair
  • johnny is curled up in the chair
  • everybody is displaying some of the worst parts of what the war has done to them
  • and julia is watching
  • she then writes welcome home

- welcome home (finale)

  • cried again.
  • the amount of emotion everyone was showing was amazing
  • it’s as sad as it sound when you listen to it

- the emotion !!!

  • there’s so much emotion in this story. you can tell, at some point, how utterly broken everyone is
  • they’ve all lost the people who they were because of the war, and it’s heartbreaking

- there’s a single exchange between donny and julia that is quite literally resonating in my bones

  • “i don’t need rescuing” - julia
  • “maybe i do” - donny

- when the band found out that they had signed off the rights to their song (they’d been scammed)

  • basically, nbc got all rights to their song. the band only had to be in the background of the movie, they didn’t have to let them sing their own song. if they wanted to perform their song again they would have to pay nbc
  • wayne breaks
  • he gives this emotional speech and it ends with “they wouldn’t know sacrifice if it slapped them in the face”
  • this then cues donny’s idea of “slapping them in the face” by performing welcome home - a song they would never dare put in a movie

- johnny !!!

  • overall? the guy was great
  • slow in the head due to his injuries but it was used for comical purposes sometimes
  • has a tendency to forget things
  • over and over and over mentions how his jeep flipped three times while he was in it
  • a sweetheart

- nick

  • kind of a dick
  • played with two bands, waiting to see which one would have a better song to win the audition in cleveland (however did tell donny that they needed a better song)
  • literally a constant jerk
  • * selfish
  • * not the best at all, but his actions were somewhat understandable because of what he’d been through
  • * only liked him when he let wayne live with him after his wife and kids kicked him out/left him

- davy !!!

  • a completed jokester
  • really good at hiding how much the war affected him
  • pretty great tbh
  • had a few serious moments that were made all the more important by his constant comedic facade
  • constant “screw this, screw them” attitude

- wayne !!!

  • loved him
  • had what seemed to be ocd and was a germophobe
  • VERY affected by the war
  • after coming back he ran his house like his wife and children were soldiers because he just couldn’t not do it
  • very put together and organized but obviously ready to break at any point
  • had a very emotional moment during right this way while donny talks about his time serving
  • said donny and julia deserve all the happiness in the world and i love him for it

- jimmy !!!

  • stuck by donny the whole time
  • he was awesome
  • he was the one who figured out they’d been scammed because he read over the contract they signed and actually understood it unlike the other bands (due to him studying law)
  • i just really loved him

- julia !!!

  • sensitive and strong woman
  • didn’t give in easily
  • if i were to actually talk about her in depth i would just talk about every scene
  • so just know that she was amazing and i love her

- june adams (julia’s mom) !!

  • another comic relief character with serious moments
  • super nice and sensible
  • A+

- donny !!!

  • my boy
  • he’s in so much pain
  • you feel for him so much throughout the whole thing
  • deserves happiness
  • same goes for him as it did julia, i love him too much and i feel like this already too long so i’m gonna stop

- how they got the money to go to new york

  • this was so touching!
  • the clubs in cleveland (organized by oliver’s) banded together to collect extra money in order to pay for the trip
  • they got them hotel rooms and first class tickets for the train
  • it was beautiful

- when the donny nova band (featuring julia trojan) played the revised version on welcome home for veterans and their girls

  • donny gave a speech afterwards
  • he talked about how they might not make it to the broadcast
  • he talked about how julia used the word hero in the song, but he didn’t know a single veteran who felt like a hero
  • he says that the wrong guys made it home (talking about him and michael) and i cried

- when donny and julia had dinner

  • julia’s mom was hilarious
  • donny brought pictures of michael and him from their time serving
  • he was showing them to julia and she started to break down

- just like it was before

  • all the more emotional live
  • in case you wanted to know, donny gets very drunk during this song as we see him spiraling downwards
  • in the beginning, julia is cleaning up around the house while the war scene is playing out around her
  • when donny yells get out for the first time he’s standing next to her toward the front of the stage and then she receives the telegram right after
  • she falls to the ground crying and her mom comes to comfort her/take her off stage

- why donny was so set on his fantasy

  • his fantasy is taking train in first class to new york and staying in a fancy hotel
  • he’s not doing it for himself, he’s doing it for michael

- the instruments !!!

  • w o w
  • beautiful. wonderful.
  • there are no words to describe it it was just great

okay that’s all i’m gonna put here (feel free to ask me about anything and i’ll tell you what i can remember).

overall it was a beautiful show and i am beyond giddy that i got to see it (and that it was my first show !!).