Just because some people asked. Here’s the song list from the Broadway Princess Party at 54 Below: Ariel (Desi Oakley)- Part of Your World Merida (Teal Wicks)- Brave Anastasia (Alison Luff)- Journey to the Past Belle (Kara Lindsay)- Home Anna (Laurie Veldheer)- For the first time in Forever Pocahontas (Arielle Jacobs)- Just Around the River Bend Aurora (Steffanie Leigh) ft. Prince (Matt Shingledecker)- Once Upon a Dream/Summertime Sadness/Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go Tiana (Adrienne Warren) - Almost There Thumbelina (Alexandra Zorn)- Soon Adam Jacobs and Laura Osnes- Let Me Be Your Wings Jasmine (Courtney Reed)- Call Me a Princess Mulan (Ruthie Ann Miles)- Reflection Rapunzel (Taylor Louderman)- When will my life Begin Esmeralda (Ciara Renee)- God Help the Outcasts Cinderella (Laura Osnes)- Cinderella Medley (A Dream is a wish your Heart Makes, It’s Possible, Ten Minutes Ago, On the steps of the Palace, In my own Little Corner) Elsa (Caissie Levy)- Let It Go (Let It Be) All Performers- When You Wish Upon a Star
listen up broadway peeps Laura Osnes is hosting a “broadway princess party” at 54 Below with tons of awesome faves such as Ruthie Miles and Kara Lindsay and other amazing people and I NEED audio to that please. like more than life. so nyc friends you gotta help me with this!!!!!
Had a dream where miles Edgeworth taught a German class and Phoenix was one of his students and like since it’s a language class miles didn’t speak much English to them but then one day he assigns the class a butt ton of homework and nick is just complaining his heart out then miles pulls him to the side and starts admonishing him in English but miles has this wicked cute German accent and nick can’t help but just stare and nod
The woman is pure evil, and man does he dig it. F!Survivor/Hancock
He ran the point of the blade along the back of his nail,
carefully scraping out the dirt wedged against it. There was little else better to
do, and his head was too full of unwelcome thoughts to be doing anything
that required even minimal awareness. Thoughts that would lead to dangerous
places, a white-knuckled grip on his leg, a breath that tremored. Thoughts that
centered around mile-long legs, a wicked grin, and a pair of blistering brown eyes.
Hancock had to wonder if she actually looked at him like
that on purpose. He’d seen her flash that crooked smile at folks before, no less impish than it was any other time, but
whenever it turned onto him it all
“Mayor Hancock.” Kit
drawled, her voice thick with smoke and grit. He sighed quietly in minor dread
before lifting his head. It took maybe half a moment for him to regret doing so.
She was wearing the cleanest clothes he’d probably ever seen
her in; a cream colored button down with a blue plaid pattern, a black tank top
that showed just enough cleavage to leave his mouth dry, and cutoff denim
shorts that were so faded they were nearly white. Even her dark hair was washed
and gathered into a neat ponytail, hints of red flickering in the sunlight that spilled into the room. She shifted her weight to lean against the doorframe,
full hips rolling in a way that he felt was entirely unnecessary, and kicked a
foot out to cross her legs at the ankles. Sharp canines bared themselves
through a pale screen of cigarette smoke.
Visceral. The word he was looking for was visceral.
“General Murphy.” He replied, his throat tight enough to be
obvious. It only made her smile wider.
“Call me Kit. I hear that enough from Preston, and he’s
impossible to convince.”
“Let’s make it fair then. Hancock will do just fine.”
She pushed herself from the door and crossed the room on a
smooth gait, tilting her head back to blow a smoke ring into the air. When she
stopped, she loomed over him with barely a foot to keep it civil. A wave of
warmth rushed over him, ripe with cigarette smoke, whiskey, and soap. “Just
Hancock? Not John? I suppose we’re not close enough for ‘Johnny,’ then?”
Hancock swallowed hard. God, even her walk was predatory. “Well, far be it from me to discourage closeness,” he chuckled as low as he
could manage, “but no. I’d prefer Hancock. Personal reasons, ya feel me?” He
hit her with a broad grin of his own, his knife dancing through his fingers and
hurdling along his knuckles.
“Oh, I certainly do.” She purred, ribbons of smoke floating
from her nostrils.
His knife hit the floor mid-twirl. He really hoped his jaw
hadn’t done the same.
“Dude, I’m just fuckin’ with ya. Relax.” Kit laughed and shook her head, scratching a brow with her thumbnail as her posture dropped into
something looser. Her dippled smile suddenly lost the dagger edge, and the light
that filled her eyes was as warm as the sunlight.
Oh boy. She was a dangerous one alright.
“Well obviously.” He nearly wheezed, scooping his knife from the floor, carefully keeping his eyes on it and not her… God. Her legs.
She just rolled her eyes and playfully kicked at his boot. “Listen,
some of the guys and I were gonna go out and smack a few beers cans around. We
found some old golf clubs the other day and thought we could make use out of ‘em.
“Oh, I certainly do.” He mimicked her with a seductive lilt, praising
any higher power that could be listening for the renewed strength in his voice.
“Good.” She turned on her toe and marched away on long
strides, only to halt at the door and toss that vicious little smirk of hers
over her shoulder. “Let’s hope you hit better than you flirt.”