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Erik and Raoul waiting in the car for Meg and Christine while they're shopping
  • Raoul: Dude, what's that? Gosh, is that the High School Musical 2 CD? Who put it in there?
  • Erik: DIDN'T THEY LEARN ANYTHING?
  • Raoul: Dude I'm so putting this on.
  • Erik: WHAT? HELL NO!
  • Raoul: Dude, these things are sent to try us.
  • Erik: Whatever.
  • *Ten minutes later, Meg and Christine come in with arms loaded with bags, to find...*
  • Erik and Raoul: ICED TEA IMPORTED FROM ENGLAND, LIFEGUARDS IMPORTED FROM SPAIN, TOWELS IMPORTED FROM TURKEY, AND TURKEY IMPORTED FROM MAIAIAIANE
ModernDay What Now?

So, this is my somewhat-late attempt at a ‘what on earth is even goin to be on this blog’ post.

Short Version: Who knows?

Long Version:

·         Well, I’m a theatre major pursuing writing, so lots of theatre/writing related posts—original or re-blogged

·         I cross stitch, so if I really like how something turned out, I may post a picture (for instance, my icon, which for some reason, I cannot get to display any way but sideways)

·         Observations on life I find amusing, but most of these will probably be lumped under the first one because, well…theatre IS my life, right now.

·         As far as fandom stuff goes (most of this will be re-blogged unless some kind of head cannon-like inspiration strikes), my tastes not only vary, they rotate, so in no particular order:

o   PJO/Rick Riordan

o   MLP: FIM

o   RWBY

o   FMA/FMA: B

o   Harry Potter

o   Star Trek (TSO and NG, mostly, not super familiar with yet but watching)

o   Various animated films from my childhood (So, mostly Disney)

o   Shakespeare (though this will tend to fall under theatre life stuff)

o   MCU

o   Young Justice/Teen Titans

o   And honestly, probably a lot more I can’t think of off the top of my head, or things I don’t can’t myself a part of the fandom, but I do enjoy.

So, yeah. That is the eclectic mix of who I am and what this is. If it sounds like something you’re interested in, stick around and enjoy the insanity!

Fic Rec

So, you might be familiar with the ModernDay! CoffeeShop!AU, right? 

Originally posted by pluviobrew

But I guarantee you have never seen it like this! I was feeling a bit down this morning, but this story had me going: 

Originally posted by albustheduck

 in my mind, obviously. My body ain’t that bad, but I’ll never be able to do anything other than dream about this level of dorito.

Story: Abstract Art by eadunne2 ( @seasless​ on Tumblr) 27k

Steve and Bucky knew each other in their teens. Because they lived in neighbouring cells, being tested on and tortured. Sounds bleak and angsty? No worries, there’s so much more to this story than that! Because they get out, lose sight of one another and meet many years later as artist!ex-soldier!superhero!Steve and coffeeshopowener!ex-sniper!superhero!Bucky. 

Trust me, guys, this is one version of the greatest love story through time you have to check out! It will give you feels and it will soothe those feels. This author really delivers. 

Squishy over and out.

Originally posted by sum1greater

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A Shattered Reuinion - Closed Rp- firefly-soldier-

For this record, this one wasn’t his fault.
The infectiousness had started to rise and he couldn’t get enough research done in time to do anything about it or even identify it. His G didn’t like it and it was clear that he couldn’t be infect by it, which made him even more curious. But getting too close proved to be a bad idea as it would have alerted hoards of them to his where abouts.
If the BSAA or DSO were sent in, he was screwed. He couldn’t be seen, not like this.

His right arm was in a make-shift sling where the nerves and muscles hadn’t entirely healed right. On some days he could move it slighty, but others he lost control of it completely. Pain in his and neck was nearly constant as his body reacted to the other outbreak. G could sense it and it was warning its host to stay away. Constantly loosing weight, he must have looked half dead himself.

He had managed to make it down the street to a parking lot where he saw a figure duck as an explosion rang out beside them. Flames lapped at Wills left arm and he hissed in pain. Fire was one thing that G didn’t like, and it could damage him greatly.
Sustaining only minor burns, he began to move away and go toward the figure, hoping his wound would have healed its-self by the time it took to find them.

Normally, he wouldn’t go seeking out company, but with half of his body useless…he didn’t have much of a choice. firefly-soldier

Closed RP with- damnmarimo

Date was bored. Way too bored, which usually never ended good. Well, at least for the people who dared to challenge him, like a certain red-loving airhead. Though, since that certain idiot was nowhere around, he just kept on strolling down the streets. (Patrolling his area as his gang lovely put it)

Eventually he stopped, buying himself a drink  and leaned on the wall of the little shop, observing all the people who were walking by.

The young mans eye fixed on a certain green haired man. He had never seen him before. A tourist, maybe? Nahh, who cares. Either way, the guy seemed pretty lost, so he pushed himself off the wall and walked over to the stranger. “Yoo~ You searching for somethin´?”

Modern Day Pippi Longstocking

“Yes, it’s very wicked to lie,” said Pippi even more sadly. “But I forget it now and then. And how can you expect a little child whose mother is an angel and whose father is king of a cannibal island and who herself has sailed on the ocean all her life — how can you expect her to tell the truth always?”

Her mother passed away shortly after she was born and her father drowned himself soon after. Pippi is a pathological liar. She lies to herself and others to save herself from facing reality. With the inheritance they left behind she lives alone in their home, the Villa Villekulla with her childhood rocking horse on the sagging porch and her stuffed monkey by her side. She’s learned to cook and care for herself though she loathes to clean. No one tells her when to go to bed, so she tells herself. Softly at first, and then more sternly if she doesn’t listen. The adventures she goes on with her neighbors Tommy and Annika keep her busy while she waits for her father to return.

Modern day sayings originated from the Odyssey

One of the most interesting things I have come across in the Odyssey, are the adventures that Odysseus describes to the Phaeacians. I remember freshman year of high school, in English class we disgusted this part of the epic poem. I distinctly recall talking about the sirens, Scylla and Charybdis, and Aeolus Island. I believe that I remember these stories so vividly, because I thought it was amazing how the storied related to our modern day society. At Aeolus Island, Odysseus receives a “bag of winds” to get him home to Ithaca and finally after nine days he is within sight of his homeland. The shipmates, out of curiosity, open the bag given to the great Odysseus while he slept, and the winds blew the ship back to Aeolus Island. This modern day saying imitates this story with, “don’t let the cat out of the bag,” meaning do not become suspicious and look where one should not, and also do not tell something that others should not know. These things only lead to bad consequences. Scylla and Charybdis is a place in the novel where Odysseus must choose between two terrible options both resulting in death of his crew members. Today many people say one is “stuck between a rock and a hard place,” meaning that there is some kind of dilemma, and whichever side one picks, the end result will not be as good as one may hope.  Sirens seemed to remind me of all bad in the world and holding onto the past. They would take someone away from their family and friends and hold them captive by telling stories of the past. The saying “do not dwell in the past” reflects the sirens because if one only lives in the past they are as good as dead and cannot enjoy the future of what life has to offer.

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Spencer honestly didn’t know how the argument began. One second he was suggesting to Charlie that they cuddle and watch a movie, and the next she was screaming at him. The argument turned ugly as they struck each other’s nerves—Spencer with Charlie’s age, Charlie with Spencer’s recent relapse.Spencer began to retort, but Charlie was moving quickly toward him. He thought that she was about to either push or hit him, but was surprised when Charlie’s lips met his. He pushed her back gently, brows furrowing in anger as he looke down at her.“No,” he hissed. “/No/. You don’t get to do that."  

     It was sudden and unforeseeable; their fight. Perhaps it began earlier that day when a string of misfortunes slowly knocked Charlie lower and lower. One suggestion made by Spencer led to insults and low blows being shouted between the two through the apartment. The small brunette was angry—f u m i n g. But as angry as she was, she was beside herself and confused and maybe even a little regretful. Maybe the birth control she’d been on was messing with her hormones. She couldn’t blame anyone but herself even if she hated to admit it. Charlie wouldn’t admit it. Not now, at least.  And so, in attempt to stop the fight, Charlie moved forward quickly, taking Spencer’s face between her hand and pressing her lips roughly to his. 

     He did not want to end the fight, apparently. He’d pushed her away, denied her kiss. She felt scorned and rejected. A mindless pout formed on her full lips, the lips that only craved his and not in a way that would bring her pain and anger. Her hands shook at her sides, not knowing whether she wanted to cry or scream again. Green, darkened eyes glared up into Spencer’s.  ”Why? You never shut up! I don’t think you know how!“ She hissed.