How would dads react to a delicate dadsona? slender, light on their feet and light in general, and bruises easily? (The image popped into my head and I like to think the dads' protective instincts would go through the roof)
🎣Brian : “Woah, watch it. Don’t want you splitting your head open,” Brian’s voice makes you jump, and you nearly topple over from atop the ladder. “Don’t sneak up on me like that,” you huff as you look at him over your shoulder. A lightbulb is clutched in your hand and Brian seems ready to catch you at any moment. “Let me change it. You’re going to fall and hurt yourself,” he insists. You shake your head defiantly and point the lightbulb at him “I’m a grown 40 something year old man. If I can’t change a lightbulb, what does that make me?” You turn back to the socket attached to the ceiling, gingerly unscrewing the bulb. Brian says nothing and watches you nervously. It’s as if you can feel his concern radiating off of him, and even though it’s really sweet of him to worry for you, you wish he let you do more than you were capable of sometimes. “There we go,” you murmur when you’re done. Brian’s hands are firmly clasped to your waist before you can say anything else and he’s lifted you off the ladder. Your feet soon meet with the floor, a small pout coming to your lips.
“Slowly, slowly. Make sure you’re breathing right. In your nose, out through your mouth. Back straight! Knees not over your toes,” Craig’s voice urges you on as you do squat after squat. “I’m not going to break my back just by doing 25 squats, Craig!” you finally cry out, thighs shaking already. “Just to be careful,” he nods and checks out your figure. There are other gym-goers staring at you two. A bulky, muscular man making sure that a small and too skinny male was doing his squats properly certainly brings amusement to some people. You roll your eyes as you take a 10 second break, stretching out your legs and you plopping onto the floor. “Don’t sit down! Up! Your heart rate is going to slow down too rapidly,” Craig literally drags you up with his hands under your pits. “Hey!” you struggle a little in his arms, embarrassed. “Jeez, Craig. Go do your bench presses or whatever you healthy people do. I’ll be fine,” you insists as you wriggle out of his hands. He gives you a wary look, seeming to consider it for a moment “Nah. I’ll do them after. Go on, next set!”
“Darling, you mustn’t push yourself! Come on, hand me that and I’ll do it myself,” Damien insists and you give him your “uh, what?” look. “Damien. I’m just rearranging the library books. My section, not yours,” his cheeks turn a bright pink when he mentions that it’s your section of the library, clearly startled by your mention of his “private collection”. “Still! Those books could fall onto you. Let me help,” he hears nothing of your excuses and bustles past you. Damien grabs the books from your hands, putting them on a table nearby and ignoring your protests. He’s tall enough to reach the 5th shelf, but the 6th requires a ladder. Damien turns to you but you’re already up on the movable ladder with a stack of books balanced precariously in your arms. “(Y/N)!” he shrieks as you carefully descend. “Don’t ever do that again! One day you’re going to fall and break your neck,” Damien scolds and takes the books away hurriedly, though still kisses your cheek gently. “Now let me do it, while you can read a book and have a nice cup of the new lemongrass tea I just bought,” his tone is firm and you know there’s no way you’re going to be able to reason with him.
The tip of your tongue sticks out of your mouth as you measure out Duchess’s food, shaking the pellets into her bowl. The dog herself is sitting patiently at your feet with her tail wagging. “There you go sweetheart,” you put the bowl down. Duchess is soon devouring her meal, crunching and slobbering everywhere. You watch her with a small smile and indulge her in some scratches along the crown of her head. Before you know it, you’re on the ground with Duchess licking your face excitedly. Even the smell of dog food on her breath isn’t revolting enough for you to push her off, she’s far too precious. “Duchess! Off, now!” she turns her head at Hugo’s stern voice. Her fail visibly droops, but she clambers off you. Hugo is already pulling you up by your arm and thrusting you to the sink for you to wash your face. “How many times have I told you not to roughhouse with Duchess? One day you’re going to end up with a concussion or something,” he sighs, tired. “Sorry,” you apologise meekly and kiss his cheek. Hugo’s lips meet yours for a brief moment, his mustache tickling your nose as he pulls away. “Just… avoid it,” he murmurs.
“Christ!” the moment the word flies out of his lips, you whip your head around and lock eyes with Joseph. “What happened to the banner- Ah!” his own widens at the sight of the cloth that is stretched across the stage. His face turns a little pale and you clamber down the ladder, jogging over to him. “Ernest,” you only need one word to explain. Joseph sighs and his shoulders visibly sagged. “Again, huh?” you nod. He squeezes his eyelids shut for a moment before walking briskly to the ladder, you not far behind. “Here, let me do it,” you try to intercept him but Joseph is already scaling it. One side of the banner soon droops and nearly touches the floor. The youth minister hops off the ladder, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “I’ll do whatever I can, sweetheart. Don’t want to take any chances of you getting hurt- Hey!” you grab the ladder midsentence and somehow manage to run with it in your hands. “Catch me if you can!” you tease.
“How about hanging up the lights?“ “No.” “Carrying the equipment to the kitchen?” “Nope.” “Setting out the furniture?” “Nah.” You try to reason with Mat to let you help out with the renovations of the Coffee Spoon, but so far all you’ve been met with is utter disapproval. “Mat, I’m not some kind of 3 year old child that can’t carry shit,” you throw your hands up into the air and grumble. He turns in the other direction, ticking off a checklist. “I know,” is his simple answer. “Then why won’t you let me help? Can’t I at least arrange flowers?” he shakes his head. “You’re going to accidentally drop the vase and cut yourself, or the thorns on the flowers might do that. also you’re allergic to pollen,” Mat points out as he makes his rounds. “It’s for the best,” he said and you huff, crossing your arms in front of your chest. “This is so fucking annoying…” you murmur and Mat points his pen in your direction. “Now now, no profanities my coffee shop.” You stick out your tongue at him, rolling your eyes at the same time.
🔪Robert : “No matter how many times you beg me to, I am not letting you run through the graveyard with me,“ Robert shakes his head and you whine childishly. “But! It’s! So! Much! Fun!” pouting, you grab his arm before giving it a few good tugs. “It’s too dark, and if we’re getting chased by some cryptid I can’t have you falling down in the midst of it all. And you’re going to get so hurt,” he glares at you. “You could always carry me,” you suggest but still don’t take your hand away as he snorts. “While we’re banging, maybe. Running through a graveyard? Not as much, kid. These dad knees won’t do the job,” a small smile still creeps onto his lips. Robert leans in for a kiss and you oblige, albeit your mood a little ruined. “Then you’re just going to leave me at home?” you mumble. “Sorry.” he whispers against your lips when he pulls away briefly, before pressing himself against you once more.
Warnings: swearing, McDonalds(I’ve actually only ever eaten
there like twice when I was 6 how bad is it I genuinely don’t know)
Request: Could you
do a modern AU where the reader is friends with the hamilsquad but through the
Internet and she visits New York and runs into them, not knowing it’s them
until like one of them calls her and she answers but there not like with her
with her when it happens their behind her and they are all like hey it’s you!
You can choose which ever guy she falls in love with, you can do really
anything just something around that plot line please! And thank you if you get
around to it !
A/N: Has anyone read Shit Chat from @small-ham-man because I
read it a while back and suddenly I’m thinking of it again it was really funny
I loved it(also I live in Washington so that’s why I put that in there)
Ham da man: Bye Y/N!
Turtle boy: Later,
La Baguette: Goodbye,
Y/N: I’ll text you
Y/N Left the group
You turned off your phone, waiting for the plane to start
boarding. Once the woman at the gate started allowing people on, you jumped up
to grab your carry on. You walked onto the plane, thankful that you had a
It took off, and you watched the plane ascend into the sky.
Buildings were shrinking in size as you stared down at the world. You always
loved looking out the windows of planes. Suddenly, you remembered that you had
a 5 hour flight. Fucking hell. You
cursed quietly, almost wanting to pay for in flight wifi to text your new
friends. You may not have met them in person, but you trusted them whole
heartedly. Which, in all fairness, was not the best idea…
You saw the ground approaching slowly, and all you could
think about was getting off the plane and stretching your legs. You had been
sitting for 5 hours and 10 minutes with one small break to stand up for a few
You exited the plane, happily taking in the sights of the
city. You lived in a small area in Washington, so you rarely saw the city. You
grabbed your suitcase from the baggage claim and walked to a nearby car rental
While waiting, you decided to text your friends.
Y/N has joined the
Ham da man: I mean I guess
Ham da man: Y/N YOU’RE
Turtle Boy: YOOO
Clothing: Wait you
said you’d be back tomorrow??
Y/N: I missed you
guys! I just got off a plane, what’s up with you
Ham da man: We’re all
waiting for Laf to finish ordering pizza
Y/N: Nice, I’m gonna
rent a car real quick I’ll text you when I get to my hotel.
Clothing: Later nerd
Y/N: I feel attacked
Y/N left the group
Ham da man: Shit I
didn’t get a chance to say goodbye…
You gratefully took the keys from the worker, walking
outside to the parking lot. Not a bad
looking car. I’m also glad I know how to drive this one. You sighed,
You threw your suitcase onto the floor, falling onto the
bed. Your eyes were heavy, and before you knew it, you were drifting off.
Ham da man: Y/N Y/N Y/N
Y/N Y/N Y/N Y/N Y/N Y/N
Ham da man: Where are
youuuuuuu answer me
You woke up to the sound of constant ringing from your
phone. You looked over, noticing the hundreds of texts from Alex you read
through. 90% of them were just him repeating your name; the other 10% was him
asking where you were. Dork. You
laughed, answering the texts.
answering the texts.
Y/N: I’m here what
Ham da man: You never
texted us when you got to your hotel!!!
Y/N: Yeah. It’s
called sleep, try it sometime
Ham da man: You don’t
need to attack me this way
Y/N: Seriously though
do you ever sleep? Isn’t it like midnight where you live?
Ham da man: Excuse
you its 10 am rn
You checked your clock. 10
am. Hey, I’m in the same time zone as them now!
Y/N: You still need
Ham da man: Yeah
Y/N: I’m gonna get
food, I’ll text you later bye
Ham da man: Bye!!!
You laughed at his enthusiasm, and grabbed a jacket from
your suitcase. You didn’t bother changing, since you were still tired as hell.
You stood in the line of McDonalds, before a group of 4 boys
around your age came in.
“Awww, you’ve got a crush on her!” One of them yelled,
teasing a smaller man, who was extremely red. You couldn’t help but notice how
extremely familiar his voice was, but you couldn’t remember where you’d heard
“Shut up! She’s just really nice, ok?” He responded,
pouting. You suppressed a laugh as you eavesdropped on their conversations.
“You’ve never even seen what she looks like, dude, how do
you have a crush on her?” Another one of them spoke up
“I don’t know, ok! Leave me alone!” The small man yelled,
crossing his arms.
You stopped listening to the conversation, as you reached
the front of the line.
“Hi, I’ll have a [order], to go please.” You ordered, before
sitting at one of the tables.
You grabbed the bag, leaving the boys to keep teasing the
Ring, ring, ring-
“Mon ami, bonjour.”
“Hey, Laf. What’s up?” You set the phone down on speaker, when
you got in the car.
“We missed you.” You could hear Hercules laughing in the
“Where are you guys?” You wondered absentmindedly.
“Hey Y/N!” You could hear Lafayette yelling, and knew Alex
stole his phone. “We’re in McDonalds right now, waiting for our food. Whatcha
doin?” You paused for a moment, slowly pulling over.
“Uh, I just left a McDonalds, actually. Funny huh.” You
laughed nervously, looking back at the fast food place.
“What are the odds? Anyway-”
“What state are you in?” You interrupted, hope rising in
“Uh, New York. Where we live… Y/N what are you-”
“Oh my god don’t move.” You found yourself sprinting to
McDonalds. Of all places you thought you’d run to in such desperation,
McDonalds is not one you’d expect. You ran inside, spotting the four men again.
This time, one of them was holding a phone, with a confused expression. Holy shit. You slowly approached them.
They gave you a confused look, but the one holding the phone looked as if he
was figuring out a puzzle.
“Wait, oh my god.” He handed the phone to a taller man,
wearing a ponytail. “Y/N?!” You nodded, smiling.
“Hey, Alex.” You muttered, pulling him into a hug.
“Wait that’s Y/N?” One of them, who you realized was
Hercules, yelled. Suddenly, three pairs of arms were around you.
“I can’t believe you’re here!” John yelled, laughing. You
saw a few odd stares and decided maybe the middle of McDonalds wasn’t the best
place to have a reunion.
“Let’s go back to my place.” Alex said, as if reading your
“Our place!” The
three others yelled in unison. You giggled, noticing Alex’s embarrassment.
“Let’s go.” You agreed, following them into a car.
“So, why are you in New York?” Lafayette wondered, as the
car sped off towards the apartment.
“I wanted a vacation. I’ll be here for a month, though so
don’t worry.” You explained, oblivious to the side glances you had received from
“We’re here!” Hercules yelled, carefully parking the car.
“Wow, these apartments look damn nice!” You commented. They looked much better than your hotel
“Feel free to stay here as long as you stay in New York!”
Alex offered, leading you into an elevator.
“Oh please, Alex. You just want to have her as close as
possible.” John teased, nudging the reddening Hamilton lightly.
“N-No, what are you talking about John!” Alex squeaked out,
now looking like a tomato.
“Yeah sure. But really Y/N you should totally stay with us!”
“Wow, thanks! I’d love to; my hotel room is honestly not the
best thing I’ve seen in New York.” You laughed, remembering the chipped
wallpaper and leaky faucets.
“Oh yeah? What is?” Lafayette teased.
“You guys are.” You scoffed, stepping out of the elevator.
They brought you to their apartment, which was nicer than anything you would’ve
“Nice right? My room is… Here!” Alex pointed out, indicating
a large room filled with paper. “It’s- uh- not cleaned.”
“I see.” You laughed.
“Awww, you’ve got a
crush on her!”
“You’ve never even
seen what she looks like, dude, how do you have a crush on her?”
You suddenly remembered the conversation they were teasing
Alex about. A crush. On someone he hadn’t seen before.
“Hey, you ok?” John’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts,
a light blush on your cheeks.
“Uh, yeah. I was just thinking about the conversation you
guys had before I knew it was you…” You looked over at Alex, who was quickly
becoming red again.
“You heard that?” He stuttered.
“Yeah… Uh were you talking about me by any chance?” You
struggled to sound nonchalant about it, and your voice ended up hopeful.
“Well, I mean-” Hercules caught on to the excitement in your
voice, and quickly cut him off.
“Yes! For sure, yes he totally had a crush on you!”
“H-Hercules what the hell!” Alex’s blush darkened. You burst
out laughing, pulling Alex into a hug.
“I kinda have a crush on you too.” You whispered, ignoring
the whooping from the rest of the group. Slowly, Alex returned the hug.
Workout routine for basic strength of the upper body BEFORE DOING ANY PHYSICAL ACTIVITY YOU MUST WARMUP.
This next workout is all about strength, mostly exercises to give you core and arm strength.
time we finish an exercise, we will work abs. This routine is not about
time, but about reps. YOU HAVE TO DO THE RANGE OF REPS WITHOUT RESTING,
THEY DO NOT ACCUMULATE, IF YOU DO THREE AND REST, YOU WILL HAVE TO
Exercise 1 TRICEPS DIPS: You will
need a chair or a bench. Sit at the border of the selected item and
place your hands close to your body; move your body forward
so that your glutes separate from the chair and your weight is in your
hands, then bend your elbows and push your body down. REPS: From 10-15 and repeat 3 times.
Excercise 2 ABS: Crunches. Lie down on the floor with your knees bent and then try to sit without using any other muscle than your abs.Place your hands next to your ears or in your chest, not in the back of your head. REPS: 10-20 and repeat 3 times.
Exercise 3 This next exercise may seem a bit dumb, but you will feel your shoulders burn. You will just lift your arms at the same height of your shoulders and you are going to do 20 small circles with your arms. REPEAT 3 times.
Exercise 4 Leg raise: Lie down on the floor with your legs stretched and just lift them up. Reps: 10-20 repeat 3 times.
Exercise 5 Push-ups. The old traditional pushups with a little twist. Lie face down on the floor and put your hands next to you, separating them as much as your body allows you to. Reps: 8-12 and repeat 3 times
Exercise 6 Twist crunches Lie down on the floor with your knees bent and once you go up, just like you did on the crunches, you will twist your body, alternating sides. Level 1: Feet on the floor Level 2: as shown in the image Reps: 10-15 repeat three times
Tips for Interviewing and Resumes for Technical Theatre Jobs
First things first: Before you go into an interview know that it goes both ways. You’re not the only one in the hot spot or being interviewed but you are also interviewing the company. The company is getting to know you as much as you are getting to know the company so ask questions about the daily work environment or about the season of the theatre.
The 4 things the interviewer wants to know about you
1. Can you do this job?
2. Do you have the skills for this job or are you a quick enough learner for this job?
3. Do you want this job?
4. Are you going to drive your potential co-workers crazy?
It helps to think about what would you want to hear if you were interviewing.
If you have a phone interview: have your resume out in front of you, still dress up you will act differently in pj’s than in slacks and a blazer, go somewhere quiet so the interviewer is able to hear you clearly, and lastly think of the words you want the interviewer to take away from you because in a phone interview words are your greatest weapon, because you can’t shake the interviewer’s hand and the interviewer can’t see your body language or expressions.
How to prepare for an interview:
-Research the company, know about their mission statement and history
-Practice answering questions out loud with someone
-Before you go into the room to interview step into the restroom and stretch out your arms and legs and hold it for 10 seconds. Sounds crazy but it gets you pumped up and ready.
After an interview send the interviewer(s) a nice thank you note either through mail or email no matter how the interview went.
An interviewer will only take a few seconds to look over your resume so here are some tips to make an impression
Resumes should have who you are (your name and contact info), what you do (stage manager, designer, etc.) and headings (experience).
Resumes should be clean and neat
Your resume should have plenty of margin space and have readable font (stay away from industrial font).
Remember to have your business cards match your resume.
When you go into an interview have multiple copies of your resume to hand out interviews