susan-boy

WILL CONNOLLY IN ONCE

idk if many people know but will connolly was in the original broadway (and off broadway) cast of once and i have some of my favorite things he does in the musical (hmu if you want the bootleg!!)(also paul whitty is in it, who plays mr. heere in be more chill)

• him sitting cross legged on the floor
• he’s got his hair kinda long!!!!! aa!!!!
• name any instrument and he probably plays it in the musical (even the box drum)
• has his own little song as an ensemble member
• his higher voice compared to a deeper mans voice aaaaaa
• his fake accent !!!!!!!!!
• SWEARING
• wears a bow tie??
• rants about soap operas
• singing in another language
• tall boy dances on a table like an idiot
• BIG SLIDE OVER TABLE WOW!!!!
• he run!! so fast!! all around!!
• he’s such a good ensemble member
• “fookin”
• he rocks out so hard in the background of every scene
• he helps everyone off the bar
• a heckling ensemble member
• lots of foot stomping
• he hop!!!!!(during gold. if you’ve seen the show u know what i’m talking about)
• he wears a stupid suit at the start of act 2
• him yellin about susan
• sad boy lays on floor
• no seriously he lays on the floor for such a long time
• is he dead??
• sad boy gets a hug
• he’s so sad oh man
• he stabs
• his voice when he sings so softly and ahh he kills me
• surprise piano!!!!!

if you haven’t seen Once you won’t understand any of this so watch it asap. the musical (and movie) are incredible.

i can’t BELIEVE andrew minyard has the most beautiful hazel eyes that look golden when the sun shines on them and the softest blond hair can you fucking believe it?????? susan wake up the boy is gorgeous

Of Paparazzi and Succulents

Summary: Actor!Dan is running away from a mob of fans when he runs into a flower shop. There, he meets a quirky florist who has an absurd liking towards succulents, seeming to think they have feelings of their own.
Word Count: 10,927
Warnings: Mobbing fans, anxiety attack, swearing, sexuality denial
A/N: Special thanks to @humhallephan and @moondaniel for giving me editing tips, you guys are awesome! This was originally a prompt from an anon so I hope you guys like it!

Read it on AO3

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Dan knew it was a bad idea to go outside. He knew exactly what would happen when he went out (he could hear the squeals and screams even now), but he did it anyways. All he wanted to do was to go to store to grab some more dinosaur-shaped chicken nuggets, but of course, he couldn’t enjoy the everyday luxury of going out to the store.

As soon as he stepped out of his flat, a hush fell over the street and he sucked his breath in, waiting to see what would happen. Then, not even two minutes later, he was being pushed, screamed at, and had sobbing girls crying into his shoulder.

And all he had wanted was some damned dinosaur nuggets.

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You know who seriously disgusts me? Rabadash.

Like, I’m reading the book to my little brothers right now, and they know he’s the bad guy. But I seriously doubt they feel as sick to their stomachs as I do when reading about him & his thoughts on Susan.

Look at some of his lines: “But I want her! I must have her. I shall die if I do not get her - false, proud, black-hearted daughter of a dog that she is!” / “…killing their High King and all of his blood except the queen Susan. For I must have her as my wife, though she shall learn a sharp lesson first.” / “…catch my strayed bird as she sets foot ashore…” 

There are some things the book would never say, because it is still a children’s book, but The Horse & His Boy has some of the darkest undertones of the whole series. Even more than The Last Battle, (even though the entire exposition and rising action also make me sick.) If Rabadash would kidnap his “strayed bird” and force her to be his wife, what do you think that means for her? Rabadash is impetuous and self-righteousness and greedy and furious, and I doubt taking Susan as his “wife” means he’s gonna give her a crown and let her be queen. No, she’s an object to him. I don’t like to think about the ways he would abuse her. 

And then I get so mad when I read what he says about Peter: “For though the fancy of a woman has rejected this marriage, the High King Peter is a man of prudence and understanding who will in no way wish to lose the high honour and advantage of being allied to our House…” 

So, essentially, Susan is an object whose “fancy” can be ignored, but the High King Peter is smarter and would absolutely allow his sister to be kidnapped, enslaved, and abused, if it meant he would be allied with Calormene. Honestly. It just makes me sick. From the beginning, Susan’s courtship with Rabadash was based solely on her own feelings. Peter never would have considered pressuring her into the marriage. And he would never consider letting her be forced into it. Peter is a “prudent” king, I have no doubt, but he’s also a protective big brother, and he would die in battle before giving up his sister. Yet Rabadash doesn’t know that. He has no concept of love. Only lust and greed and pride. He takes what he wants and doesn’t consider consequences.

So, to wrap it up, Prince Rabadash is a monster, genuinely one of my least favourite villains in the Chronicles of Narnia, and he utterly disgusts me. (Which is probably the point, but sometimes even I’m shocked by the dark nature behind The Horse & His Boy.)

Just a thought on Narnia

So, in the end of The Lion The Witch and The Wardrobe they chase the stag and end up home again.

Now, not to mention how strange it would be to suddenly be a young child after living to be almost 30, and having ruled a country and fought battles.

But

They also must have loved people or been in love. Like okay, they were old enough to be courting people, to have engagements or arrangements. We see in The Horse and His Boy that Susan has people trying to win her hand in marriage. Did Edmund and Peter have any girls they fancied? Lucy could have been noticing some young princes as well. Imagine having to leave friends behind, possibly love interests? A kingdom you worked so hard to rule? And then suddenly you are 10 years old, having to go to school and learn elementary math. How devastating would that be? Let alone the PTSD they no doubt had, you don’t go thought what they did at such a young age and not have nightmares and other lasting mental scars.

Imagine having being in a relationship with someone, and finally you have built good relationships with the neighboring countries, your people are happy and respect you, and suddenly it is all gone?

That would be devastating.

Bob: really wish i could go to the con but I’m so sorry I’m sick

Y'all: if you read between the lines, clearly this means he’s being held prisoner by his own girlfriend who has infected him with come rare disease so he can’t leave the country while she does experiments on him to test the effects of a new mind control drug she’s been developing to make sure he continues to hate eliza and will one day be ready to KILL HER AND SHE CAN ABSORB HER POWER TO BECOME A MEGA STAR WHILE SHE ATTEMPTS TO RUIN HIS CAREER

Me:

Stroke of Midnight- Chapter 3 (Pennywise x reader)

The rain had lasted all through the night and continued on to the next day. It was a Saturday, so you didn’t have to go to work. Unfortunately that meant sitting around the house, which just made it worse for your paranoid, sleep deprived brain. There was no way Pennywise had been with you in your mom’s house the night before. It just wasn’t possible. And the balloons? It was just too much. By mid-morning you had decided you had driven yourself crazy long enough. You called the Denbroughs to make sure they were home. Uncle Zach was at work, but Aunt Susan was home with the boys. Aunt Susan told you Bill was sick—a perfect time to bring him the book you had bought him over a week ago.

You grabbed the book where it had been nestled on the small bookshelf in your living room, threw on your blue raincoat, and headed out the door. You couldn’t remember if Bill already had The Adventures of Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn, but it had been a decent price and you knew Bill wouldn’t complain.

You drove down the rain drenched streets towards your Aunt and Uncle’s house. You were totally lost in thought when you saw a big yellow object on your left down the road. You squinted your eyes at it.

“What in the world,” you mumbled.

As you got closer, you saw that it was a boy in a yellow raincoat crouched down in front of a sewer drain. You slowed down to a stop and rolled down your window. Raindrops pelted the inside of the car door.

“Do you need any help?” you called out.

The boy turned and glanced towards you. His face was partially obstructed by his yellow hood, but he looked very familiar.

“Georgie?” you called again.

“Y/N,” he said in a downcast voice.

The inside of your car was starting to get wetter, including you.

“Georgie, what are you doing out here?”

“I lost my boat. Bill made it for me.” His little voice was so distraught it broke your heart.

“I’m sure he can make you another one, honey.”

“But this one was special,” Georgie whined.

You were starting to feel desperate. “Georgie, please get in. It’s pouring out here. You know Bill’s not gonna be mad.”

Georgie lowered his head in defeat. Then he jumped as if startled by something. He stood and turned towards you. In his hand was a paper boat. You stared in shock. How had he gotten it? You didn’t see him reach down into the drain, and even if he did, he would have had to have Inspector Gadget arms to reach it. He ran towards your car and you reached back to unlock the door for him. You quickly rolled up your window. Your car was definitely going to have a little smell to it once it dried.

“Now. Happy?” you asked Georgie once he had settled down.

“Uhhuh.” Georgie nodded eagerly. “I didn’t think he was going to give it back.”

You had just started to take off, but then slammed on your brake.

“What? Didn’t think who was going to give it back?” you asked slowly.

“Nobody. I was just kidding.” Georgie lowered his gaze sheepishly.

Your gaze shot to the storm drain. All was dark within. You didn’t even wait to see if you would see movement and hit the gas.

“Yeah you were just joking, right?” Your hands gripped the steering wheel tightly and glanced at Georgie in the rearview mirror.

He nodded. “Yeah. Sorry.”

You took a deep breath. “It’s ok, bud.” You let out a nervous laugh, acting like you were playing along. “You did get me good though.” You glanced back at Georgie again. He was fiddling with his boat. You pulled up in front of his house.

“Hey, Georgie, can you do me a favor?”

You turned around to look at him.

“Sure,” he said. You smiled. He was such a sweet kid.

You didn’t know what to say. There was a pretty good chance that it was Pennywise he had seen in the sewer drain, but you didn’t want to scare him more than he probably already was.

“Be careful alright. Don’t go crawling into places where you can get hurt or stuck.”

“I won’t,” Georgie said. He opened the door and left. You watched him go in the house, but you didn’t go in just yet. Something really strange was going on in Derry. You didn’t know who Pennywise was or what his game was, but you were determined to find out.

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Pennywise’s breath quickened as he listened to the car drive off. Away. He had let the boy get away. Y/N. She had been there. The boy knew her. He had let him get away. And he had let him have his stupid boat back. He was slipping up. Because of her. Pennywise closed his eyes. He could still feel the softness of your cheek, of your hair. He had to see you again. To get you alone. To talk to you. To- He felt his claws protract. He had to feed soon. He was beginning to feel weak.

“Soon, my pretty doll. I’ll see you soon. And this time, there will be no denying my presence.”


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Cinderella defiantly stared down Lady Tremaine. “What bothers you more, stepmother? That I am common or that I am competition?”

“Why nothing about you bothers me anymore, stepdaughter.” Lady Tremaine spit out the last word as if it were poison. “When the prince gets here, he will ask for Anastasia’s hand in marriage. And you will still be nothing more than the servant girl.”

“Then I will remain so gladly,” Cinderella responded. “And someday Henry will see you for the snakes you are.”

Lady Tramaine shrugged. “Royalty does not believe in divorce, dear. Now if you will excuse me…” she jingled set of keys she held. “I have a prince to go meet.” She opened the door with a smirk and waved. “Ta ta.” She closed the door behind her and locked it. Cinderella slowly sank into her chair. And as grief began to overtake her, she buried her face in her hands and wept.

“And… that’s a wrap!” Mrs. Tunstall, the director, shouted from the front row.

You stood up as Mrs. Laura came back across the stage, key ring still in her hand and a huge grin across her face. The two of you embraced.

“Ohh you were great,” Mrs. Laura crooned.

“Me?” You said as you pulled apart from each other, your own face lit up. “I wouldn’t be anywhere without you. The villain makes the backbone of the show.”

“Oh stop.” Mrs. Laura playfully slapped you on the shoulder. “You’re too modest.”

She went to talk to someone and you went to find your “step-sisters”. You all talked and laughed as the three of you went change out of costume and then you said your goodbyes and took off for home.

It was a little after 8, so twilight was just giving way to night. Your stomach rumbled. It would have to be a seek-and-find dinner tonight. It was Monday, so work had been busy; and theatre practice had let out late, so you really didn’t feel like cooking.

The streets were quiet except for your footsteps on the pavement. You were starting to get nervous. Usually you had loved walking home after dark, but now… Soon you reached the alley where you had seen Pennywise the other day, and stopped. Should you really pass by there in the dark by yourself? You stood, weighing your decision. That had been five days ago. If he wanted to hurt you, surely he would have done it by now. You blew a breath out through your mouth and started walking.

You were about half way down when you heard a noise behind you, like something bang against a trashcan. You turned around. You waited for a few seconds, but didn’t hear anything else, so you started on your way again. This time you heard a rustling sound close by. And then another sound behind you. You turned around and gasped.

A man stepped out from a dumpster. You whirled around as another vaulted over the chain length fence to your left. You started backing up the way you came. As you did, you glanced over your shoulder and saw a third man coming behind you from that direction. You were trapped.

You turned to face the dumpster man, and the one behind you grabbed you. You screamed and started trying to fight him off.

“Ooh she’s a feisty one, isn’t she?” dumpster guy leered at you. “Looks like we’re gonna have fun with her.”

The one holding you covered your mouth and tightened his grip. Dumpster guy came at you and started pawing at you, your chest, your stomach. You screamed against the hand over your mouth, but it just came out muffled. You moved your mouth around and finally got some leverage with your teeth and bit down. The man hollered and removed his hand from your mouth.

“Pennywise!” The name ripped from your throat before you can stop it. Dumpster guy started to pull up your shirt and you spit in his face.

“Bitch!” He slapped you across the face, making your head go sideways. He grabbed for you again and you closed your eyes. In two seconds, his weight was off of you. You opened your eyes and stared in shock. A large white figure loomed before you. He was holding your attacker up in the air, the man’s feet dangling. You watched on as the man, which you now noticed was wearing a white clown suit, grabbed your attacker with his other hand and snapped his neck. The man that was holding you let go and he and the other man at the end of the alley took off running into the night.

You started shaking as the clown turned to face you. Her mouth fell open. You had only seen that face once before, but there was no forgetting it. Pennywise. You started to back up slowly down the alley.

“Wh-why did you come?” you stammered.

“Why did I come?” He gestured to himself. “Why did you call?”

You shook your head. “You got here too fast. You were already here.”

“Pretty girls like you shouldn’t be out at night. Or in the rain.”

You gasped. “It was you. In the sewer drain, talking to Georgie. And the balloons. That was you too.”

You could barely make out the grin that now adorned his painted face. “Is it not a custom to exchange…gifts?”

You stared at him, taken aback. “Gifts?”

“A present for a present. A picture for balloons,” he said in a giddy voice. “Is that not what pretty girls want?”

You glanced down at the body at his feet. “I don’t know what I want. I just know I watched you kill a man.”

Pennywise’s brow furrowed. “He was going to hurt you. Would you have wanted that?”

“So you’re my savior now? My protector?” you spat.

You backed up farther and he continued to step closer. “I am many things, my dear. A savior…” He let out a creepy giggle as he stepped into the light and you gasped when you saw him clearly for the first time. “…is not one of them.”

He must have been at least six feet tall. His suit was pale gray and looked very old, like from around the Renaissance period. His face was white with bright red lips and a high forehead. His head was topped with wild orange hair.

As you studied him, you saw a light out the corner of her eye. A man was standing at the end of the alley, shining a flashlight.

“Hey you!” he called.

Pennywise turned towards the newcomer. That was your chance. You turned tail and ran. You kept running and didn’t stop until you reached your house. You sat yourself on the front steps to catch your breath, your heart beating erratically.

The strange and frightening scene you just endured kept playing through your mind. And so many questions kept flitting across your brain, like a scattered flock of crows. Why was Pennywise following you? Why did you call for him in your moment of desperation? And more importantly, why did he think you were important enough to save?


@hello-helianthus

anonymous asked:

when susan brings home a boy lucy acts all cute and innocent and when she hugs him as he leaves she whispers "i know seventy ways to kill you with no weapons so watch yourself"

this is probably canon lol

I love how the dynamics of the four are so even. I mean you pair them off in any way and they can match. Peter and Susan are the oldest while Edmund and Lucy are the youngest. Lucy and Susan are the two girls and Peter and Edmund are the two boys. Susan and Edmund seem to be the slightly more solemn of the two, while Peter and Lucy are more outwardly bright/joyful/im not quite sure of the word. Even the hair colors match, dark for solemn and light for joyful. Susan and Peter take on the responsibility for their siblings, and are closest to parental roles while Edmund and Lucy can balance them out, remind them to relax sometimes and teach them not to worry so much. Lucy and Edmund were the first to step into Narnia, but often lean on their elder siblings calm. Lucy and Susan are the ones to dance with the dryads and Edmund and Peter are the ones to lead the armies. I could make a whole post about how awesome they are together as well, but I’ll just stop here.

Modern Day Pevensie AU Headcanons 2.0

Lucy wants to become a vet or a writer.

Edmund loves sweets.

Susan is really close with Edmund while abroad. Yes, she is in contact with everyone else, but Edmund has A LOT to say…

Peter adopted a cat for Lucy on Christmas. Since he is studying abroad, he thought the cat could give her the company he can’t while away.

You already know what Lucy named the cat… on occasion, she would dress him with a red scarf.

Edmund helps Susan with boy troubles. But, Peter used to help her when Ed wasn’t “old enough” to truly understand.

Susan goes to church on Thursdays. Sunday is her quiet, reflection time.

Peter loves Food Network, even though he only does mandatory cooking.

Lucy volunteers at an animal shelter when she’s 17.

Edmund is an avid foodie. He secretly owns an IG account dedicated to his foodventures.

Susan is a part time lifeguard.

Peter is really close to being valedictorian, but he ain’t perfect and that’s okay.

if i buy the dog, can i get you too?

prompt: d is searching for a dog and p works at the shelter.
“She doesn’t really like people and we don’t know what to do with her.”
“Don’t worry I don’t like people ether.”

genre: fluff

Dan was as always looking at cute puppies. Its always either on the internet or in actual shelters. Often when he went into the  shelters, the brown haired boy would look for hours. He rarely found a dog he would like to call his own, that was until a very special sunday morning.

sunday mornings are reserved for good tea and short walks, but not today. a new shelter opened in the middle of London, and dan had to go. So dressed in his favorite black jumper and messy curls, dan was out the door. Dan enjoyed walking through London, the pretty stores always satisfied his aesthetic. when he got to the shelter he was presently surprised. the outside was beautifully painted a soft ivory colour, with pretty watercolour dogs and flowers. “ wow” Dan thought to himself, this had to be some kind of special shelter. 

The shelter wasn’t big, but it definitely had the cutest dogs. Dan walked around for a bit, dogs everywhere. Dan was in his moment, he loved days liked these. His eyes landed on the most adorable welsh corgi, the dogs was hiding in a corner, and Dan couldn’t relate more. “ Its a cute dog, dont you think” a soft voice asked. Dan turned around and was meet by such a handsome boy. a little taller than him, and with the most outstanding eyes. “ Yes, its so cute. Its very shy, but I like that “ dan answered. “ So many people adore her, but she doesn’t really like people, so we dont know what to do with her” the boy answered with a sad tone. Dan laughed and responded “ dont worry, i dont like people either. I think her and I will get along “. The boys face lit up, oh he was beautiful. “ whats her name?” Dan asked, maybe he didn’t have to name her if the pretty boy had given her a good name. “ Her name is susan “ the boy said. “ Good name”, Dan hated it but he didn’t want to make the boy mad. “ whats yours, i mean whats your name? “ the boy asked, “ Dan Howell “ Dan put a arm forward as a greeting. “ Phil Lester “ the boy answered, Dan had one more question. “If I buy the dog, can I get you too “ Phil laughed and then nodded. oh he was cute.