Here are all the bootlegs i currently have, alphabetized this time :))
A Chorus Line
A Gentleman’s Guide to Love and Murder
A New Brain (with Jonathan Groff)
A little Night Music (with Angela Lansbury)
American in Paris OBC
Amélie with Philippa Soo
Amélie with Samantha Barks
An American in Paris
Annie (US Tour)
Annie Get Your Gun
Bare: The musical (Off-Broadway)
Bare: a Pop Opera
Beautiful: A Carole King Story OBC
Beauty and the Beast OBC
Big Fish (Pre-Broadway)
Bloody Bloody Andrew Jackson OBC
Bombshell (audio only)
Bonnie and Clyde OBC
Book of Mormon Chicago
Book of Mormon OBC
Bring it On
Cabaret Broadway cast
Cabaret With Emma Stone
Carousel (Chicago 2015)
Carrie the Musical
Charlie and The Chocolate Factory (London)
Chitty Chitty Bang Bang London Tour
City of Angels OBC
Cyclone (audio only)
Dance of the Vampires OBC
Dear Evan Hansen OBC
Dogfight with Lindsey Mendez
Dr Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog
Dream Girls Unknown cast
Dream girls OBC
End of the rainbow
Evita (broadway 2012)
Fiddler on the Roof
Fiddler on the Roof (Broadway Revival)
Finding Neverland OBC
First Wives Club OBC
First date the Musical OBC
Follies (Revival cast)
Fun Home OBC
Funny Girl: The Musical
Ghost: the Musical
Grey Gardens (Broadway 2015)
Gypsy the Musical
Half a Sixpence (audio only)
Hamilton (with Javier)
Hamilton OBC (with sheet music and recordings from workshops)
Harry Potter and the The Cursed Child (audio only)
Heathers with Thomas Sanders (audio only)
Hedwig and the Angry Inch (Andrew Rennells)
Hedwig and the Angry Inch (Darren Criss)
Hello Dolly UK Tour
Holy Musical B@man!
Honeymoon in Vegas
Hunchback of Notre Dame
In the Heights OBC
Into the Woods
Jekyll and Hyde
Jesus Christ Superstar
Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat
Kiss me, Kate
La Cage au Folles (broadway 2010)
Lend me a Tenor (broadway 2010)
Lion King (London)
Little Shop of Horrors
Love Never Dies (OBC)
Mamma Mia! OBC
Marilyn An American Fable
Marry Poppins US tour
Matilda with Eliza Madore
Matilda with Mimi Ryder
Matilda with Sophia Gennusa
Merrily we Roll along
My Fair Lady UK Tour
Natasha Pierre and the Great Comet of 1812 (audio only)
Natasha Pierre and the Great Comet of 1812 (video recording)
Newsies 2013 cast (Corey Cott, Kara Lindsay, Andrew Keenan-Bolger, Ben Fankhauser)
Next to Normal (Broadway Cast)
Next to Normal (OBC) (last performance of alice ripley, jennifer damiano, Brian d'Arcy James with speeches at the end)
Next to Normal (Off Broadway cast) (includes cut scenes and songs)
On The Twentieth Century
On a Clear Day OBC
On the Town (broadway 2014)
Once on this Island
Passion: The Musical
Peter and the Starcatcher
Phantom of The Opera
Rent OBC opening night
Rocky Horror Picture Show
Saved! (Aaron Tveit and Original cast)
School of Rock OBC
She loves Me
Shrek the Musical
Side Show (off broadway)
Side Show OBC
Singing in the rain
Sister Act (London)
Sound of Music Broadway 1998
Spongebob the Musical
Spring Awakening (OBC)
Spring awakening (Deaf West)
Streetcar Named Desire (with Gillian Anderson)
Sunset Boulevard The Musical
Sweeney Todd (audio only)
Sweeney Todd OBC
Sweet Charity US tour
Taboo the Musical by Boy George
Tangled the Musical (Disney Cruise)
The Addams Family (audio only)
The Addams Family US Tour
The Color Purple
The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Nighttime OBC
The Drowsy Chaperone
The Great American Trailer Park Musical OBC
The Jungle Book (chicago 2013)
The King and I
The Last Five Years
The Lightning Thief (early off-broadway)
The Lightning Thief (incomplete video)
The Music Man
The Newsboys Variety Show (OBC)
The Nightman Cometh
The Pajama Game OBC
The Visit: The Musical
The Wild Party OBC
The Witches of Eastwick
The light in the Piazza
The little Mermaid
Thoroughly Modern Millie OBC
Tick Tick…Boom! (Original Off-Broadway Cast)
Titanic: The Musical
Tuck Everlasting OBC
Twisted: the untold Story of the Royal Vizier
Waitress (Opening Night with Sara Bereilles) (audio only)
West Side Story
Who’s afraid of Virginia Woolf?
Wicked OBC (KC’s last)
Wicked with Nicole Parker, Alli Mauzey, Aaron Tveit
13 the Musical
25th Annual Putnam Spelling Bee
i’m super overwhelmed right now so i’m so sorry if it takes a few days for me to get back to you, but feel free to message me if you want one!!! i’m always happy to gift or trade!
Some batboy headcanon~! This is my first go, so please let
me know what doesn’t work! We’re looking at what four of the batboys are like
when their significant others are sick. I am only sticking with Dick, Jay, Tim,
and Damian because I am comfortable writing them. I don’t know enough about the
others to be confident in pursuing them yet. Sorry!
-He has all of the chill when it comes to sickies. You are
not the first one he’s seen to, nor will you be the last.
-For the most part, he does an initial round of care that
involves getting you home and in comfy pajamas. He makes sure that you are
swathed in clean blankets and have an awesome crime drama to tune in and out of
while you doze on the couch.
-He stocks your kitchen with fresh fruits and vegetables,
plus more Emergen-C than the law allows. With super foods like that, your
immune system will be left with no choice but to beef up and kick the crap
outta’ whatever bug is in your system.
-All of the gross spinach/kale based smoothies. All. Of.
-Your whining about their heinous texture and flavor affects
-Who even started this trend? Bananas and spinach do not ever
need to be together. Ever.
-He loves to give you blanket kisses when you’re all pouty
and feverish. It’s a silly thing, almost bordering on mean. He tries to resist,
but you’re just so damn cute! He pulls a section of blanket over one of your
flushed cheeks and presses flurry of “safe” kisses into the barrier between the
two of you until you’re squealing with either laughter or fury.
-This man is the biggest worry wart. He combats his anxiety
upon finding out that you are ill by exerting more control than perhaps is
-“You’re gonna’ stay at my place ‘till you’re better.”
He doesn’t mean maybe. He means on
his couch, in his bed, on his goddamn lap until your breathing isn’t all pathetic
and shallow and… ugh.
-“I’ll make you a chicken soup, kay, Babe? The chef takes no
substitutions: eat it and weep.”
It is the best chicken soup; rich
and hearty with perfectly sized veggies and a broth that holds just enough
spice to ease the stinging in your throat and make a dribble leak through your painful
congestion. You’d be embarrassed about the mucus if you weren’t so miserable. Instead,
you shovel the miracle soup into your face and wipe haphazardly at your nose
when it makes itself an issue.
-You constantly have to enforce boundaries in this odd
reversal of roles. For the most part in your relationship, you like seeing to
your partner. You want to make sure Jason is whole, happy, and fed. You poke
into his home and his business to see to his wellbeing. Now, you have to swat
his hand away from your drippy nostril when he tries to ninja in a wipe to your
face while you’re mid-bite. You’ve gotta’ insist that he not walk you to the
bathroom. Yeah. You promise. You just have to pee. No you don’t need hel-
-What in the Sam
hell did you just ask to help me with, Jay?
-You are thrilled to return to your own home. Bless his
overbearing heart, two more days of his smothering bedside manner and you would’ve
stolen away in the night.
-Jason profoundly misses your presence after your recovery.
He winds up burying himself in guilt because he subconciously keeps
wishing you’ll get sick again soon.
-Um… yeah. He has no clue how to help this situation and
basically assumes that his sleep-deprived ass will do nothing but further exacerbate
any and all symptoms. Like, what even do you do for someone who needs a- oh!
The internet! That’s a thing that exists. Where there is a will, by God, there is
-Sweet Tim does his best for you. He is awkward about
helping you at first. Caring for a sick person is very intimate, after all.
More so than kissing and touching and all of that. Like, you’re a mess. Aside
from the curious fluids, graveled tone, and snoring, you’ve been reduced to
something feeble and cross with greasy hair and clothes that haven’t been changed
in at least two days.
-He chooses to go the naturalistic route. First lemon ginger
concoctions. You are not impressed, and the results are mixed. From there,
things get wonky. Root pastes caked under your nose and menthol spreads administered
to your armpits. You draw the line at cotton swabs dipped in hot mint tea being
shoved into your ears to ease the congestion, and ask if he’d wash your hair
-Steam from hot showers helps, so yeah. That’s a yes. Purely
for medicinal purposes. The eager consent has nothing to do with soaping you up
in a shower. It is for the sake of your sinuses.
-He lays with you in bed after your shower in spite of your
insisting that he ought to go home and get some rest himself. He looks like
death, and you will not be responsible for passing this plague on to him. He
rubs your back, emboldened by the intimacies you shared in the shower, no
longer concerned with offering kooky treatments from the internet and instead giving simple comforts that actually seem to help.
-He is gone before morning, but you wake up to a cache of
painfully charming “get well” texts that continue to ping your way until you
are fully recovered.
Damien (Older if paired with someone, obviously):
-Upon hearing the coarse tone of your voice over the
phone, he demands that you recover in one of the available rooms in the manor. It
is senseless for you to rely upon your parents’ inferior means. Pennyworth is
an excellent caregiver, and will offer better treatment than any middle-class clinic
physician in Gotham could achieve.
-You are so needy.
Left and right you want your hair brushed, your back rubbed, more tea, more
soup, another hug. He is happy to give to you, it is just unlike you to file
one request after another. In your relationship, he finds great satisfaction in
offering you affection, gifts, and the like before you even know you want for them.
That you are in such a state of discontent grieves him outside of his concern
for your health.
-Silly boy makes the mistake of micromanaging Alfred’s care
of you. Cretin. When he is forbidden from “interfering with your rest” for the
next several hours, the error of his ways becomes apparent.
-It is unusually gratifying to kiss your cheeks and forehead.
He always likes to kiss you, but as things are, he cannot seem to keep his mouth
off of you. Peaked and feverish, you are all pink and overly warm. He’s not
sure what it says of him, but the kisses he presses into you now are marvelous.
-When Damien too falls ill, Alfred pulls you aside and
requests that you exhibit more self-control with regards to your lips than
young master Wayne had been capable. While his eyes are somewhat ornery, his voice
and smile are kind.
-You fever is gone, but your cheeks will forever be pink in the Wayne
manor after Mr. Pennyworth’s appeal.
It Had To Be You -- Jason Todd x Reader, Platonic!Roy Harper x Reader
I’ve been dying to actually sit down and write a soulmate story for a while now. There’s so many to choose from, it gets kind of hard to try and come up with your own spin on how soulmates find each other. I read one that I really liked while browsing on good ol’ Tumblr the other day, so here it is!
For this soulmate AU thing, every person is born with the words their soulmate will say to them when they realize they’re soulmates. It’s not the first thing they say to each other, but the first thing they say to clue one of them into the fact that they’re soulmates. I hope that makes sense!
WARNING! Name calling and other forms of dislike ahead. And it’s kind of angsty?
Word Count: 1328
For the umpteenth time in your life, you wondered what
kind of asshole you were destined to spend the rest of your life with. Some
would say it was foolish to believe your soulmate was going to be a jerk, but
the words printed in cursive on your arm were more than enough proof to prove your
is the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.
Seriously, what kind of person would say that to their soulmate? An asshole, that’s
who. And that asshole was the person you were destined to spend the rest of
your life with.
You pushed those depressing thoughts from your mind
and refocused on getting ready for tonight. Your best friend, Roy Harper,
finally had some free time and you two were going to have that best friend
night you’d been planning for months. It wasn’t a date, you cringed at the very
thought of dating the redhead. You two had known each other for so long, it was
weird to think of him in any other capacity besides a best friend or brother
figure. Besides, his soulmate would kick your ass from here to China just for
thinking that this evening was a date.
The ringtone you’d set for Roy began to fill the air.
You hurriedly stumbled into the living room where you had left your phone to
answer the call. Once the device was in your hand, you swiped a finger across
the screen and placed the cell phone to your ear.
“Hey Arrow Boy, what’s up?”
The voice on the other side groaned in annoyance. “Why
do you insist on calling me that? I’m not even Oliver’s sidekick anymore.”
“Do you use a bow and arrows? Are you male?”
“Yes to both.”
“Then there’s your answer!” You chirped happily.
Again, an annoyed groan filled your ear in response to
your words. “You have to be the single most annoying person in the world (Y/N).”
“Flattery will get you nowhere with me. Besides,” you
said with a rueful smile, “I’m spoken for.”
“God bless the one stuck with you for the rest of
You half-heartedly rolled your (E/C) eyes at his
statement. The two of you’d had this conversation so many times it didn’t
bother you anymore. You were well aware of the fact that you were a difficult
person to get along with, hence the reason you had very few close friends.
“Anyway, I didn’t call for you to tease me. I just
wanted to let you know that Jason will be joining us for tonight.”
You made a face at the name. “That skunk head? Why would
you invite him to our best fiends’ night? He’s not my best friend!”
“But he is one of mine and it’s important to me that
my two best friends get along.”
You scowled into the receiver.
Jason Todd and you had never gotten along. He was a complete and utter jerk with too many
issues for your taste. It was no wonder he hadn’t found his soulmate yet. The
person doomed to be his should be counting their blessings that they hadn’t
found him yet. Any time you didn’t have to be around the former Boy Wonder was
a good day in your book.
“(Y/N)? You still there?”
A heavy sigh escaped your lips. You reached up and ran
a hand through your (H/C) hair as you spoke. “Yeah, I’m still here. The
psychopath can come, but only if he’s on his best behavior!”
“I’m not a psychopath!” You heard someone shout in the
background. A small, satisfied smirk graced your face in response.
“You be nice too. We’ll see you at the restaurant.”
Twenty minutes later and you found yourself sitting
across from the skunk head himself at yours and Roy’s favorite restaurant.
Since there were three of you, you weren’t set at your usual table. The little
two toppers wouldn’t have had enough room to accommodate Jason’s unwelcome
presence, so you were over in a corner at a booth. The server had already come
by and taken your drink order before the two men had arrived. You’d ordered the
usual for Roy and yourself. For Jason, you’d ordered a Dr. Pepper. You hated
the drink with a burning passion and from what little you knew about the
vigilante, so did Jason.
He was still glaring at you for that little “slip up”
as you called it.
The tension between the two of you could have been cut
with a knife. It was more than obvious neither of you wanted to be near the
other. Had it not been for Roy, the two of you would’ve been at each other’s
throats by now.
“Sorry for the mix up, here are all of your drinks.”
The young man said as he placed the three glasses down on the table. He tucked
his tray under his arm and gave a nervous smile to all of you. “Are you ready
Neither you nor Jason paid him any mind. Sighing, Roy shook
his head at the other man to indicate that you would need more time. The server
nodded and quickly walked away from the tension filled table.
Without breaking eye contact, you reached out and grasped
your drink and took a sip. The wonderful sensation of sweet tea hitting your taste
buds made a content sigh slip from your lips. Jason smirked at the small
victory of being able to keep a stoic face longer than you.
“I can’t believe something as insignificant as a drink
can make you crack. No wonder you never got into the hero biz.”
“Jason,” Roy warned in a low tone. “We talked about
“It’s fine Roy, it’s not like I’ve ever, oh I don’t
know, died doing something mundane.”
It was your turn to receive a warning. “(Y/N)…”
“No, she’s right Roy,” Jason cut in, “her life is
boring and dull.”
“At least I’m not a bully.”
“At least I’m not boring.”
“Skunk head.” You growled.
“Hill billy.” Jason shot back.
Roy all but shouted. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “Can’t we just
enjoy tonight? Please, dear god I’m begging you. Just one night where there isn’t
any fighting. I get enough of that in my night job.”
The two of you mumbled quick apologies to the redhead
before looking at your menus. The server came back a few minutes later and took
your orders. As he walked away, you took another sip from your glass of sweet
tea. Jason made a disgusted face at the beverage in your glass.
“How can you drink that? It’s like a drink of pure
“Excuse you. Sweet tea is God’s given gift to mankind!”
You had expected Jason to snap at you with a witty
comeback, but you were surprised at his dumbstruck expression. His blue eyes
were wide in disbelief and his mouth hung open. Realizing this, Jason shut his
mouth before opening it again as if to speak then promptly shutting it again.
He repeated these actions for a few moments before a scowl settled on his face.
“That is the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.”
You choked on your drink as his words registered in
your head. Coughing to try and clear your lungs, you frantically rolled up the
sleeve on your shirt to inspect your arm. Sure enough, the words that had
always been there were gradually fading away.
You whipped your head up and stared at Jason.
For a moment, you could’ve sworn he had a hopeful look
in his eyes. For a moment, you had forgotten that you hated this man’s guts.
For a moment, you were insanely and indefinitely happy. For a moment, all that
mattered was that you had found your soulmate.
Then the feeling passed.
scowled at the other and said in an eerily similar tone of disgust, “It had to be you.”
Like, he wakes up in the morning, probably on Todd’s sofa, all rumpled and uncomfortable from sleeping there. And he finds that someone put a blanket on him last night, which was nice of them, and he smiles a little. Pulls it around his shoulders. And then Todd emerges from the kitchen, because this is the one time he’s ever been up before Dirk (because it had been a tough case they just solved, so he figured Dirk could use the rest) and Todd makes him a cup of tea. And they sit and talk and Dirk’s all wrapped up in his blanket with his tea and he has this smile on his face, and says,
“Thanks Todd.” In that little way he does.