that she knows michael is saying it

i’m laughing at the concept of immortal fake ah crew deciding to hide their immortality and this leading to shenanigans 

  • like jeremy fucking laughs the first time somebody shoots him in the chest, just a full-blown giggle you’d expect from a four year old, and then he’s like oh shit right and falls over dramatically like something out of the three stooges
  • gavin gets “killed” one weekend and then a few days later his killer sees him at a fucking stop-n-shop or something and gavin spends a full twenty minutes convincing the guy that he’s his own twin
  • michael gets stabbed in the stomach and is immediately like “i just GOT this FUCKING SHIRT– i mEAN OW, OH NO, I’VE BEEN STABBED, I’M DEFINITELY BLEEDING OUT RIGHT NOW, THAT’S WHAT’S HAPPENING, OH THE INHUMANITY”
    (”laying it on a little thick there, michael,” lindsay says)
  • ray gets shot and is basically like sweet naptime and fucking very carefully settles down on the sidewalk and strips off his hoodie and bundles it under his head like a pillow and dozes off
    ray does this every time he gets injured under the pretense that it might have killed me if i was mortal you don’t know (ray you got shot in the foot wake the hell up)
  • whenever jack gets “killed” and is later seen by the person who killed her, she staunchly insists she’s a ghost (”i’m here to haunt your ass for the rest of eternity, fucker”)
  • geoff and ryan get taken by a rival gang and ryan is shot in the chest; ryan immediately looks down at himself with a sad face and goes “aww.” (he’s wearing his “normal guy” shirt; geoff’s kind of glad it’s ruined now)
    geoff gives ryan a pointed look and ryan blinks, then clutches at his chest and starts to fucking monologue
    “Had I but time–as this fell sergeant, death, is strict in his arrest–”
    (”ryan, what.”)
    “But let it be. Horatio, I am dead–”
    (”then fucking die already, what are you doing, is that hamlet”)
    “aND IN THIS HARSH WORLD DRAW THY BREATH IN PAIN TO TELL MY STORY–”
    geoff ends up wrestling the gun from the gang member so he can shoot ryan again
    look, ryan has to use that theater experience somehow

rogelio de la vega is honestly the best male character ive ever seen on television 

  • he doesnt give a shit about masculinity. moisturizing, avocado masks, etc.
  • the episode where he realizes how attractive rafael was, and he was so unapologetic about it.
  • he openly became best friends with his daughter’s lover, instead of trying to act like that stereotypical father thats mean to the man his daughter dates.
  • him renaming his grandson, matelio. 
  • his obsession with twitter.
  • he puts his family first all the time, i literally want to cry, he’s such a good man. 
  • he compliments people in the cutest way ever. :(
  • he loves shopping for clothes.
  • he knows the importance of lighting when it comes to photo taking.
  • ‘why are you so afraid of having your pelvis touch mine?’
  • his dedication to concealer is the greatest thing ive ever seen. 
  • when he left the AC running for 30 minutes and explained by saying ‘i didnt want your makeup to run’ on jane’s wedding day, what a dad! 
  • he owns up to his mistakes whenever he can. ie: when he told xo to get an abortion. 
  • he knows damn well that he can dance. 
  • HIS SKIN CARE DEDICATION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  • when he payed for jane’s education and literally set up a fake scholarship so she wouldn’t find out that the money was coming from him, like come on…
  • him constantly calling michael is best friend :( 
  • his moment of blatantly checking out rafael’s ass on the elevator one time after saying ‘i never realized how attractive you were until now’
  • again, he doesn’t give a shit about masculinity. 
thanks to the mic levels of newsies live, we can finally hear the ensembles comments.

including but not limited to:

aw five to one, jack stomps ‘em - ben cook (meeting the delanceys)

hey get offa me - ben cook (meeting the delanceys)

yeah seriously I want more papes - chaz wolcott (davey refused jacks papes)

oooooh oookaaaayy - nick masson (they was coronas)

aww come on - josh burrage (new newsie price)

yeah right - josh burrage (sleeping in a worse neighborhood)

uh I can’t afford that - ben cook (new newsie price)

but I got no choice - josh burrage (maybe we don’t buy papes)

hey hey hey stop touching me - ben cook (les pushes everyone away)

no no thats not what he said - josh burrage (davey mentions a strike)

aww gee im touched - jeremy jordan (i nominate jack president)

nice - chaz wolcott (unioned we stand)

does anyone knows whats happening? - Anthony zas (discussing the strike)

yeah alright race - chaz wolcott (pleasure to tell weasel myself)

aww siddown - jeremy jordan (how’d she know my name)

wait really - josh burrage (you’d make the front page)

what? I liked it - josh burrage (crutchie’s strike sign)

we can handle ‘em - chaz wolcott (scabs arrive)

ah you’ll still smell - nico dejesus (last in time for the tub)

whats he saying - michael dameski (ya erster)

thats an oyster race - everyone (ya erster)

all right albert - nick masson (broom dance)

get ‘em - ben fankhauser (spoon battle)

spoon fight!! - josh burrage, nico dejesus, nick masson and ethan steiner (spoon battle)

thats it? - ben fankhauser (kara’s first tap solo)

thats pathetic - chaz wolcott (kara’s first tap solo)

ya gotta be kidding me - michael dameski (kara’s first tap solo)

that’s not right - ben fankhauser (jordan’s speed taps)

we made the front page - iain young (king of new york dance break)

he’s a sellout - nick masson (jacks betrayal)

guys! - ethan steiner (Jeremy and kara’s kiss)

lookout - nico dejesus (finale turns)


**feel free to add your own**

Gay angst Bmc headcanons no one asked for

-Brooke is the kind of person who calls everyone sweetie and honey so she needs more interesting nicknames for Chloe when they start dating
-She calls her things like Nugget and Eggroll and Crabcake
-Jake adores Rich’s lisp and tries to get him to say s’s as much as he can
-Chloe and Michael had a little “pining for your best friend club” before they all got together
-Rich joins at one point
-Mr. Heere fucking ships Jeremy and Michael so hard it’s painful
-The Squip is fucking frustrated with the fact that Jeremy doesn’t realize he’s gay for Michael so he drops little hints
-“Hey you know who’s looking cute today” “Um? Christi-” “Michael Mell” “But I’m straigt wtf” “jeREMY”
-Everyone’s gay
-and angsty
-I don’t make the rules

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I think that explodes her brain a little bit. Because for all the other origami that other people saw, as far as I know, that was only ever between the two of them. And I think that’s the moment where she starts to go, “Well my gut has been screaming all along and I’ve been saying ‘shut up’”. Her brain has all of these explanations for it and I think what happens when she gets that rose is that her brain shuts off and her gut takes over and goes, “Well, now I’ve really got to figure out what’s happened.” - Sarah Wayne Callies on Sara’s reaction to the origami rose

your daily reminder of some things that this fandom seems to 'forget'

- cordelia and alastair carstairs are biracial and have light brown skin. they’re not white.

- magnus has an incredible life and backstory, and is in every single tsc book. his character is not just ‘glitter’ or ‘the freewheeling bisexual’.

- michael wayland, kieran, helen and mark are confirmed bisexuals.

- aline and alec are gay. they aren’t attracted to the opposite sex. (unbelievable that I have to say this, I know.)

- dru is fat. this is mentioned in every single book she’s in.

- jaime, cristina and rafael are spanish names. they’re not spelled jamie, christina or raphael.

- catarina isn’t there to be ‘the malec shipper’ or whatever. she’s her own awesome character.

so in let’s play minecraft - most dangerous game x, ryan mentions that michael usually cleans the office, which leads me to this:

vicious, poster-boy-for-anger-issues, famous criminal michael jones who cleans up after everyone else in the crew in his typical angry way: by picking up their trash, storming into their various rooms, and throwing it about while yelling at them about “fucking being CLEAN, like fucking human beings, and not leaving shit everywhere like it’s fucking spring break in fucking florida or some shit, i don’t give a fuck, this shit’s been here for a WEEK because NO ONE FUCKING FEELS LIKE PICKING UP THE FUCKING LIVING ROOM ONCE IN A FUCKING BLUE ASSHOLE, NO, IT’S GOTTA BE FUCKING MICHAEL TO ACTUALLY DO SHIT WHILE EVERYONE SITS ON THEIR FUCKING ASSES AND SHITS ALL OVER THE FLOOR

gavin is the biggest offender when it comes to leaving a trash trail everywhere he goes, and squawks the loudest when michael is emptying the trash can out on his bed.

ray doesn’t give a shit, and usually lets michael rage around his room with red bull cans while he continues to play tetris on his phone.

everyone call tell when hurricane michael hits geoff’s room, because of the audible “oh, COME ON” and the various aborted attempts to reason with the lad as various gold-plated and pink-colored objects are smothered in fast-food wrappers.

as jeremy is rarely in his room — he can rarely sit still for long, preferring to be out and about, tinkering with the cars, or working out — he often has the unique opportunity to watch the hurricane building as michael plows through shared spaces, muttering to himself at increasing volumes, and as such usually slips out the door before michael has the chance to go off on him. ( mama dooley didn’t raise no bitch, but she certainly didn’t raise no fool. ) sometimes, he even plays the instigator before making his escape, sidling up to a murderous michael and asking with barely hidden glee, “whatcha doin’ there, buddy?” when the storm breaks — after jeremy’s out the door — michael just throws some shit into his room with an angry “not even FUCKING HERE” and moves on.

in stark contrast to the first few times this happened — during which she got just about as pissed as michael and would yell back at him — jack is utterly calm about it, and usually the last stop on michael’s route, because a) he’s usually almost out of trash at that point, and b) she just sits there with her arms folded and stares him down until he runs out of steam, and can always be counted on to help him pick up whatever’s left and follow up michael’s tantrum with stern warnings to the boys.

ryan is the only person who does not get affected by cleaning day, because he keeps fairly clean and michael knows it. this is not to say he’s immaculate: there are staggering amounts of diet coke cans left on the kitchen counter every day. but they aren’t left lying all around the house, and that’s what michael cares about. ( plus, every saturday morning, ryan washes out the soda cans and puts them in a bag for recycling, drives them out to a “can man” who weighs the bag and gives him money for the cans, and then donates the cash however he sees fit, usually to an animal shelter or buying a homeless person a meal. so the cans don’t remain in the kitchen for very long. he’s crazy, not heartless. ) and while his room is untidy as all get out — that’s where all the cans are strewn about — ryan tends to keep his mess contained and out of the general living space.

the one time michael did try to include him in the tempest, the can he was attempting to chuck at ryan’s head was suddenly impaled by a throwing knife. it was extremely sobering.

i may have lied. ryan’s not the only person to be safe from michael’s wrath on cleaning day. nobody pulls that shit on lindsay and lives.

ok one of the fucking funniest childhood memories i have is this one time when i was around 7

me and my friend would collect webkinz and some of them dated each other. my pink pony, lollipop was dating her lil’kinz penguin, michael

a few months later, people were playing american idol karaoke at some guys birthday party (for wii i think?) and thats where i heard rihanna’s unfaithful for the first time. i was literally so entranced and inspired that when i got home that night i listened to it again on youtube and read every lyric carefully

i got so inspired that i had the sudden idea to make my pony write a break-up letter to michael, but the words were going to be the lyrics to unfaithful with some pronouns changed. the letter was literally like

Dear Michael,

Story of my life
Searching for the right
But it keeps avoiding me
Sorrow in my soul
Cause it seems that wrong
Really loves my company

He’s more than a man
And this is more than love
The reason that the sky is blue
The clouds are rolling in
Because I’m gone again
And to you I just can’t be true

And I know that you know I’m unfaithful
And it kills you inside
To know that I am happy with some other guy
I can see you dying

I don’t wanna do this anymore
I don’t wanna be the reason why
Every time I walk out the door
I see you die a little more inside
I don’t wanna hurt you anymore
I don’t wanna take away your life
I don’t wanna be
A murderer

~Lollipop

i actually thought i was so poetic?? anyway the next day, my friend comes over as usual, and i say in the saddest and most sentimental voice, “um.. lollipop wanted me to give michael this letter… she couldn’t do it herself..” like i was really into this

so she opens the letter and after reading maybe 2 lines she just looks me dead in the eyes and says “these are the lyrics to unfaithful by rihanna” and i can still remember the blood draining from my face

  • someone: hi michael
  • michael: did you know i'm going to be a father? dude, i'm gonna have a baby. that's crazy. in-in a few more months there's gonna be a kid that's mine that exists out in this world. like i'm gonna have a daughter and she's gonna say "goo goo ga ga" and she'll wear diapers and drink bottles and shit and me and lindsay are gonna have no life because we'll have a baby and our baby's gonna grow up and then there are gonna be TWO people i love that i have to keep from accidentally killing themselves out of clumsiness and--hey where are you going

As they were building that library in that school’s gym, they built a rehearsal space for us. It was really an empty room taped out with the same dimensions of the library. And they had the tables all there. And he [John Hughes] had us sitting at the same table. All of us. And I was like, “I don’t want to sit with them.” And he was like, “What do you mean?” And I go, “I do not want to sit with them, you know?” And he goes, “Where do you want to sit?” And I knew from the script that I come in after [Anthony] Michael [Hall], so I go, “Wherever he sits, that’s the seat I want.” And he smiled and he looked at Michael, and he went, “Is that okay with you?” Michael went, “Fine.” And [Hughes] just went, “Okay.” And then Ally [Sheedy] said, “I don’t want to sit with them.” And he went, “Where do you want to sit?” And she goes, “Way in the back.” He says, “Fine.” And Emilio says, “Well, I’ll sit with Molly.” And we were like, “Yeah, of course you will.” And the rehearsal had already begun.”  — Judd Nelson for A.V. Club (2016)

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Entertainment Weekly has details for several Journey to Star Wars: The Last Jedi books. The new addition: A collection of short stories focusing on inhabitants of Canto Bight, the ritzy casino planet. The authors are Star Wars vet John Jackson Miller and franchise newcomers Saladin Ahmed, Rae Carson, and Mira Grant. It will be on shelves December 5.

We first heard about most of them back at Celebration, but there’s still plenty of mystery. Ken Liu’s The Legends of Luke Skywalker (October 31), which “presents its stories as rumors circulating through the galaxy.” Claudia Gray’s Leia: Princess of Alderaan (September 1) is set when the character is 16, when she “decides to become involved in the fight against the Empire.” We’ll also see plenty of her parents and friends, a boon for fans who want to know more about Alderaan.

Delilah S. Dawson’s Phasma (September 1) will, as we learned in Orlando, give us her origin story, going back to her youth. The book will “show how she got off the planet that she was on initially and came to the First Order and what did she have to do to get there and what will she do to protect her secrets,” Lucasfilm’s Michael Siglain says. “It cuts between the present and the past and shows her as this fearsome warrior on this brutal world that she was on. The First Order comes to that planet, and she sees a great opportunity when they arrive.”

Big Girl - Michael Clifford Smut

 i wrote this a while ago i literally have no idea how bad it sucks ass but it probably sucks hard

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“Mom no! I don’t need a babysitter I’m 18 for god’s sake!”

“No Y/N! The last time i left you home alone you almost burned the house down! And it’s not like he’s a complete stranger. It’s just Michael.” Her parents were going out for a business dinner and they hired Michael Clifford to babysit her.

Michael was 19, he graduated last year and he took a gap year to travel with his mates. That meant he needed money badly. They were neighbours and her parents invited the Cliffords over for dinner quite often but Y/N never had a proper conversation with him however she knew how cocky he was. He had the biggest ego. Always bragging about himself and trying to show off. Never the less she always had a slight crush on him. There was something mesmerising about him.

“We’re leaving now and he’ll be arriving in 15 minutes. Be kind to him and don’t cause any trouble!”

After kissing her parents goodbye Y/N decided to prepare some snacks to watch some movies. Her parents weren’t going to come back until midnight and Michael probably wasn’t gonna pay her attention, she needed to entertain herself until then.

She was going through movies when she heard the knocking on the door.

“Come in the door isn’t locked.” she yelled. She knew it was Michael. Who else would knock on her door at 8:30pm?

“You know you really should lock the door when you’re home alone. Im kind enough to not kidnap you but someone else might.”

“Haha funny Michael.” she was being sarcastic but she knew Michael was kinda right. She wasn’t gonna admit that of course. Michael’s ego was already big enough.

Michael plopped himself next to Y/N on the couch and asked “So what are we watching?”

“We? So THE Michael Clifford wants to spend time with me i’m honored.”

“Don’t flatter yourself i kinda have to cause there’s nothing else to do.”

“Sure.” she snickered. She knew he was being sarcastic. That was how their friendship was. Sarcastic remarks and mean comments.

They settled on watching a random movie which turned out quite boring.

“Why do you need a babysitter anyways?” Michael asked.

“The last time i was home alone i almost burned the house down so my mom doesn’t think i should be left alone anymore. But im a big girl i know i can take care of myself.”

“Big girl huh?” Michael had a smirk when he said that.

“Yes i turned 18 two weeks ago.”

“Truth or dare?”

“What?” she honestly was surprised by his question she wasn’t expecting this. “Truth i guess..”

“Are you a virgin?” she was taken aback from the sudden question.

“N-no.” she shyly answered. She’d much rather her first time being with Michael. The guy who took her virginity was an asshole. “Truth or dare?” she was already thinking of a smart thing to ask him.

“No you choose one.”

“It’s your turn.”

“Im in charge right now don’t you think? Do as i say.”

“Truth.” she didn’t want to take chances and she was pissed with Michael reminding her that he was in charge. Although the thought of Michael being in charge turned her on.

“What’s your biggest turn on?”

“Dare. Can i change it?” she couldn’t tell him that the thought of him tying her down and fucking her mercilessly while she called him daddy made her panties soak.

“No princess. You chose truth and now you have to answer.”

“Umm i g-guess my partner being umm you know dominant would turn me on.”

“I dare you to suck my cock.”

“WHAT?!”

“C'mon babygirl i know you want to. I know how much i turn you on. I bet you’re wet right now.” He was right. Thinking about him fucking her did turn her on.

She got on her knees. It was the moment she was waiting for all her life wasn’t it?

“Michael i’ve only done this once. I don’t know how to do it.”

“It’s ok princess i’ll guide you.”

She unbuttoned his pants, Michael lifted his hips so Y/N could take off his pants and boxers faster.

When Y/N saw his cock she was amazed. He was bigger than the boy who took her virginity and thicker. She was nervous to touch it let alone put it in her mouth.

“What happened?” Michael needed her mouth. Or her hands. Anything. He just wanted to feel her touch.

“It’s just that you’re bigger than my ex.” she didn’t even care if she was flattering his ego even more.

“It’s ok Y/N it’s not gonna bite see.” He started stroking his cock. “Try it c'mon.” Michael replaced his hand with hers and she slowly started stroking him.

“Ugh Y/N it feels so good. Take it in your mouth please.” how could she say no to him when he ask like that? She took him in her mouth. She struggled to fit him in her mouth but managed to do it. She started stroking the parts she couldn’t fit in her mouth with her hands.

“Yes yes yes babygirl does daddy’s cock feels good in your mouth?” Daddy? She never thought Michael would have a daddy kink. She hoped but she never thought he actually had it.

She stopped sucking for a brief moment and said “Yes daddy.”

“Stop stop come here.” Michael pulled her up and sat her on her lap. They started making out passionately.  Michael tried to take off her shirt and  bra without stopping the kiss.

“Fuck babygirl your tits are amazing.” He massaged her boobs and flicked her nipples.

“Daddy please do something!” “What do you want daddy to do baby? You want daddy to fuck you?”

Y/N could only nod and Michael eagerly unbuttoned her pants and took them off.

“Baby there is a condom in the back pocket of my jeans can you bring it to daddy?” she got up from his lap and bend down to get the condom. Michael couldn’t resist it and spanked her ass. She moaned from the pleasure, turning Michael on.

“You like it when daddy spanks you baby?”

“Yes daddy please spank me again.”

“I will baby girl but all i want right now is your sweet pussy wrapped around my cock. Come here.” He grabbed the condom from her hand and quickly put it on.

“C'mon princess ride daddy’s cock. Show him how much of a big girl you are.” Y/N positioned herself on Michael’s cock and slowly slide down. They both moaned in bliss.

“Harder babygirl. Make daddy proud.” Michael couldn’t take it anymore. Hearing her moans and whimpers were driving him crazy. He needed to have his way with her. He needed to devour her. He spanked her and said “Lay down baby.”

Y/N got up from his lap and laid down on the couch. After teasing her folds for a bit, Michael positioned himself at her entrance and quickly thrusted in. She felt so good wrapped around his cock and without realising he started ramming into her. He was fucking her so good. Y/N could feel a knot forming in her stomach and the aching feeling around her pussy. She reached down to rub her clit but Michael held her hands over her head.

“I know you’re close me too baby. Cum for me, cum for daddy Y/N.”

Y/N let out a loud moan and came around Michael’s cock. Feeling her pussy clench around his cock drive Michael over the edge.

He reached for the blanket on the floor and put it over Y/N. He got up and walked towards kitchen to get rid of the condom when he suddenly turned around and said, “I knew you had a crush on me. I think you’re cute.”

“I felt like sometimes she didn’t want me born. I was like Cinderella—even though I was a dude. She blamed me for everything. Maybe it’s because I was ugly, I guess. Girls were all running from me. My brothers were better looking. When I grew older, it was all about money. Mom and I never discussed anything personal. It seemed like she always wanted something from me. One time I called her crying, because I was trying to quit marijuana, and I felt really depressed. She just told me: ‘You’re wasting all that money on weed. You could be giving it to me instead.” She used to cash my student loan checks. One time she even used my social security number to get a credit card, and I didn’t even know until I got the bill. So I detached myself from her. I stopped answering the phone. Then two years ago she called to tell me she had cancer, and she needed an operation, but I didn’t even answer the phone. I thought she was tricking me again. She left a message, it said: ‘Michael, I’ve been trying to get a hold of you. I love you. And I know you love me.’ And I just ignored it. And she died. And I’m haunted by that. I’ve been trying to write about my life lately, but I can’t get past my mother. I wish I could just start my story with that phone call. With her saying that she loved me. The only other time I ever felt love from her was when I tried crack cocaine. I was a teenager, and I had been using for a couple weeks, and I went in her room to ask for baking soda. She started crying, and she looked scared, and she said: ‘Michael, why do you need baking soda?’ And I felt love at that moment. And it was so strong that I quit doing crack right then. I never used again. I didn’t go to a program or anything. That’s how strong that feeling was.”

how bmc characters flirt
  • Jeremy: says "hi" then immediately runs away
  • Michael: "do you like bad boys? 'cause i'm bad at EVERYTHING" *winks with both eyes*
  • Rich: tries to say "you look sexy" but gets embarrassed by his lisp
  • Jake: he doesn't need to speak. him being there is flirtatious enough.
  • Christine: a really cheesy pickup line that references a play, then she talks about the play in depth for several hours
  • Chloe: "the stars are really beautiful tonight. you know what else is beautiful? me."
  • Brooke: she smiles and everyone immediately wants to kiss her
  • Jenna: flirty texts with an overuse of the 😘 emoji
Do we turn you on? (Muke threesome)

Summary: Your best friends pick up on the fact that the both of them make you insanely horny (i can’t do summaries okay i suck)

Word count: 3k

Warnings: This is smut! Luke assumes ‘dom’ position and they all have a threesome ;) 

There’s a little bit of NSFW above the ‘keep reading’ line!

A/N: I’m such a slut for muke I’m surprised this is my first threesome with them? Let’s just say I let my imagination run pretty wild haha :) enjooooy!

Originally posted by ariana527

Michael’s warm fingertips trail across your upper arm, the heat causing goosebumps to pebble across your sensitive skin. As you’re sitting so close to the boy, you can smell the deep musky scent of his aftershave and feel a tug of desire to lean across and smash your lips against his.

You would if you weren’t in a room with your other best friend.

Luke’s leaning against a white wall, his blond hair tousled into loose curls. You take a moment to admire his wide stance before your attention drifts to his fingers curled around his phone. So many night you’ve spent - in the crowd at one of their shows - watching his fingers work magic on his guitar.

You’ve always wondered what they’d feel like inside you.

You imagine they’d be nimble: Luke always brags about his ability to twirl his fingers at perfect angles. But at the same time, there’s no doubt in your mind that he’d move quickly, immediately establishing his dominance before proceeding to bend you over a table.

“Did you just moan?”

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anonymous asked:

Question how do you know someone is media trained?

I was mostly joking, but my assumptions are based on a few things:

(1) The knowledge that anyone – actor, singer, athlete, etc. – who speaks with the press with any regularity has had some media training. I’m sure it ranges in degree and intensity, but even good high school football players who only talk to the local press get some basic training on how to answer questions. I knew someone very tangentially who was a swimmer at the London Games, and some media training was part of their team requirements. It is regularly a part of any rookie training camp for major college or professional teams of all sports. Record labels send their artists to media training; film studios send their actors. Basically, if the person is expected to speak to the media at all, they get some training.

(2) That the answers to questions are polite and politic, never calling anyone out or blaming anyone. Avoiding questions they don’t want to answer. No matter how many times Gabby Douglas is asked about her feelings of not making the all-around, she’s going to say she’s just so excited to be sharing the experience with her teammates and how proud she is to represent the USA. She’s not going to tell you her real feelings. No matter how many times Michael Phelps is asked about Le Clos irritating him, he’s going to shift the conversation back to his preparation or excitement to still be competing or something like that.

(3) They sound rehearsed, which they are. They practice the types of questions they’re going to get, figuring out the best answers ahead of time. They may not know the exact question, but they know that the questions will likely come form a few types and they have stock answers ready to go. Compare (if you watched it) the way they giggled with each other when they were watching the medal ceremony to how they answered Bob Costas’ questions. They don’t even sound like the same people. Think of how many times Harry answered the questions about “Perfect” with some variation of how everyone can take different things away from a song. It was even pointed out that he gave almost the exact same word-for-word answer after being teased. And look at Cillian Murphy’s answer about working with Harry – on at least two occasions, he’s used almost the same words to talk about him. Even if he wasn’t trained to answer that specific question, he’s had training on how to answer that type of question and he sounds the same both times because he’s drawing on that training.

Media training isn’t an inherently bad thing. We lament how that training has changed the boys’ presented personalities, especially Louis, but basically it’s just meant to teach somehow how to respond to media questions without getting flustered or saying something that people will be offended by or that they’ll have to explain later. It depends on how it’s used and what kind of behavior the training is trying to change.

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“Fuck,” Dean said, slamming his hands on the table. “Another freakin’ apocalypse.”

“We’ll get through it,” Sam said. “We have before.”

Dean shook his head. “Every time, these things get bigger and bigger. And one of these days…”

“We’ll get through this,” Sam said, more forcefully. He knew his brother was upset, but he also knew that now was not a time to give into thoughts of failure.

“We need to find Lucifer,” Cas said. “We need his help.”

“Tell me something I don’t know,” Dean growled. He popped the cap from his beer and downed half of it in one drink.

Sam snatched the bottle away from his brother, causing him to dribble down his shirtfront. “Cas, do you have any idea where he could have gone?”

Cas shook his head. “The possibilities are endless. And since I’m not an archangel, I don’t have any sort of mental connection to him.”

“And we know Michael and Raphael wouldn’t want anything to do with us,” Dean said. “What about Gabriel?”

“He’s still… salty with you.”

“Great.”

“Although…”

Both Winchesters perked up. “Although?” Sam asked.

“There is… another one.”

“Another what?”

“Archangel.”

“That’s… that’s impossible,” Sam said. “Lore says there’s only four.”

“The lore… is wrong,” Castiel said.

“Well, what’s the deal with this other one?” Dean asked. “What’s he like? Where’s he been hiding? Can he help us find Lucifer?”

“She.”

“What?”

“She. The other archangel is female.”

Dean was quiet for a moment. “Huh. Well, it’s about time Chuck got some gender equality in the ranks.”

“What’s her name?” Sam asked.

“Y/N.”

“And how has she stayed out of… literally every religious text?”

“She keeps to herself. Father wanted her to stay out of… ‘big business’. She was his favorite, after Lucifer of course.”

“Do you know how to find her?” Dean asked.

“I can look around.”

Dean nodded. “Go. Find her. Bring her here so we can get some sort of plan in action.”

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“Dean.”

The Winchesters turned, finding Cas standing behind them with a young woman next to him.

“This is Y/N,” Cas said.

“The other archangel?” Sam stood, walking over. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Likewise.” You shook his hand, giving him a small smile. “My brother has filled me in.”

“Is there anything you think you can do?” Dean asked. “Any sort of tracking you have on Lucifer?”

“I haven’t heard from him recently. But I may be able to find him.” You paused. “But you should know, even if I find him, I don’t know that I’ll be able to convince him to help stop the apocalypse. He always did like… commotion.”

“What about the others?” Sam asked. “Do you think you can convince them to help us find Lucifer and stop Amara?”

“I don’t know.”

“Nonsense,” Cas said. “You know they listen to you.”

“Castiel,”

“They do. You’re practically the only other one they listen to after Father.”

You sighed. “I shall see what I can do.”

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“So, why have you asked us here, little sis?”

“I need your help.”

Gabriel propped his feet on the table and helped himself to the bowl of jellybeans you’d set out. “With?”

“Lucifer.”

“He is of no concern to us,” Michael said.

“He should be.”

“Why?”

“Surely you’ve heard what he’s done.”

“We’ve tried to distance ourselves from him,” Raphael said. “He’s not one of us anymore.”

“Well, that logic falls through, because he’s still an archangel.”

“His actions would say otherwise.”

“Look, unless we all come together, things are not going to end well.”

“Maybe we should hear her out,” Gabriel said.

“Eat your jellybeans, Gabriel,” Michael said.

“I am. But I can multitask. And I think we should hear Y/N out.” Gabriel dropped his feet to the floor, leaning over to you. “So, Y/N, what’s going on?”

“Well, as I’m sure you’ve heard, Lucifer has escaped the Cage.”

You could tell by your brothers’ reactions that they actually hadn’t heard that. What, had they lived under a rock recently? You shook your head.

“He’s out, and unless we find him, Earth is not going to end well.”

“Lucifer does damage, but it’s not the apocalyptical standards you’ve set,” Raphael said.

“We don’t need to stop him from destroying the world. We need his help to stop someone bigger.”

“Who?”

“Aunt Amara.”

“Shit,” Michael said, a rarity for him.

“We’ll help you,” Raphael said.

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so i listened to be more chill for the first time and don't fully understand it. could u explain the plot??

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