magnus comes home late that night, but whatever exhaustion he’s feeling is quickly forgotten when he enters the living room of the loft.
alec is half lying on the couch, tucked in the corner, and madzie is fast asleep across his chest. it’s not the first time magnus has come home to a sight similar to this, but it never fails to make his heart want to burst out of his chest.
he walks over to alec, whose eyes are on him, and they exchange whispered hellos and a quick kiss, careful not to wake madzie.
“give me a hand, please,“ alec whispers, putting one arm around madzie as magnus takes his other hand and helps pull him to his feet. madzie makes a small noise, but she doesn’t wake, only nuzzles her face into alec’s neck.
“i’ll go take her to bed,“ alec says, but magnus puts a hand to his arm, stopping him.
“let me do it,“ he says and alec nods, carefully handing madzie over to magnus. as soon as she’s in magnus’ arms, a few firefly like lights appear around them, and magnus and alec share a fond smile.
madzie’s magic is still very responsive, though never out of control, and it seems to respond to magnus, or magnus’ magic, or both, with joyous little things, like lights or flowers, even a few butterflies on one occasion.
“i’ll get us some wine and leftovers from dinner while you get her to bed,“ alec says, kissing madzie’s forehead. “goodnight, sweetheart.“
magnus carries madzie to her room, tucking her in, the little lights following them. magnus turns to leave, but stands at the doorway for a bit, watching madzie sleeping soundly and listening to alec moving around in the loft, and the little lights seem to brighten in response to his thoughts.
he never thought he’d have this. a husband and a daughter he came home to every night, and while it sounds like such a simple, mundane thing, it is the most extraordinary experience in magnus’ long life.
before picture: *writes congratulations on surviving* Judy: Ashley don’t write that! Me: But it makes sense.Right? *looks at Nick* Nick:….I uh …yeah Judy:Ugh yes BUT this is important! *scribbles over surviving* fix it ok? Me: Alrighty *writes Graduating* can we at least use exploding confetti’s? Nick: OH! Yeah! Please,Carrots!! Judy:…with you two? Haha no Nick and me: aww Me: BUT He’ll love it I’m sure! Judy: hmm maybe but no because it’ll cause a mess if you’re handling it Me: (she said maybe) Alrighty Later: *takes picture* Me:..There! Ya guys did great!…NOW CONFETTI!! :DDDD Judy: Wait! Nick: Oh! we’re doing that?! *gets excited* **BIG CONFETTI EXPLOSION** *Takes 2nd picture*
[Edit] I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU COMBINED THREE OF MY FAVORITE AUS INTO ONE FIC, BLESS YOU
No but really this was great and I’d love to read more of it, I find the idea super interesting, like sirens are such a common and wellknown threat that lifeguards are hired specifically for their ability to resist them, super cool!
Sorry it took me a little while to respond to this, I enjoyed it so much I wanted to draw a lil smth for it
There was a time of the evening when it was easiest to strike. Sock had gotten it down to a science. When it got darker and cooler, the crowd on the beach thinned, and so too did the number of lifeguards. Three, two, and then just one, standing watch over the tourists still milling about on the sand and splashing around in the shallows. One life guard, however watchful, couldn’t keep track of everything at once, and there were blind spots to be exploited if you knew where they were.
Hello everyone! This is my first imagine on this blog, so I hope you enjoy! Please send in requests if you would like to see more!
“Hannah” You groan as the car comes to a halt. “Why couldn’t we of just stayed at mine?” Hannah rolls her eyes at you before taking her seatbelt off.
“Because, you and Jeff haven’t spoken in a week and Jeff is coming tonight. So, you two are going to fix things!” She demands with a smile before hopping out of the car before you can protest. You groan once more as you get out and follow her to the home of Jessica Davis.
“Okay tell me this, I know for a fact that me and Jeff isn’t the only reason you wanted to come tonight.” You smirk linking arms with hers. “Has it got anything to do with Mr Clay Jensen?” You wiggle your eyebrows as Hannah bites her lip holding back her smile giving away the answer which you already knew.
“Oh shut up Y/N.” She laughs as you two reach the house.
You suddenly become nervous as you barge your way through the swarm of already drunken teenagers. Usually you love a good party, but tonight the thought of seeing Jeff scared you. You two hadn’t spoken for a week since your fight. He didn’t like the fact that you were spending lots of time with Justin Foley who has been one of your best friends since you were children. Jeff believed that you and Justin had something going on and being the person you are, you didn’t let him get away with that accusation.
“Y/N! Hannah! My very best friends!” A cheery voice comes from behind you and as you spin around you are met with a very happy Clay. “I’ve been waiting for you guys to arrive, here, I already got you both a drink.” You chuckle as you take the drink from his hand.
“What’s gotten in to you Jensen?” You say with an amused look on your face.
“Oh, I’m just happy that you two finally decided to show up!”
“Sorry, it took me a while to drag little miss Y/L/N out of the house.” Hannah rolls her eyes before taking a sip of her drink.
“So… Have you um seen him yet?” Clay asks awkwardly as he looks around the room.
“Nope.” You shake your head and take a sip of your drink, the alcohol slightly burning your throat.
“Atkins! Atkins! Atkins!” You spoke to soon. You turn your head and see him walk through the door. Your heart beat immediately begins to thump at a fast pace. He catches your eye and you look away, bringing your attention back to Clay and Hannah who’s giving you a sympathetic smile.
“Well, I need another drink.” You breathe out as you begin to down the one in your hand.
“But I just gave you-” Clay stops himself as he see’s you finish your once full cup. “Okay then…”
A few drinks later you are stumbling through the crowds to find your other two best friends Jessica and Justin.
“Y/N/N!” Justin calls out with a smile as you reach them in the corner of the living room.
“Bitchhhhh!” Jessica yells throwing her arms in the air to greet you.
“Bitchhhh!” You reply, mimicking Jessica’s actions.
“Have you spoken to the prick?” Justin asks as he rolls his eyes. You chuckle slightly. Justin hasn’t exactly been Jeff’s biggest fan after your fight. When you told him what happened all he did was laugh at the fact that Jeff thought you were together.
“No, I’ve only seen him a few times and then went the complete opposite direction to where he was.” You sigh. “I don’t even think he cares that I’m here.”
“Well…” Jessica nods her head to something behind you. “I beg to differ seeing as he can’t keep his eyes off of you.”
You frown before turning around the see Jeff at the other side of the room, his eyes on you and only you. Turning back to your friends you take a deep breath before finishing your drink and putting the empty cup on the table.
“I need some air.” You walk, or should I say stumble, out of the house and into the front garden. You really wanted to speak to Jeff but what would you say? A whistle knocks you out of your thoughts.
“Hello baby girl.” An arm that didn’t belong to Jeff is thrown over your shoulder. You look up to see none other than Montgomery De La Cruz smirking down at you.
“I am not your baby girl.” You spat wriggling out of his grasp just for him to grab your arm and pull you closer.
“Oh come on Y/L/N.” He tightens his grip. “I’ve been watching you all night and you haven’t been with Jeff at all. So why don’t I show you how to have some fun?” He whispers the last part into your ear making you tense up, feeling uncomfortable.
“Fuck off Monty.” You struggle to get out of his grip.
“Just let me show you how to have a good time princess.”
“Monty, I said fuck-” Before you can finish your sentence Monty is aggressively pulled away from you.
“She said fuck off Monty.” A voice full of anger spits. A wave of relief flushes over you as you see Jeff stood in front of you, towering over Montgomery.
“Come on Atkins, you weren’t giving her any attention so I thought I would step in.” He winks at you causing Jeff to clench his fists.
“Stay away from her or I swear to god I’ll beat the shit out of you.” You widen your eyes in shock. Angry Jeff was rare but when it did happen, it was scary. You step in before a fight breaks out, intertwining you fingers with Jeff’s causing him to calm down.
“Come on.” You say calmly, tugging Jeff away. He takes a deep breath before walking you to a quiet area.
Once you stop walking you both stare at each other for a while in silence. God you missed him.
“Baby I’m so sorry.” He finally says taking your hands in his, guilt evident in those beautiful eyes. “I shouldn’t of accused you of having feelings for Justin, he’s your best friend.”
“It’s okay Jeff, I’m sorry for getting so mad. I hate when we fight and not talking to you was so hard.” You sigh.
“I’m shouldn’t of just ignored you like that princess. I’m a terrible boyfriend.”
“Jeff.” You laugh. “You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me, don’t let a little fight like this tell you otherwise.”
Jeff places his hands on your waist before pulling you closer to him. The smell of his aftershave hits you and you suddenly remembered how much you missed his scent. He slowly reaches down and places his forehead against yours, breathing out, his hot breath against your face.
“I love you so much Y/N, Y/L/N.” He mumbles pressing his lips against yours. You smile as you kiss him back, missing the feel of him.
“I love you too Jeff Atkins.” You whisper against his lips before he pulls you against his chest, wrapping his arms around you holding you tight as if you’ll leave if he lets go. He kisses your forehead as you wrap your arms around his torso, happy that you are finally back in his arms.
Title: Reckless Fandom: X-Men Word Count: 2,460 Characters: Warren Worthington III x Reader, Jean Grey, mentions of Peter Maximoff and Scott Summers Warnings: Smut, somewhat public sex Notes: Reader has a vagina. // Based on @emmcfrxst‘s suggestion for “Warren + being teased to his breaking point….” & an anon’s suggestion for “Warren smut idea: In Public.” // Please let me know if there are any errors. I wrote this over the course of a couple weeks, and when I do that, there are occasionally some inconsistencies. // This took me a little while, because I wanted to make sure that it was as good as I could make it, so I hope you all enjoy it!
Warren knew exactly what you were doing – and he knew that you knew it, too.
From the Megadeath t-shirt that you stole from him, to the black stockings that you wore in lieu of pants, all the way down to the black platform heels – he knew that you were teasing him.
At first, all he means to do is knock on Chowder’s door and sleep on his floor. He’s done it before; it gives him time to think and vent if he needs to, and then by the morning he’s usually ready to apologize, as is Dex. But even if he’s not, he knows that his wonderful, amazing goalie friend will always let him stay a few hours longer, because he’s Chowder and he’s far too polite to kick Nursey out when he has no place else to go.
Who apologizes first depends on a number of things. Sometimes it’s Dex who taps once or twice on C’s door with an invitation to walk to Annie’s, hands fidgeting and tired eyes examining the floor. Other times it’s Nursey who slips a note under their door, lunch? or Walk me to class?, before slipping outside to wait for Dex on the front porch.
But this wasn’t like any fight they’d had before; this time, there was no ‘usually’ or ‘sometimes’ that applied. It wasn’t about money or gifts or parents. They hadn’t lost a game, neither had had a particularly bad day, and they had told everyone who mattered a month ago. Together.
This was two in the morning, running on empty, things you don’t mean but can’t take back, and yelling that woke up the entire Haus - even Chowder, who’s slept through more of their arguments than Nursey can count.
So when Dex suggests he leave (at the top of his lungs), Nursey doesn’t even bother grabbing a jacket, just brushes past a concerned Chowder, a cranky Bitty, a solemn Whiskey and a confused Tango and leaves.
He walks. Where, he isn’t really paying attention, but he’s wide awake and he can’t stop himself from replaying their fight over and over in his head. He knows he messed up, knows he should’ve just gone to bed when Dex snapped at him. But as much as he could blame himself for not being the bigger person, Dex shouldn’t have taken it all out on him, and he knows that they’re both to blame for letting it get this far.
They’ll always be like this, Nursey thinks, too reactive for their own good. He’d try to be optimistic, convince himself that it’s lack of maturity, sleep, or any number of things, but by now he knows better. It’s frustrating, because while he loves a challenge (and what else is Dex, really, if not a challenge), he hates when Dex folds in on himself. There’s always that point in an argument when someone realizes they’re going to lose, but unfortunately for them, realizing that you’re going to lose does not mean conceding your point. Instead, they will inevitably get stuck in some endless loop of you’re wrong, I’m right, every time.
The thing is, it’s no longer a challenge if there’s no way to win.
With a resigned sigh, Nursey drops down heavily onto a bench and pulls out his phone. 3:30, the screen seems to scream at him, and he runs a hand through his hair. He’s on the opposite side of campus, he realizes, a long way from the Haus and a longer way from Dex. He’s cold - it’s the middle of the night, but he’s wearing a long-sleeved tee and sweatpants and sitting on a metal bench. He can’t even remember what the fight was about anymore, he’s so tired, and the mere idea of hauling his ass back who knows how many miles makes his bones ache. He misses Dex.
He contemplates calling him, but thinks better of it. Maybe Dex went back to sleep. He’d only be more irritable if Nursey woke him up, and besides, he definitely hasn’t cooled off as quickly as Nursey has. Nursey doesn’t know what he’d say, either. “Sorry,” maybe. “Are you still mad?” probably, even though he thinks he already knows the answer.
Their first big argument as a couple, they had both agreed to part ways for the night. Nursey had attempted to sleep on the green couch, but couldn’t stop tossing and turning until Dex crept downstairs an hour later to join him. No apology, no notes under doors, and yet when they woke up plastered together the next morning, Nursey knew it was over.
He clears his head and replays the argument again, pays attention to Dex’s words instead of the murderous glare he gave Nursey that planted a rock in the pit of his stomach. I don’t want to see you right now, Nurse. Just get out.
Nursey knows that “right now” does not mean “ever again.” If Dex meant “ever again,” he’d have said it; he’s not one to beat around the bush. But “get out” is something else. Nursey’s been analyzing tone and diction since he was in middle school, and he likes to think that since he decided to major in creative writing, he’s gotten pretty good at it. “Get out,” like everything else Dex says and does, is efficient and to the point. Go somewhere else. Leave. I don’t want you here.
“Get out” doesn’t come with an expiration date. There’s no implied later, like there is in “right now.” There’s no see you in the morning or but come back when you’re ready. When Nursey thinks about “I don’t want to see you right now” and “get out” in the same breath, he sees tomorrow night spent on his freshman year roommate’s couch. He sees the rest of the week there, too, a slowly growing pile of his things taking up space in the corner. A month goes by, and Dex decides he likes things better this way; he finally has the room to himself, and Nursey doesn’t get underfoot anymore. Two months, and Dex doesn’t need him at all.
Nursey fumbles for his phone so fast that he almost drops it onto the pavement. His hands are shaking as he searches for Dex’s contact and presses the little phone icon, holding his breath as the line rings in his ear.
Dex doesn’t pick up.
Nursey lays the phone down delicately in his lap and stares at the empty black screen. He gets the message. “Get out” doesn’t mean “leave.” It means “leave me.”
And Nursey hadn’t even been paying enough attention to realize it until now.
He numbly picks up the phone again. If he and Dex are through, he should at least leave a voicemail to tell Dex that he can come by and pick up his stuff in the morning. He’ll stay with Noah, really, it’s not an issue. As he scrolls through his contacts again, he dimly remembers a Facebook post that showed Noah moving to an off-campus apartment with some other junior. Kyle? No, Tyler. He’ll ask if he can stay with them; they’d probably be grateful for the extra help with the rent, anyway.
This time, Dex picks up, and he sounds wide awake. “Derek? Listen, I-”
“It’s okay, Will, I get it,” Nursey says and feels his chest contract, like his lungs can’t fill themselves up anymore. “'It’s not you, it’s me,’ right? Whatever, it’s chill, I can come by and get my stuff tomorrow morning, there’s these guys I know who have a place and I can probably room with them, I just wanted to tell you so you didn’t think I-”
“Wait, what are you talking about, 'it’s not you, it’s me?’ Why… Is this, are you moving out of the Haus?” Dex asks quietly.
“That’s what you said you wanted, isn’t it?” Nursey’s voice cracks at the end, and he hates himself for it.
“I-When did I say that? Oh my God, I didn’t actually say that, did I?” Instead of pleased, like Nursey was expecting, Dex sounds horrified.
“You didn’t have to, Will. I told you, it’s chill, I get it. I can call a few guys from the soccer team to help me with all the boxes, it won’t-”
“Derek, stop.” Nursey clamps his mouth shut so hard his teeth click together. “I don’t want you to move out.”
Nursey blinks. “You don’t?”
“No, I don’t. Of course I don’t.”
For some reason, maybe it’s the way the breeze whips around him just then or the way Dex says of course like Nursey’s made of glass, he breaks. He’s crying before he can stop himself, and then, like they do when he’s writing sometimes, the words just… fall out.
“Thank God, Will, because it was a stupid fight and I don’t even know what I’m supposed to be mad at you for anymore because I’m not mad at you, I promise, but I didn’t know if you were still mad at me and if you were then you definitely wouldn’t have wanted to talk and so I almost didn’t call but I was terrified, Will, and I miss you, and even if you want me to sleep on the couch or you still need space or you want to take a break, I don’t care, I’ll do anything, whatever you want, I just want to come home.”
“Derek - Wait, you left? Where are you?” Dex asks, concerned.
Nursey sniffs. “On a bench, by Faber.”
“Stay there, okay? I’m coming to get you,” Dex says, and Nursey hears shuffling in the background.
“Okay,” he breathes when the rustling dies down. A door slams, and then Dex sighs.
“Look, Nursey, about what I said before… I don’t want you to leave, and I don’t want to break up or take a break or any of that bullshit. I just… Fuck, I just needed some time to think and you know how shit I am at asking for that when I’m mad. I’m sorry. I’ll be there soon, okay? Don’t hang up,” he adds quickly. “You don’t have to say anything, just don’t hang up.”
“Okay,” Nursey says again, smaller this time. He takes a deep breath in and lets it out. “I don’t want any of that, either, and I’m sorry, too.”
“Good,” Dex says, and Nursey can hear his smile. “It’s gonna take more than some dumb fight to get rid of me, Nurse.”
Nursey grins, despite himself. “Will Poindexter, resident poet and sap.”
“You love it.”
“I do, but I love you more, so-”
“Wait, and I'm the sap?”
Nursey laughs, which makes Dex laugh, and soon they’re back to what they do best, Nursey and Dex, Derek and Will. They talk, bicker, make plans for tomorrow, and Nursey is just planning to tell Dex how much he loves him (again), but the line goes dead before he can say anything.
“No jacket? Jesus, Nurse, it’s gotta be thirty degrees out.”
Nursey’s head pops up so fast Dex is afraid he might have whiplash, but a second later Dex’s arms are full of him and his head is tucked into Dex’s neck, so he lets it go. “What if you catch a cold, you idiot?” He murmurs affectionately into Nursey’s hair. “What am I gonna do with you then?”
Nursey sighs and pulls Dex impossibly closer, but it’s punctuated by a shiver. “Don’t care, s'long as it means you’ll stay.”
“Of course,” Dex says, and it’s different this time. This time, it doesn’t feel like Nursey’s about to shatter; it feels like coming home.
Comet is the only thing I care about if it doesn't win I'm gonna cry
Like. I can’t even explain it I’m too invested in this show. I’m going to infodump about it because I’m so sad that DEH might beat it out for the tony and it doesn’t even deserve to.
-While you are walking in it gives you a Cold War / modern Russia vibe. The walls of the imperial are covered in posters and I remember reading the word pussy a lot which made me happy.
- The guy at the merch stand was so sweet! No one else was there yet so I just was like “ are you open?” And he helped me pick a shirt ( the red shirt with the family tree/ prologue lyrics was his favorite and I bought it bc I love it too.)
- All the ushers were so nice! I was wearing a shirt that said “ so broke can’t pay attention” and a lot of them read it and told me it was funny.
- the usher for my actual seat talked to me about DEH and I told her I loved it but it annoyed me when everyone kept saying ’ oh yeah it has 9 tony noms’ and I was like “ well… comet has 12!” And she laughed and we Bonded™
- did I mention I was alone for like the first hour I was in the theatre because I ran in at 7 without my mom and sister. They wanted to eat their food and I was like “NO COMET”
- I was hungry because I’d skipped dinner?? The comet gods threw food at me.
- The girl who talked to our section was the best. Also I was the only person who read war and peace in my section which made me feel Important™
- Natasha’s “NO!” When Andrey tells her he’s going off to war and prologue starts
- the door!!!
- o Sonya
- private and intimate life gave me chills. Gelsey Bell gives me chills. She was so genuinely scared and I just wanted to run down there and hug her and tell her it would all be okay.
- an old woman was chose for bolkonsky’s lover and she was so happy it was so sweet
- “I KNOW THEYLL LIKE ME!” *pause* “EVERYONE HAS ALWAYS LIKED ME!”
- getting stools into those tables took a little while but it was the best thing I ever saw.
- no one else was so powerful. It’s one of my favorite songs that I’ve like, ever heard, and Denee rocked it. Honestly the little things I noticed from her I applied to my singing it ( it’s a song I’m working on in vocal) and it helped so much. God bless Denee Benton.
- The opera was AWESOME. Gelsey again as opera singer made me die. Her voice is so strong and good and perfect.
- stop touching dolokhov stop touching dolokhob Helene stop stop stop
- the whole “ where is dear Pierre” thing with Marya gently reminding Helene that she IS married to Pierre made me smile
- WHEN THE RIP TBE BLOOD OFF ANDREY I CRY
- Anatole get back behind that door you little shit
- you are not allowed to walk down stairs like that Anatole stop
-Helene please stop looking at your brother like that he’s your brother stop
- Natasha stop looking at him
- Anatole stop looking at her
- stop whispering in french Anatole you smooth fuck
- GIVE HER HER FLOWER BACK ANATOLE PUT IT BACK PUT IT BACK PUT IT BAAAAAAAAACK.
- you will NOT go to that ball Natasha u sit down and pick up a coloring book or something you literal child
-when Pierre says “ oh dear Andrey’s betrothed.” Anatole shakes his hand and goes “ ehhh ” like he’s saying not for long
- the entire scene before the duel hurts so much Pierre doesn’t understand except he does
- *shot comes from Fedyas gun* Pierre, with his arms out ready to die stays still for a few beats before doubling checking to make sure that he has indeed survived
- HELENE LOOKS SO PISSED AT HIM.
- dust and ashes is my anthem I have never related to anything so hard. Protect Pierre. Get him medical help. I want to see him loved.
-DENEE BENTON STRIPPING-ISH ON STAGE TO JUST A CORSET AND UNDERWEAR ( I’m sure she has a Leo under it)?? MY GAY LITTLE HEART DID NOT SURVIVE.
- Helene takes the necklace Andrey put around Natasha’s neck when he left. Nat looks distressed until it is replaced by pearls and she gets distracted by the shiny.
- the ball is so painful please Anatole no more
- when Anatole and Natasha stand together In front of 9 flood lights then the door closes? I die
- the door closing makes it final and I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it
- Natasha’s costume change is great you can see how teeny Denee is
- Natasha gushing about how much she loves Anatole to the crowd makes me cry
- Pierre you gentle giant plz stop drinking
-that’s right Sonya. Roast her.
- Natasha no longer says “ he’s my master and I am his slave.” In the genius annotations of the off broadway cast Dave says that the line might change because he knows how it looks to have an African American woman sing that about a white man. He said it was up to Denee to decide what she was comfortable with, and in the show it wasn’t there. ( I’m glad Denee stopped saying something she wasn’t okay with)
-oh Sonya nothing is your fault you little gerbil please calm down and realize you aren’t responsible for Natasha
-THE PLAN FOR NATALIE ROSTOVAS ABDUCTION HAD ALL BEEN-
- balaga is such a fun song. I didn’t get egg shakers but everyone who did seemed to have a good time!
- during the abduction when Anatole says not yet and pauses, Lucas draws it out a ton. One of the people next to me tried shaking her egg to get it started up again and he just looked at us and said “ no.”
-Natasha is so excited to go with him I hate it. Also the violin is amazing as it always is in that show.
- yOU WILL NOT WNTER MYYY HOUSE S C O UN D R E L.
- Denee runs up to what looks like a sink (?) and you can see her miming taking arsenic.
-Pierres reality check kills me. He’s been telling himself he’s worthless nothing matters and he probably hasn’t gone outside in a long time, and then someone’s asking for him for his friend.
-what?? whAt? WHAT???
- Anatole sobbing in Helene’s lap is good and terrible at the same time. She strokes his hair, and it makes me die.
- DRAG HIM PIERRE. THREATEN THE BAD MAN.
- when Anatole leaves Pierre and him throw his bag around for a bit.
- Natasha very ill is so sad I cried then
-in Andrey and Pierre, Andrey is so tired. He’s holding the letters with anger, like he doesn’t want to touch them anymore. It makes me upset because only about 25 songs ago he clutched them to his heart.
- when Andrey says ’ never speak of that’ he holds Pierre up on his tip toes by his shirt. On “ again” he punches Pierre in the chest and runs down to his fathers throne. He sits there and the tension never leaves him as he grips the arms of the chair. Mary tries to fret over him, but he waves her away.
- Natasha and Pierre is the saddest song too. Natasha is so small in her room plain, baggy white nightgown and no shoes. The emotions in that song are so high. Natasha climbs up the stairs as Pierre starts the “ if I were not myself” part of the song, and hesitates with each kind thing he says.
- Pierre stops after “I” and I think he only continues because he sees that Natasha has heard him and that she tenses at the word.
- “UNABLE TO FIND THE SLEEVES.”
- the comet is a good prop I love the comet #gayiconthecomet
- the stage door was so amazing. All the actors were the sweetest. I’m super terrible at names so I apologize if I just call someone their character name.
-Paul Pinto came out and instead of saying “ I loved your performance and my friends did as well” I said “ my friends love you and told me to say hi” he looked a little hurt and said “oh, well tell your friends I said hi, I guess.” I have hurt the best man on this planet and I can never make it up
- I told the guy who plays dolokhov that he was amazing and I cried very hard and he said “ oh well that’s what we always want, isn’t it?”
- PEARL ( an ensemble member) SIGNS IN PURPLE. I ASKED HER WHY SHE SAID IT WAS BECAUSE SHE WANTED TO BE DIFFERENT SO I WOULD REMEMBER HER.
- josh came out even though he had somewhere to be. He went to the end of the line and worked his way up.
- josh has the kindest eyes, he could stab me and I would apologize for getting blood on his knife. He also has a baby face and a beanie. I love him.
There’s more, like a lot about the set so if you want to hear me infodump about comet please let me know kids
You draw all of your art on Colors 3d right? How do you make the quality so nice when u post it cause I have it to but the quality is never right.
I’m surprised I actually get this question a lot! Here’s a little photo guide I made, it took me a little while to figure out too and I’m so sorry it takes a while but I do this every time I make new art, it isn’t too bad!
First open the app and draw something:
Aah sorry I was going to make something special for this but work got in the way, I will use this rarity here! Once you’re done, hit manage painting–
> export to sd card > LARGE, the large is important because the small version is really pixelated!
If you export it with 3D on it’ll make two versions, I’ll explain it more later–
Now instead of going to camera, turn your DS all the way off and flip it over and use a tiny screwdriver or a hairpin to unscrew the two back screws:
You’ll hear a pop/click noise when they are unscrewed, the screws keep turning and don’t come out but as long as they clicked then you can stop turning and take the back off!
Push in the microSD to get it to pop out and then you’re good to stick it into a laptop/tablet with the right slot, or if your computer is old like mine then just use an SD card reader!
Then it’s pretty easy, just go to my computer > the removable disk it reads the card as > DCIM(the photo folder) > the most recent photo folder(it makes a new folder every 100 photos) > the latest photo file, that is your art!
I exported mine without 3D on so there is only one HNI0066 but HNI0065 has two copies because that was an earlier art I exported it with 3D on, the JPG is the one you want to use for posting online but the MPO file is a special 3D version of your art! It can only be viewed on 3DSes, if you want to keep viewing it in 3D on the camera app on your DS then definitely keep it but if not then you can delete the MPO version, most computers don’t recognize it anyway and I sometimes delete them when I need more space because they’re bigger than jpgs!
Click on the JPG and there it is in high quality! After you’re done just remember to take the Sd card back out, put it back in your DS and re-screw the screws, just be careful not to tighten them too much or the back plate can crack! That’s all, sorry this became kinda long but that’s how I do it! Thanks for the ask!