-The Pre-Hamilton Lin Manuel Miranda singing a song that’s far out of his range. -The Pre WWII setting of the musical. (Any other situation, I would hate this) -That orchestra though. -The singers leading him into the song and their perfect pitch. -The hum of the VHS camera. - “YOUR CUP OF POISON!” -The idea that simply putting someone in white clothing is the same as them being Jesus. -Why did they cast him as Jesus and not Judas?
I just love this video, and nothing will convince me not to. Maybe one
day I’ll release my full cover of “Agony”, from Into The Woods.
And appreciate the fact that the lone wanderer and sole survivor have something to look for and retrieve (dad and son) and yet the courier is just some asshole wandering around in the desert? It’s like
“Okay, I’ve just been kicked from the vault. My father left a trail of holotapes and the first settlement in my vision is a "Megaton”. Okay, let’s hope I can find him"
“Okay, my spouse is dead, and I think I saw the killer. I’ve exited the vault, and returned to my old home. Codsworth is still here, that’s good. Hopefully he and I can find Shaun.”
But then with Courier 6 it’s like
“ALRIGHT WHICH ONE OF YOU ROOTIN’ TOOTIN DICKHEADS SHOT ME I SWEAR TO GOD IVE SEEN THE F•R•I•E•N•D•S HOLOTAPES AND I KNOW CHANDLER’S VOICE HEY WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU OLD MAN WHAT THE HELL IS THIS TOWN IS THAT A ROBOT WHAT THE HELL IS A LEGION WHO’RE THE NCR WHAT IN CHRIST’S NAME IS HAPPENING HOLY JESUS WHY THE HELL DO I GOTTA GO TO VEGAS”
The signs as quotes from my school's Robotics club:
Aries: “We’re platonic!” “What does ‘platonic’ mean?” “I have no clue”
Taurus: “What was Jesus’ dad’s name?” “IT’S JOHN”
Gemini: “My uncle is a famous rock-climber in Arkansas, but he doesn’t live in Arkansas”
Cancer: “You don’t want to sacrifice your crackers? THEN DON’T HAVE KIDS”
Leo: “I think I have a sexually-transmitted perm”
Virgo: “I’m the only one here who’s ever been in an orgy”
Libra: “If I were to grab anyone’s vagina, it wouldn’t be yours!”
Scorpio: “He made eye contact with my boobs!”
Sagittarius: “I haven’t had a lit candle thrown at me since the 5th grade”
Capricorn: “Why did the waitress take your plate and not mine?” “CAUSE I’M WHITE”
Aquarius: “Name a food that starts with a U” “UTERUS”
Pisces: “If I were to have sex with anyone here, it’d be myself”
I like the idea of Daryl and Jesus as a couple but like not sexually. Not that I’d be opposed to that, but I see Daryl as this guy who’s been in it since day 2 and is getting old. The apocalypse is wearing him down, and like after all that torture, he is just tired. Jesus is young, healthy, humbles away from leadership, and has life ahead of him. I like the idea of him being Daryl’s hope and energy to keep going. And for Daryl to be someone Jesus gets to come home to. To hug after being apart. To kiss whenever he wants. To be the one he talks to. To share his life with.
And I hope they do it in the show, I really do. But I hope it’s subtle ya know. Like imagine them just talking. Normally about going out for a run, or about Negan. Maybe someone just calls Jesus over for a second, and parting he kisses Daryl’s forehead. Just quick and soft and Daryl doesn’t reject it or even acknowledge it. Just like it’s normal.
He Tian was beginning to feel how little he’d slept the night before.
They traded places.
He still felt uncomfortable handing his keys over, but pushed it down and took a much needed nap as they continued in their way.
He woke awhile later when Mo Guan Shan pulled over, expecting a gas station.
Instead, he found they’d pulled off the road in front of a sign informing them they were entering a new town.
‘Everything ok?’ He Tian asked, yawning.
‘When do you have to go back to work?’
‘Technically never. Why do you ask?’
‘Well, there’s this place my family and I stayed the night several years back about an hour from here.’
‘It’s not a hotel. It’s little individual cabins. They have hot tubs and everything.’
‘You and your hot tubs, jeez.’ He Tian teased.
‘We all have a weakness. Don’t you?’
‘Bossy redheads, apparently.’
‘Really?’ Mo Guan Shan asked, surprised.
Mo Guan Shan smiled, pulling back onto the empty road, telling He Tian to get some more sleep.
He Tian relaxed back into the seat, feigning sleep, listening to Mo Guan Shan softly sing along to the music for another hour or so.
They turned down a gravel road and He Tian sat up.
Slowly, a cluster of small cabins came into view and they pulled into the visitors entrance.
Before Mo Guan Shan had the chance to so much as unbuckle his seatbelt, He Tian was out of the car.
He requested the nicest cabin they had, slipping the kid that followed him to the car a few bills, asking him to bring champagne and ‘some fruit or something.
‘Honeymoon?’ The kid asked with a sly smile.
‘It’s more like a first date.’
They stopped outside the sliding doors.
‘What’s your name, kid?’
‘You got a girlfriend, Kev?’
‘I’ll tell you what. You-discretely-help me out tonight, and i’ll finance a night just like this for the two of you.’
‘You can’t be serious.’
‘Deadly. Do we have a deal?’
‘God damn right we have a deal. Just tell me what you need.’
They conversed quietly for a few moments and Kev handed him the key, directing him to their cabin and telling him he’d be around shortly.
Mo Guan Shan followed He Tian’s directions, pulling into the small driveway a minute or so later.
‘Did you tell them about Felix?’
The cat in question growled when Mo Guan Shan picked up his carrier and grabbed his things.
He Tian retrieved their bags and followed him to the door, stepping around him to unlock it.
‘Sometimes it’s fun to have a secret just because you can.’
Mo Guan Shan whistled, long and low.
‘This is a bit nicer than I remember.’
‘I put in a request.’
‘I’ll pay you back for this.’ Mo Guan Shan promised.
‘Don’t start that shit.’
‘What do you mean?’
‘Don’t start the money thing with me again.’
Mo Guan Shan shrugged, walking further into the large room with the cat carrier.
‘I think I’m going to set Felix up in the bathroom and let him calm down a bit.’
‘That’s probably a good idea.’ He Tian agreed.
He set up the litter box and food and tried to lure the cat from his carrier while He Tian wandered into the kitchen, called Jian Yi to let him know they were staying out of town another night and asking for him to feed his fish.
Jian Yi laughed softly.
‘Are you telling me you’re taking a vacation? I didn’t think that was something you were capable of doing.’
‘It looks that way.’
‘When are you coming back?’
‘So, there’s a chance you might not be coming home tomorrow?’
‘I guess we’ll see how it goes.’
‘No. I haven’t. I’m not going to. Stop it.’
‘If you say so.’
He Tian was about to hang up on him when Jian Yi yelled his name into the phone.
‘Are you having a good time?’
‘I really am.’
‘I’m glad. Zhengxi is too.’
Zhengxi protested in the background that he didn’t care at all.
He Tian laughed.
‘Alright, I’m going to go. I’ll keep you updated.’
The line disconnected.
He found Mo Guan Shan exploring the rooms.
‘Come with me.’ He Tian instructed.
Mo Guan Shan followed him up the stairs onto the large loft that served as the master bedroom with an enormous bed in the middle, and a large TV mounted on the wall across from it.
He Tian put their bags on one of the chairs and perused the bar.
Not a minibar.
An actual, well stocked, bar.
Mo Guan Shan continued into the bathroom.
‘Good news!’ He called.
He Tian joined him, smiling when he saw the individually wrapped toothbrush laid out by the sink.
The counter was covered in whatever small toiletries you could possibly need.
There was a huge bathtub, the kind with jets and built in stool type things that didn’t seem to have much of a purpose, and separate shower.
‘Hot tub?’ He Tian asked with a smile.
‘Hot tub.’ Mo Guan Shan agreed.
They made their way down the stairs and let themselves out through the backdoor.
Their view was ridiculous.
The leaves were beginning to change and they looked down over miles of colorful foliage.
The hot tub’s cover had been pulled back, the jets and lights already turned on, small tealights in frosted glass candle holders sat on any available surface flat enough to accommodate them safely.
Next to tub on a small wooden table sat a bottle of champagne, two glasses, and a covered tray.
All of these items were surrounded by rose petals.
Mo Guan Shan looked to He Tian, eyebrows raised.
He simply shrugged, fighting a smug smile and popped the cork from the bottle, pouring two glasses and turning around to hand one off.
Instead, because he was as asshole, he watched Mo Guan Shan, where he stood a few feet away with his back turned, undress and gently remove the wrap around his ribs
His bruises were getting better, slowly but surely fading from a violent purple to deep red, ringed with a sickly yellow.
He’d noticed in the car that his lip was all but healed and the cut on his cheek would have been ready to lose the stitches if he hadn’t gone swimming and taken a shower with no attempt to keep it dry.
He Tian reminded himself to check on that later that night.
Lost in his thoughts, he’d forgotten to stop shamelessly staring until Mo Guan Shan cleared his throat, looking over his shoulder.
Having nothing to say for himself, he smiled sheepishly and offered Mo Guan Shan the glass.
Dropping and stepping out of his boxers, the redhead climbing up the small set of stairs that led to the raised hot tub and lowered himself into the warm water before holding his hand out for the drink.
Mo Guan Shan sank into one of the built in seats, groaned as the initial sting faded, and the heat began to relax his muscles.
He leaned his head back, closing his eyes.
He Tian stripped quickly and joined him, settling into his own seat a few feet away.
‘Feel good?’ He asked softly.
Mo Guan Shan lifted his head, readjusting himself.
‘Absolutely amazing. I didn’t even realize how sore I was.’
‘I can give you a massage later, if you want.’ He Tian offered, after having no intention to do so at all.
‘I will never turn down a massage.’
They both took a drink, looking away and thinking about that from both perspectives.
‘This is nice, He Tian. Really, really nice.’
He Tian fought the urge to tell him it had been his idea, after all.
‘Not too cheesy?’
Mo Guan Shan laughed.
‘Just the right amount of cheesy.’
He tian smiled, leaning over the side of the tub and pulling the cover off the silver tray.
‘What is it?’ Mo Guan Shan asked, unable to see from where he sat.
‘No, it’s fruit. But that would be hilarious.’
He Tian picked up the tray, bringing it back to with him and balanced it precariously on the edge.
Mo Guan Shan drained his glass, and joined He Tian by the newly obtained food.
Strawberries, grapes, melon slices, pineapple, and a bowl of whipped cream (because if they’d brought a can they’d also have to supply condoms and that would be costly.)
Mo Guan Shan grabbed a strawberry, dipped it into the cream, and took a bite.
He placed the leafy top back onto the tray and sat back, licking the cream from his fingers.
He Tian stared at him.
He smiled, shaking his head and standing to refill their drinks.
Mo Guan Shan watched him, looking more relaxed than he had since they’d met.
Handing the second glass off, he grabbed a grape, dipping it in the cream and sitting down.
Just a few moments of indulgence never hurt anyone…right?
He extended it to Mo Guan Shan and was rewarded with a small smile.
Mo Guan Shan opened his mouth, accepting the grape and grabbing He Tian’s hand, spitting the fruit into the water and licking the sticky sweetness from his fingers.
He Tian yanked his arm back, glaring at Mo Guan Shan.
Mo Guan Shan shrugged.
‘I don’t like grapes.’
‘Why didn’t you just tell me that?!’
‘Because I do like whipped cream.’
They watched each other for a few long moments.
‘Kiss me?’ Mo Guan Shan asked.
He Tian took a deep breath, looking away.
‘You know I can’t do that.’
‘Honestly, I don’t. Are you straight? Are you seeing someone?’
‘No, I…’ he trailed off.
‘What? You what?’
‘It’s too soon.’
‘Too soon? Are you fucking saving yourself for marriage?!’
‘Mo Guan Shan, five days ago your boyfriend-’
‘Ex.’ Mo Guan Shan interjected angrily.
‘Your EX boyfriend was beating the shit out of you in an alleyway. You still have bruises.’
Mo Guan Shan raised his eyebrows.
‘Is this about the bruises? Do you think they’re gross or something? I can put a shirt on…’
He Tian almost laughed at the absurdity of the question but Mo Guan Shan looked so, so, sad.
‘It’s not the bruises, it’s not you at all…’
‘Oh, it’s not me it’s you, right?’
‘Fucking shit, no! It’s the fact that you’re not even a week out of an abusive fucking relationship. I can’t just swoop in and take-’
‘Take advantage of me? Is that what you’re going to say?’
He Tian nodded.
‘Do you think I don’t know that? I know what happened. I was fucking there. I can’t do anything about that. Are you worried like your friends are? That I’m not ready? Or are you worried that you’d be a rebound?’
He Tian’s had been ignoring the little voice telling him exactly that for several days now.
‘A little of both.’ He answered honestly.
‘He Tian, even if that was something I believe in, that wouldn’t be you. A rebound is quick and easy and something you leave on the doorstep.’
He Tian didn’t respond.
Mo Guan Shan continued.
‘You aren’t any of those things. You’ve had plenty of chances to take advantage of me, and you haven’t. I’m not asking you to fuck me, or be my boyfriend, or help me forget. I’m just asking for a kiss.’
He Tian couldn’t bring himself to make eye contact.
‘What if I say no?’ He asked, looking up at the stars.
In the city, you were lucky if you could see the moon through the light pollution.
‘If you say no, I’ll pout for a few minutes, eat all the whipped cream, and let it go.’
‘And if I say yes?’
‘If you say yes, I will sit perfectly still and behave myself while you kiss me, eat all the whipped cream, and let it go.’
‘I’m…scared.’ He Tian admitted, for the first time since he was a child that fully believed in the monster that lived under his bed.
‘I trust you, He Tian.’
Mo Guan Shan shrugged.
His gaze no longer held the defiance, anger, or insecurity.
Agonizingly slowly, He Tian leaned forward, taking Mo Guan Shan’s face in his hands.
He pressed their lips together softly, pouring everything he felt into the simple, sweet, act.
Mo Guan Shan tilted his face up, keeping his hands to himself, as promised, and kissed him back, parting his lips for He Tian’s tongue.
He Tian used every ounce of his willpower to pull back.
Greased. - Chapt.1 - Bucky & Steve x Readers - Series
A/N - So I hope this goes well and everyone enjoys it. It’s reverse Grease to a point. I will probably be completely inaccurate here, but here goes nothing.Had to include OC due to not being able to juggle to main reader POV. Avengers AU. I don’t own Grease nor the Avengers, js.
Steve x Reader Bucky x OC (Rachel)
- Imagine Grease but in reverse. It’s the 50s and two best friends are in The Widows gang, a group of not so friendly girls. They fall for the not so dumb jock and the other a class clown. This could only go wrong. 50s College AU
listen up this is why i hate this book the secret history
goddamn HENRY WINTER (what kind of name is that jesus christ) who translated like three books before he turned 18 and plotted to murder a classmate using mushrooms (MUSHROOMS) knew jack shit about the moon landings
“when did this happen?? how did they get there???” i swear to god
francis abernathy with his even fancier name sitting on a windowsill eating cherries straight out of a jar
admits he doesn’t even like them while still eating them
henry winter gardens?? what the fuck
these are the most pretentious fuckers on earth i hate them so much i love them so much i just
bunny corcoran is a pie thief someone report him to the authorities
PALAZZO. THEY ARGUED ABOUT MURDER WHILE IN A PALAZZO IN ROME
endless supply of cigarettes goddamn
do we all hate bunny?? do we all love bunny?? who fuckign knows
bunch of fucking teenagers running around in bed sheets and shit in the vermont countryside
did they actually have an orgy??? henry never answered that. i want to know
nobody tells bunny anything
nobody tells richard anything
nobody tells anybody anything
richard sitting there like a kid who walked in on his parents having sex when charles and camilla did the thing in the kitchen
did henry actually collect plants from around the murder site or did i dream that
richard: i love you. camilla: thank you. richard: i love you so much. camilla: thank you so much
Walk by the Spirit, and you will not gratify the desires of the flesh. For the flesh desires what is contrary to the Spirit, and the Spirit what is contrary to the flesh. They are in conflict with each other, so that you are not to do whatever you want. (Galatians 5:16–18) The acts of the flesh are obvious: sexual immorality, impurity and debauchery; idolatry and witchcraft; hatred, discord, jealousy, fits of rage, selfish ambition, dissensions, factions and envy; drunkenness, orgies, and the like. I warn you, as I did before, that those who live like this will not inherit the kingdom of God. But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, forbearance, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control. Dear Lord, Help me to live by Your Spirit today so that I may bear much fruit and not give in to what my flesh desires, In Jesus’ Name. Amen