#doing lots of family ensemble-y madness with this one

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i wrote literally 6,000 words of a new succession fic today and every single one of those words was an accident

#*collapses* #i was trying to think of the one thing i feel like i haven't really covered in post-s4 rg fic #and the answer that came to me was 'kendall comes back' #and boy oh boy did that absolutely light my brain on fire #doing lots of family ensemble-y madness with this one #and truly ....... so much dialogue ........... #dollsome's deep thoughts #i never thought i would ever be able to write kendall at all #but verily the spirit of jeremy strong has possessed me #i get it now jeremy strong i get what they were all making fun of you about #it's very real #i honestly think it was the influence of the kendall roy 'i am kenough' edit

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Chapter 8. Stupid decisions

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Valentina Rivera (OC)

Word count: 940

Trigger Warning: injuries, broken ankle, hospital, talk of absent father, OC character sparring with Steve

Disclaimer: I don’t own any Marvel characters, only the Original characters are mine.

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1 year later since the Snap

What started as a fight lesson for the Rivera siblings ended up being a whole activity involving the majority of the women of the Rivera extended family, and of course, Miguel Rivera.

Rogers and Romanoff were impressed the first time they tested the siblings.

"Mom taught me so I could do the same with my sister” he explained “also, most of my uncles and aunts were in the army, so they taught us things too”

“Yeah, that is true. And my grandma taught us how to ensemble a rifle in less than a minute, she was a total badass back in her day” Val smiled with nostalgia “I miss that vieja loca”

Most of the cousins were resting or stretching, it has been a busy day, a year was enough for them to be good at fighting, but most of the ladies were really fast learners. Miguel had some intensity when he started to do something, he started to train every day until he hurt himself, making Valentina the rational one that time and make him train at least two days a week and rest the other days.

“She’s getting better, and… stronger? Did Steve stumble?” Miguel and Nat make a pause to watch the action in the other end of the training room

“That is a nice move, oh, the punch” the spectators hissed when her fist ended in Steve's shield and Natasha winced thinking of the amount of pain in Valentinas hand.

There was a tense silence while they were witnesses of the most ambitious fight that Val has ever done, on the other hand, their cousin Diana takes out the first aid kit bandages and her cousin Michelle runs to the kitchen for ice.

“Sweet yisus , se va a matar, voy a tener que recogerla en pedazos” Miguel was feeling anxious, and his emotion was getting stronger when he witnessed how his sister deflected in the air Steve’s shield with a leg kick.

The sound of the shield getting stuck in the wall was enough to make everyone stop everything, and they started to contain their breath, not knowing what could happen now.

Punches, leg kicks, deflecting the other attacks, both repeat the dance all over again, until Valentina can use her fox quickness to slip away, kick Steve in his back and later in his face with her knee.

“Lo hizo sangrar!” exclaimed Diana, covering her face un surprise

“Please please please, tell me this is it” Valentina supplicates, not moving from her defense pose “I can’t move, I think I broke my leg and something else that I didn’t know I have”

Miguel looks up to the ceiling, catching a glimpse of what it looked like a security camera.

“Cameras are still working?”

“I think so…” answered Natasha. The older sibling only nods and runs to assist his sister. 

Steve's nose was bleeding, meaning that was a really well made kick or was strong enough, he cleans himself a little with the back of his hand, being a super soldier means healing faster, a bloody nose was just a little inconvenience.

“Helen!” Diana voice was strong, that was her boss voice “Llamale a tía Gloria y pregunta si está en el hospital. Y dile a Michelle que llame a tio Fer, que perdió la apuesta y que nos tiene que pagar”

“Seriously? I have a potential broken leg y ustedes huevones apostando para cuando pasaba esto?!” Val use Steve and Miguel as help for walk up to her backpack “I’m starting to hate all of you”

Steve drove them to the hospital, aunt Gloria was doing her shift, that helped them a lot. 

Both men patiently drink a cup of coffee in the waiting room while Valentina was being checked by a doctor, the poor older sibling was feeling his muscles loose and the nervous tremors starting to stop.

“Something is bothering her, she only does stupid things when she is mad”

“So, she is always mad?”

“Kind of…” Miguel held his head low, the floor was pretty interesting to see when he spoke about ‘the subject’ “Thing is… My dad left us in April like seventeen years ago… And is just a few days left for April to start, which means that she is going to be fucking mad the first fifteen days of the month, she just blames herself”

“Why? It was someone else decision, not hers”

“Dad never loved her back, we even think that he never loved mom either. He is… or was… that kind of person that likes shiny things, he saw a shiny beautiful girl with emotional needs and just used that for his advantage, then he left with his second wife in Portugal, a 23 year old skinny beautiful girl, she was like a model… the last thing i knew was that he married his fifth wife, another young lady to mentally abuse. Mom died believing she wasn’t enough for him, and Val grew up believing she wasn’t perfect enough for having a father”

Both stayed in silence, there weren't enough words for them to describe their feelings. 

Aunt Gloria arrived a few hours later, it wasn’t her job to tell them the news, but she was doing it anyway.

“The hand is fine, just needs rest and if possible no movement for at least two weeks. But she had a broken ankle for not using the proper protection gear for whatever the hell she was doing.” Miguel groans, throwing his head back “And honestly, coming from Valentina it has been a miracle that she spent an entire year with no accidents. Oh, and she needs surgery”

“Fuck…”

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Motivator

Based on this request: “Y/n is from amity people were shocked she choose dauntless she quiet but lot anger in her. no one knew that she have it until eric coulter (love) and four (like a brother) saw right though it decide help her”

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It’s the last day before your Choosing Ceremony. You only have a few precious hours left in Amity before you go to Abnegation with the rest of the teenagers in your faction, those like you who have come of age and get to decide where they’ll be for the rest of their lives. You know that most of your friends will simply stay in Amity; a smaller share will switch to Abnegation or maybe even Candor, but most will be here. You, however, will be transferring away to Dauntless.

No one knows this, or at least not yet. Your family will find out with the rest of the city when you cut open your hand to choose, once and for all. Maybe you’ll succeed over there, maybe you won’t. The one person who would be able to settle your nerves is gone. That’s why you’re going away, after all, because you can’t take it here, not with all the memories of what you used to have.

You had a brother, once. He lived and worked and laughed here in Amity with you. Or, he did, before he was killed. No one likes to talk about it here. It would ruin the happy, trusting environment of your daffodil-yellow faction if you suggested that there were murderers in your midst, so your brother’s killing was covered up like a bad seed underneath the unforgiving earth. No one other than you remembers. You’re not even sure that your parents fully realized what happened to their son- it’s fairly easy to blame it on the dead. Surely he did something to mess up, an easy mistake that would allow everyone else to shake their heads and move on with their day. They would never do that, so they’re safe.

You are not. You know what happened. You can’t stay another year in this giddy faction, with liars peeking out at you from every ensemble. At least in Dauntless, if someone tries to kill you like they did your brother, you’ll be able to hurt them back. An eye for an eye. This is victory, this is vengeance, and because of it you will cut off your last ties to your heartsick family and go away once and for all. Maybe your brother would be proud of you after all, but you don’t know. His grave does not speak as easily as you.

Eric Coulter is tired. It’s another day, another Choosing Ceremony. The other Dauntless leaders aren’t making him show up to Abnegation to see the selections through, thank everything in this city. You can only see the seemingly same handful of people cut open their hands over and over again before it makes you want to go mad. Eric’s only seen a few Choosing Ceremonies other than his own, but already, he’s more than fine with staying behind in his own faction.

Besides, it’s not like he’ll have enough time dealing with the various initiates once they show up. He’ll be leading initiation again, same as Four. That’s why he’s standing on the edge of the roof, staring out over the horizon. Black cloth covers up most of his tattoos, the same black cloth that cloaks the few other Dauntless leaders who’ve chosen to show up and see the first crop of trainees they’ll get for the year.

Right on clockwork, the train rattles up across Eric’s line of view. As he watches, the first few Dauntless jump out, followed by a motley group of trainees. They all seem shocked at the prospect of having to leap from the moving train; it’s almost funny. Eric doesn’t even think about it anymore- throwing himself from heights and buildings and various modes of transportation is just another facet of Dauntless. Why spare it your fear? He has no time for that.

Eventually, all of the new initiates are off of the train, some grimacing at others after the apparent horrors of having to jump a few feet onto a nearby roof. Eric surveys the latest arrivals with a critical eye, noting the usual black and white and blue uniforms. Strangely enough, he thinks he sees the bright spark of a yellow shirt amongst the darker shades. Sure enough- there’s a girl in the middle of the pack, one in the typical fluorescent shades of Amity. 

The crowd around her parts a little, almost unconsciously, as if they can’t stand to be within a foot of her lest her happy-go-lucky aura rub off on them. If she’s from Amity, though, Eric thinks that the crowd doesn’t have to worry about that. This girl acts like no Amity he’s ever met- it’s as if some deep anger lurks beneath her mind. When she glances up at him, Eric’s almost surprised by the strength of her glare.

However, Eric isn’t here to question the home factions of the various new initiates. Instead, he claps his hands together, attracting the attention of the trainees and directing their focus to the seemingly perilous drop behind him. 

“My name is Eric, I’ll be leading training for you. If you want to get into Dauntless, this is the way in.” 

He can hear a vague murmur of unrest bubble up immediately after his words. He almost relishes the fear in their eyes. It’s funny to see what the other factions think Dauntless will be like, and how nervous they are to be proven right.

This time, Eric is the one to be surprised. Within seconds of this pronouncement, the girl from Amity pushes her way through the crowd. 

“I’ll go.” 

Eric nods, making sure to keep his face emotionless and cold. “Jump.” 

The girl steps up onto the railing of the roof, apparently unconcerned with the height, and her feet leave the ground beneath her. Eric gets one last glimpse of her face as she jumps, and he’s almost afraid for her.

There is no fear in her face, none at all. That anger is back, but twisted somehow this time, as if she’s almost reveling in the chance to risk her own life. The way she jumps from the roof, too, is strange- it’s less the usual carefully controlled leap than a reckless movement, as if she’s throwing herself to the ground instead of merely participating in the plunge. Eric decides immediately that she amazes him.

You’re in Dauntless now. There’s not much else to be said than that- you’re here. That’s all that matters. To be honest, you’re not entirely sure what to do now. Your entire plan for getting out of Amity and away from your brother’s killers basically entailed just that- getting away. You didn’t know what to do with yourself when you were there, so you focused only on getting out.

As it turns out, life in Dauntless is hard. Really hard. You don’t mind the physical challenges, and you actually have a lot of fun trying to take down all of the other initiates in the fighting rings, but it’s as if you’re missing some step in between doing well and being the best. You’re above the red line, but barely, and you’re worried that one false step might send you away to be factionless, your dream over before it even begins.

That being said, you do seem to have a particularly good ability to throw knives. You’ve learned to treasure those parts of the training process, because you get to stand out amongst the rest. You’re throwing knives with the rest, hitting the center time and time again. You can feel some of the other initiates glaring at your back, as doing well could mean that you’ll take their place in the rankings, but that’s all they can do- hate you, wish they were you. This is your strong suit.

Across the room, you can see two faces with the opposite reaction- Eric Coulter and Four, both looking on in silent approval. Four has been kind to you ever since you jumped from the roof- he’s almost like a brother. To be honest, he reminds you a little too much of your brother, which makes it sometimes hard to see him and remember who you lost. However, he’s been here for you when you needed help, and seems willing to get you to a higher ranking even if it kills him.

Eric, on the other hand, well, you don’t entirely know how to feel about him. Four being a friend of yours makes sense- of the two training leaders, he definitely has a reputation for being more merciful than Eric. Stony-faced Eric, the one who would have an initiate hang off of a balcony over the Pit until they nearly fell, would not be caught dead speaking to initiates after hours or checking in on them or generally being anything more than brutal. Yet that’s how he is to you. It’s almost as if he has a secret soft side just where you’re concerned.

Eric calls for the initiates to come retrieve their knives from the target boards, and you start moving without thinking. You’ve already thrown the last of your knives, all of which landed in very respectable positions on the targets, so you walk confidently across the room, intending on retrieving your blades and putting on a good show once more.

Maybe the other trainees assume that you’re distracted, too flush with victory over a good round that you wouldn’t be paying attention to the room around you. That could be why they decide to target you now, why you suddenly get the sensation that the air currents are picking up speed around you. You barely have time to look up before you’re staring at the knife in your hand, the one you caught midair before it connected with the back of your skull. You don’t know how you managed it, but you were able to turn around and catch the knife before it killed you.

You look from the blade enclosed in your fingers to the initiate across the room, the one looking at you with an awestruck expression. When you speak, your voice is quiet, although it seems to ricochet across the room. 

“Don’t ever try something like that again.” 

The initiate gulps, looking between you and an approaching Eric with fear in his eyes. The strangest thing is that he almost seems more terrified when he looks at you rather than the absolutely irate training instructor descending on him.

Eric can’t tell whether he wants to lose his mind or start grinning like a madman. He’s leaning towards the first option, because there’s no way in hell that he’s letting some lowlife initiate get away with trying to take down someone who’s quickly become his favorite person in the entire faction. Had Y/N not reacted in the way that she did- No, Eric doesn’t want to think about that, not at all.

However, he doesn’t have to think about worse possibilities, because Y/N just caught the knife meant to kill her. This, in a way, is what he’s been hoping to see for days, ever since Y/N arrived at Dauntless and took him by storm. That anger was back in her eyes as she held the blade in her hands, and Eric’s pretty sure that the offending initiate is almost willing to stab himself with it rather than face her wrath any longer. It’s kind of funny.

Eric can’t explain it, but something about Y/N L/N seems to put him in a trance. She hits these moments, sometimes, in the training ring or times like just now, when she seems swayed by this powerful rage. To be honest, it’s kind of hot, but he’s not willing to admit that to himself right now. He knows that Y/N could probably topple the entire ranking system if she wanted to, but for some reason, she keeps holding herself back.

This is what Eric says to Y/N after class, once he’s dealt with the initiate for even attempting to take Eric’s best girl down. She looks at him for a second, surprised, then breaks out into an incredulous grin. 

“Well, I’m glad you have this much faith in me, but why? What makes you think that I could rise so far in the rankings?” 

Eric spreads his hands. “You just caught a knife midair when it was thrown from behind you. With reflexes like that, you could win easily.”

Y/N raises an eyebrow. “Then why are you telling me this? I thought you didn’t like to get involved with the affairs of the other initiates.” 

This throws Eric for a loop. How is he supposed to explain himself? Eventually, he finds a halfway decent way to speak the words. 

“Because you’re the only good thing about this place. Because every year spent leading initiation is the exact same, and I want to see something new. I want to see what you can do.”

Y/N nods. “You think that if I use my anger or something, I’ll be able to focus and beat everybody?” 

Eric shrugs. “I think so. It’s a good motivator, regardless. If you don’t mind my asking, why do you have it? What happened to make you feel like that?” 

Instantly, Y/N’s expression closes. It’s clearly a painful subject. However, after a moment she seems willing to say the hated words aloud.

“My brother died back in Amity. No one was willing to talk about it. They tried to act like it never happened, but I knew.” 

She doesn’t have to say anything more for Eric to understand. To be honest, he’s a little surprised that she would trust him with something like this, and it only makes his feelings for her grow. 

“Then use that anger. Make every fight about him. That’s why you joined, isn’t it? Use your anger, and win. For you and for him.”

Y/N grins at him. “Good advice, Coulter. I’ll keep that in mind.” 

Eric grumbles, although his heart isn’t in it. “I’d hope so. I don’t advise initiates that often.” 

Y/N’s smile broadens. “Then I’d better make sure I win to do you right.” 

Eric isn’t used to wanting to don a heartsick smile because of an initiate. This might be the first time.

As it turns out, Eric is right. His strategy is good- and his daily private training sessions help a lot. You end up meeting with him after daily initiation practice is over to go over punches and kicks and everything you could use to win your fights. He never seems to get tired of spending time with you, which is good, because the more hours you spend by his side, the less you want to leave it.

Eventually, you only have one fight left before stage one of initiation is over. You can see Eric watching from across the room, and grit your teeth in determination. It’s time to win this thing. Your opponent is good, expecting to be better than you, but you’ve been practicing a long time for this. Remember who it’s for- not just your brother anymore, but you and Eric, and what you’ve been training for all along.

When you stand up at the end, knuckles marred with the deep scarlet of a blood that is not your own, you realize that you won. Eric, across the room, is doing his best to hide a grin. You nod to Four, who’s looking on proudly, and start to leave the training room. You barely get a few steps out of the door before Eric is following you out, pulling you into a nearby empty room. His lips are on yours before you know it, and you can’t hold back a quiet laugh. Eric smiles back at you. 

“That’s my girl. I knew you could do it.” 

And he was right, wasn’t he?

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My honest honest opinion on second citadel season 3

Uhhhh... short answer? I didn’t like it much.

Okay wait before I go on to my long answer I need to say that this is all just my opinion and it’s all subjective. If you liked sc season 3 that’s awesome! I get why you do and I’m glad you enjoyed it!

But I really wasn’t a fan of where they went with it (even from episode 1), and I’m gonna go on a long rambly and repetitive rant about it.

I’m not gonna talk about the way the season ended and the setup for s4 because I haven’t fully formed my opinion about that - to form my opinion means to relisten to the season and i don’t really feel like doing that.

Anyways, these are my unfiltered 2am thoughts about the Rest Of It - maybe I’ll neaten it up later to make it more palatable but for now it’s wordy n messy and you can just. Not read it bc it’ll probably make you mad, or feel free to pick it apart and tell me I’m wrong, or unfollow me (and at least one person has already done so lmao) but like that won’t change the fact that I just wasn’t feeling s3 so uh. That said.

Long answer? I love the second citadel... at least the first two seasons

I love the world building, how the setting is such a unique, deliberate step away from eurocentric fantasy, how refreshing all that is! The Second Citadel (the place) is rich with culture and history from the brief glimpses we get of it (mostly in knight of the crown). Not to mention the monster society, with its own rules (or lack thereof) and environments and personalities.

I love the storytelling, how different mediums are woven into the way each episode is formatted. Rilla has her tape recorder, Damien his prayers, Caroline her letters, and each medium is so well suited to each character, and it truly lets us get a glimpse of what’s going on in their minds, and I find it utterly fascinating how a protagonist of one story could just as easily become an antagonist (or at least, an annoyance) in another

And the characters! Each one so compelling, with their own goals and motivations, their own intriguing backstories and potential.

Most importantly, the way these characters play off of each other is what makes second citadel amazing. Getting to see people with similar experiences but different world views clash (Caroline and Mira), people with fundamentally different beliefs reconcile and meet in the middle (rilla and arum), just, Kabert created so many interesting characters, and watching them bounce off one another is a joy.

And that’s what made season 2 so great for me. The exploration of each character, getting to see their good sides and bad, through either a medium tailored for them, or through interactions with others, as they explored a fascinating world.

The end of season 2 left me so satisfied, but still with so many questions and excitement about what was to come. I wanted to see Talfryn come into his own and step out of his brothers shadow. I wanted to see Damien, Arum and Rilla navigating their new relationship. I wanted to know more of the fate of Rilla’s parents, Damien’s past, the consequences Arum would surely face after defying the monster court. I wanted Marc to finally be recognized by his fellow knights, to watch as Caroline lead the journeymen knights, while learning to trust in others as she was beginning to do. I wanted Angelo continuing to unlearn the implicit biases that had been instilled in him as a result of his upbringing, or more details on Caroline and Quanyii’s relationship. I was also curious!! How would human and monster relations change after the events of the finale? And would we learn more of the past, when humans and monsters lived together in peace?

I was buzzing with excitement for season 3, and then.. it came, it aired, and then it went.

And I felt... meh?

Don’t get me wrong. There were moments that I liked. Some of what I hoped to see did happen (see the above paragraph lmao), getting a glimpse of the western wastes with its own culture a joy. The dynamics between Olala and some of the characters were really fun! And the direction the story took at the end was one I didn’t expect, but left me open to more.

That said,,, everything else about the season just. Didnt gel with me.

Everything I loved about second citadel pretty much wasn’t there??? Aside from Caroline, Angelo and Quanyii, all the characters they spent so much time introducing to us and fleshing out over 2 seasons were just relegated to the side??

I think my main problem with season 3 was that it felt like a completely different show. Characters introduced as part of an ensemble became side characters in (what was supposed to be) their own stories. Character arcs that got set up were dropped, and mysteries/backstories teased were forgotten. Heck, the monster court and senate wasn’t even brought up! The aftermath of the fear bugs attack ont the citadel went unexplored! It’s like nothing in the past season even happened!

And I’m sorry I gotta say this, but the problem is Olala.

I mean. Okay I don’t wanna be super mean- she’s perfectly fine as a character. We root for her, we cry when she cries, and we cheer when she wins the day.

But since all the episodes were centered around her, we didn’t get to see anyone else’s inner worlds. And like okay, yes, they did it for this season of Juno Steel too, where Juno, the previous POV a character for 2 seasons, became a part of an ensemble, and was a side character for many episodes. But this choice worked for Juno and not Second Citadel, because it was a natural progression for his story! We spent 2 seasons exploring Juno’s character, his backstory, his motivations, we saw him come to terms with his family history, grow and change as a person, and by the time he joined the Carte Blanche, we’d gotten to a point with Junos story where we’re okay to step away for a while, and see events through the lens of others.

But that just?? Doesn’t work in second citadel? Because unlike Juno, the characters introduced in s1-2 are virtually unexplored! There’s still so much about their stories we don’t know, and so many ways for them to progress.

But we didn’t get any of that! Stuff established in s1-2 barely got payoff in this season. Characters stagnated, and when previously it was amazing to watch them interact with each other? Having each episode throw different combinations of characters together and seeing how they clashed and came together? Yeah we didn’t get that, it was all the same characters bouncing off of Olala, which is fine at first, but honestly? After the first couple episodes, it got stale.

And remember how before, we would get to see the characters tell their story through a medium suited for them? Well I noticed that the format of this season was a lot moreee audio drama-y (basically a TV show but with no visuals) and while there’s nothing wrong with that, one of SC’s strengths was in using the medium in unique ways, presenting the episodes in unique formats depending on the POV character. And with the exception of a few moments, the season really lacked that!

I know there were episodes in s1-2, like caves of discord and the Janus beast which didnt follow that format, but I think it’s a fan consensus that the episodes that do (moonlit hermit, KOTC lots, lady of the lake) are favourites, because they fully embraced the advantages and limitations those framing devices offered, and were truly perfect for character exploration.

It’s like. Idk. Imagine wolf 359 s3 where the si5 were introduced, and there was like 1-2 episodes of them interacting with the rest of our cast, but then after that the rest of the season just completely focuses on Eiffel and the new characters, and everyone else just disappears n twiddles their thumbs and doesn’t even do anything during the finale. That’s what happened this season, and that’s the kinda weird vibe I’m talking about.

Since I’m already rambling, I might as well just say some more stuff. I was disappointed with the music this season. I can tell Ryan Vibert was trying to figure a way to make SC sound different from Juno, and he was getting there in s1-2! The pieces that stand out now are the soft, acoustic guitar pieces, like Rillas song, or the lone melody line of the guitar in the SC theme. I thought he was getting it with s3e1, when Marc fought the dinosaur while traditional Japanese instruments were playing!! But then for the rest of the season, it was just samey echoey ambient electric guitar, like how it is for Juno. There could’ve been so much potential to give this world its own musical identity, but in the end, that attempt was dropped (at least that’s how it come off to me), just like so many other elements introduced in s1-2!

I’ve gotten this far in my rant, and I haven’t even talked about the story. And the story is. Hmmmmm

Like. It’s completely serviceable? Kabert are good at what they do so the story is a okay I guess? But to be completely honest, the characters and story were so tied together in previous seasons, so much so that in this season, even though the plot was just fine, it stayed just that. Fine. it always felt like there was something missing because the characters were the story, and to have just. So many holes in that department meant that the story itself was fundamentally empty.

Anyways uh. All of this is to say that this all boils down to character. I had my nits to pick with other elements but the fact that Rilla, Arum, Damien, Marc and Talfryn got completely sidelined (Tal most of all) when so much of the previous seasons were spent setting them up- in favour of a completely new storyline featuring new characters and settings when there was still so! Much! Left! Unfinished! From unfulfilled arcs to dynamics left untapped, and creative potential lost, the essence of the show was watered down and it left me with the intense feeling of

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Idk. Season 3 felt like a completely different show. I liked s1, I loved a2, but s3 just. isnt second citadel for me. I’ll probably still listen to the next season out of loyalty, but I don’t think I’ll ever feel as passionately about the shows future as I do it’s precious seasons, especially if they continue this way.

Sorry.

#wow thanks for reading all that if you made to to the bottom #I’ve been sitting on these thoughts for a while but I couldn’t sleep last night bc Thoughts so here #I feel like I’m swinging a bat at a hornets nest even though I’m not putting this in the fandom tags ah well #and uhh I guess it’s okay to reblog this?? #my posts

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This Christmas pt5

John Wick x Reader (A/n- short but final chapter)

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Staring forward blankly as she picked the tips off lettuce for a salad; her actions merely from muscle memory as she went over everything that had gone down with John the day before; the way she’d fooled herself a couple too many times into thinking he’d kiss her, how she’d ended up accepting his gift just because she didn’t want to get into a fight. Y/n could see that he was trying; trying to be different, to be more personable, but still, she was selfish enough to want more. She wanted John to want her. 

“Everything okay dear?” Her mother interrupted her thoughts, causing Y/n to jump, dropping the rumpled lettuce into a rounded ceramic bowl as she turned to face the older woman, faking a smile in the process.

“Yeah,” Y/n smiled a bit wider, her cheeks pulling stiffly at the expression, “I’m fine, why?” 

Her mother shrugged, frowning, “You've just been really quiet since you got here. Did something happen at work?”  

Thinking back on how awkward and close she and John had grown, Y/n simply shook her head dismissively, “No,” warding off the bombarding thoughts of her boss, Y/n sniffled softly, hoping her mother wouldn’t hear it, “Nothing like that, everything’s fine mom.”

For a minute more, Y/n’s mother eyed her suspiciously, about to probe deeper when, from the hallway, through an arched entryway, came her father, poking his head, “Y/n?” She raised her head in question, “There’s someone outside, asking about you.”

Gnawing on her lower lip, Y/n reluctantly abandoning her task and wiggling out of her mother’s embrace. Slowly, she dragged herself to the front door, brushing her palms over the thighs of her jeans and then combing through any tangles in her tresses with delicate fingers. The cold, winter draft had freely entered through the open front door, though, even as she grew nearer Y/n couldn’t see any signs of a visitor. But, still curious, she went over the door anyway, tugging on the sleeves of her sweater so it would cover her hands.

“John?” She gasped upon seeing him standing nearer to the porch steps, back to the house and hands casually in the pockets of his thick, long, woolen coat. He turned at the sound of his name, seeming surprised despite having been the one to show up unannounced. “What are you doing here?” Knitting her brows, Y/n folded her arms, suppressing a shiver.

Seeing her, after everything that had gone down in London; all the flustered, intimate moments, their almost kisses and the way she’d looked at him before she left homebound, it was almost surreal. It was like John was seeing her in an entirely new light; she wasn’t as unattainable as he’d made her out to be, there was still a chance for them, if only he could find to tell her how he felt. 

That was why he’d taken the chance and flown out to her hometown, knowing he was risking his heart but also knowing that she was worth it. Anyone who could care enough to look past his hardened exterior and stay long enough to put up with how closed off he could be, was worth it. 

“I needed to see you,” he began after a deep breath, keeping his hands warm in his coat as he toed closer, “I…..there’s so much I haven’t told you Y/n, so much I’ve been keeping to myself because I was scared you wouldn’t feel the same. 

Licking her lips, she glanced away from John, fixing her eyes on the snow freckled hedges, and John could feel the nerves bundle up in his stomach. Of course she was mad, it wasn’t like they’d exactly smoothened things out before she left. 

“Yeah?” She scoffed in disbelief. Part of her, most of her, wanted to believe him, but the rest was frightened that as soon as she reciprocated, he’d just recoil into himself again, leaving her to deal with muddled emotions,  “I don’t know what you want me to say to that,” she finally offered.

“I don’t want you to say anything,” by then, John was standing before her, his eyes pleading with her to just give him one more shot. He could make things right, he knew it, she just had to listen and give him the chance to say everything that he’d been keeping from her. And it was so much.

Out of her periphery, Y/n could see that he had added the scarf she’d given him to his ensemble. The sight of it thawed her anger, just enough to make her look at him as his next words came, “I just want you to give me a chance; I just want you to listen,” John shook his shoulders, his eyes brimmed with hope.  

“You….” Trailing off, he took a deep breath and Y/n sighed deeply, wrapping her arms around herself to break the chill, “I’m sorry about the way I acted in London,” he declared, taking a deep breath as he sorted his thoughts, “And-and I just….well, I don’t really know what I’m doing,” John confessed with a short, dry chuckle. “But I do know that I’ve never felt this way, and when I realized that I did, all I could see was the way you were with Robert, I was jealous.” 

The admission had her head snapping up and Y/n sucked in a surprised breath. Jealous? John? She’d never think to put those two together. “So, I pushed you away. But you have to believe me when I say I never meant for it to go like that. Y/n,” her name was a husky whisper off John’s lips, whipping with the gentle breeze that blew the white flakes sideways, “But then you told me you cared about me, and I’ve never had someone to care the way you do, I couldn’t lose you. So I decided that I had to protect what we already had, instead of trying to turn it into something more, something that you might not want from me. And then there was the whole Robert situation-”

“You know,” she cut off his aimless rambling, finally allowing a smile to break through as she seemed to get where he was going faster than he could. As it turned out, John Wick, the textbook definition of the strong silent type, really knew how to talk circles around himself. “For a man of very few words, you really know how to talk a lot without saying anything at all.”

Chortling nervously, John tried to steady himself. “Right,” he gave his best go at a smile, only managing an expression that was vaguely reminiscent, “What I’m trying to say, what I want to say, is that I think I’m in love with you and the thought of losing you scares me half to death.”

Tilting her head to the side, Y/n nibbled on the corner of her lip, hiding her giddy grin, “That’s all a little heavy, if you ask me. I mean, you haven’t even asked me out yet.”

Panicked, John’s eyes went wide, thinking he’d just made a fool of himself, “What?”

Barely a handful of seconds had passed before Y/n was shaking her head, giggling softly, “I’m just kidding. Cause honestly? I think I’m in love with you too.”

“Really?” The tension in his shoulders left almost instantaneously and a breath sigh of relief parted his lips. Slipping his hands out of his pockets, John let them guide Y/n closer, pulling her in at the waist, “I’m gonna kiss you,” he announced softly, “For real this time.

“You’d better,” she giggled, only for her soft, gleeful noises to be cut off by John’s lips on hers. It was slower than she’d imagined it to be. He wasn’t rough, or so passionate that the meaning was lost. Instead, his lips simply guided hers in sweet tangle, their shared warm breaths providing welcome heat and the taste lingering on his tongue sending sparks down to Y/n’s toes. “What happened to the no fraternization policy?” She teased when they broke, her palms still steady on his shoulders, while John’s arms had snaked around her, keeping Y/n tucked against his broad chest.

Huffing, John flashed her a bright, cheeky grin and it warmed her heart to know that she was perhaps the first, if not only, person privy to such a gorgeous sight. “I think the boss will be okay with it,” he returned lightly.

“Good, cause I want you to come in and have dinner with us,” Y/n pecked his lips again, “I know it’s soon. Like really soon, and maybe we’ve got this all mixed up, but I don’t really care.”

Closing his eyes, John pressed his forehead to hers, reveling in their closeness and the euphoria that had accompanied finally having things fall into place for them. It didn’t matter what came next; John would, for the very first time, spend Christmas with someone that he loved and that loved him back, and Y/n would finally have the man she’d only ever thought would be a school girl crush right in her arms. “I don’t care either,” he hummed, “I’d love to  have dinner with your family.”

“Good,” inch by inch, not yet ready to leave their little bubble on the porch, Y/n let her arms  wind around John’s neck, trying to get closer, which arguably wasn’t possible. “Merry Christmas, John,” she smiled, laying her warm lips on his.

“Merry Christmas Y/n,” John returned happily, between long, languid kisses, the heat brought on by each other’s embrace far more cozy than any they would find in front of a fire. 

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Press: How ‘WandaVision’s Elizabeth Olsen Brought Her MCU Role To The Small Screen: “It Was Like A Dream”

DEADLINE: When Elizabeth Olsen was first pitched the idea of taking her character Wanda Maximoff into the suburbs with her late android husband Vision, played by Paul Bettany, she wasn’t quite sure how to wrap her head around it, let alone understand the couple’s inexplicable reunion. The president of Marvel Studios, Kevin Feige, and creator Jac Schaeffer had told her their plans for WandaVision to kick off the MCU on the new Disney+ platform. They also explained the concept that each episode would be set against classic sitcom tropes from the ’50s to modern-day.

“I was really worried about launching a show like that,” admits Olsen. “The idea that Kevin had about trying to tell this story in a Twilight Zone-y way through sitcom is so twisted and bizarre to me that I could only be excited to see what they would come up with. Another issue was to bring these superhero characters that audiences are used to seeing on big screens onto a small television.”

“If you’re in a choir,” explains Olsen, “you’re adding a tone to the group. So, in the [Avengers] films, I always felt like I was adding a sincerity tone while everyone was being sarcastic. Wanda has a lot of heart and a lot of pain, but with this, all of that went out the window. The core of this woman is really her lack of having really understood her own grief and trauma, and she’s trying to move forward in the world. Then there’s this strong desire and need for creating a family nucleus allows for her to not be alone in the world. And then everything else, the sitcoms, even her knowledge of what’s happening is just circumstance.”

The big themes hidden within WandaVision’s deliberately forced sugary facade made it a hit among critics, too. Think pieces and fanatical breakdowns of each episode brought a level of kudos never before seen for a Marvel character. So much so, that when the Emmy nominations were announced, WandaVision scored 23 of them, including Lead Actor nods for Olsen and her onscreen partner Paul Bettany. It is the 3rd most-nominated show this year.

“Yeah, it’s odd,” muses Olsen. “After seven years of playing the same character, who would have predicted it? I got comfortable being in an ensemble, and I really liked trying to figure out what my point of view was to the story as a whole. But with this show, we just thought, ‘This is the weirdest thing we’re ever going to be able to participate in, so let’s just swing for the fences and either it will crash and burn or people will like it.’ We just had fun.”

Spearheading the fun was director Matt Shakman who brought his years of collaborating as the artistic director for the Geffen Playhouse onto the set; bringing a cohesive theater troupe feel to the cast.

“I’ve had some pretty great leaders on my films,” recalls Olsen, “but Matt is one of the greatest leaders I have ever had on a job. He had us come in for two weeks to do rehearsals and to all get the same visual vocabulary for every single episode. Everyone came out to Atlanta, even for a couple of nights, or even if they weren’t working until six months later. We literally felt like an acting troupe.”

“A lot of us, Teyonah (Parris), Katheryn (Hahn), Paul, were all trained from different acting conservatories,” says Olsen. “We are all students of acting. I mean it was so dorky, we would do vocal exercises in hair and makeup, trying to find this world together. I would look to everyone around me to figure out, ‘OK, are we really doing this cheese? Is this really what we’re doing?’ But we were all doing the same amount of cheese, and as an ensemble we were supporting and holding each other up. That’s why it felt like such a fun show to work on, because you really felt that camaraderie and necessity of all your scene partners, so it worked.”

Which made the different eras of comedy sitcoms, with its specific sets of rhythm, less of a challenge and more of a celebratory collaborative effort to work through.

“I mean it was like a dream,” smiles Olsen. “It already feels like such a gift as an actor to get to play a genre or tone or period piece or have a playful exploration of your voice. All those things are already just so much fun and then to constantly have to change and alter it, yet keep the same core of these characters. It was a joy.”

“I’m really grateful for this show,” continues Olsen, “I got to have a lot of fun showcasing in a way of being a ham. I haven’t gotten to do that in a lot of my work. You learn in life to become quiet and reserved and polite, and it’s really fun to have that opportunity to access the skills that you’ve learned throughout the years. It awoke my body up to what I love about work and I’m feeling residual effects in a positive way preparing for my next job.”

After traveling through multiple fictional settings, Olsen’s next job took her to the U.K. to continue playing the Avengers’ Scarlet Witch in the upcoming film Dr. Strange and the Multiverse of Madness. Leaving behind her tight group of theater comrades and stepping back onto the big screen after two years of playing Wanda Maximoff, something felt different.

“It was great to stay in the same mindset,” says Olsen. “It was also frustrating because [WandaVision] hadn’t come out yet. I had just spent a year breaking down what family meant for Wanda. How our entire show is about family sitcoms, because it gave comfort though so many different time periods. And I knew that Dr. Strange was going to be different for this character, even though I was going into a film with a bunch of new people, to have this new huge group experience, I was completely alone again.”

Now back in the U.S., Olsen can finally give Wanda a break and take on characters outside the MCU, possibly even returning to the independent film scene where she got her break as an actress a decade ago.

“This has been a great gift from Marvel,” she says. “The longer you work for [them], the more included you are in every step of the process. And I really do appreciate that. I’m also grateful from a financial standpoint, because I’m now able to make decisions and take on opportunities not based on the potential of its commercial success.”

Now it seems that seven years later, playing Wanda has come to a perfect rewarding ending for Olsen. That is, unless the MCU needs her back for another round.

Press: How ‘WandaVision’s Elizabeth Olsen Brought Her MCU Role To The Small Screen: “It Was Like A Dream” was originally published on Elizabeth Olsen Source • Your source for everything Elizabeth Olsen

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My Superman Part 5

Catch up with Part 1 2 3 4 

Summery: Henry and reader go on their date. Lots of excited nervousness and fluff.

Warnings: None

Important:  I do not know or own Henry’s character in this story. The other characters were made up by me.

I am sorry this chapter took so long to come out. I was having a really hard time deciding where I wanted the story to go, but I now have a clear direction, and I’m excited about it again. 

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Arms crossed, foot-tapping, you stood in front of your open closet, half-cleared out as you threw your discarded outfit choices on the bed. Your date with Henry was only an hour away, and you were acting like every rom-com movie you had ever seen. Tossing out outfit after outfit trying to find the perfect ensemble. You were embarrassed at how you were behaving. You were a grown woman, and you had gone on dates before. You allowed yourself to take a deep breath, and calm down. Your eyes scanned the closet again with a clearer head and landed on a dress that would be perfect. Knee-length to show off your legs, cinched at the waist to bring out your curves, and a deep neckline that framed one of your best assets just right. Yah, you could do this. 

After your outfit was sorted, you made your way to your bathroom, untied the towel that wrapped up your freshly showered hair, and got to work drying and curling it just right. When you were finished, your y/h/c locks flowed down your back in loose waves, with the front pinned pack to allow your y/e/c eyes to shine. The tasteful makeup you applied helped that as well. When all was said and done, you grabbed your heals, and stood in front of your hall mirror, taking in the full package. Even you could admit, Henry was in trouble tonight. Grabbing your bag from the side table, you were startled when your phone rang. You saw the smiling face of your best friend from home, Erica on the caller ID. You answered with a smile. 

“Hey, Eri. It’s been forever. How are you?”

“I’m really good. You sound out of breath. Did I catch you at a bad time?”

“It’s never a bad time to talk to you.” You laughed. “But I was just running around, getting ready for a date.” 

“A date? That’s awesome. Who’s the guy? Is he hot?” Not needing much prompting at all, you started relaying the whole story to your friend. That night at the bar. How Henry saved you, then walked you home, and how you haven’t been able to think of anything but him since. “Look at you. You go to a London, and less than a year later, you snag Hollywood’s most eligible bachelor.” You could hear the smile in Erica's voice. “I’m so happy for you y/n. You deserve to be happy. After, you know who.” Just the thought of your ex made your stomach clench, and not in a good way. 

“Thanks, Eri. Honestly, after Josh, I didn’t think I would want any more relationships. He really soured me towards them, you know. But Henry, he’s…” you took a second to find the right words. “He’s a breath of fresh air. I am really excited about tonight.” If on cue, there was a knock at your door. Your heart began to race with the realization that you were going to see Henry again. You quickly opened the door with a smile. You held up your finger to let him know you were almost done with your call and stepped aside for him to come in. 

“I heard a knock. Is that him?” Erica asked excitedly. 

“Yes, my date just got here. I will call you tomorrow. Alright? I’m so glad you called. I miss you.” 

“Miss you too y/n. I better get all the gory details. It’s my right as your future maid-of-honor.” You agreed with a laugh and hung up the phone. Then, you turned your full attention to the gorgeous man standing in your entryway. He looked so large in your small space. He wore a dark blue button-up shirt, neatly tucked into black pants. The buttons were undone enough to give you a peek of the dark curls that are spread across his broad chest. His blue eyes were shining, and his dark brown curls were perfectly tousled. He was the most handsome man you had ever seen. 

“I’m sorry about that. My best friend from home called to say hello.”

“Please, don’t apologize. It gave me a chance to enjoy the view.” His perfect mouth was curved into a playful smirk. “You look beautiful y/n.” You felt your whole body heat up as the blush was all-consuming. 

“Thank you. You look amazing as well.” With a broad smile, he held up his arm, crooked at the elbow. You wrapped your arm in his, and let him lead you to his car. 

The drive to the restaurant was short and quiet. You couldn’t help it. You were nervous. The other night, the crazy events of meeting Henry took center stage. You didn’t have a chance to think too much about it. But tonight, the date itself is the focal point. And you felt like you were on very foreign territory. This is your first date since your ex-boyfriend tried to ruin the idea of relationships for you. And Henry was, well, Henry. You didn’t want to disappoint. You kept sneaking glances of him during the drive, and more than once, you were pleased to find him glancing too. 

When you pulled up to the restaurant, you were shocked and excited. It was a very lavish and romantic choice. A place you had always wanted to try, but knew you never would or, could. He held the door open for you and helped you out of the car. With a guiding hand on your lower back, he led you towards the restaurant entrance. 

Once inside, you were directed towards your table, which was in a less crowded area, more intimate. The restaurant was beautiful. So cozy and romantic. When the waiter brought over the wine list, Henry passed it to you, telling you to pick whatever you wanted. 

“Oh, I’m not sure. I’m not usually a wine drinker. You chose.” You smiled sweetly at Henry and handed the menu back. He gave it a quick glance and ordered a bottle of something that sounded very expensive, but you were assured it was delicious. You both took a few minutes to look over the menu and placed your food order as well. With a nod, the waiter walked away, and you were left with this gorgeous man, unable to believe your luck. 

“I meant what I said earlier, y/n. You look stunning.” Henry admitted as he took you in. Your eyes lowered to the table when you felt the blush return. “I’m glad we were able to do this.”

“I am too. To be honest, I didn’t think I would ever see you again after the other night. I wouldn’t have blamed you. The crazy lady coming up to you at random to have you pretend to be her boyfriend.” You and Henry shared a laugh. “But this,” you gestured with your hand around the restaurant, “is way more than I could have hoped.” You were surprised at yourself for being as candid as you were. You were usually the type of person that kept your emotions close to you, but Henry does something to you. 

“Don’t think that. Like I already told you, I haven’t been able to get you out of my head, it would be silly of me to ignore this chance.” Just then, the waiter returned with your wine. As he was pouring the crimson liquid into your glasses, your eyes didn’t leave Henry's. You exchanged smiles and coy looks until he walked away. You then raised your glasses and toasted to new beginnings. 

The rest of the dinner went very well. You both exchanged comfortable chatter. Spoke about your families, growing up, and even your past relationships. By the time the dessert came, you were truly smitten. And when dessert came to an end, you were sad. This night had gone by too fast. But once the bill had been paid, you realized it had to end. You both stood from the table, and with a warm hand on your back, you headed out to Henry's car. He walked your straight to the passenger side door and held it open for you in the gentlemanly way he had. As you looked up at his face to thank him, you noticed that all of a sudden it seemed to change, almost as if he was trying to make up his mind about something. Then slowly, he raised his hands to cup your face. His eyes drifted to your lips, then back to your eyes, as if he was asking for your blessing. As an answer, your fingers carded through the back of his curls and brought your lips to close the gap. His mouth was more perfect up close. His lips were soft and warm. They moved with an agonizingly slow speed as if he wanted to memorize every inch of your lips. Too soon, the kiss ended, foreheads touching, trying to slow your breathing. This time, when you looked at his face, he was grinning from ear to ear, and you couldn’t help but share the feeling. He helped you into the car and made his way around to the driver’s seat. With one more beaming smile, he started the car and headed back towards your flat. In your opinion, the night was perfect. You just wished you had noticed the paparazzi behind the car to your left, with his camera, taking pictures of your private moment.

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The Love Tonight (2)

The Love Tonight (1)

From the moment dinner ended, prepping and planning for the big night during the week continued to evolve into a beast that Chadwick could not contain. His assigned job was to "show up and look good," instructions that were relayed to him on more than one occasion. This left him in the dark about anything that did not involve his wardrobe and Noah's babysitting plans. 

So, as he sat in the living room bouncing his son from knee to knee to pass the time, his mind swirled with all of the possibilities the night held. The first of his questions were answered when the sound of heels clicking against the hardwood floors grabbed his attention. 

Instead of dresses, Tasha decided to take her stylist's advice and indulge in the blazer trend of the summer. Naturally, Micah followed suit, making the mother-daughter moment event more adorable. Teal and bronze tones were the motif of the night with both outfits fitting the scheme in their unique ways. Micah dazzled in a kid-friendly relaxed suit that perfectly fused her parents' tastes. While the teal blue suit was one that her father was no stranger to, the bronze heels and accessories were her mother's touch. 

CoCo took the cost-efficient chic route and used a very familiar piece to her advantage. After learning that the Versace blazer he husband donned at the NAACP awards earlier in the year was part of the women's line, she made sure it was available to repurpose and reuse. The beautiful animal print across the garment was perfect for the Lion King Carpet, and by choosing to forgo a shirt and show a little skin, it was also age-appropriate. The bold top paired well with a simple pair of trousers that matched the shade of blue accenting the print and bronze accessories. 

It was Micah's idea that she be allowed to wear her hair free and curly while Tasha made sure to make a trip to the barbershop to sharpen her growing tapered cut. 

"Well, would you look at what we have here? I feel like I need to change." Chadwick was careful to pass Noah along to Yvonne before making his way over to his favorite set of women. Stopping at his wife first, he took a moment to trace his finger down the necklace draped in her cleavage. "Who gave you permission to come out and slay like this?" 

"Slay? Is that how we talkin' now," she laughed. "Thank you, baby." 

"I vote thumbs down, Chad. Not a good look." 

As he fixed his mouth to reply to Yvonne with a snarky remark, the small but dramatic clearing of someone's throat caught Chadwick's attention. 

"Now...where did that mighty roar come from? I don't have any lions!" 

"It's me, daddy! Down here!" 

In true dad fashion, Chadwick kept the charade going to keep Micah laughing for as long as possible. Finally, he acknowledged her with a surprised look etched across his face. 

"Wha- Mikey, is that you? I thought you were a pretty lion with all that hair!" 

"Like Simba?" 

"Just like Simba. You look nice, Princess." 

"Pretty enough for pictures?" 

"Of course, Princess." 

Even on a strict schedule, time was made to capture the family as a unit for personal memories and individual social media accounts. For a child that had only been to one Hollywood event in her entire life, Micah handled the moment with the grace of someone ten times her age. She spent most of the ride alternating between taking cute filtered pictures with Tasha and singing songs from the movie's soundtrack with Chadwick. When the car for the night approached the venue, and all of Hollywood's elite came into view, both parents could sense their first born's excitement. 

"We get to go in there with all those people," she asked, her hands and face pressed against the heavily tinted window. "Do they know our names?"

"Maybe. Are you scared to get out, Princess? Do you want me to carry you?"

Tearing her eyes away from the scene, Micah whipped her head around to her father and scrunched her face, "I'm in first grade. I know how to walk." 

"I told him the same thing, Boop. Daddy's silly. Let's go."

Chadwick sat back against the cool leather of his seat with a hilariously incredulous look plastered on his face as Tasha helped Micah exit the vehicle. It took Micah's repeated urging for him to join her side and start on the path toward the red carpet. 

The flicker of cameras around them paled in comparison to the wonder shining through Micah's eyes. Every step of the way she marveled at the gowns that glittered under the setting sun, comparing the men and women she walked past to King's and Queens. 

"Mommy, she has hair like me!" 

"Don't point, baby. That's rude."

"But look! Her hair is like mine! Look!"

While Chadwick answered questions from a nearby reporter, Tasha followed her daughter's finger across the way to see the object of Micah's affection. 

"What's her name, Mommy?"

"That's Shahadi Wright-Joseph. She plays little Nala in the new movie." She half smiled as Micah watched Shahadi's every move, even mimicking some of her actions. Stooping down, she became eye level with the oldest Boseman child. "You wanna go say, hi?"

"Does she know my name?"

"We can go and tell her. You wanna?"

Her hair bounced rapidly with her nodding before Micah linked her hand in her mother's and tugged her along. Shahadi noticed the pair right away as they approached, paying particular attention to the little girl with a special twinkle in her eye. 

"Wow, look at your pretty hair," she exclaimed. "You are so pretty. What's your name?"

"Micah Noelle Boseman. I like your dress."

Both Tasha and Shahadi laughed at her emphasis on her entire name. 

"Thank you! I like your purse. What do you have in it?"

"Cheetos and popcorn for a snack!" 

"I think I need to sit by you. I might get hungry." 

Opening her purse, Micah pointed to its contents, "You can have some. I can share!"

"You're the cutest! Can I take a picture with you?" 

Micah happily accepted the request before proudly displaying the few teeth the tooth fairy had yet to claim. 

"It's like looking into the future," Chadwick commented as he approached CoCo's side. "Remember when she was a baby? Now we almost have a kid in double digits." 

"We should have one more for old time's sake." 

Chadwick's bewildered response became nothing more than an unintelligible whisper amid chaos. Instinct prompted Tasha to pull Micah close to her side as the people around them began a mad dash to clear the walkway for a presence that she could not see. 

"If you knock her down, your ass is next," she directed toward a hasty cameraman who quickly apologized. "What the hell is going on?" 

"I think somebody important is here." 

All eyes were fixated on the red carpet to get a glimpse of the guests of honor. In matching blazer ensembles, Beyonce and Blue Ivy strode past the crowd like royalty. Tasha hadn't considered the possibility that her best friend in her head would be present, let alone 20 feet away from her with screaming fans shouting at her from all directions. 

"Baby, do the thing," she urged her husband as she bumped her elbow into his arm. 

"What? What are you talking about?" 

"Be famous and get her attention. Tell her to come over here!" 

"T, she knows who you are. Just say, hi." 

"Hi, Ms. Beyonce!" 

Micah's high-pitched voice seemed to boom above the chatter around them, catching Blue's attention before Beyonce's. When she looked over to wave back, her eyes lit up at the sight of Tasha and Chadwick awkwardly standing behind their excited child. 

"Hey, y' all!" A quick sidestep and shield of protection from security brought the entertainer closer to the Boseman family. "Oh my God, y' all should've told me you were coming. We could've set something up." 

"We still have time," Tasha blurted, unable to keep her words tucked behind her lips. Chadwick gave her a cheeky side-eye and a half-smile. He'd never known her to be nervous when meeting new people, so the opportunity to see his wife flustered for even a moment was a sight to behold. 

"You sure, baby? What about the kids? 'Vonne has-" 

"She'll understand. We talked already." 

"When?" 

"You know, when…" Tasha's voice began to trail at the tail end of her sentence as she searched her brain for an adequate lie. "We talked. Don't worry about it." 

Beyonce looked between the couple with an amused glint in her eyes and smiled, "I'll take that as a yes from the Mrs." 

"And a yes from me!" 

"Is that right, pretty girl? Are you, Miss Micah? You know, I've heard a lot about you!" 

Micah latched on to the star's outstretched hand and smiled. "I know your songs. Me and my mommy saw you on TV really late at night. Daddy said to go to sleep, but we just got real quiet, so we could still dance." 

"Is that right," she laughed. "Did you like the songs?" 

Tasha and Chadwick braced themselves for Micah to blurt lyrics or begin her "special" Formation choreography but found her sporting a grin that stretched across her entire face and nodding her head. 

"All of them! I listen to them in the car before school." 

"What if I told you I made a song for you? Would you be happy?" Micah looked back to her parents for confirmation, finding confused looks from both of them before turning to Beyonce. "I can't wait until you hear it. It's all about your -." 

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Carter, but we have to keep moving. They need you all seated soon." 

Acknowledging the comment, Beyonce made sure to bid the Boseman family a proper goodbye before disappearing down the remainder of the carpet. They received similar instructions soon after before being ushered into the Dolby Theatre for the main event. 

Micah buzzed in her seat before the lights could go down inside the theatre, eventually settling for her father's lap for a better view. From the opening song, she was utterly mesmerized by the sights and sounds of The Lion King's newest visuals. She sang along to every song uninhibited, often charming viewers around her into joining the fun. By the end of the film, through light tears and laughter, Micah was the first to lead the room's applause. She couldn't wait to break free from the shackles of forced silence inside the theater to voice her praise for the film. With her father's shoulders acting as her preferred mode of transportation, the little ball of energy began a full breakdown of what she'd just witnessed. 

"And-and the pig was so funny. He did the thing like you, Daddy. He was like 'WARTHOG'! Did you see it? Did you?" 

Laughing, Chadwick reached up to playfully tickle her sides, "I saw it, baby girl."

"Mommy, you're like Nala! Except you can't sing, 'cause that's Ms. Beyonce singing. Can we be Lion King for Halloween or is Daddy still in trouble for hitting the clown?" 

CoCo felt tears prick the corner of her eyes as she fought back the urge to cackle at her husband's expense. Clowngate had been a sensitive subject around the family that Chadwick had yet to escape. 

"Of course we can. Daddy can be Zazu so he doesn't hurt anybody with those claws." 

"I feel like we can let the past be the past now," Chadwick retorted, side-eyeing his wife and earning another stifled laugh. 

Micah continued to rattle off high points of the night as they entered the car and started their journey home. Naturally, she requested the movie's soundtrack as entertainment during the ride, demanding that all of the car's occupants join in for an off-key cover of Hakuna Matata. 

In the middle of the song, Micah quietly wrapped her arms around Chadwick's midsection and squeezed with all of her strength. 

"Thank you, Daddy. I love you soooo much!" 

Something about the way she hugged him with pure appreciation and sincerity made Chadwick tear up as he pulled her close and kissed the top of her head. 

"I love you, too, little one. I love you, too." 

Tasha observed the moment with a smile, preferring to remain a spectator to allow time for necessary bonding. These were memories that both of them would cherish for the rest of their lives. That knowledge was enough to produce a permanent smile on her end. 

When Chadwick looked up and away to stop his tears from falling, he caught a glimpse of his wife, who grabbed his hand to run her thumb across his knuckles before adding a soft kiss. 

"You're the best dad ever. Don't ever forget it." 

He offered quiet thanks before kissing her cheek and resting his chin on top of CoCo's head. The opening flutes and vocals gave way to melodic vocals from Donald Glover and Beyonce's cover of Can You Feel the Love Tonight, gently lulling everyone into a comfortable silence. Chadwick took a look out of the car's sunroof to get a glimpse of the stars dotting the onyx sky above them. As he stared, he tried to commit each one to memory for a day when being a dad or a partner wasn't so easy. This was a moment Chadwick knew he would cherish long after the kids were grown and out of the house. 

The soft buzz of his phone drew attention to a text from the last number he ever expected to see. 

You two got out of there fast. Still coming out later? Would love to have you two. 

Secretly reading the message, CoCo nudged his arm and shook her head. 

"Not this time. We'll have other chances, right?" 

Chadwick silently agreed before quickly typing out his apology for declining the offer. After taking a final glimpse at the night sky and giving thanks to the Creator, he closed his eyes to listen to the song's final chorus. 

"Can you feel the love tonight? The peace the evening brings? The world, for once, in perfect harmony…"

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[ohscorbus]

Harry Potter and the Cursed Child: Wednesday 22nd May, 2019 [Pt. 1]

First impressions are important and if this cast means to go on as they’ve started then we’re all in for a treat! There’s honestly so much to write about and changes we need to discuss but I’m on a time limit so... let’s do this!

ACT ONE, SCENE FOUR: TRANSITION SCENE

I knew the rose was coming over from Broadway so I wasn’t surprised when Scorpius pulled it out and tried to give it to Rose on the train. I love how pleased Scorpius is with himself. A rose for Rose! Plus I know how much Jonathan really wanted it last year so I’m glad to see he’s finally succeeded. 

The instant change between the concentration on Albus’s face as he stared down the crumpled letter in his hand to the look of pure shock and overwhelming happiness as he successfully vanished it melted me. I love that he was genuinely pleased with himself, that he was excited to have gotten it right. It also highlighted the difference between him and Joe’s Albus. Joe’s Albus was quite obviously depressed. He struggled and he expected himself to. He barely trusted himself, let alone these pockets of happiness. That line, “in every shining moment of happiness is that drop of poison: the knowledge that pain will come again”, sums him up perfectly to me. Whereas Dominic has no problem finding and embracing joy in his life. He has struggles, but he’s too headstrong to deny himself.

So we have a new wand dance! There are elements of the last one in it so it’s not entirely new, but this one is without a doubt visually more pleasing. More fire, more dancing. It definitely looks more ‘magically’ and impressive. Although the line at the end after Albus’s wand fails to produce fire and instead shoots out a red/pink powder really doesn’t work for me. I know the ensemble do add lines here so I’m not sure if that’s from them or whether it’s an actual officially added line, but “even his wand wants to be in Gryffindor” just didn’t seem right. I get that it’s referring to the fact that everyone expected him to be a Gryffindor and that it’s implying even his wand thinks he’s wrong, but Albus has literally just stated very plainly that he belongs in Slytherin. Or maybe that’s the point? But like I said, I don’t know if that line is here to stay so I’ll look back at it next time.

ACT ONE, SCENE SEVEN: THE BLANKET SCENE

My favourite sibling interaction was with Lily. When she came in asking about her potions book, Albus instantly threw his hands up in surrender. He is innocent of this particular crime apparently. I love it though because it implies the Potter siblings are like every other family. Teasing and constantly ‘borrowing’ each other’s things.

If I hadn’t already been completely won over by Dominic already, he would have done it in this scene. Jamie’s Harry is quick to shout and this Albus isn’t afraid to give it right back. The two of them work brilliantly together in that sense. It felt like an argument, not an attack or retaliation. 

I also love the fact that Albus fully opens the blanket and holds it up between him and Harry so it acts like a barrier. Which is exactly what it is in a way. Harry’s history keeps getting in the way their relationship and by holding it between them like that it’s almost like he’s telling him so. Plus it’s interesting because Albus’s message is technically already written on the blanket at this point. It’s still invisible but we know it’s there. Watching him look at this clean blanket and not know yet that his future has already been literally written out and intertwined with Harry’s past was great.

Dominic’s Albus also does this thing a lot where he holds his hands out with his arms open wide in a ‘see?!’ kind of gesture. (If that makes sense? I’m terrible at descriptions.) It’s low key dramatic and I love it because I do it all the time haha. It’s like pointing out your injustice in a point proven to the universe kind of way. One of my favourite times he did that was when the love potion spilled on the blanket. He just stopped and looked at it and then held his arms out and looked pointedly at his dad and didn’t say a word. He didn’t need to, his action said it all. Of course this happened to him.

Also! New hoodie! It’s still the same Slytherin shade of green, but this one doesn’t have the white strings or zip. They’re both green now. I shall be shopping...

ACT ONE, SCENE THIRTEEN: ST. OSWALD’S

You know how the script says St. Oswald’s is chaos? Well now it actually is. They went full Broadway on us. I’m indifferent to it? On one hand I love how wild it is. I didn’t know where to look. It was utter madness everywhere which is cool, and totally what I’d expect from a wizarding retirement home. My only issue with it is the guy who works there. So before it’s him who the older wizards and witches gang up on. Now it’s him who torments the residents. Visually it’s fun and exciting, but there’s an underlining abuse of power and the vulnerable vibe there that makes me feel a little uncomfortable. I mean, they give as good as they can get and ‘win’ in the end but still... This happens enough in real life for this to make me feel a little uneasy. But on a lighter note, the biscuit palace is epic and I demand they start selling them at the bar.

ACT TWO, SCENE ONE: HARRY’S PRIVET DRIVE NIGHTMARE

There was some really small changes to this scene but I love them. Firstly, there was an extra Voldemort hand so at one point during his nightmare, little Harry’s head was surrounded by these skeletal hands and visually it was so fantastic. Harry appears trapped and it’s all focused on his head. Which is exactly where he always was and still is.

Also! A weird observation, but they have finally added an actual wet patch to his PJ bottoms so it looks like he’s literally wet himself. I’m surprised it took them so long.

ACT TWO, SCENE THREE: MCGONAGALL’S OFFICE

The new McGonagall clicked with me straight away. She’s fantastic and has this natural sort of humour to her that seems to underline everything and I love that. Especially because while you may laugh at her tone in some of these lines, she still has this aura about her that demands your utmost respect and she gets it. But then there’s this lot. I mean, she’s dealt with these as kids and now here they are again. Her tone is totally understandable. I love her. Like, you know when Ron runs in with his napkin still tucked into his jumper after accidentally flooing into the kitchens? Well no one said or did anything about it so at the very end of the scene, McGonagall reached over and pulled it off him and while she said nothing, her face said everything. They may be adults but they’re still her kids.

ACT TWO, SCENE FOUR: PRACTISING WITH DELPHI

This Albus is a little ball of determination and it’s never more obvious than it was in this scene. The pause before each Expelliarmus was so long I actually started to get concerned Dom was nervous or struggling with the wand trick. But no. One look at his face and you’ll see nothing but concentration. You just know he’s giving himself the most epic pep talk in his head as you can see the physical change in his stance once he’s mentally ready. I’m here for that.

ACT TWO, SCENE SIX: HOGWARTS THROUGH THE TREES

I just wanted to enjoy this moment so I didn’t make many mental notes. But I will say Albus’s face when Scorpius says he wanted someone like Harry Potter was actually the most tragic thing. While it obviously wasn’t expected, he also wasn’t surprised. Of course he wants a Harry Potter. Everyone does. He’s just Albus. How could he ever live up to that? It made him a little sad, and me, a lot sad. His face when Scorpius clarified he was better though was worth it all.

ACT TWO, SCENE SEVEN: NEW TIMELINE

Bless Dominic for actually collapsing in pain from his arm. I’ve missed an Albus doing this! Plus it really scares the adults (and Scorpius) and as horrible as that is, their reactions are always great to watch.

ACT TWO, SCENE EIGHT: HOSPITAL WING

We finally have an Albus and a Harry who both eat the chocolate again! I love it for many reasons but particularly with this Albus as it almost confirms what I said about him accepting happiness. Will it fix everything? No. But it may help in this moment so he’ll take it. It’s also interesting to see him happily take Harry’s advice just to then reject it later on in the conversation. He’s not deliberately difficult or stubborn or always against his dad just because he can. This one just stands his ground, without hesitation, whenever he disagrees with something. There’s a point to it. A reason. It’s so very Albus-y.

ACT TWO, SCENE NINE: HOGWARTS STAIRCASE

That very last ‘okay’ from Albus after he cuts ties with Scorpius on the staircase under Harry’s watch was most excellent. So instead of saying it to Scorpius, he turned to face Harry and blatantly said it to him in the most bitter and aggressive tone. I loooove when an Albus does this. It’s just so Albus, this one in particular too. Because he’d never say that to Scorpius because this is not okay. But this is Harry’s fault so Harry needs to know. He needs to see the consequences of breaking these two. They’re both hurt and confused and lost. Albus would absolutely throw that in Harry’s face.

ACT TWO, SCENE SIXTEEN: THE LIBRARY SCENE

So, the library scene. This is what got me really excited about the next years worth of Jonathan and Dominic shows because as focused as I was on Albus last night, I honestly couldn’t take my eyes off Scorpius here. Dominic’s Albus is small but powerful, and that seems to have brought out a little more focused anger in Jon. Like I said before, I want him to explode after years of imploding. But his Scorpius’s usual stammer and frustration always seems to stop him from fully letting go. But last night I really felt that pure, unfiltered anger and I could not have been happier. If Albus raised his voice then Scorpius didn’t hesitate to do it back. He will have his voice heard.

Albus making a little vomiting noise and face after he said James used the date he got his first broom as his trunk combination was golden. I love Albus judging his own brother. You have to really, as a sibling. It’s part of our DNA. It also lighten the mood of this scene for a second which I think was Albus’s way of letting Scorpius know they’re still friends. It was really sweet. It was like he just wanted to make him smile which, given that Scorpius was crying, is totally understandable. It was a really touching moment and said so much about Albus.

The hug is exactly what we wanted with this height difference. It’s glorious. So Albus grabbed him and then rested his cheek below Scorpius’s shoulder, all tucked in and quite happily settled into this hug. Sweet, right? Well poor Scorpius was left with both of his arms over the top of Albus’s shoulders. He looked like a puppet the way he sort of just dangled over him. Arms out and awkward. It was everything.

After he’d said he was saving that as a ‘sparkly surprise’, Albus made these firework noises and gestures up in the air with his hands. Scorpius’s ‘mildly confused but excited to find out’ reaction was perfect, as is Albus’s energy and continued enjoyment of making Scorpius smile and knowing exactly how to do it.

ACT TWO, SCENE TWENTY: SWIMMING UNDER THE LAKE

So I guess to give the appearance of these boys being underwater they’ve decided to make their hair all big and messy, like it would be if they were actually under the water. But honestly, it just looks like Scorpius has stuck his finger in a live plug socket. Or he’s been attacked by a thousand balloons. (I wouldn’t be surprised by either scenario if I’m honest.) Albus’s hair isn’t as noticeable given the fact it’s dark but his is just the same. I get what they were going for, but hair doesn’t stand up on end perfectly like that in water. So it just looks like it’s really bad static. Surely a well placed fan would do the trick? Also, I was left feeling bad for poor Dominic having to brush that out afterwards. It was wild.

I can’t give everyone else the praise they truly deserve because otherwise I’ll be writing forever, but just quickly: 

Ryan as James Potter is already A+ for his ‘daaaaad’ alone. Plus on stage he and Dominic look like brothers.

Rayxia is brilliant as I remembered. I’m so glad she’s back.

Michelle makes for a familiar and friendly but very ‘know it all’ kind of Hermione. Oh and I love her friendship with Ginny!

The Slytherin boys in the ensemble in the first task had a lot to live up to and didn’t disappoint. I’m already a fan.

Lucy as Moaning Myrtle was also familiar but fresh and she had the audience laughing.

I love Madeleine as Delphi. She’s friendly and dorky and by the end of her first scene I wanted to be friends with her too. Her reveal is going to be really interesting.

My main note on the new Polly was ‘plastic’. She’s that perfect, posh, pretty, popular blonde girl everyone had to deal with at school. You’ll either instantly dislike her or want to be her. She’s going to be fun.

Aaaaand to summarise Dominic... he’s lovely. He’s the most precious, sparkly eyed, baby faced, awkward, and determined Albus we’ve ever had and none of you are ready for him. He knows what he wants and he’ll go for it because he’s young enough to believe he knows best. He’s the most fourteen year old Albus we’ve had in that sense. He’s sweet and caring and there’s an innocent kind of joy to him but how quick that anger surfaces tells us all is not okay. The only difference is this one refuses to drown in it. What he lacks in maturity he makes up for in spirit and heart. It makes for a good year ahead!

[The part two recap is coming Friday and I’m setting myself that deadline because I’m actually seeing it again on Saturday... *whispers* I just love them all already, okay?]

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[maddgarbagemonkey]

I Just Saw the Wicked 2019 Touring Cast and Boy Howdy, am I excited to Rant! (All Good things!)

There's a lot so buckle up your seatbealts!

So, first off, this was my first time seeing the show *cough cough* legally *cough* and I was amazed.

I instantly fell in love with the big metal dragon and nearly screamed when it moved and started blowing smoke out of its nose, as my Grandpa lied and told me, even though he's seen it 4 times, that the dragon was just decoration.

I love that the first solid 5 minutes of the show are just winged monkeys running around on the stage and looking concerned at one another before the opening number starts.

Glinda, played by Erin Mackey, was my WIFE.

During her first speaking part of "No one Mourns the Wicked," she got stuck on her big metal bubble and the ensemble had to crowd around her to help her get off, which, because coming off of the bubble was her cue to continue, led to a really long silence. But it kinda fit and showed that she hesitated to celebrate Elphaba's death so yeah! I just thought it was adorable and I admire how she was able to turn it into a cool window into her character!

When Elphaba, played by Mariand Torres, entered we all screamed for a solid 3 minutes and, after seeing her performance, she deserved a solid 8 more. I loved her so much!

I loved her early performance of Elphaba at Shiz because she played her as an angry little bean that snapped at everyone and everything instead of just shy and quiet and it worked so well, especially with how overprotective she was of Nyssa.

A girl literally faints upon seeing Elphaba and I can relate cause she was SO PRETTY!

Mariand's "Wizard and I" was so powerful and emotional at the same time I just wanted to pick her up and keep her! <3

THE 👏 GLINDA 👏 AND 👏 ELPHABA👏 HEIGHT👏 DIFFERENCE!

Usually you see Elphaba portrayed as tall while Glinda is shorter but, because Mariand was a tiny angel and Erin was a tall goddess who literally towered over Fierro without heels, it was quite the opposite and I l o v e d every second of "What is this Feeling" because of it.

I would die for tiny little ball of angry Elphaba and Tall, regal, princess Glinda holding her back from fighting everyone who dares look at them funny and you can pry them out of my cold dead hands.

Mariand did the thing where she mimicked Glinda for the "Your Voice" line and made it extra squeaky and I died.

She also, whenever Glinda had her back turned, copied her with a stupid little kicking dance and tossed her hair way too frantically and I fell in love.

For the "boo", Elphaba had to look directly up and jump at Glinda because she was so short and I squealed

Oh my God. C U R T. H A N S E N. This man was in Big Time Rush and I can not picture Fierro's entrance without the theme song ever again. (Bruh, Chill)

His choreo also had some "not-so-subtle" scarecrow like poses and taps.

Dude, he played him as such a snotty little twink and I loved it! He almost knocked down the statue in the center like eight times during "Dancing Through Life!"

His mic also made him sound like he was under water for a total of one (1) line and I snorted.

Nyssa, (sorry Mili Diaz, you were incredible and I love you,) Please exit my server.

Glinda made at least 16 Tik Tok references and I know, it's not towards the app because duh, but I'm still very conflicted.

Elphaba was S O mad at the scene with Dr. Dillamond I was so proud and in love!

E L P H A B A ' S D A N C E!

It was so good and pure and when Glinda joined she made it look so graceful!

And Elphaba looked very doubtful at first but then she looked around at everyone doing her dance and back at Glinda and she had the biggest smile on her face and tears in her eyes because she was accepted for something and it was beautiful!

Only Boc's mic was really working at this part so the "Let's DAAAANCE" reverberated deeply into my soul and stayed there for a really long time.

Popular was superb and I literally cried.

Literally.

When Erin got out of breath, she fell on the floor and just layed there for 16 counts breathing really heavily into the mic. Pure Poetry

Glinda suffocated Elphaba with hugs to her throat and swung her around like a rag doll while she just glared angry and helpless.

During "Don't Make me laugh" Glinda pushed her hand into Elphaba's face and gently and slowly set her back on her bed and if that ain't the biggest mood.

So many kicks and giggles I LOVE ERIN MACKEY!

When Glinda fell into Elphaba's arms crying after Fierro ran away at the train scene she took up half of her body and I just needed to write that out.

The egg-like Emerald City suits without arms that extended their necks and twirled them like lassos. Need I say more?

Elphaba's teary smile at "Finally, no one's looking or staring at me!" And then Glinda takes off her glasses and grabs her hand saying that she looked as beautiful as an emerald and... A C K

Upon meeting the scary robo wizard, Glinda got scared and tried to hide her 5'9 body behind little 5'1 Elphie and she looked so protective and ready to throw down I loved it!

Monkeys. Monkeys. Monkeys.

"Let her go! It's not her that you want! Its ME!" She sounded so powerful and angry I would die for her.

The part where Elphaba's begging Glinda to go with her but she's too focused on the fact that she's shaking and ties that spooky cape around her shoulders.

Mariand's "Defying Gravity" was so strong and beautiful with all of her God-tier belts and riffs I could not stop smiling and when she finally flies I yelped because you always hear about how cool it is and looks but then you really S E E it and it's beyond words! I had to do nothing and breathe for a second afterwards to find my bearings!

I loved Erin's "Thank Goodness" a lot. She poured a lot of emotion and beautiful vocals into it and just... god, she's gorgeous!

At the part where Elphaba appeared in the closet in Nyssa's office and the mirror became see through I heard a kid behind me exclaim "Zoo Wee Mama" and I won't be the same.

I don't remember Nyssa being so horrible but... *shrug* She gets it from her Dad I guess.

I love that Boc's reaction to finding out Nyssa can walk is just, "oh, good! Now you can work on this whole walking thing and get tf away from me! This worked out perfectly!" Same, boi.

I loved! LOVED! Nyssa Rose's song with a passion and the way her words get all twisted and angry literally talking about how she's going to rip Boc's heart out for leaving her and it gave me a good amount of spooks.

"Don't say I'm beautiful. You don't need to lie to me." B A B Y

"My Family has a Castle! No one lives there or will see us besides the guards!" "Where do you live, now?" "... The other castle." Oh sweetie.

Glinda, you deserve so much more than scarecrow boy and I would die for you!

Elphaba's voice drops at least 8 octaves during her line in "As long as Your Mine" The "For the first time I feel...

Wicked

I have never been more physically and emotionally attracted to a green lady Other than Princess Fiona

Also, there was so much smoke during that song that I could hear some Orchestra members cough.

During that scene with Elphaba's and Glinda's argument at Nyssa's "Funeral", while preparing to fight Glinda twirls her wand and strikes at Elphie like she came out of the Karate Kid.

Elphaba's witch laugh after Glinda slaps her followed by the most serious "Feel Better?"

Both Fierro and Glinda yell at Elphaba to leave before she gets hurt and I feel things because of that.

While Fierro is fake/real threatening Glinda with a gun, she just tearfully shakes her head in a silent plea and he INSTANTLY drops his gun. I love 'em

The way Glinda's "Fierro" melts into Elphaba's "FIERRROOO!" Love.

"No Good Deed" will always be my favorite song. ITS SO GOOD! Mariand's voice was incredible and her riffs and belts added so much!

During Elphaba's little "let all of OZ be agreed I'm wicked through and through," she makes her voice all scary and raspy, but it melts back into her own voice and beautiful despair at "since I can not succeed, Fierro saving you!"

NO GOOD DEED! 10/10 LOTSA SMOKE

March of the Witch hunters always has and will give me chills. Nothing more to say. Just one good bop.

This is the part where I cry too much.

"For Good" was gorgeous and I cried. A lot. A lot.

Elphaba kisses Glinda's hands and wipes her tears away.

Glinda runs her hands across and straightens Elphaba's hat and OH MY GOD!

It hurts how frantically Elphaba hides Glinda to protect her! Side note, I would also die for Chistery.

At their final moments together, Elphaba blows Glinda a kiss and then proceeds to get "murdered" in a really cool way by Dorthy.

Glinda's "Elphie!?" Is so tragic and panicked I was struggling to make it through, and then she grabbed her hat and cried into it and I was long gone.

Fierro adopts spooky Scarecrow movements at the end which I think is really cool and he also mimics Elphaba's "Don't lie to me!" Line.

Before Elphaba leaves, she becomes entranced by Glinda's beautiful singing, like she's thinking of telling her she's okay, but then she turns around and walks through the door with Fierro.

The last thing we see of Elphaba is her wearing her signature hat and walking into dust with Fierro. The last thing we see of Glinda is her sobbing into Elphaba's book in her bubble.

In conclusion, IM NOT OKAY!

Nah, Fam! But seriously! Mariand and Erin's vocals and performances were to die for! It succeeded my wildest expectations! I had so much fun and would 100% recommend seeing the show if you haven't seen it or want to see it a 19th time. Both are just as valid. :)

#wicked #wicked 2019 #glinda upland #elphaba #wicked the musical #musicals #fierro #wizard of oz #erin mackey #mariand torres #glinda the good #elphaba x glinda #glinda wicked #wicked witch #curt hansen #musicals 2019

[schmergo]

Okay, here is my full review of Richard III at the Shakespeare Theatre Company! As you proooobably know, Richard III is one of my favorite plays. I’ve seen five professional productions and directed one community production and one staged reading, as well as writing an entire novel-length story based on it. For seven years, I’ve checked my email when the STC season announcement came out, hoping to see Richard III, and when it finally happened this year, I actually began to cry.

So needless to say, my love for this material may make me both unreliably lenient AND overly critical of any production I see. On one hand, I’m always thrilled to see Richard III and my love of the text mitigates many issues I may have with the director’s and actors’ choices. On the other hand, I’m so familiar with the script— of a play so long that it’s almost impossible to perform uncut— that I have really strong ideas about which moments *I* think are crucial and which themes should stand out. They’re never gonna do a version that keeps in ALL of my favorite lines.

Would I recommend STC’s production? Yes, I would, especially to people who are less than familiar with the play. It keeps the story and characters as clear as possible and moves at a quick, crisp pace full of action and intrigue. There’s never a dull moment. But would I say I loved the production? I can’t quite go that far.

If you’re not familiar with this play, Richard III takes place in the aftermath of a massive civil war. A veteran of the wars whose ruthlessness was handy in battle, Richard is the youngest brother of the king and is restless during peacetime. So he hatches a plan to climb to the throne- no matter how many family members he must kill and friends he must betray to get there.

David Muse’s stark aesthetic for the play may seem weird at first, but it definitely kept things interesting. The stained, off-white, instutitional-looking box of a set was inspired by an abandoned morgue- a concept they took very literally with body lockers, gurneys, and creepy machines full of fluids and tubes. The blank expanse at the top of the set was handily used to project text- whether backstory at the beginning of the play or the names of each major character as they enter the scene- accompanied by bursts of hard rock music. I’ve never seen a play as devoted to making sure the audience keeps names and relationships straight.

Costumes are modern and generally in shades of greys (with brilliant white for the royal York family- I particularly loved Queen Elizabeth’s white gown), but with some gorgeously surreal twists. Richard wears armorlike bracing to support his body, with heavy corsetry, neck brace, leg and arm brace, and a matching cane. This exoskeleton operates as an extension of himself- his strength and physicality never seems very limited when fully clad, and he does cut a strong, powerful figure. Once he becomes king, the bracing doubles as a fashion statement as he dons a glittering gold corset to match his crown while other members of court wear stylish corsets and neck bracing that call to mind Elizabethan fashions popular at the time Shakespeare wrote the play.

In a notable scene near the end, though, Richard’s servant removes his bracing so he can sleep before the battle of Bosworth Field, and we see this indefatigable bulldozer of a man helpless and in pain for the first time in the play. It’s powerfully done and makes the audience realize this is how Richard always sees himself.

I was sitting near the very back of the house, which may color my impressions of the show (I plan to see it again in two weeks from the front row to see if I change my mind), but my overall assessment is that this is a show that paid so much directorial attention to staging, aesthetic, theme, and visual excitement that it left a lot of individual performances underdeveloped or emotionally unconvincing. Maybe it’s the sheer size of Sidney Harman Hall, which I almost think is TOO big to effectively communicate the subtleties of Shakespeare’s dramas.

The death scenes, for example, were incredible. Wow. Most of them took place offstage in the original play, but in this production, every single one is depicted with graphic originality, including onstage drowning, lethal injections, decapitations, and more. It’s brutal but thrilling. Richard’s nightmare sequence, in which the ghosts of everyone he’s killed come back to haunt him, is the best and spookiest I’ve EVER seen it done.

For the most part, though, individual performances seemed to lack a certain spark of life. Though most performers had memorable specific moments, none truly stood out to me as really exceptional performances. Across the board, the delivery style seemed slightly stilted, formal, shouty, and “Shakespeare-y,” which I not only felt didn’t fit the raw text but clashed even more weirdly with the modern rock-and-roll visual aesthetic.

Even Matthew Rauch as Richard seemed to be holding back in the first half of the play- he seemed almost cautious, formal. Richard in the first half of the play is written to be so charming and charismatic that he even brings the audience along for the ride until his terrible deeds reach a point of no return. Rauch’s Richard was the most serious I’ve seen in the first half- even his humor felt strained- and paradoxically, I found him less scary and less dangerous than other Richards because of that. When you have such brutal onstage deaths, juxtaposing them against Richard’s devilish glee in ordering said deaths really drives home how little conscience he has. Rauch has the bearing of a soldier and clearly understands Shakespeare well, but he almost faded into the background of many of his early scenes. Maybe some of this was intentional- the directors’ notes in the script emphasized the importance of the supporting roles, which overbearing Richards so often overshadow— but given that Matthew Rauch’s face is splashed all over posters for the show around town, you’d think they’d give him more opportunities for the ol’ Razzle Dazzle.

Rauch hits his stride in the second half, when Richard begins to become slightly unhinged and paranoid. With a manic energy and unpredictable temper, Richard felt fully realized and truly threatening- with moments of keen vulnerability. His confrontation scene with Queen Elizabeth (portrayed rather blandly though elegantly up to that point) felt electrifying even if I didn’t necessarily love the cut of the text. And this production dispensed with the portrayal of Richard as sexually perverted or predatory that you often see these days. Rauch’s Richard is a misogynist who sees women as disposable objects or tools to aid his rise, but he doesn’t lust after them.

Some directorial choices looked cool but were confusing or distracting, like repetitive chanting from an ensemble or the rhythmic sharpening of scalpels and snapping of leather straps every time Richard prepares to kill someone. It sets the tone but obscured the language... and not that it matters, but why DOES Richard have a large army of mad scientists in the first place?

I did appreciate the diversity of the cast, filled with performers of different ethnicities, ages, genders, and sizes. Richmond, the valiant and pious hero who ultimately defeats Richard, was a woman of color and was well cast in the role, commanding yet gentle. But the business about marrying Elizabeth’s daughter to Richmond was both mentioned once and failed to come up again at the end of the play, maybe to keep from drawing attention to the fact that there would be no Tudor dynasty with two queens on the throne? I felt they should have really leaned alll the way in and ended with Princess Elizabeth by Richmond’s side or else avoided the marriage subplot all together.

Richard’s end was also quick and anticlimactic after all of the exciting battle that had preceded it, but maybe they wanted to avoid portraying Richmond as being as brutal or ruthless as Richard. Still, they had blood-covered ghosts of Richard’s slain foes adding to the numbers of Richmond’s army. Maybe they could have taken that a step further by having the ghosts assist in finishing off Richard- after all, the historical King Richard’s body was hacked by a mob.

All in all, I felt it was definitely a play worth seeing but I couldn’t help but feel disappointed by some of the elements. In particular, a lot of the funnier lines and scenes were removed from the script, as if the director wanted to keep things “Dark Knight style grim dark,” while to me, the black humor is one of the best things about the script. But the audience still laughed and reacted to the more humorous- or shocking- moments nonetheless— in fact, hearing gasps of disbelief or excitement or disgust from the audience at crucial moments was one of my favorite things about this production. Clearly, many people were seeing Richard III for the first time. And, like me, they felt it in their bones.

Richard III plays through March 10 at Sidney Harman Hall, the Shakespeare Theatre Company.

#stc #shakespeare theatre company #richard iii #shakespeare #washington dc #dc

[taeyohonic]

The Milkshake Incident (Part 2)

Words: 2,701

Genre: best friend Taeyong / high school / some fluff I guess? / Yukhei (adorably) 3rd wheeling / Baekhy(p)un certified / mature(ish)? (more like PG-15-ish? i had to cut some “stuff” i didn’t like...)

Pairing: Taeyong x Reader

Summary: A milkshake thrown at the innocent band t-shirt of your best friend is the final straw. Taeyong needs a girlfriend and you are going to help him. Even if that means betraying your feelings for him.

A/N: Thank you so much to all the love for Part 1! I hope you guys like the 2nd part as well! I’m gonna post a piece for @nctwriters spc this week too, so please stay tuned...

Previously on TMI: “You… you’re – not sleeping with anybody?”, you whimper and his lips form a sinister smirk when he answers:

“No, I mean I’m not available.”

Yuk opens the door and cuts the tension like a knife. God bless this immature kid with a timing of heroes.

“I am ready to parteyyy”, he shouts sliding into the backseat and leaning forwards. You back against the passenger window like you’ve been burned.

So Taeyong does have feelings for someone. That hurts. A lot. You know you were very direct with your rule of not talking to about his latest conquests, but you always thought that when he finds someone important, he’d talk to you about her or him. You guess there really are limits to your friendship. And that makes it so complicated to breath while your best friend drives towards his home.

“It’s classical music performed by amateurs and accompanied by the same asshole teachers you see in this hell every day.”, you mumble and try to not let your excitement show too much in your voice. Sure, your relationship with Taeyong isn’t in the best place, but this Friday is important to you on a different level. This is the only field, where you are somewhat more qualified than your friends.

Your driver grabs your neck in a warning sign. “Don’t belittle yourself, Y/n. Not when I’m in earshot.”

“Why didn’t you say that to me yesterday when I insulted my cooking skills in front of you?”, whines Yuk and slaps Taeyong’s hand playfully away from its position on your neck. But the damage is done. You still feel his tangling touch on your skin. A shudder runs through your body. What is this boy doing to you during a twenty-minute car ride? This should be illegal.

“Because your stir fry tasted as cheap as your gaming style.”, Tae replies and parks the car. You are the first getting out of this enigma of a car ride and basically run to the front door. You need to get ready for your play tonight. And you need to get away from your best friend. Not necessarily in that order. The cleaning lady opens the door before Tae reaches you and there is definitely a nervous step in your walk as you climb the stairs and shut the door to Taeyong’s bathroom.

Two hours later and you’re still sitting on the floor of his bathroom, trying to smooth your nerves with the cold marble under you. This is getting ridiculous. And embarrassing. As if Tae can hear your thoughts, there’s a sharp knock on the door. “Y/n?” “Yes?” “Are you alive?” Yuk might have asked if you were okay or fine. But Tae can sense that you are neither. So, he gives you a question you can actually answer. “Barely”

A chuckle is heard before you hear the unmistaken sound of a lock being picked. A moment later your best friend takes his place right beside you and your eyes meat his in bewilderment.

“Where the hell did you learn to pick locks?” “Baek taught me in the showers a few games ago.”, he shrugs. “That sounds so … so so wrong, Tae.”, you laugh, and he follows with his own strong chuckle before fixating you with a concerned stare, the smile dying on his handsome lips.

“Listen, I talked to Yuk.” Nothing good ever starts with this sentence. “He told me that you are trying to get me a girlfriend for more than a week now.” So, Yuk did tell him about your chemistry talk. Well, nothing to be self-conscious about.

“He said, that you’re tired keeping up with my ... hm shenanigans?”, he asks, and you can hear real hurt in his voice. “I didn’t know i was such a burden.” Now Tae doesn’t even look at you anymore.

“No, Tae. You’re never a burden”, you intercept vehemently, “You’re my best friend. I cannot imagine ever seeing you as a task rather than my partner.”, you add truthfully, only you being aware of the double meaning. Taeyong’s blazing eyes focus on your figure again – finally.

“So, you don’t need a vacation form me?”, he asks suspiciously while using the exact same words you said to Yuk at the beginning of this week. There is something very reliable about Yukhei’s low EQ, he doesn’t repeat what he thinks you meant, but just what you said. And that precisely. So of course, your best friend will be distrustful. You exhale, before responding with the truth … kind of.

“I don’t need a vacation from my best friend. I need a vacation from your libido, Tae.”

You get up from the floor and look at yourself in the mirror. The simple black dress is required for all the female orchestra members. You just took a bit more liberty with the length of it. Dangerously ending mid-tight, this dress gives you surprising confidence. The material hugs your body and pays tribute to all the early morning jogs Tae dragged you along during spring break. The costume, as well as the shoes, are from your little sister.

You aren’t the biggest shopper – not with two pubescenting boys as best friends. So, you were really thankful to her when she presented you with that outfit this morning. Even though she did cancel on the concert in the same motion. A Friday night spend in the same four walls she’s imprisoned in during the school week? Not happening. Because of some prior engagements even your parents can’t come tonight. So again, these two boys are not only your fan squad but your foster family as well.

Taeyong’s reflection comes up right behind you as he lays his large hand around your neck. “You look beautiful” “I look better than normal, yeah.”, you answer accompanied by an eyeroll and earn a warning squeeze from him. “What did I say?” You don’t answer. “Y/n?” Huffingly you respond. “That I should always sugarcoat my accomplishments in front of you.”

Taeyong just chuckles and tightens his grip one last time before letting go of your body. Were you going mad or did his touches increase this week? Maybe it is just wishful thinking.

“Just hurry up. Yuk is really excited and you’re cutting it close time wise.”, he says and moves to the door. “Tae?” Your friend turns around with questions in his eyes. “Thank you for being there tonight.” “Oh, you know how much I love classical music.”, he winks and lets the door open. Deep breaths, Y/n, deep breaths.

The auditorium is packed. Your fellow musicians are prepping their instruments while you nervously clutch the notes to your chest. This is horrible. Why did you want this? Why were you so eager to agree? You will probably fuck up really bad. You will be the disgrace of the whole orchestra. To distract yourself and calm your beating heart you pull out your cellphone. No chance in hell are you up for a face to face pep talk from your fellow students. So, hiding in virtual social media it is.

[Tae 07.46 p.m.] you’ll do great, y/n. [Yuk 07.49 p.m.] omg omg check fb y/n. right now. NOW.

Slightly concerned by Yuks vehement tone you decide to quickly check your app.

Lee Taeyong updated his status: libido on vacation. Indefinitely. Don’t expect a postcard u losers.

What? WHAT? You don’t have time to scroll through the dozens of replies. Your music teacher ushers you all out and your brain still tries to comprehend what you just read. What does he even mean by that? And what did you mean by that when you first said it to him? And why is this performance now not even as scary as having to talk to Tae afterwards?

You are welcomed with a round of applause as you take your seat behind the piano. Shaking hands place your notes in front of you as you squirt your eyes. The lighting sucks and the humid summer air is more suffocating than usual because of the ton of people in the audience. You absently hear your teacher starting to introduce the orchestra and the evening program. You only listen with one ear as you try to make out our friends. And there they sit, in the first row, like they deserve special treatment.

Taeyong gazes in your direction. You can’t see him clearly, but you can feel the burn in his stare. And then it begins, and you play, and you know he listens, and you know he cares, and you feel enough. You’re so full of joy, that the round of appreciative noises don’t even register in your ears. People are clapping, and you see the proud eyes of your teacher staring adoringly at your ensemble. With two deep bows you leave the stage and the atmosphere backstage is electric.

Your fellow students are hugging and gushing and packing up their respective instruments. You feel such a high, that the figure tapping on your shoulder makes you jump slightly.

Irene is looking at you with uncertainty in her eyes. Milkshake Irene in the flesh. You knew that her being chief editor of your school paper presented a slight chance of her covering this concert. But seeing her so soon after you performed sours your mood – immensely. What does she want?

“Y/n?” You just arch an eyebrow and comb with one hand through your slightly damp hair. The heat is getting to you, as well as this girl, who hasn’t even said anything other than your name yet. Damn, Taeyong’s mood swings are rubbing off on you.

“Can I speak to you for a second?”, she asks with determination in her voice.

“Sure, what’s up?”, you answer, deciding to play along. Maybe she just wants some quotes from the orchestra. Or maybe she is trying to make it a triple. First the slushy thrown at you during fall break, then the milkshake at Tae on Monday. Maybe she wants to end this week with a final dump. But her hands are empty, and she seems nervous, which is not like her. Not that you know her well. But she is a semi-permanent fixture in Tae’s life, so you try.

“Uhm… I just … wanted to uhm…”, Irene releases a long breath and finishes the sentence quickly, “… apologize.”

“Say what?”, you respond dumbstruck. What the hell is going on here? Now she looks at you confused. Same here, girl, same here.

“For what I said about you?”, she continues, asking more than telling.

“Okay?”, you have no clue what this person is talking about. She had beef with your best friend, not with you. She ruined his shirt, not yours. And you are 99% sure that Tae did something cruel to provoke this incident.

“I’ve always been a bit eh self-conscious about you. You know? Him being so close to you.”, she tries to explain and motions with her fidgeting hands in your general direction. Irene … self-conscious … because of you?

“But nevertheless, I was out of line. So, I get it.”

Okay, that makes one of you. Your expression must have portrayed the confusion.

“I shouldn’t have called you an … untalented second-hand pianist, that nobody wants to hear play.”, she stage-whispers slowly, as if you are the stupid one, trying to comprehend easy words in their natural order.

“But he shouldn’t have verbally attacked me as well.”, Irene continues, not giving you any time to comprehend her explanation. “Y/n, the insults he threw at me … You would have dumped the shake on him just like I did, right?”

Taeyong defended you? Your best friend didn’t get into trouble because of his relationship drama, but because he was protecting you? And he didn’t even mention it when you were criticizing his actions? Why?

“What the hell?”, you want to say, but Taeyong beats you to it. His voice booms and he is at your side in a flash.

“I told you to stay away from her.”, he snares and looks at Irene with disgust and she takes an obeying step back, frightened.

“I … I was ju- just trying to apolo-“, she stammers, only to get interrupted by your best friend with anger in his voice. “I … I … don’t care.”, he mimics her mockingly. “Get out.”

Irene’s feet move in small, fragile steps and she backs away fast, leaving you two alone at the back of the rehearsal room. Taeyong turns his stare slowly to your eyes, softening his features.

“You were wonderful tonight.”, he says in earnest, but you just look at your best friend like he’d grown a second head.

“Oh no Mister. Don’t try to avert this conversation.”, you answer pocking him hard in the side. “What was that?”

“That was Irene being a bitch, and you being stupid enough to listen to her.”

You just overlook the stupid comment and don’t take the bait to redirect this discussion again.

“Let me get this straight … you insulted her, because she insulted my piano skills?” There is a heavy layer of wonder in your voice as you stare at him.

“Nobody belittles you, Y/n. Not when I’m in earshot.”

You huff in annoyance.

“Is my honor really worth the detention you got? Or the gossip this milkshake incident caused?”

“You’re my partner. Nobody talks shit about you.”, he states, mimicking your word choice from this afternoon.

“Use your own words, Lee Taeyong, and fight your own fights. Don’t belittle me by fighting mine as well.”

Taeyong crouches down, so your blazing stares meet. Never have you felt more powerless than in this confrontation. Your feelings for him are a dangerous cocktail and you feel tears shimmering at the corner of your eyes.

“Every other girlfriend would swoon over her boyfriend defending her honor.”, he snares still on eye-level. It feels like a punch in the face. You can taste the bile rising up. How can he say stuff like that? This is way too far out of your friendzone.

“Well, I’m not your girlfriend.”, you counter into his angry face. Saying the truth out loud is a wake-up call for your heart. Taeyong is not your boyfriend.

“Yes. You. Are.”, he growls and pushes you against the wall behind your back, caging you. You stare dumbfounded at your best friend. Come again?

“I’m so so done with … with this pretense, Y/n.”, Taeyong continues in a low voice, his body coming dangerously close to yours.

“What more do I have to do for you to notice me?”, he asks. Your head is empty, no braincell is doing its job. You just stare silently into his brown eyes brooding with emotions.

“I hear you” His warm breath is at your right ear. “I defend you” His lips ghost along your jawline. “I touch you”

And then his lips are on yours. They are as rough as his words and dominate your mouth. Like a feral animal he pushes is tongue between your lips, not asking for entrance, demanding it. Your body reacts instantly, welcoming him with a warm tug of your own tongue, your hands absently going into his tick hair. Your surroundings completely ignoring, he presses you deeper into the wall.

The contrast between the cool surface and his warm kiss makes you shiver. His tall frame is caging your body, shielding you from any remaining ensemble members. Taeyong claims you in a way not even your darkest fantasies could have imagined. His hands rest on your neck, tightening. You try to breathe through your nose, but there is no willpower and you can feel yourself getting lightheaded. A content moan escapes your throat. Taeyong responds with a deep groan of his own before reluctantly retreating from your lips.

Leaving his hands around your neck, he starts to speak again, his voice deliciously husky. “Don’t be just my best friend. Be my partner. Be mine.”

There is so much you want to answer. I’ve loved you for so long, my adolescent brain doesn’t even remember a time where it was not in love with you. I’m afraid I’ll not be enough. I was conditioned to be with you. I will always be your best friend, even if I throw milkshakes at you. I’ll be yours.

Out loud you just command: “Kiss me again, boyfriend.”

#taeyong #taeyong smut #taeyong fluff #taeyong scenario #taeyong fanfic #taeyong x reader #nct smut #nct scenarios #nct fluff #nct u scenarios #nct u fluff #nct u smut #nct 127 scenarios #nct 127 smut #nct 127 fluff #yukhei #i hope you like? #:) #thanks for reading #if you do

[jumukus]

Ensemble Stars Gacha: Meikyoushisui Chapter 1 Translation

Souma, Subaru and Anzu are talking about the recent school trip in the classroom when Natsume walks in.

notes: Natsume’s weird font is marked by the italic style. 

Souma: ...All right, it's done. I've also finished writing in the class journal, all that's left is locking the door.

Subaru: Ahahaha~☆ The timing is really something, Anzu--

Hey, Zaki-san, look at this picture. You see, Anzu is…

Oh, sorry. Are we perhaps interrupting your class duties?

Souma: It's all right, I'm almost finished. So, what about Anzu-dono? Is the picture you’re talking about on that “sumaho*”?

Subaru: Yup! These are the pictures we took during our school trip. And you see, we got a picture of Anzu at a crucial moment~. Look at this…

Souma: But Akehoshi-dono, Anzu-dono looks really angry right now....

Hm, I shall not look at it? Y-yes, I understand.

Subaru: Whoah, stop hitting me, Anzu. I'm sorry~.

All right, I'll seal this picture for the rest of my life and take it to my grave☆ You can have my word.

Souma: I have to admit, it does make me curious as to what kind of a picture it is if Anzu-dono does not want it to be seen that badly.

Subaru: Anzu was so surprised at a flying insect, she threw her head back in the photo.

Souma: What's that? I want to see.

Subaru: The timing is really something else, right? Anzu will get mad if I show it to you though, so I've got no choice but to seal it now.

Souma: That's too bad.

Putting that aside, pictures from our school trip, huh. We did a lot of things during the trip, and three days passed by just like that. It was fun.

Subaru: I know, right~. When Ukki saw you washing your hair in the bathroom, he thought you were a girl. It was really funny when he slipped!

Ahahaha! I can't help but laugh when I remember that.

Hm? It's rude to laugh, you say? But aren't you laughing too, Anzu~?

Souma: My hair is long, after all. Besides, Yuuki-dono didn't have his glasses on at the time, so him mistaking me for a girl might have been unavoidable.

Still, I feel somewhat complicated being mistaken for a girl. Do I not exercise enough?

Subaru: I think you've already trained more than enough. That's why there's no need for you to practice swinging in the classroom. I'm actually fine with it, but Anzu will definitely be mad.

Souma: Anzu-dono strongly nods her head at that remark, huh. Please do not worry, I won't do that.

Subaru: Aaa~h, I want to go on a school trip again~.

....We just came back from the trip? That’s true, but I want to go with everyone next time.

Gami-san, Occhan, and Natsume had to skip the school trip after all~.

Souma: Yes, it's a shame that they didn't get to join us.

"Andeddo" and "Suicchi" just so happened to have work on the same day as the trip.

Adonis-dono said he had quite a bit of fun at work too, though. Thank goodness.

Subaru: If that’s so, good for them, I guess~? Still, it’s sad if the only experience you have of going on a school trip is for work.

That’s why I bought sparkling keyrings and gave it to those three as souvenirs. I also bought a re~ally glittering one for myself.

Souma: So Akehoshi-dono bought souvenirs as well, huh. I, too, purchased one for everyone. Hm? I see, you also did it, Anzu-dono. What kind of souvenirs did you…

Natsume: Ugh, what are you guys DOING…? I thought everyone had already returned HOME, I misjudged my TIMING.

Subaru: Ah~ Natsume! How bold of you to come to the classroom now when you skipped all of today’s lessons.

Natsume: So annoYING, that is my own PROBLEM. If you don’t plan to shut that mouth of YOURS, I’m going to cast a spell on you so that you can’t even SPEAK.

Subaru: It’s here, Natsume’s usual habit! You can’t fool me, I know you want to get away~! I’m going to get even closer.

Natsume: Don’t cling to ME, it’s swelTERING…. Baru-kun, you’re kind of UNPRINCIPLED.

Souma: Sakasaki-dono, you came at a good timing. We were just talking about you.

Natsume: Huh~.... That’s SCARY. Even Koneko-chan is HERE; are you guys bad-mouthing ME?

Heheh, just KIDDING. You don’t have to deny it so strongly like THAT.

Souma: Hold on. Just to let you know, we weren’t discussing anything weird.

We were just talking about how we would like everyone to join the next school trip since Sakasaki-dono and the others didn’t get to participate this time.

Natsume: Hmm. Is that the reason I made a mistake in choosing the LOCATION? I must have been drawn by your KOTODAMA**.

Subaru: Kotodama? What’s that? Is it similar to Otoshidama*** or something?

Natsume: It’s kotodama. It’s when the words that come out of your lips bear power and affect various kinds of EVENTS.

Subaru: Uuhh… It sounds difficult, I don’t understand!

Natsume: You always express your feelings and speak WELL, Baru-kun, so you don’t need to know what kotodama IS.

Or are you just trying to seem like so? 

Subaru: You’re doing it again--only talking about things I don’t understand!

Souma: Now, now, you two, stop bickering. By the way, do you have any business in the classroom, Sakasaki-dono?

Natsume: Rather than calling it BUSINESS, I just wanted to have a space to WORK. The game research club room is under renovation right now so I can’t use IT.

Subaru: What about your suspicious room, Natsume? You have a room that you always use like your own room, right?

Natsume: Is that SARCASM? Well, whatEVER. Senpai told me he wanted to organize the archives in the “secret ROOM,” so I let him use IT.

I wouldn’t have lent him the room if I knew it was going to be like THIS.

And that is why I came HERE. If you guys are HERE, I’ll go somewhere ELSE.

...Oops. Don’t suddenly pull my arm like THAT, koneko-chan. You surprised ME.

Subaru: Why go somewhere else? You can just do your work here. See? Even Anzu agrees, or do you really need a wide space?

Natsume: I merely intended to organize PHOTOS. The hotel staff said they would be using the photos from our last live as a special feature on their homePAGE, so I’m going to choose which photos will be USED.

Souma: You can do that here. We won’t disturb you.

Natsume: ….

I have a bad feeling about THIS, but… You’re RIGHT. Searching for another place will be troublesome at this RATE. I’ll just go to the corner of the room and do my WORK.

Souma: Yes. Feel free to work on your job.

Translation note:

*Sumaho: Souma’s way of saying smartphone.

**Kotodama:  refers to the Japanese belief that mystical powers dwell in words and names. The notion of kotodama presupposes that sounds can magically affect objects, and that ritual word usages can influence our environment, body, mind and soul.

***Otoshidama: a Japanese traditional custom where adults give money to the children in their family on New Year.

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#ensemble stars #ensemble stars translation #enstars #Trickstar #akatsuki #switch #subaru akehoshi #natsume sakasaki #souma kanzaki

[altheaselmaisadoradarsey]

My thoughts on Hamilton West End

Thoughts on Hamilton West End 21/12/17 (night after opening!)

(This is long as shit and very messy it's full of first impressions and random things I've remembered (mainly the funny bits ngl) all mixed up together I apologise but I needed to get it out somehow cos I'm not good at expressing emotions lol, also the words funny, excited and hyper are prolly overused i apologise)

Bearing in mind I have not seen the bway show and the creative team is largely the same so I'm sure I'll talk a Talk about thinks that are similar in both

Vic pal theatre is stunning it's just been renovated our seats were sick even though we were about half way up the upper circle we had a brilliant view of the stage and the stage still felt really close

On a vaguely related note I wore my 'AND PEGGY' baseball cap and 3 of the stewards said they liked it it was cute

Act 1

FIRST THINGS FIRST THE CHOREOGRAPHY WAS STUNNING. A mash up of hip hop, modern and ballet. How you even think if that I don't know. There was always SO MUCH going on and the energy was constant - wether they were synchronised doing the same thing or all doing something different from the Schuyler sisters on the high walkway or the ensemble doing lifts in pairs even or whatever it just made me wanna dance (lol bc I can't) I can't talk about it enough but I'll stop now because I'm not eloquent enough.

Burr - voice is really unique and it was kinda weird at first (may be due to being used to Leslie) but you got used to it and I think reall suited the character? His mannerisms and physicality were SO BURR. Also was really funny! All his little one liners were done really funny-ly and well thought out.

Before they had King George to do a little announcement about phones and I love it also meant I was ready for the dum dum dumdum bc I was super nervous (in a good way?)

A.ham (song) - ahh it's such a good intro. when burr first came on there was an orange yellow light behind him and it made a super long shadow onto the stage and it was p o w e r f u l.

When they all came to the front of the stage in a line I was so excited because I've been waiting for that moment for 2 years

I LOVED Jamel Westman as Ham he was sick. He's just come out of RADA how do you deal with taking on a part like that with such little experience whoa . I must say that I think I liked him a lot more in act 2 than act 1 he seemed a bit stiff in act 1 but that may have been be I'm used to Lin who I think played him more nerdy and hyper? Kinda. I love both but Westman was insane. Also had a really nice singing voice.

Angelica slated my entire being Rachel John is perfect for that part

George Washington had a husky singing voice and it suited him so well

KING GEORGE III is possibly my favourite character ever he's so funny and extra.

I don't think Michael Jibson had the best singing I've heard in that role (but like who can even sing that it's high to kudos to him for hitting those notes) his 'kill your friends and family' was hilarious he sang the up until 'and family' which he said really seriously and then he left a massive pause where he just stared at the audience. I giggled. On the last da da dadadaaa's he did a little shoulder wiggle which was funny too! There was a couple of points over the three songs where he held long notes for even longer than necessary which was good too

Now my friends went and saw it in previews a couple of weeks ago and said they didn't really like Rachel Ann Go as Eliza so I did go in expecting to not like her as much ( I trust my friends opinions) which obviously wasn't great and I tried to go in with an open mind but I kinda understand why you might not like her however overall I thought she was good and I liked her a lot more in act 2 than act 1. At first I felt she was almost too excitable and hyper which more of a Peggy thing (speaking of, Peggy was really grumpy and cute which was funny) although Eliza did become a lot more restrained throughout the show which I think was a good choice as it helped show age and I think was more Eliza anyway. I thought her Best of Wives and Best of Women was perfect though. He American ACCENT though was not great I hate to say it but it was very British a lot of the time and in the 'ohhh I do I do I do I dooo' bit in helpless she sounded cockney? I'm sorry how

AWE IN HELPLESS ANGELICA COULDN'T GET ELIZA'S VEIL ON IN TIME SHE TRIED LIKE TWICE AND IT JUST SLID RIGHT IFF I FELT SO BAD It wasn't super noticeable though and things are bound to go wrong

In story of tonight reprise when Lauren's goes I've seen wonders great and small they all looked at Laf bc he was really short it was funny

Most of Wait for it was really still which was nice as it gave a rest from the crazy continual movement and action from the last few scenes. Also Burr has a peng voice

Ten duel commandments was super intense ahh

YORKTOWN WAS SO EXCITING IVE SEEEN ALL GHE PROMOS FOR THAT SONG AND TO ACTUALLY SEE IT LIVE SO EXHILARATING Westman was a stern leader and it worked really well

You could just tell that the audience thought it was the end of act one but NOPE SIT DOWN WE STILL GOT MORE

Also cheer on "immigrants: we get the job done" was British and polite but still there and I was READY FOR IT

on 'I'm so blue' in What Comes Next? Kings George did a little frustrated stamp and the red light he was standing snapped to blue it was good

Dear theodosia was super cute Burr and Ham were in matching costumes but Burr's waistcoat was purple and Ham's was green

Laurens' death was SAD but Cleve September is PERFECT for that role

Felt the transition from Laurens' death to not stop was bit quick, like I needed to feel sad for longer, it just sort of went straight into not stop

NON-STOP DAMN after the treasury or state bit Ham's 'lEtS gO' was so exciteable loved it.

On angelicas as it about her husband they got to the don't forget to writteee part and Angelica got taken away on the revolve Eliza was put into her place it was SO CLEVER near the end the staircase came into the middle and Washington was on the top and it was I N T E N S E

Clapped a freaking lot at the end of act one

Act 2

Dad called jeferson 'purple rain prince guy'

Seriously though the purple velvet was A Look

SUCH AN CRAZY Jefferson! Did loads of dancing and jumping and twirls is was so funny how he would just suddenly go into it

Ham snaked Washington when going in for a handshake he fully cut him off

I'm Take A Break they changed "John Adams doesn't have a real job anyway" to "the Vice President is not a real job anyway" which I think was changed so it's clearer to the audience who they're talking about

The cabinet battles were fab like I said before Westman was a calmer Hamilton but was more realistic 'We will reconvene after a brief reset' was said really sweetly to the audience like nothing was going wrong it was funny

Before Say No To This my friend just whispered Owh Dear really quietly and honestly? Mood

Christine Allado did a super sultry voice which was strong but deffo works for Maria.

The room where it happens was sick!!!

At one point the whole stage was in red lighting except for a bright white box that Burr was in it was so cool. Also VOCALS in this were amazing The Riffs!!!!

Cleve September as Phillip was cute you could really see the age difference between 9 and 19

The vocals in One Last Time we great "George Washington's going homeeeee" had me shook

In I Know Him King George seemed really crazy and manically smiled on 'that poor man their going to eat him alive'

And the crazy laughs at the end was brilliantly MANIC

He didn't leave at the end of his song just sat lower stage right and danced to the beginning of The Adams Administration which was funny but what was even better was that half way through his little introduction Burr noticed the king watching a gave him a odd look and the king just did a hand wave to tell him to continue and kept shimmying

WESTMAN'S VOICE IN HURRICANE WAS BEAUTIFUL

REYNOLDS PAMPHLET WAS FUNNY RVEN THOUGH I FELT BAD JEFFERSON LOOKED SO HAPPY AMD THE SET LOOKED REALLY COOL WITH ALL THE PAPERD FLYINV AROUND HAM BUT I COULDN'T EVEN FOCUS ON ANGELICAS BiT BECAUSE I WAS BUSY LAUGHING AT KING GEORGE DANCING WITH THE CHORUS AND ADDING HIS ONE SHEET IF PAPER TO THE MESS

oh but I loved was when Angelica arrived and the ensemble too way her bags in one motion it was slick and I enjoyed it

Burn was nice but I think Rachelle Ann Go made it a bit too vibrato-y which became kind of annoying (also I kinda felt though the entire thing she was forcing a really classical voice which was nice but didn't really work) her voice is amazing though apart from that and I really felt the reserved sorta anger in the performance

Blow Is All Away was SAD I COULD HEAR EVERYONE ONE CRYING AROUND ME, good dying (lol) on September's part

I wasn't a fan of Eliza's scream/cry when Phillip died I'm not sure what it was I didn't like but her counting WITH him was PErFECT

It's Quiet Uptown is the saddest thing ever lemme tell you. I don't cry. I cannot remember the last time I cried, particularly not at normal sad things. I saw Les Mis two weeks ago and didn't even get tear-y, so you can imagine how freaking sad this song has to be to get me to almost cry. I had pretty watery eyes and one hell of a snotty nose. It was bad. The lines like 'the unimaginable' were the worst. If you thing the cast recording is sad just wait until you see it live

After Jefferson came in with "can we get back to politics" he said it like he was tired of all the sad personal stuff which was funny and the Madison came on saying please and his voice broke like he had been crying at It's Quiet Uptown as well which was funny and it provided some well needed comic relief

When ham said he was voting for Jefferson Jeff did his twirls and dances again which was great and burr looked SO MAD

Your Obedient Servant was passive aggressive af it was great. And the ensemble was doing like lighthearted ballet and around them which actually worked really well Line change from "weehawkin, dawn" to "New Jersey, dawn" I'm assuming cos they've mentioned New Jersey more so it was clearer? Idk

Like I already said Best if Wives And Best of Women was 10/10 perfect

Ok so the world was wide enough Giles Terra (Burr) didn't do The Line™ in a really emotional way he did IT angry bc let's be honest you don't wanna compete yourself to Leslie on that so I enjoyed the change. HAMS SPEACH WHEN HE GEST SHOT IS SO GOOD I COULD NOT DEAL WITH IT

Also the choreo when Burr says "they row job back across the Hudson" they did this cool rowing move next to Ham and with the revolve it looked like they were on a boat!

I thought Eliza was quite good in WLWDWTYS "the orphanage" is such a nice bit

The gasp at the end was not made clear however. I understand it as Eliza seeing the audience and realising that her work has come true and that the legacy continues right? I only know that bc I read it beforehand, I think it could have been made clearer by the house lights come if up slightly so the audience knows Eliza seeing us. Also the way the gasp/hand move was done it made it seam Eliza was about to go into some really stereotypical opera singing? I just think she could have referenced the audience more but it's a really cute idea that I like.

All the cast bowed at the same time it was so cute and important bc everyone put in so much effort and they all deserved to be together

Straight up standing ovation oc

The play out music at the end was a really jazzy mashup of the songs and if my brain had been fully functioning after the show I would remember what songs but it was sick and they did the classic bum bumbumbum bum bum bum! At the end and the red and white bulls eye lighting they had for the duels flashed it was sick

SPEAKING OF LIGHTING IT WAS INCREDIBLE

THERE WAS LIKE A LIGHTING CUE EVERY 3 SECONDS I DINT KNOW HOW THAY MANAGED IT BUT IT WAS ALL SO WELL THOUGHT OUT AND CLEVER LIKE THERE WAS LITTLE LIGHTS AROUND THE EDGES LIKE STREET GRATES THAT IF LIKE BURR WAS IN ONE SIDE IF THE STAGE AND HAM ON OTHER THE GRATES WOULD BE ORANGE ON ONE SIDE AND BLUE ON THE OTHER. EVERY. SINGLE. DETAIL. Yes I'm gonna rant bc techies don't get enough respect

I've definitely missed so many things I wanted to put here but I was quite overwhelmed which I think is understandable when I've been waiting for over two years for it but it was so so worth it.

Ok I'm done I might add more if I remember goodnight folks

#Hamilton #Hamilton West End #personal #thoughts #refff #musicals #Alexander Hamilton #Aaron Burr #Lin Manuel Miranda

[peakyxshelby]

Big City Dreamers

Anon wanted reader and Henry (Michael) reuniting after he leaves for Birmingham even though he had tried to reach out to her. What better way to get back into the swing of things with a Michael Classic.

When he had left, you were very fucking mad. You hated him so much that you sat alone and cried for nearly three days straight after his mother had told you the news. Henry had been your rock since you were old enough to spell and your heart broke at the fact that he left you without a goodbye. You loved him and you thought he loved you too. Those three days were hell. Your head spun and your heart ached as you sat on the fence of his family's field praying that you would see him coming running over the hill.

On day 4 the first letter came. “Dear (Y/N), I’m in Birmingham with my biological mother and family. This is my chance to get out of the village like we’ve always talked about. I’ll be back for you as soon as I figure things out. Into the city (Y/N) where we belong. Please call me on this number I have so much to tell you already. See you soon, Henry.” He attached a small piece of paper with his number written on it. You didn’t phone him. You thought about it, so much so that the numbers once written on the paper had faded from your constant fiddling with it. This was his chance to get out and you wouldn’t be the one to stand in his way.

After that you still longed for him and thought about him every day but you knew he was out there being the best version of Henry he could be, out there where he belongs. In the weeks to come more letters came. He wrote about how he was having the best time, told you about his cousins and his mother and Birmingham itself. He sounded happy and that’s all you wanted. He attached the number and begged you to phone him in every letter. But with each letter the happier he seemed and the more you knew you made the right decision by letting him go. It was too painful to open the rest of the letters and eventually he stopped writing them. And just like that, the boy who you truly believed was your soul mate was a stranger you didn’t think you’d see again.

A year later you got out of there like you always planned. You moved to Manchester and began to attend a course in order to become a car mechanic. You were the only girl in your class but this didn’t phase you, you loved it. Cars had always interested you and this seemed like the perfect opportunity. But in order to pay rent, you got a job at a mechanic garage taking calls and sorting payments. You were happy with how things were going and you loved the city life, just like Henry always said you would.

A tall man dressed smartly head to toe walked up to your desk at the front of the garage with a group of similarly dressed men standing at the door lighting cigarettes. You flashed him a smile as he locked eyes with you.

“How can I help you today sir?”

“Will you fetch Smithy for me love, we have some business to sort out.” You nodded politely at the man before making your way to the door that lead into the garage. Your boss, Smithy, had warned you about men that know his name. It normally means trouble he always used to say when he was training you up.

“Ah, Mr Shelby! Wasn’t expecting to see you til later on but come on through she’s in the back,” smithy led the man through with him to show him a car you assumed. “(Y/N) offer those men tea out there they’ve had a long journey up from Birmingham!” With that, the men disappeared out the door leaving you thinking of Henry again.

You shook off your thoughts and got on with it making your way out.

“So can I offer any of you guys tea? I’ve heard you’ve had a long journey up here,” you announce with a smile as you approached the men who all had their backs to you. Two of the men snapped round quickly while one seemed like he froze on the spot.

“Would love some darling,” the older looking one called back as the two walked towards you. “Make that three actually.”

“No problem just take a seat in here and I’ll be right back.” you spin around on your heels to head back in when you heard him.

“(Y/N)...” you knew that voice, it was deeper and huskier but you still knew it. You couldn’t move from your spot as your heart started beating faster.

You turn around slowly not knowing what to do and then you saw his face. He was bigger now, a lot more muscle on him. He looked mature turning into quite the young man.

“Bloody fucking Henry,” you pretty much choke letting your accent fully come out.

“Well Johnny,” the older one said taking the younger one who was looking at the two of you very confused, by the shoulders. “I think that’s our cue to leave. I’ll find the kettle.”

He stood staring at you saying nothing, but his eyes didn’t leave yours. After a few more moments of silence, you stepped forward about to speak but he cut you off.

“What are you doing here?” he asked almost angrily.

“Working, need to make money somehow.” you reply nervously now. You had imagined reuniting with Henry many times but this was never one of the situations you planned in your head.

“No in Manchester, why are you here? It’s not safe here,” he seemed angry still and his expression was breaking your heart.

“I live here…” silence again.

After a long moment, he let out a breath and stepped forward pulling you into a hug. You hugged back taking in his scent and how he has grown finally letting yourself relax.

“I missed you,” you whispered as you pulled back from the hug.

“You didn’t call though.” you realised why Michael had been so angry, you never called.

“Henry I…”

“It’s Michael now,” he interrupted.

“What?”

“My name. It’s Michael now.” You looked him up and down before giggling to yourself.

“Michael huh? You never really were a Henry.” you could see the corner of his lips curl up into a smile even though he was trying to keep a straight face.

“Well Michael, you were happy. You got out. The only thing tying you to that place was me and I didn’t want to be the one holding you back.”

“You made me happy (Y/N).”

“But I couldn’t give you what they gave you. They gave you opportunities, chances to make a better life. I could never give you that.”

“I never wanted you to give me that I wanted you there beside me.”

“But we both know it wouldn’t have been that easy. I loved you, Michael. I loved you enough to let you go. I knew you needed to find out who you were for yourself and not to be coming back to the place you were running from for me.”

“I’ve thought about you every bloody day you know? No one compares to you and it honestly does my head in how I can’t forget about you,” he jokes nudging your side a little.

“I wish you knew how much I cared.”

“I knew,” you said quietly. “I’m sorry, I really am. But there was no way in hell i was letting you ruin your chance. and look at you know!” you laugh slightly while stroking his tweed jacket that was part of a marvellous ensemble of a very nice suit.

“Stop…” he sighs waving your hands away laughing a little as you teased. he had missed this, you both had. “

After a few minutes of chatting and catching up, you were in awe at how much of a man Michael had become. He had really found himself in Birmingham you could tell by the way his eyes danced hone he spoke about it. You told him about your course, job and new life here in Manchester. You both got out, not together, but all the same you did it.

“Michael,” a loud voice came from the door of the garage. you both turned around to see the three men Michael had arrived with and your boss Smithy standing staring at you both. “Let’s get a move on, want to be home by dark.” You could see Michael begin to panic looking around from the tall man then back to you.

“Two minutes?” he asked pleadingly. The man nodded and carried on walking towards his car while the youngest of the other men started sniggering childishly while the older of the two pushed him along. You turned around to see Smithy had disappeared too.

“Well Michael,” you laugh emphasising his new name, “It was a pleasure to meet the new and improved man that our little Henry has become.” Michaels' face stayed stern even though you were trying to joke and make fun of the situation,

“I don’t want to lose you again,” he stated very bluntly stopping you in your tracks completely.

“Then don’t,” you say mimicking the tone he spoke in. with that, you walked forward leaning up and planted a gentle kiss on his lips. you pulled back to see his face lit up. That was some kiss. a good one for not having had one in over two years. “You know where to find me,” you smiled before letting go of his hand and walking away leaving the boy absolutely stunned.

It definitely wasn’t long until you saw your michael again.

#Peaky Blinders #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders imagines #peaky blinder imagine #peaky blinders images #michael shelby imagine #michael gray #Michael Shelby #Michael Gray imagine #michael gray x reader

[anotherhelplesshamiltrash]

Moonlight

Phillipa x Reader

Notes: Reader continues in Hamilton while Phillipa moves on to Amélie, their relationship becoming long distance for a while. Phillipa surprises (y/n) with an unexpected visit. I write this with all respect to Pippa, Steve and their relationship as this is purely fictional. Enjoy! (Ps: this if my first request ever! What?! Sorry it took so long!)

Word count: 4817 (I know)

Warnings: just a lot of fluff, no time for sadness around here.

– Is it still warm? – you ask your girlfriend through Skype, walking with your laptop to the kitchen.

– Actually, it’s getting chillier around here. Not as much as in New York, I bet. – she replies on the other side of the country, laying on the couch of her rented apartment.

– Oh, that I can tell you for sure.

– Is it snowing?! – her eyes widen; you’d think that with all those years living in Chicago, she would be sick of snow, but no. She still gets adorably excited for the first snow of the season.

– Not yet. But it’ll happen anytime now. Did I mention that Christmas sucked without you? – you walk around the kitchen, assembling the ingredients for dinner.

– Only about fifteen times. – she teases with a smile.

– Well, it did. I mean, I love my family and I guess it was technically okay but I missed you so much.

– We were on FaceTime for hours! – she laughed – But I agree that it’s not the same.

– Thank God your parents managed to visit you or I would have panicked at the thought of you spending Christmas by yourself. Are you sure you can’t make it for New Year? – you unconsciously tilt your head to the side.

– Positively. Can you make it?

– No. I tried everything I could, but Thomas insisted that the understudy had dibs on that holiday or something. – you shrugged, adding some vegetables to the pot and stirring.

– Dibs? Doesn’t sound very professional now, does it? – she raises an eyebrow.

– I might have paraphrased a bit. – she laughs, the sound making your heart soar – The point is I have to be at the theater on New Year’s Eve. I could swear that going from an understudy to a regular cast member would have more advantages.

– Sorry, love. No special treatment whatsoever. Wait a minute, is that your famous vegetable and pesto soup?! – she leans toward the screen trying to get a better look.

– My specialty. – you smile broadly. – Come home and it’s all yours.

– Trust me, if I could, I would.

– Any plans for tonight? – you ask while stirring the pot.

– One of the ensemble ladies is celebrating her birthday today and the cast is getting together for drinks. I’d much rather hang out with you though. – she rests her head on the couch with a slight pout on her lips.

– Aww babe, I’d love to chat the night away with you, but you should go. You’re the leading lady, they’re gonna notice if you’re not there.

– You’re right. – she sighs – Better go get ready then.

– Alright, text me later.

– I will. Love you. – she gets up with her laptop in hand.

– Love you too. – you smile before her image fades from the screen, leaving you to your empty apartment.

Pippa has been away for only three weeks and you already miss her more than words can say. As her number one fan, you’re beyond proud of her in this new project, wanting the whole world to know what a true star she is. As her girlfriend, however, you can’t help but wish the pre-Broadway run was being held in New York instead of Los Angeles. You decided to move in together in the middle of the year, right after she left Hamilton. Sure, maybe a year and a half together was still a bit too soon for the next step but you were having sleepovers so often that it was almost like you lived together already. And since you wouldn’t be working together, it was only fair to live closer. Through Lin’s recommendation, you visited the apartment in the heart of Washington Heights that has become your home. You loved everything about it: the large windows with the view of the George Washington Bridge, the wood floor, the large kitchen and the fireplace in the living room. But nothing seemed the same without Phillipa there. You miss the lazy mornings, the sun coming through the bedroom window like a blanket, the two of you still intertwined. Her sleepy eyes slowly getting wider with her cup of coffee. Her arms around your waist while you make pancakes or scrambled eggs or anything your hearts desire. Her voice before warming up, still a bit raspy but as angelic as one could be, singing softly. With a melancholic longing you can’t quite describe, you turn on some music. The soundtrack of The Last Five Years fills the apartment, distracting you while you prepare your soup. Once it’s ready, you serve yourself and head to the living room, where you binge watch Gilmore Girls until bedtime, exchanging a few text messages with Pippa.

The week goes by and slowly, but surely, the big day gets closer and closer. You try your best to stay in touch with Phillipa, although the different time zones and your busy schedules make it a lot more challenging than you imagined. It feels like there’s always one of you stuck in rehearsals or performing or attending meetings but you somehow make it work with quick phone calls, FaceTime/Skype sessions and text messages. And since she left for the West Coast, you spend most of your time thinking about your relationship and how essential she has become in your life. It’s weird to realize how far you’ve come. You’ve known Phillipa for many years as you both went to Juilliard around the same time, although you didn’t have that much contact back then. You bumped into her a few times and had the pleasure of seeing her various performances, but that was basically it for the two of you. She was breathtakingly beautiful and ridiculously talented and by the time you were a sophomore, she was already a senior. Not to mention that she had a boyfriend and you were still questioning your sexuality. When you bumped into her on the first day of rehearsals for Hamilton, both of you single, you didn’t waste any time and asked her out for a cup of coffee on that same day. After two years of dating, she swears she had a crush on you back in college but “didn’t know what was your deal”. Now you try to imagine your life without her, but you just can’t. Not a happy one.

You’re on your way to the Richard Rodgers Theater on a particularly cold Friday when you receive a PipMoji. Now those always make your day. This time, Pippa recreated the tongue-hanging-out emoji, which you replied with your version of the closed-eyes-smiling face, earning a few odd looks on the A Train. You go on with your day as usual, a decision running through your brain. Before the show, you meet with Anthony, your closest friend from the cast, at the coffee shop nearby to catch up. He left the production in November but you continued to talk and meet regularly over coffee or drinks. Sometimes Jasmine would come along, as you were also good friends, but this time it was just the two of you. You pull the heavy doors of the bustling establishment, your eyes scanning the place when you hear a familiar voice.

– Yo, (y/n)! – Anthony calls you from a table near the back and you smile, making your way towards him.

– Ant! It’s so good to see you! – you greet him with a hug before taking the seat in front of him.

– You too, kiddo. – he teased you with a grin, even though he was only a few months older than you – Caramel latte, right?

– Yep. – you gladly accept the drink as you usually take turns buying them and this was his. – So, what’s up with you?

– Not much, really. Having my well deserved rest before the whole madness of shooting a Netflix series begin, hanging out with Jas a lot. You?

– The usual. Eight shows a week, talking with Pippa whenever I can, thinking about proposing. – you drop the bomb casually, as you were talking about buying a new phone. He nearly chokes on his drink.

– You what?! – his eyes widen with surprise.

– I’m thinking about proposing. – you laugh at how foreign that sounds – I mean, we’ve been together for almost two years and I know it’s not a lot, but people usually get engaged around our age. And I love her to pieces. I think she’s the one.

– Wow. I mean, that’s great! That’s awesome! You’re clearly meant for each other. – the surprised tone turning into excitement.

– You think so?

– I know so. – he smiles reassuringly – So, do you have the ring?

– Yes! I bought it a bit impulsively a couple of days after she went to LA.

– How does one buy an engagement ring impulsively? – he raises an eyebrow.

– By taking a walk to distract one’s self now that one’s girlfriend is on the other side of the country, when one comes across a cute jewelry with a discount sign. – you explain in between laughs – And it was there when I walked in. The perfect ring.

– And you kept it for this long without saying a word? – you nod in response.

– I mean, I thought about returning but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. One time I even brought it with me to the store but when I got there, I turned around and left. I guess part of me already knew. – you ramble as Anthony nods attentively.

– Well, can I see it? – he asks with curiosity.

– I’m not carrying it with me, but I have a photo. – you reach for your phone, scrolling through your gallery when you find it – Here it is.

You hand your phone, displaying a photo of the diamond ring with little sapphire stones, a beautiful detail that represents not only Phillipa’s favorite color, but her signature dress on the musical that brought you together. The perfect ring for the perfect girl. (x)

– It’s perfect, (y/n). – he hands back the phone with a giant smile – So, when are you going to pop the question?

– When she comes back next month. I was thinking about that scene in Friends when Monica proposes to Chandler, you know? – he nods – And I think I’m going in that direction. Roses and candles around the apartment for when she gets home and a special dinner afterwards.

– And then you’re totally gonna get laid! – he exclaims a bit too loud, your turn to choke on your coffee.

– Ramos! Oh my god! – you cover his mouth with your hand while he laughs.

After chatting for a couple more minutes, it’s time to go back to the theater for your performance and, with another hug, you say goodbye at the door. You arrive right on time, quickly putting on the storytelling costume for the opening number and warming up your voice again while getting your makeup done. You’ve been a part of this show for years now, but it was only when Jasmine left that you became the regular Peggy/Maria, which still makes you a bit more nervous than you used to be. With a deep breath, you sing your way through the first song quite smoothly. It’s only during Schuyler Sisters that you glance through the audience and could almost swear that she was there. Maybe the whole proposing thing is getting in your head. During intermission, you notice Karla and Hope talking in hushed tones and giggling while looking at your direction. Weird. Rory, Jordan and Mandy walk by, the three of them giving you knowing looks and contained smiles. “What on Earth is going on?”, you think to yourself. There’s no one way they know about the proposal already. You distract yourself with your phone, absently scrolling through Instagram. Places are called and the majority of the cast heads to their marks, but you opt for another cup of water, having some minutes to spare before your next song. On your way to the water cooler, Javi walks to you in a rush.

– Row L, center orchestra. – he says briefly with a smile and a nod, then he’s gone.

You pause for a moment, disoriented, when you remember the water you were about to get, your eyebrows still furrowed as you drink. Once you hear Lexi and Jordan singing over the piano, you’re back on performance mood, checking if your lipstick is in place before walking upstairs. It’s only when the sound of the cello fills the stage that Javi’s words start ringing through your ears again. Row L, center orchestra. Still in the wings, you manage to look in that direction and your heart skips a beat. There she is, in all her glory, attentive eyes probably going through jet lag. So that’s what the fuss backstage was all about. Almost missing your cue, you perform Say No To This with even more passion; an attempt to impress your girlfriend in the audience. Act 2 is over soon, though not fast enough for you, who could barely contain your excitement. During curtain call, Phillipa jumps up and down in the audience, occasionally ceasing her applause to point at you and exclaim: “That’s my girl!”. You can’t help but laugh at her enthusiasm, blowing her a kiss before the curtain closes. You rush to your dressing room, exchanging the costume for your street clothes and, as soon as you’re done, there’s a knock on your door. You open it as fast as you can, jumping into her arms as she laughs.

– Oh God, I missed you so much! – she smiles against your neck.

– I missed you more!! – you reply, breaking the embrace to look at her.

Your hands move to the sides of her face, holding her gently as if she is the most precious being in the world; and in your eyes, she is. Her arms rest on your waist, pulling you closer. You have an overwhelming need to freeze time and live in this moment, relishing every second of it. Her hair cascading down her shoulders, her rosy cheeks, her gorgeous smile. Oh, look at those eyes. You stay like this for a few more seconds before her lips are on yours, your hands moving to her neck, deepening the kiss. It’s all so familiar and yet so thrilling. She tastes like coffee and something sweet that you can’t distinguish and when you reach for air, you feel eager for more.

– I thought you couldn’t come. – you mention with a smile, still holding her.

– I couldn’t, but after we talked on Monday, I just couldn’t bear not being with you for the holiday. So, I cashed in a few favors and voilà! – she makes a cute pout, her eyes sparkling.

– Hmm.. it was the soup, wasn’t it? – you raise your eyebrows, earning a laugh.

– I can neither confirm nor deny it. – she gives you a peck on the lips – Come on, let’s go home.

With your fingers intertwined, you say goodbye to your fellow castmates and head home, the happiest you’ve been all month. You suggest cooking dinner, but she insists that it’s much too late and, before you know it, pizza is already on its way. You continue your episode of Gilmore Girls while waiting for the delivery to arrive, although you end up rewatching it over dinner since you were too entertained with each other to pay attention to the screen. She tells you all of her adventures with the newest production of Amélie and you get her up to date with the recent stories from the Hamilton cast; the door decorating competition leaving both of you breathless from laughter. Everything feels right again.

After a rather busy night, you wake up to the early daylight pouring through the blinds, Phillipa’s arms around you. You gently turn around to face her, breathing in the coconut scent of her shampoo. She slowly opens her eyes.

– Good morning, Ace. – she gives you a lazy smile.

– Good morning, Huntzberger. – you give her a quick peck on the lips – Jess is still my favorite though.

– Ditto. – she lets out a small laugh – What time is it?

You roll over to pick up your phone from the bedside table. With a quick glance, you put it down again.

– Nine o’clock, we could still get some more sleep. – you snuggle closer to her, your head resting on her shoulder.

– I wish I could, but I have to run a few errands in the morning and then I’m meeting Jasmine for lunch so we can catch up. – she explains while playing with your hair.

– What? You’re gonna leave your poor old girlfriend all alone after weeks of being apart? – you hold her a bit tighter and she smiles at your drama.

– Only for a couple of hours. I’ll be back before you notice. – with a kiss on your forehead, she gets up, putting on your oversize Hogwarts t-shirt that was hanging on the chair.

– Hey. – you call her attention.

– Hey? – she turns around to face you.

– Stay.. – you sing, reciting the words from the show. She walks up to you with a smile and kisses you briefly.

– Lord, show me how to say no to this. – she smiles and turns around again, making her way to the bathroom.

– I’m pretty sure that’s not how this part is supposed to go. – you tease her with a raised eyebrow.

– What can I say? I have more self control than Alexander. – she smiles, closing the door. The sound of the shower serving as a reminder that she’s here.

While she’s getting ready, you make her a cup of coffee and blueberry pancakes, which she gladly accepts before heading out. After breakfast and another episode, you wander around the bedroom for a moment, opening one of your drawers to check on the small velvet box that you hid between your socks. You reach for your phone with the box still in hands.

– Ant! Hi!

– (Y/n)! Jas just left to meet with Pippa, how great is having her in town? – he says excitedly on the other end of the phone call.

– So, so great! I had no idea she was coming, she just showed up at the theater yesterday. – you confess, unable to contain your happiness.

– Wait, really? You had no clue at all? – he asks with a tone of surprise.

– Not at all.

– Wow, you girls are better at keeping secrets than I thought. Yesterday I was talking to Jasmine and I almost mentioned the proposal.

– Ant! – you let out a squeal, your heart beating at bit faster at the thought of Phillipa hearing about the proposal before it happened.

– Don’t worry, I didn’t say a word. So.. you haven’t propose yet, have you?

– No, I haven’t. – you sigh – But honestly, having her around and knowing that I have the ring.. I don’t think I can wait until next year.

– (Y/n), next year starts tomorrow. – he laughed while you rolled your eyes, aware that he couldn’t see it through the phone – But I get what you’re saying. A New Year’s Eve proposal sounds awesome.

– So you don’t think I’m crazy? Should I go for it?

– Oh, you’re totally crazy. But Phillipa is just as crazy about you.

– Thanks, Ant. – you smile at the box – See you at the party.

– See ya. And kiddo, – he pauses – Good luck.

With determination in your eyes and your heart racing, you get changed to face the cold weather of the city. One Uber drive later, you find yourself in the fancy venue where the Hamilton New Year’s Eve Party will take place. The owner who rented the space for the cast, luckily for you, is supervising it when you arrived and, after hearing your situation, allows you access to the rooftop of the building. With no time to lose, you gather the items you’ve brought from home and start setting up the place. After a few hours of mostly cleaning and rearranging, your work is done. The only thing left to do is light up the candles, which you would do so in the evening. Thanking the owner once again, you make your way to the Richard Rodgers just in time for the warm up. You even manage to sneak out of the theater to grab a veggie wrap and a small bag of potato chips at the coffee shop around the corner. The show goes by as usual: Burr lives, Alex dies, Eliza tells their story. Same old, same old. You silently thank Yesterday You for remembering to bring your outfit to the theater the day before. Quickly putting on the new scarlet colored dress with a black trench coat and heels, you make a few adjustments on your hair and makeup before grabbing your purse. You place the velvet box inside the trench coat pocket, giving it a last reassuring squeeze before leaving your dressing room.

The cast is reunited around the stage now that the audience has left so that everyone can gather for carpool and taxi rides to the venue. Phillipa is laughing with Renee and Oak when she spots you across the room. She looks painfully beautiful, her navy blue dress under an unbuttoned white coat. As you’re walking in their direction, she gently grabs Renee by her arm and says loud enough for you to hear:

– Yo, this one’s mine. – the three of you laugh with her, clearly glad to have her around.

Renee wastes no time and quickly reaches you, holding your arm with a broad smile.

– Where are you taking me? – you raise an eyebrow, trying your best not to laugh.

– I’m about to change your life. – Renee replies with a giggle.

– Then, by all means, lead the way. – you attempt your best Lin impersonation, causing her to look the other way to hide her laughter.

Oak grins, taking a step backwards when you reach Phillipa, who is standing in the corner of the stage with shy smile and wandering eyes.

– Elizabeth Schuyler. It’s a pleasure to meet you. – she makes a small bow with a smile that could thaw the coldest heart.

– Schuyler? – you turn to Renee with furrowed eyebrows.

– My sister. – she smiles at Pippa, truly meaning those two words.

– Thank you for all your service.

– If it takes fighting a war for us to meet, it will have been worth it. – you place a gentle kiss on the back of her hand.

– I’ll leave you to it. – Renee lets out a laugh, Oak applauding as you offer your arm and she gladly takes it.

– Come on, you nerds. We have a party to go to! – Lin announces with a playful smile, hand in hand with his wife, Vanessa. He must have arrived during your little scene since he was the only one missing from the group.

– You heard the boss. Let’s go! – Javi smiles at the group.

Soon enough, you’re on your way to the venue, sharing a cab with Groffsauce and Oak. You try your best to focus on the lovely conversation you’re having instead of your heart, which is beating like crazy. Pippa is on another car with Jasmine and Anthony, the latter being responsible for slowing them down so you could arrive first to make final adjustments. Suddenly, your phone buzzes with a text notification.

From: Ant

Just made them stop to get a hot dog. Jas is not happy, but you should have enough time to set things up. I’ll send Pippa straight to the rooftop when we arrive.

You smile at the phone screen, quickly responding.

To: Ant

You’re the best.

Feeling a little bit calmer, you walk into the building, pretending to be surprised at the decoration even though you saw the staff putting it all up earlier. With the excuse of going to the restroom, you walk to the elevator, heading for the rooftop. You light up the candles to form a walkway in the middle of the roof with rose petals and a couple more candles all around it. You decide to stand at the end of the walkway, taking in the view. It’s so cold, but the view of the city with its thousands of lights make it worthwhile. Soon enough, your phone buzzes with another text.

From: Ant

The eagle has landed (aka we’re here).

With a small laugh, your hand goes to your pocket, feeling the blue velvet box. Your heart beats so fast you could swear it would fall out of your chest, but you have no doubt that this is the right decision. The elevator door opens with a confused Phillipa inside.

– What’s going on? – she laughs, stepping out.

Her mouth falls open when she sees the candles, the roses and, most importantly, you looking at her with a radiant smile. You walk towards her and she meets you in the middle of the walkway. You hold both of her hands, taking a deep breath before you start talking.

– Phillipa, everyday with you feels like a dream. Not to insinuate that life is always perfect, but whenever we share a moment, even and maybe especially the mundane ones, I’m overwhelmed with this feeling of home. When you see me in the morning with my hair all over the place and just not cute, and you smile at me. And when we have breakfast in those mornings where neither of us has a place to go and we can just go back to bed if we want to. When we wash each other’s hair in the shower. When we sing together, from the quietest lullabies in the early morning to belting our lungs out in the car. Hell, even buying groceries after a stressful day can seem to cheer me up if you’re with me. – both of you laugh, your vision getting blurry with tears – I remember seeing you walk through those halls in Juilliard and thinking how you looked like an angel among men. Afraid to fly too close to your light. And then I spent years wondering what could have been if maybe the timing was better. Then Hamilton came along and I knew it was the universe giving me a second chance and, goddammit, I just had to take it. You make me happier than I ever thought I could be. You’re my soulmate, my best friend, my home.

Now there are definite tears running through both of your cheeks as you reach for the velvet box in your pocket. You get down on one knee, opening the box to reveal the ring. She covers her mouth with her hand while you continue to look into her eyes.

– Phillipa Soo, will you marry me? – you ask her with a smile, every fiber of your being shaking.

– Oh no! – she squeals as if she just realized something; you hold your breath – I mean, that’s not my answer! It’s just that I..

She reaches for her pocket, grabbing an identical velvet box. She then gets on her knees in front of you, opening the box to reveal an exact same diamond ring, except with ruby stones instead of sapphires. It’s absolutely gorgeous. (x)

– I was gonna propose before the countdown. – she looks at you, both of you surprised and confused for a moment until you start laughing.

– Wait, wait, wait, I had a speech planned! – she exclaims and, with a deep breath, she takes your hand – (Y/n), you’re the best thing that has ever happened to me. You’ve shaped me into the person that I am today in more ways than you could imagine. You make me want to be a better person and that’s all I’ve ever wanted from a relationship. Being with you is an adventure and I can’t wait to continue this adventure for the rest of my days. (Y/n), will you marry me?

– Yes! – you nod with a huge grin on your face – Will you marry me?

– A million times yes. – she smiles back with the same intensity.

You take out the ring from the box to carefully place it on her fourth finger and she does the same. The two of you stand up, still holding hands. You look at each other for a moment, wanting to remember this night in the tiniest details and, with a giggle, she pulls you closer. The kiss you share is slow and passionate, making you feel on Cloud Nine. Still during the kiss, you feel cold drops on the top of your head and at first you think it’s rain. It’s only when you open your eyes, Pippa still in your arms, that you realize it’s snowing. The first snow of the season. She looks around, her mouth open in awe, making you smile at her adorableness.

– The snow in the moonlight. – she sighs, her arms around your waist, taking in the view.

– And your childlike eyes and your distant smile.. – you sing softly, swaying without music.

– I know I’ll always be this happy again. – she turns to look at you with stars in her eyes.

– I like your version better. – you smile, sharing another kiss.

You and I, and no one else.

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