#tommy burr

[citizenscreen]

Tommy Noonan and Raymond Burr in “Perry Mason,” 1961 episode, “The Case of the Crying Comedian.”

#tommy noonan #raymond burr #perry mason

[scurvgirl]

I haven’t seen this on my dash so here it is. The U.S. House of Representatives passed a bill codifying same-sex marriage and it is now going to the Senate where there really is an actual chance of it passing. Sure, there are assholes who won’t support it, but there are Republican senators willing to support it and we need their support to get this passed. If you live in a state with a Republican senator, please call the senate office telling them that as a constituent, you support same-sex marriage and the Respect for Marriage Act.

The following senators are reported to be undecided, if one of these senators is yours, CALL!!!

Richard Burr, North Carolina

Roy Blunt, Missouri

Mike Braun, Indiana

Joni Ernst, Iowa

Cynthia Lummis, Wyoming

Rand Paul, Kentucky

Mitch McConnell?, Kentucky (yeah, I’m shocked the evil undead gizzard demon is in the undecided category as well but...might as well pressure the fucker)

Mitt Romney, Utah 

Mike Rounds, South Dakota (specifically Mr. Rounds is quoted as acknowledging difference between a religious marriage and a legal one, go ahead and specify that you support granting couples the legal rights and protections that are given with a legal marriage)

Rick Scott, Florida 

Dan Sullivan, Alaska (notably, Mr. Sullivan is quoted to recognize and respect the existing Supreme Court ruling on same-sex marriage! Pressure this man!!)

John Thune, South Dakota

Patt Toomey, Pennsylvania

Tommy Tuberville, Alabama

Todd Young, Indiana

This information was gathered from CNN on 7/21/22.

For clarification: Same-sex marriage is legal in all 50 states right now based on the 2015 Supreme Court ruling. But, with the court standing as it is and with Roe being taken down, codifying same-sex marriage in law would mean that the Supreme Court would have a much, MUCH harder time stripping away the right. This is important. Marriage as a legal binding is critical to allowing spouses to visit each other in the hospital, make medical decisions, share assets, adopt and form families, and more. We need TEN Republicans to support the bill, so far there are FIVE likely supporters - we need AT LEAST FIVE MORE.

Please reblog this!!!

#us politics #respect for marriage act #same-sex marriage #queer rights #gay marriage #gay rights

[jinxremoving]

#vote on this and reblog it

[shubblelive]

— BACKSTAGE PASS

— summary : will has always loved hamilton, but that's definitely not the reason he goes to see it live more than five times.

— genre : fluff

— warnings : barely any dialogue, mentions of a panic attack, food/eating, mentions of character death (reader's on-stage son dies but it's discussed for like one second)

— pairing : cc!wilbur soot x fem!actress reader

— featuring : cc!wilbur soot, cc!tommyinnit, cc!tubbo, cc!nihachu, cc!shubble, cc!jack manifold, cc!philza (with his wife), cc!ranboo (pretty much all just mentioned, will, tommy and niki are the only ones with dialogue)

— pronouns : she/her (used once, but reader does play a female character)

— word count : 1.3k

— note : reader plays eliza in 'hamilton' but you don't have to have seen the show to understand the fic. also ig this is part 2 to my willbur x musical thetre reader but it's not connected in any way to the other one.

it was opening night, and you were resisting a panic attack in your dressing room. one of the stage hands was tugging hopelessly at the skirt of your dress, desperately trying to hide your mic with the skirt. you hadn't had a rehearsal with this exact dress before, since it had had needed alterations, but you had one with a similar one, and none of the costume designers had realised your mic pack would stick out so obviously. curtains were due to open in ten, you could hear people from backstage, and no one wanted you to go onstage with a lump in your costume, which had been fitted to rest perfectly against your skin.

you were scrolling through your phone, trying desperately to calm down. you were trending on twitter along with some of your costars, and you flicked your thumb up and clicked on something random on the trending list, assuming you would just see a bunch of tweets about bitcoin or something that you didn't care about.

instead, the first tweet was from someone you had never heard of. "@ tommyinnit have you seen hamilton?" you clicked out of it, expecting to see the tag was about the show, when in reality it was about the person who tweeted. wilbur was his name, and according to the trending page, he had done a twitch stream and sung one of the songs. you hestitantly went back onto it, slightly curious. you'd never heard of this guy, but from the videos he seemed funny, goofy in a slightly awkward way. one of the responses - the top one - was a reply from tommyinnit himself, though you had no idea who he was either. it was a picture of wilbur with another guy, presumably him, with the hamilton sign in the background, waiting to get in their seats. "no, only lame people go and watch musicals."

"hey," one of the stage hands touched your elbow gently. "we got you another mic set, we got six minutes until curtain, eight 'till you're on. we got this," you helped as she undid your blouse, unhooked the mic, and you spent the next few minutes on a walkie with some of the tech crew making sure it was working properly." you had just done the top of your dress back up when you heard the opening notes play, you taking your position sidestage.

wilbur was wedged into a seat between tommy and jack, wishing he'd accepted niki's option of swapping seats. she was with ranboo, tubbo and shubble over near the aisle, while they were right in the middle. since it was opening night and the show was overwhelmingly popular, they hadn't managed to get seats all together. luckily, they could sit in groups of three, with phil and kristin sitting a few rows back. but unluckily for wilbur, tommy wouldn't shut up.

the lights were dimming, and he had to elbow the blonde boy in the rib and gesture to the stage so he didn't get shushed by someone nearby. the opening notes began and will finally allowed himself to feel excited. he watched as all the familiar characters came on, finally getting the visuals to accompany the soundtrack he fell in love with. burr, laurens, lafayette, mulligan before finally alexander hamilton himself. the only reason he knew who anyone was before their names were said was literally because he had listened to it so much he could tell their voices apart without the visual component.

you glided onstage, beige skirt billowing out as he started singing, and wilbur found his eyes glued to you. you were in the background for most of the opening number, except for when you interacted with hamilton.

tommy jabbed him in the rib, wiggling his eyebrows as he tilted his head towards you. you weren't in the first few songs much, except in the rafters, but wilbur watched you. finally, the first parts of your song came on, and he sat up straighter as he watched you and your two sisters come on.

the show was incredible, he knew it would be. the way you all moved around the stage, with the music vibrating through his hands resting on the armrests. the music, the atmosphere, the acting, they all enhanced the experience of something that already brought wilbur a great amount of joy. but when he watched as the dancers surreptitiously picked up the paper they'd thrown everywhere until the stage was clean except for you, a fake stone bench, a lantern and a bucket. he had goosebumps, watching tears roll down your cheek as the paper in your hand burned, flames slowly growing. you threw the letter down into the bucket, grabbing your long skirt and marching to the front of the stage.

he could even hear tommy and jack's breath hitch in their throats as you belted. it was a sad song, of course, but you made wilbur want to go and punch the guy who played your husband.

"she's good," tommy commented. all wilbur could do was nod. he was almost relieved when you finished your last note, not wanting to see you so heartbroken. his relief only lasted for one song, before suddenly the lights snapped down and you let out distraught scream, watching as your son died in your arms.

he was crying, jack was crying, even tommy was sniffling. the rest of the show was more political, thankfully. but for the last song, watching you stand centrestage with the entire cast behind you as you sobbed, wilbur was already mentally searching for tickets in his mind.

after that, they went to mcdonalds, tommy's phone sitting on the table vlogging them. "what did you think, will?" niki nudged him gently with her elbow.

"mhm" will looked distractedly into his fries. "good,"

when she didn't reply, his head snapped up. niki sat across from him, eyebrows raised. his cheeks burned as she laughed, not meanly, and he hoped desperately that tom would have the tact not to put that in the video.

he did eventually get three more tickets for two days later, and phil and kristin agreed to go and see the show again with him. this time he was able to focus on you in the background more since he'd already see the show.

your costume, a billowing blue dress, made you look absolutely gorgeous and will couldn't take his eyes off you. your character had one of the saddest arcs and his heart broke whenever tears welled up in your eyes. he was never able to cry on command, and the fact that you could filled him with admiration.

now, you didn't recognise everyone. you'd seen literally thousands of people over the last three days. but you saw wilbur. it helped that you already knew who he was (you'd stalked his instagram after opening night), but you noticed him the second time he came.

and the third time, a week later. it was a big theatre, but somehow your eyes zoned in on him.

perhaps it was wishful thinking on his part, but he'd made eye contact with you twice. he'd followed you on twitter after that third show and almost had a stroke when he saw you follow him back.

over the next month, two things happened:

1. he went and saw you two more times

2. phil tweeted "@ wilbursoot are we streaming tonight or are you going to watch hamilton for a sixth time?"

he'd laughed, scoffing at phil's tweet, ready to type up the site to find tickets and take a photo to continue on with the bit. then he saw your reply.

"@ wilbursoot if you're not already sick of the show, i might be able to get you some free tickets?"

well he would be stupid not to take them.

#mcyt #wilbur soot #mcyt x reader #mcyt x y/n #mcyt x you #myct x reader #mcyt x actress!reader #wilbur soot headcanons #mcyt wilbur #wilbur x you #wilbur soot fic #wilbur mcyt #wilbur soot fluff #wilbur soot x y/n #wilbur soot x you #wilbur x reader #wilbur x y/n #wilbursoot #wilbur soot x fem!reader #hamilton reader #🐈 wilby

[pupyr0arz]

mermaid!soap x ghost. Unfinished Drabble.

He speaks thrice a week. He has it down to the ticking of the clock in his hut, the one source of noise down there by the rocks aside the wave and the braver sea-birds. Every Monday when the sun crests the horizon he takes the long path down to the docks and stops by Price’s inn. He greets him with a fatherly grunt and a comment about the weather, cautious and concerned. 

He doesn’t listen to any of Price’s warnings of bad weather, and Price knows it too. 

Wednesday is the next time he hears his voice, when he takes the catch in. Gaz comes by and if he didn’t count the handful of responses he gave it still would because he speaks for an entire village. Tells him what feels like every detail of every man, woman and child’s business up and down the country. Trots beside him on the fussy beast of a creature he calls a horse and sticks like a burr to his backside all throughout the afternoon. Gaz minds his business when it comes to him, though.

The third and final time is in the dead of night. He walks up the craggy path with a lantern and waits for the moon to rise to light it. He settles on his knees in front of the gravestones, carved deep and true so their names don’t fade for years, and he talks. Inanities, comments and jokes, the happening around town. Old and new, he speaks and speaks and speaks until his throat bleeds and his knees cramp and he nearly tumbles off the cliff when he gets up at dawn. It’s a long ranting, raving speech, he’s sure he’d look entirely mad to anyone stupid enough to follow him up there. He doesn’t let them get a word in edgewise, but it burns in his head nonetheless as he makes his way down, unsteady as a fawn.

Mum wouldn’t be happy at all, she’d be right cross. She was never a fiery woman though, all sad-eyed looks and mournful sighs when she found wrong in the world. She’d fuss over the state of the hut and sit by his bedside, offering wet rags like he’s a lad and sick with a fever like she always did when she wanted to help him. She’d fuss about all of this silence, the loneliness of the ocean. She never did like it when he went quiet as a youth, saying that nothing was worse for the head than filling it full of thoughts left to rot. She’d wanted better for him then, wanted him to go to the city and find work there, leave the craggy cliffs that scraped the sea with their claws and left the great widow-maker to her own devices. She’d wanted him to take that butchery apprenticeship and pack away, leave behind the salt and spray rather than be one of the many non-people to sink among the waves.

Tommy would just be pissing mad, that is. He had their fathers temper, both of them  when had to admit to himself in the quiet of the night. Tommy’s only flared brighter and hotter because he struck out at the world first, clawed at it for his place. Ever the older brother, determined to be the first. He had wanted out since the moment he heard of the city at all. He would’ve been miserable here.

He tries not to let it taint his days. It’s a losing battle, but his trade has settled in his bones now. He wakes and sleeps by the sounds of the tide and he’ll find himself at dawn with the taste of salt in his mouth. He keeps his boat towards the southernmost end, where the sea is as still as stone most days, silent quartz mirror broken by the gentlest of ripples. It reflects him, smoothing the turmoil in his head into quiet nothingness, clouds a blip on the surface of the water. Not once does he dip a finger in. There’s nothing under that calm surface but danger, he knows better than to try it.

He’s not married, and isn't interested in any of the girls that float though or anchor themselves in town. They don’t approach him often, eyeing him with caution. Better odds on picking the humble, inviting town boys than the silent, scarred fisherman. It doesn’t change a thing to him, even if Gaz and Price prod at him every once in a while.

Life is as it is, cyclic, endless in repetition, formation of a thousand possibilities in lockstep. The sun rises, yellow disc carelessly spilling over onto the ocean, flames at the bottom of his boat. The moon rises, perched high in the sky and watching over the rippling grasses. His name loses meaning, and he becomes that loss. Rumors rise and fall. Calm weather and storms trade turns, finding him unmoving as the cliff-stone.

It’s a silent day when the cyclic abruptly crawls to a halt. When the still, silent and waters of Ghost’s soul finds itself parted abruptly, tugged into a fierce upheaval. It comes without warning, without sense, swifter than any arrowhead and sharper than his knife. The apathy that colors his eyes vanishes when they meet his, all blues and greens like the ocean fed a bit of herself into two jewels and placed them for anyone to take in his head. It’s replaced so fast, Ghost doesn’t even notice. He doesn’t miss it, either.

One nameless day, the blue sheen of the water is cut by something, a foreign color that shimmers beneath the surface. He doesn’t recognize it immediately, that catches his eye more than any of its unusual features, blurred beneath the ripples of murky  water and the shadow cast by his boat. It’s slow moving, placid, then it thrashes once the net covers it, but Ghost is used to being jerked around and bites down on his tongue and digs his heel in, cursing to himself as he hauls it’s struggling form inch by inch. It’s almost respectable how violently it fights for its life. 

“I swear on the lord,” he snaps, twisting the net around his hands, the rope biting into his skin sharply, “I will gut you and eat you right bloody here right now, no matter how much you cost.” 

That is novelty enough, the fourth time already breaking the ritual, the strange appearance of the thing in his net that seems more wide-fins and shiny scales wrapped up in a ball than any sort of dish he knows, but then at the sound of his rough cracking voice it stills Ike a frightened rabbit. He nearly falls over from the sudden slack before he recovers.

The net spills open onto the deck, the mistake suddenly so minuscule Ghost forgets the net even exists as the catch flops onto the deck. It’s no fish he’s ever heard of, no eight armed man eating beast that idiot Graves once bragged about catching himself.

It looks almost like a man, almost, head and hair and hands even, but it’s body extends, serpentine and scaled like a fish. It glistens with copper red scales and bright blues, fins sprouting from its skin like any other creature from the sea. 

It looks up at Ghost, wide-eyed. Crystal blue, like sea-glass and the stones the town-men brought back from travels to adorn their brides throats, soft lips and nose.

The first thought, which is less of anything in any coherent language and more of an urge that builds in Ghost’s bones and tugs deep within him at his navel, is that he wants to touch it, cup its face into his hands and trace the contours of skin and scales and the boundaries where they blend and dance together. The second thought is that it’s trying to pull itself overboard. 

The third thought is lost when he leaps forwards to bind it, cut off amid the clumsy scuffle.

#ghostsoap #cod #writing #drabbles/snippets #ghost #soap #simon ghost riley #johnny soap mactavish #soapghost #Gaz is a nickname #Only his mom calls him Kyle

[kechiwrites]

How would Ghost react if reader did actually move on and got in a relationship with someone else when he was absent for years?

I think it would make him worse. I think reader not having anyone in a romantic sense made it easier for ghost to slowly insinuate himself into your space, to show up unannounced, to present himself as a fuck when you needed it, all the while planning to become a permanent fixture.

If reader had had someone, if Neil had worked out, if Tommy's daycare teacher had the guts to speak her mind when she first met you, if the man who sold you Tommy's used crib hadn't lost your number when you gave it to him, it would have made Ghost so much more unbearable. Because he'd speed through the process. He wouldn't have given you time to get used to it, to acclimate, he wouldn't have let you introduce him to Tommy on your terms, on your time frame. He would've told your son who he was the second he met him. Would've bought the house next door. Because if you had someone, they'd know what he knew about you. That you're good. So good. So right. That you can and should fit into the side of someone, under their arm and around their waist, you can and should give them your love, your smiles, your time. And they wouldn't be a coward, they would lock that shit down. They would take you away from him.

I think he'd become the burr in their side. Whoever had you. Whoever you had. He'd lurk like a stain on your beautiful family portrait, on Tommy's fridge drawings. Be a black mark so jarring, so insistent, that eventually, the pressure would wear them down into nothing. Until they disappeared on you too. And then Ghost would be there. Next door. In your missed calls. On your couch. Until he could pick up the pieces.

#what an asshole! #baby blue fic #baby daddy ghost #ghost x reader #ghost x black!reader #ghost x gn reader #kechiwrites #kechi chat #asks #anon #requests

[kleenexwoman]

Kk3 au where Johnny and Daniel end up together

1) Johnny isn't at school after winter break.

Daniel wonders if he's okay. He goes up to Jimmy, who isn't the most approachable Cobra but who is probably the least likely to kill him, and asks if Johnny's still in the hospital or something.

Jimmy looks at him blankly and says he doesn't think Johnny went to the hospital. He called him to see if he wanted to hang out before Christmas, but Johnny said he was busy with stuff and that he'd see him when he was finished with it.

Daniel asks what stuff. Jimmy says he didn't ask.

Bobby asks why the hell Daniel wants to know, then softens when Daniel reminds him that he saw Johnny get strangled by his sensei, too. Bobby tells him that Johnny isn't ready to come back to school, which makes sense.

Daniel says that he hopes Johnny feels better, and that if Bobby talks to him, maybe he can just tell Johnny that Daniel hopes he's okay. That there aren't any hard feelings. He'll even spar with Johnny if he wants.

Dutch sneers and says he's asking to get his ass kicked.

As Daniel walks away, he can hear Tommy saying, "I can't believe you even bothered to talk to that little maggot. You're not gonna tell Johnny all that shit, are you?"

2) It wasn't Johnny that Daniel was afraid of.

Newark was a hard, cold town. There wasn't much work, and there were plenty of brown faces in the town to turn against each other when the car company moved down to Mexico to find cheaper brown hands. Daniel knew the cold flash of fear in the pit of the stomach that comes when you see the glint of a knife or the barrel of a gun.

He'd gotten a switchblade from Cousin Enzo and taken it to school, flashed it at Peter Dabish when the oversized prick tried to fuck with his friend Cici, and nearly gotten kicked out of Aaron Burr High School, home of the Fighting Governors, in favor of the Joseph Pesci Reformatory for Boys.

California seemed safer. Sure, Compton was full of gangs, but Reseda was merely mildly seedy. And West Valley High School promised little more dangerous than social ostracism by blonde pastel-clad children of privilege.

For fuck's sake, the scariest guy in school did karate instead of carrying a piece. And he was skinny. Well, not so much skinny as slender, with long graceful limbs layered with gentle curves of muscle, and a tiny waist, and a chest more curved than barrel. The bruisers back home were all chunk, built like bricks, bulked with pasta and pork, heavy with flesh. Johnny looked like he'd been carved away over time by a stream of water.

Sure, five against one was shit odds, but Daniel knew that a knife doesn't help when you're outnumbered anyway. It's just another thing that can be taken and used to hurt you.

Daniel could have hurt Johnny badly enough to end it, if he'd wanted to. He wasn't an idiot. The kind of places that would sell a kid an illegal blade or even a gun under the table were always easy to spot in Newark, and they didn't look much different in L.A.

He was scared of what he saw when he'd looked into John Kreese's dark blue eyes. Whatever was in there was hungry, hollow, and blank. Something that had cut itself off and refused to be reached. Something that only took and didn't know giving. Something that didn't know limits.

Daniel was scared that the thing driving John Kreese would push Johnny too far. That the posturing, the pushing, the pressing against lockers, that it would explode into something real.

He really didn't want to have to hurt Johnny. Johnny had been hurt enough already.

3) The All Valley was the second night of Hanukkah and Johnny was sleeping in his car by the eighth night.

Sid had a big party at the house the night after. Since Mom was Christian, he liked to call it Christmas-kkah. There was a tree and ornaments, and there was an electric menorah in the window that looked like nine plain, ugly glass tubes that lit up in a plain, ugly sodium yellow. If that was supposed to represent the miracle of having enough oil or whatever the fuck the whole thing was about, that sure didn't look like it meant shit. The potato pancakes weren't even any good, soggy and flavorless because nobody was eating fat.

Sid gave Johnny a blue sweater that didn't fit him, a check for thirty-six hundred dollars, and a sweaty rant about how Johnny needed to stop getting his face beaten on purpose before a big party. Did Johnny want everyone to think Sid beat him, get a reputation for being a domestic abuser and ruin his career? Was that his game?

Johnny gave Sid a head hung low, a bite of the lip, and a tear in the eye. He gave Sid the generous, frankly unwarranted gift of the most sincere-sounding apology he could muster. He promised Sid that it would never happen again.

(He couldn't make himself tear up until he started to think about the prospect of leaving his mother alone with the bald piece of shit. But he'd begged Mom to just take the money she had tucked away and leave, let Sid take everything else in the inevitable divorce. She'd always said she couldn't.)

Mom gave him a bunch of things that were nice, but that he didn't really need and had never asked for. That weren't really his style, but something between the chunky, shiny bright reds he'd liked as a kid and the soft, slender pastels she seemed to like him in. She also gave him a card that had a little trophy on it and said "To A #1 Champion of A Son!" on the inside.

"I'm so proud of you," she said to Johnny, and hugged him. "You always do so well when you put your mind to it. You only ever have to try."

The report card came in. Johnny got more C's than D's this time, but Math had plummeted from a B to a D, and Phys Ed was a B instead of an A because of all the shit he'd given LaRusso that year.

Sid screamed at him that he was never gonna get into a college, that he'd wasted hundreds of thousands of dollars on Johnny, that Johnny was gonna end up as a janitor scrubbing toilets. Then he shoved a brush and bucket into Johnny's hands and followed him around while he demanded that Johnny scrub all twelve toilets in the house by hand without gloves.

Later, retching, scrubbing his chapped hands with moisturizing soap, he looked to his mother for comfort.

She stood in the doorway and said softly that he'd done a good job cleaning the toilets.

Johnny left before sunrise, everything he wanted to take in the trunk of his Avanti, then drove to West Valley High and slept in the parking lot.

He found a new place to crash before the school year started up again. It wasn't hard. He looked good, and that made it pretty easy to make new friends who'd shoot you a few bucks now and again. As long as you were, you know... Properly grateful.

#cobra kai #karate kid #the karate kid #lawrusso #johnny lawrence #daniel larusso #part 1/2

[lasnevadaslaborunion]

The first time Wilbur showered after being brought back to life, he cried.

He'd forgotten what running water felt like. The air underground - if there was air at all, after all, there were days when he forgot he had to breathe at all, and he'd never once passed out - always felt dry and dusty, with a faint chill that never quite cut deep enough to justify the coat pulled tightly around his shoulders. The temperature was always just a few degrees shy of comfortable, no matter what he did to adjust himself.

He breathes in, and reaches to adjust the shower knob. The water warms in tiny increments. He breathes in again, drinking in the humidity. He puts his hands against the wall. Slippery white tile, gentle against his nail-marked palms. He closes his eyes, tilts his face toward the downpour, and tries to forget the texture of rough gray stone.

When he can no longer feel pollution in his lungs, he picks up a bottle. The cap clicks open, and he cradles something cold in his hand.

Fingers tangle through his curls, first hesitant, then frantically scrubbing the dirt and smog and train station stench out of hair and skin. The flowery-fruit smell of the hair products he'd borrowed an hour before fills his nose, his mouth, coats his ears in a film that blurs the trickling sound around him. He scrubs harder, until his scalp stings and there are strands clinging to the back of his hands when he pulls them away. He keeps scrubbing, keeps breathing, deeper and heavier with each inhale until all he's aware of is the smell of citrus and jasmine and lavender soap, like a garden sprouting in his stomach and growing upward into his throat.

One last shaky inhale, a whiff of something too-sweet and faintly chemical beneath the blossoms, and memory blooms behind his eyes. Tommy, bringing a bouquet of dandelions from a field, dirt smeared across his sun-kissed and smile-speckled cheeks. His father, ruffling his hair and picking out burrs with careful, tender hands. Fundy, little Fundy, fur slicked back with water and soap bubbles, ignoring the offered towel and giggling as he shook droplets everywhere.

Wilbur's back meets the cold tile wall. He melts into the downpour, and lets the flowers in his lungs escape.

When he climbs out and pulls his clothes back on - how rough that old coat felt now, against his newly softened skin - his cheeks and eyes are still red. He jokes to Tommy about getting shampoo in his eyes. Tommy jokes about how he can still see the crusty clumps of hair where the shampoo hasn't fully washed out. Wilbur runs his hand over his forehead again, letting it linger on the sticky silk. When he pulls away, he can still feel petals between his fingers.

#dsmp #c!wilbur #my writing #fanfiction #shower posting #y'all INSPIRED me today #jo's fic

[bellqmione]

there's genuinely not one musical that i don't always listen to in its entirety except for hamilton. even carrie has skips (i don't care about tommy). every hamilton song is such a banger and i try to sing all the voices. i literally just sang the whole thing, worked out, then thought "okay. again, this time with passion" and now i'm aaron burr again

[dontmeantobepoliticalbut]

Fourteen Republican Senators, including Mitt Romney and Rand Paul, have voted against providing healthcare and benefits to US veterans who came home from America’s post-9/11 wars sick and dying from rare cancers and respiratory illnesses.

On Thursday, the Senate passed the SFC Heath Robinson Honoring Our PACT Act – a landmark bill that will presumptively link 23 conditions to a veterans’ exposure to burn pits while on deployment overseas.

Now, around 3.5 million US veterans who lived and worked next to the huge open-air pits will finally be given automatic access to healthcare and disability benefits if they develop one of these conditions on their return home.

The bill sailed through the Senate with largely bipartisan support, with 84 Senators voting in favour of its passage.

All Democrats voted yes to passing the bill – but 14 Republicans voted no.

The senators who voted against were: Mitt Romney and Mike Lee of Utah, Rand Paul of Kentucky, Richard Burr and Thom Tillis of North Carolina, Mike Rounds and John Thune of South Dakota, Richard Shelby and Tommy Tuberville of Alabama, James Lankford of Oklahoma, Cynthia Lummis of Wyoming, and Mike Crapo and James Risch of Idaho.

Senators Steve Daines and Roger Wicker were absent from the vote.

Despite the efforts of the 14 Republicans, the bill is likely just days away from being signed into law.

It first needs to go back to the House for passage before it can be sent to the desk of President Joe Biden.

However, passage in the House is almost certain as all Democrats and 34 Republicans voted in favour of its passage back in March, sending it sailing over the threshold with a 256 to 174 vote.

In that vote, the only lawmakers voting no were also Republicans.

Among them was Rep. Lauren Boebert, who was slammed for heckling as Mr. Biden spoke about burn pits in his State of the Union address.

The Senate has modified the House version to create a phase-in period for illnesses presumptively linked to toxic exposure, meaning a new vote is needed in the House.

During America’s post-9/11 wars in Iraq and Afghanistan, huge open-air pits were used to burn mountains of trash including food packaging, human waste and military equipment on US military bases.

Thousands of US service members returned home from deployment and developed health conditions including rare cancers, lung conditions, respiratory illnesses and toxic brain injuries caused by breathing in the toxic fumes from the pits.

But, until now, the burden of proof has always been on veterans to prove their condition is directly caused by this toxic exposure and almost 80 percent of disability claims mentioning burn pits were turned down by the Department of Veteran Affairs.

The bill was renamed in March after the Sgt First Class Heath Robinson who died in May 2020 from a rare cancer caused by breathing in toxic fumes from burn pits while serving in Iraq in the Ohio National Guard. He was 39.

Two years on from his death, the bill passed on his daughter Brielle’s ninth birthday.

Susan Zeier, his mother-in-law, said that the bill’s passage means she now no longer needs to “carry Heath on my shoulders”.

Ms. Zeier gave an emotional speech outside the Capitol after Thursday’s vote where she told how she has been wearing her son-in-law’s army jacket for the past four years to draw attention to the plight of veterans fighting for healthcare and disability access as she and other advocates lobbied the US government.

“I’ve been wearing this since the summer of 2018 and today, with this bill passing the Senate, I think it’s time to retire it,” she said.

“I no longer have to carry Heath on my shoulders while I’m advocating for all the other veterans who are out there sick and dying.”

Ms. Zeier described her son-in-law as a “wonderful father” who was “always helpful and always generous” and fought his cancer “valiantly” to “survive as long as he could for his daughter”.

#president joe biden #biden administration #burn pits #us military #iraq war #afghanistan war #war on terror #cancer #the independent #department of veterans affairs #SFC Heath Robinson Honoring Our PACT Act #us senate #sen. mitt romney #sen. mike lee #sen. rand paul #sen. Richard Burr #sen. Thom Tillis #sen. Mike Rounds #sen. john thune #sen. Richard Shelby #sen. tommy tuberville #sen. James Lankford #sen. Cynthia Lummis #sen. Mike Crapo #sen. James Risch #sen. Steve Daines #sen. Roger Wicker #2022 #lindy li #us politics

[artzychic27]

I’m making a miraculous theater kid au, do you have suggestions for the play or the cast? ( the main Heroes are ladybug! Sabrina and Cat! Alix btw

I have like ten ideas for a cast for different plays

(Gonna assume you want canon characters, but just in case, I got OCs in red. Also, slashes means different choices)

Be More Chill💊

Jeremy: Jean

Michael: Nino

Christine: Mireille/Ondine

Jenna: Alya

Rich: Ismael/Alix

Jake: Kim

Chloe: Aurore/Zoe (Ha!)

Brooke: Myléne

Mr. Heere: Ivan

Mr. Reyes: Max

Squip: Denise/Austin T/Marc/Rose/Kagami

Dear Evan Hansen📝

Evan: Adrien

Connor: Marc

Jared: Nathaniel

Zoe: Reshma/Sabrina

Alana: Cosette/Alya

Heidi: Zoé

Larry: Simon/Adrien

Cynthia: Aurore

Heathers💣

Veronica: Juleka

JD: Jean/Mireille (JD was female in some versions. Look it up)

Heather C: Reshma/Alya

Heather M: Sabrina/Lacey

Heather D: Aurore/Ondine/Cosette

Kurt: Kim

Ram: Nino

Martha: Denise/Rose

Miss. Flemming: Myléne

Bud Dean: Ivan

Mr. Sawyer: Nathaniel

Mrs. Sawyer: Marinette/Zoe

Hamilton🪶

Alexander Hamilton: Jean

Eliza Hamilton: Mireille/Lacey

Aaron Burr: Nino

Angelica Schuyler: Kagami

George Washington: Ivan

Marquis de Lafayette & Thomas Jefferson: Max/Simon

Hercules Mulligan & James Madison: Ismael/Adrien

John Laurens & Philip Hamilton: Austin T/Nathaniel

Peggy Schuyler & Maria Reynolds: Marinette/Alya/Reshma

King George III: Kim

SIX (Just… Screw gender for this. A guy understudied for one performance, let’s just do this)👑

Catherine of Aragon: Denise/Aurore

Anne Boleyn: Nathaniel/Cosette/Marinette

Jane Seymour: Sabrina/Ondine

Anne of Cleves: Alix/Nino

Katherine Howard: Reshma/Kim

Catherine Parr: Myléne/Juleka/Jean

The Lightning Thief⚡️

Percy: Jean

Annabeth: Kagami

Grover: Nino

Mr. D: Ivan

Luke: Marc/Simon

Ares: Nathaniel

Charon: Cosette/Alix

Silena: Reshma/Juleka/Sabrina

Sally: Denise/Alya

The Oracle: Nathaniel

Mrs. Dodds: Marinette

Clarisse: Ondine/Zoe

Katie: Myléne/Aurore

Mr. Brunner/Chiron: Adrien

Poseidon: Kim

Hades: Marc

Medusa: Rose

Kronos: Ismael/Max

Emojiland (Also screw gender because they’re emojis) ✌️👍👊👌✋

Princess: Reshma/Aurore/Jean

Prince: Marc/Rose/Adrien

Skull: Ivan/Juleka

Pile of Poo: Lacey

Police Officer: Alya

Construction Worker: Ondine/Alix

Nerd Face: Nathaniel/Marinette

Smiling Face with Smiling Eyes: Cosette/Sabrina/Zoe

Person in Business Suit Levitating: Alix/Max/

Smiling Face with Sunglasses: Ismael/Myléne

Guard: Nino/Kagami

Kissy Face: Mireille

Beetlejuice🪲

Beetlejuice: Jean/Kim

Lydia: Rose/Sabrina

Adam: Nathaniel

Barbara: Lacey/Zoe/Marinette

Charles: Nino

Delia: Myléne

Miss. Argentina: Alya/Denise

Otho: Ivan

Girl Scout: Juleka/Mireille/Cosette

Maxie Dean: Austin T/Adrien

SpongeBob the Musical🌊

SpongeBob: Jean

Sandy: Alya/Reshma

Patrick: Kim/Adrien

Squidward: Ismael/Nino

Mr. Krabs: Ivan

Plankton: Max/Simon

Karen: Cosette/Sabrina/Denise

Pearl: Rose

Carrie🩸

Carrie: Zoé

Sue: Myléne/Sabrina

Tommy: Nino/Jean

Chris: Kagami

Billy: Adrien/Ismael

Miss Gardner: Juleka/Cosette

Margaret: Denise/Aurore

Mr. Stephens: Ivan

Norma: Alya

Frieda: Marinette

Helen: Mireille

George: Kim

Stokes: Marc

Freddy: Nathaniel

Pippin 🎪

Leading Player: Nino/Reshma/Zoe

Pippin: Jean/Adrien

Berthe: Cosette/Sabrina

Catherine: Mireille

Charlemagne: Nathaniel/Kim

Fastrada: Marinette/Denise/Lacey

Theo: Rose

Lewis: Ismael/Ivan

Take your pick

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #musicals #kwami swap #be more chill #dear Evan Hansen #heathers #Hamilton #carrie the musical #six the musical #spongebob the musical #pippin #the lightning theif musical #emojiland #beetlejuice #cast list

[thechaoticcheese]

10 Favorite Characters, 10 Fandoms

Thank you @echos-girlfriend and @sun-roach for the tag! I couldn't reblog it properly with the rest (my phone started to die) so I started a new one.

1. Avatar the Last Air Bender - Zuko

2. Star Wars the Clone Wars- Ahsoka

3. DC - Batman

4. Red Dead Redemption 2 - Arthur Morgan

5. Skyrim- Teldryn

6. DSMP - Tommy

7. Warrior Cats - Jayfeather (Art by ARVEN92 on deviantart)

8. Adventure Time - Marceline

9. Arcane - Jinx

10. Alexander Hamilton - Aaron Burr

#this took so long to make i haven't realized that I'm not apart of s lot of fanfoms #literally started reaching at old fandoms about halfway down #then memory was like: oh yeah! #10 fav ocs in 10 fav fandoms

[aro-throughyourchest]

more loci tommy au things (credit to @sunlitmcgee for the AU) sorry for the last post

Had a thought train about Techno where because now he can never say Anything bad about tommy because Tommy will just hear it he actively brings weedwhackers everywhere (let me explain)

The first time he’s just like “you mean I finally don’t have to hear his voice? after all this time?” a bunch of burrs and stickers grow around his ankles and latch onto him that take AGES to pluck out

the second time weeds start growing everywhere nonstop and you hear Techno screaming “TOMMY STOP” as he’s driving his sword through about 3 feet of thistles

And now his solution isn’t to stop, but to come prepared.

#I hope hurting the land doesn’t hurt tommy #c!tommy #Tommy would hear techno constantly talking about his winter boots and be like #oh FUCK you

[hermithomebase]

LOVE YOU :( the world is cruel to us

SO FUCKING CRUEL AND EVIL.

i remember after jacks stream walking the dsmp mourning tommy i was experiencing genuine psychosis about his aaron burr parallels and this was pre him seeing hamilton and i sent him a dono about it and he said once he saw it he’d come back to that—even though i don’t like him anymore i hope when he finally saw it it clicked in his brain

#prompt.input #that would make me happy i think

[duelamort]

ham is the type of person who wouldn't accept defeat (despite being defeated), get actual advice / lessons from burr, then show up just to show tommy j that he didn't need his help after all

(read: a liar)

[captainthomasrobbie]

Masterlist of my fics;

Arkin O'Brien/ The collector;

About Hawks and Snakes

Chad Charming;

What remains of Chad Charming

Requiem

Charlie Lonnit;

Frozen with fear, burning with hatred

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Characters /plus the fandoms their in/ that I'm very happy to talk about;

!I RP, DRAW, WRITE FICS, OR JUST VENT ABOUT THESE CHARACTERS!

!Also y'all'll maybe see some fics about those so if ya want anything, all you need to do is ask!

- Arkin O'Brien (The collection series)

- Adam & Lute (Hazbin hotel)

- Mark Mayhew & Antonio Geist (Don't feed the muse arg)

- Tyrell Wellick (Mr Robot)

- Aaron (Creep)

- Charlie Lonnit (The devil in me)

- Tommy Angelo (Mafia 1-3)

- Chad Charming (Descendants)

- Googleplier (Markiplier)

- Chase (Jacksepticeye)

- Unus Annus (+Ethan)

- Josh Washington (Until Dawn)

- Aaron Burr (Hamilton)

- Logan Sanders (Sanders sides)

- Phantom (Natewantstobattle)

- Matpat (GTLive)

- Chris Bean (Goes wrong show)

- King Dice (CupHead)

- Gavin Reed (Detroit; BH)

- Lady D (Resident Evil)

- Trevor/Julian (Would you rather)

- Mycroft (Sherlock)

- Killian Jones (OUAT)

- Michael (The good Place)

- Andy Dufresne (Shawshank redemption)

Will be adding if I find a new obsession or remember an older one!

#tyrell wellick #mr robot #charlie lonnit #the devil in me #chad charming #descendants fanfiction #descendants #googleplier #jse chase #markiplier #jacksepticeye #unus annus #Crankygameplays #ethan #ethan nestor #josh washington #until dawn #aaron burr #hamilton musical #logan sanders #sanders sides #thomas sanders #phantom #natewantstobattle #natemare #matpat #gtlive #madpat #puppeteer #Robin Sweets Studios