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receiving is just as good as giving >:3 - mod brodie bruce’s tiny paper cup
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Beautiful People 👑
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hump day dump 23
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“I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord
And I’ve been waiting for this moment for all my life, oh Lord
Can you feel it coming in the air tonight? Oh Lord, oh Lord“ 🎶 #raw #eliminationchamber
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Wish I took more pics! Best weekend vibes. I feel like I stretched my stomach out I ate so damn much I’m actually scared lowkey 🤣🤣
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VICTORIA MONET! I’m always a fan of shooting couples on The GlamBOT but not often is the double a mother and daughter! Victoria was awesome and Hazel was so cute! Though I think she might have been a bit overwhelmed so I tried to use my inside voice when directing this one, opposed to my typical red carpet screaming lol. This one is fun, hopefully I’ll get to shoot the two of them next year! #victoriamonet #colewalliser #glambotbts #livefrome #grammys
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A Los Angeles Theatre Review: 'The Winter's Tale’
A Los Angeles Theatre Review: 'The Winter's Tale’ at Antaeus Theatre Company
I’m not exactly the biggest fan of Shakespeare so for me to go out of my way to review a Shakespeare play absolutely requires that it has a meaningful diverse cast with global majority actors in significant parts (with the director preferably being global majority as well). It JUST happens to be that this is 2 for 2 that I’ve seen the Antaeus Theatre Company deliver another winner with their…
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#Adam J. Smith#Ann Noble#Antaeus Theatre Company#Brian Kim McCormick#Catia Ojeda#Claire Simba#Elizabeth Swain#JD Cullum#Kaci Hamilton#Peter Mendoza#Sabrina J. Liu#Shakespeare#Shannon Lee Clair#The Winter&039;s Tale
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More Hamilton photos. The public spaces have an industrial aesthetic, with polished concrete floors and exposed ceilings, which recall the industrial history of the site. The flow of space continues inside from the courtyard, guided by a series of laser cut metal screens.
#Hamilton#Philadelphia#Apartments#Amenities#Laser cut screens#MY Architecture#Michael Shannon Designs
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More Hamilton photos. The public spaces have an industrial aesthetic, with polished concrete floors and exposed ceilings, which recall the industrial history of the site. The flow of space continues inside from the courtyard, guided by a series of laser cut metal screens.
#Hamilton#Philadelphia#Apartments#Laser cut screens#Amenities#MY Architecture#Michael Shannon Designs
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The prosperity of 'Tobar' decreased from the
time the priest's curse fell on it. Its final destruction came about on June 22nd 1861. There came a terrific storm of thunder and lightening, the worst ever witnessed in Ireland since or before. It appears as if this storm was purposely sent from God for the destruction of 'Tobar'. The terrific rain which followed, caused terrible floods. These floods came only on the small area around 'Tobar'. The flood went straight into the houses and rose up to the roof of each. It could easily have got out but would not. The people pulled out the windows, and after a long time the water went away. Among others, the house of the Hamilton Clan was destroyed, and its owner, their leader, jealous to see McLoughlin's house was not being destroyed as quickly as his was ,- seized a crowbar and made a breach in the wall. The water rushed in as soon as it had found an opening; and destroyed before it. When the water cleared away, the people returned to their homes, only to find them completely wrecked. Only five or six houses were spared, and the occupants of the less fortunate were forced to seek a living elsewhere. For weeks afterwards, bales of linen and barrels of Poteen might be seen floating down the Shannon. During all this horror, the water of the well did not remain undisturbed. It ascended into the foot of a mighty ash-tree about four feet above its former level. After a time the tree fell down, and formed a semi-circle round the well. For a long time the water remained there and at last went back to its original place. This tree was cut down lately, but the wood or timber, looked upon as sacred was not used for any purpose. The hollow in the bush near the ground may be seen to-day and is known as the place where the well was in former times. It is not deep, and is circular in shape.
- The Schools’ Collection, Volume 0206, Page 008-10.
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Here's my tierlist of my favorite Cars Characters. Note that this is just my opinion... If you disagree... It's completely fair... I don't have to kill you in order to like it.
So who are in my list?
S/Childhood Favorites - Mcqueen and Sally
SS/Legends - Doc, The King, Smokey, Louise Nash, River Scott, Junior Moon, Jeff Gorvette, Lewis Hamilton, Dale Earnhardt Jr., Darrel Cartrip, Bob Cutlass, Brent Mustangburger, David Hobbscap
A/Best/Lovable Characters: Mater, Cruz, Francesco Bernoulli, Finn McMissile, Holley Shiftwell, Flo, Ramone, Cal Weathers, Bobby Swift, Luigi, Guido, Tex Dinoco, Daniel Swervez, Lizzie, Stanley, Rusty, Dusty, Miss Fritter, Sheriff, Sarge, Filmore, Rod "Torque" Redline, Red, Jackson Storm, Mack, Otis the Lemon, Natalie Certain, Leland Turbo, Miguel Camino, Max Schnell, Carla Veloso, Shu Todoroki, Raoul Caroule, Nigel Gearsley, Rip Clutchgoneski
B/Awesome - Kabuto, Boost, Dj, Wingo, Snot Rod
D/Good - Van, Minnie, Tractor, Mike Wazoski (Car), Ham (Car), Woody (Car), Buzz Lightyear (Car), Abominable Snowplow (Monster Truck), Sully (Monster Truck), Frank, Winford Bradford Rutherford, Mac iCar, Shannon Spokes, Claude Scruggs, Billy Oilchanger, Chuck Armstrong, Harold "Haul" Inngas, Brick Yardley, Brian Spark, Phil Tankson, Fred, Bessie, Siddley, Floyd Mulvihill, Chase Racelott, Bubba Wheelhouse Jr., Ryan Laney, Reb Meeker
E/Who are you? - Jerry Recycled Batteries, Arvy, Doctor Damage, Albert Hinkey, Tomber, T.G Castlenut, Zil
F/Go F*ck Yourselves - Not Chuck, Chick Hicks, Chick Pitty #1, Chick Pitty #2, Miles Axelrod, Professor Zundapp, Grem, Acer, Mr. Sterling
Reasons:
S - Pretty Obvious, Since I shipped them since I was kid
SS - Their F'in legends... Especially some are named/based after real racers (I.e The king = Richard Petty, Jeff Gorvette = Jeff Gordon, Dale Earnhardt Jr. etc.)
A - Because I can... Their lovable for so many reasons...
B - They badass since I love JDM cars
C - none
D - Eh I don't interact with them that much. Especially since most of them are Side Characters
F - Ya know... F*ck y'all... Especially you Sterling... Go F*ck yourself with a torque wrench. I wish Harv was here in this list cause I hate that guy... Yeah I hate Chick for being a d*ckhead especially Zundapp and Axelrod... But Sterling (And Harv) go f*ck yourselves...
That's all...
#disney pixar#cars#pixarcars#cars 2006#lightning mcqueen#sally carrera#cars 2#cars 3#tow mater#cruz ramirez#cars fandom#tierlist#favorite characters
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18+ MINORS AMD THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI
YOU WILL BE BLOCKED AND REPORTED
warnings: talk of a fight, language
AN: no one asked for this. But Whatever. I think he’s cute and it’s fun to write for Brodie.
Running through the mall with T.S., Jay and Silent Bob towards the loud cheering wasn’t how I wanted to spend my day off with Brodie. But apparently it was.
“What did he do this time?” T.S. wheezed as we reached the railing looking down on the center of the mall. Brodie stood in the middle while Shannon hamilton circled him. “Oh shit.” Sharing a look with Jay, I took off for the escalator. Shoving people away from the staircase, I climbed on the railing and slid down. “(Y/N)! What are you doing?”
“Getting there faster!” I called back. I landed on my feet and turned to give him a quick wave as he fought his way down. Fighting through the crowd was a different story entirely. There was a loud boo and I started fighting harder. The crowd started to thin out and I caught a glimpse of hamilton throwing Brodie through the doors to the back hallways of the mall. Breathing deeply, I sprinted one last time to grab the door before they closed. Slipping in, I saw Hamilton walking down the hall and Brodie slumped down on the wall. “What did you say to him Brod?” I knelt down next to him and put my hand on his head gently.
“I didn’t say anything to him.” Brodie groaned. “He walked into me. I said excuse me. He swung. Next thing I know there’s a crowd and they’re calling for a fight.”
“That wasn’t a fight babe. That was getting your ass kicked.” I brushed some hair out of his eyes before standing up. Brodie chuckled as he looked up at me.
“And here I thought I was your knight in shining polyester.” He teased, a bright smile taking over his features.
“You are. Just not against Shannon hamilton.” I offered him my hand. He took it and I pulled him up. Wrapping an arm around me, Brodie leaned on me as I helped him walk out of the maze that was the belly of the mall. Brodies head leaned against mine and I turned to kiss his cheek.
“But I’ll always fight him for your honor.” It was said under his breath but I still heard him.
“Wait what?” I stopped just as we caught sight of T.S. Jay and Silent Bob had run off.
“Nothing.” I forced Brodie to sit down on the bench before turning to face him.
“You said something. What was it?” T.S. had joined us and sat down on the other side of Brodie.
“What’s going on?” Brodie shook his head and wrapped an arm around his stomach.
“Brodie said something about defending my honor against Shannon Hamilton. But he won’t elaborate.” Brodie leaned his head against mine again and I carefully threaded my fingers through his hair.
“What did that dickwad say about (Y/N)?” T.S. looked between the two of us. Brodie stayed silent and closed his eyes, relaxing against me further. “It had to be bad if you won’t even repeat it.” Brodie nodded and tilted his head so he could press his face against my neck.
“Let’s just say he called into question the authenticity of our relationship.” Brodie finally spoke up. “Said some not so nice words in reference to you.” He lifted his head and looked up at me with big brown eyes. “I shoved him. He shoved back. Fight broke out.” There was a small shrug before his face was back in my neck. T.S. patted him on the back before standing up.
“Good for you Brodie.” He squeezed my shoulder. “You two need to talk.” Brodie waited until he had walked away before kissing me gently.
“You stood up for me?” He nodded. “That’s actually really sweet of you.” I smiled at him.
“It’s not something I do everyday.” Brodie tried to joke. I chuckled before shaking my head.
“Why didn’t you tell me that in the first place Brodie?” He sighed.
“Because I didn’t want you to know. It’s my job to protect you. And I did. I may have lost but I proved I’d fight for you. And he won’t do it again because of that.” Brodie kissed me again. “I love you.” I smiled as I kissed him back.
“I love you too.”
#brodie bruce#brodie bruce x reader#Brodie Bruce imagine#brodie Bruce fanfic#brodie bruce fanfiction#jason lee#jason lee x reader#jason lee fanfic#jason lee fan fiction#jason lee imagine#mallrats#mallrats imagine#mallrats fanfic#mallrats fanfiction#view askewniverse
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@fastasyoucan1999 <33 i’m actually reading so much lately so this is perfect!!
book that pleasantly surprised you: as far as recent reads goes the giver by lois lowry was a book that i expected to hate reading a second time bc i disliked it as a kid but it actually truly rewired my brain! how can u find love in a place that has omitted all feelings :)
book that disappointed you: like in all my reading history? bc nothing i ever dnf will ever top the pain and misery i went through reading and finishing insomnia by stephen king... (though recently i did stop reading dracula bc it was boring... sorry ugly vampire)
your current read: the hunger games (+ some school reads) but thg counts the most right now... peeta climbing the ranks for top baby boy in my head
top 2 books on your tbr: fourth wing by rebecca yarros and the priory of the orange tree by samantha shannon! two fantasy picks i know but i want to be That Girl ...
an author you’re loving: george saunders! cannot talk about him enough to be honest i need to read more of his short story collections but you cannot believe the way this man makes people into ghosts ...
rec a book to the person who tagged you: ok ok book of ruth by jane hamilton or fried green tomatoes at the whistle stop cafe by fannie flag! both small town southern vibes both very goood
thanks again brynn! not tagging anyone this time around!
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a pleasant surprise for him, thats for sure >:3 - mod susanne
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No, for real, I do not know a single biracial athlete that dated a black woman or if so, a bw that is not lightskinned. Odell Beckham Jr, Kylian Mbappé, Virgil Van Dijk(he is in northern Europe, so he gets a pass because that's the trenches), Lewis Hamilton, Jude Bellingham, these are the ones I remember and none has dated darker than a paper bag.
And to the anon that said Rihanna and Beyoncé are not lightskin, they are! Them being clearer than a paper bag is enough proof.
there’s definitely a few out there but other than josh and shannon i can’t think of any rn
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The Train That Never Left
Maura explores an abandoned train station and comes face-to-face with her past, in the form of a helpless, half-diseased child.
Featuring: Maura Tauber, Troy Hassan and The Child (OC) from Wake the Dead.
Word Count: 1.6k | Mentions of Gore/Death | 17+
A/N : This is an angsty one shot and has a lot of gore and violence in it, mixed with a lot of grief and pain. So if you're unable to handle it, it is perfectly fine.
"I can see the train!"
"Course you can. You've got binoculars and I don't."
Maura led Troy past all the crumbles and creepy-crawlers to the abandoned train station. There laid many bloodied bodies of Drones their way, along the snow; their eyes popped out and their teeth a pale shade of yellow floating atop a pool of black mucus, but they didn't mind. Troy's feet crunched against the skinned bones and he quite enjoyed doing that - mostly to piss off Maura because she was one of those people who enjoyed a certain way and any slight deviation would cause her major anxiety. Of course, he didn't want to be the source of someone's anxiety, but to have her throw a glance or two at him made him feel a bit accomplished.
There wasn't a lot out there to accomplish in the world at the moment. Perhaps he could shovel snow; become the world's first Professional Shoveller.
"Station 42A. Platform -- Three."
"Yes. Sledge really hammered that down. And Shannon sneakily retrieved all that data like a very cunning fox. And then-- you've got Angel, who was very savage about her wrongdoings and -- Eli who sort of sniped people."
"It's Eli Sipes."
"He's better off as Eli Snipes."
"Get him to change his name and I'll shave my eyebrows for you." Maura decided.
"Better yet, go up North and get us the fresh berries."
Maura stared at him. "Not a chance. Unless you want me alive. I'm happy to -- y'know, die for a really good cause, but -- it's death. There's no turning back, so pick your battles wisely."
"I've already picked mine. Berries for a name change. Deal?"
"No."
Sledge had been right. There indeed was a massive shelter left abandoned at the train station. Nobody had thought to notice it for obvious reasons, but it could perhaps house a second base camp and plus, it was rich in iron. The Builders would be very glad to know that there still remained some hope for their roofing project. And Shannon had been right too. Having scavenged the whole area for old records and anything she could get her hands on, she'd concluded that the infrastructure did support a variety of sustainable activities. So much so that with Angel and Eli's timely help, they were able to remotely understand soil patterns, weather conditions and everything even before going in person to survey the facility.
The discovery was huge. It could lead to even bigger things.
The train station was hauntingly beautiful. With only their echoes accompanying them and their shadows giving them a little less of a lonely experience, Maura and Troy gazed around the place - awestruck and yet, dumbfounded. It had only been twenty years but it looked ancient.
The walls were covered with a thick layer of grime and green; a representation of all the good times it stood for. The concrete floors were buried under a thick layer of dust that screeched as they pressed their booted feet against them. Dried blood had been caked everywhere, leaving behind a faint trail of red and torn paper as a deadly reminder of the times where the station stood still. The halls were silent; holding themselves together as the last of the screams from adults and children drowned down for the sounds of the Drones to take over. Thick patches of grass peeked from the cracks in the concrete - slowly reclaiming their own territory; giving them a sign that it was time. The Age of Men had long passed on.
HAMILTON STREET - 3:00 PM : one of the boards had said. Perhaps if the board had eyes, it would've seen it all. The packed crowds of people running up to the trains, the chatter from the enthusiasts as they climbed to their seats and several others occupied with themselves and their music. The train would give off a low thud, a little jerk before taking off on the tracks - speeding up every now and then. If the board had eyes, it would cry. It would weep at the repeated waxing and waning of humanity, weep at how a single mishap had contributed to a global catastrophe and would instantly find ways to destroy itself and its own kind.
"We've got to see the storage room."
"I'll check the stationed trains."
"Great. I'll meet you here in thirty minutes. Scream if you need help."
"You too. You know the rules."
Troy nodded with uncertainty in his eyes. Their main objective was to get one of them home safe.
Maura stared at the empty corridor, her stomach falling flat against her back. The tunnel never seemed to end - going on and on and on, in a fractalised pattern. The windows remained demolished and destroyed; their once strong glasses that held together people as they walked by foot, carried their lofty luggages to visit family and share the wonderful memories during the holidays.
There would be nothing like that anymore.
Nobody to visit. Nobody to see. Nothing to look forward to, after a long sluggish year. No big cakes and certainly no train rides filled with yearning for the journey ahead. There would be no panicked relatives, scheming ahead of time to get to the platform in time, no children to cry and nobody out there, on the other side, waiting ever so patient by the phone and enquiring every hour or so as to where they were at the moment.
The train that once stood for something, was left abandoned. As if it were a child's plaything; worn and tired after repeated use. Except, in this case, it wasn't. It waited patiently for the child to arrive; the child to pick it up and play with it all over again, to fall in painful longing for nostalgia and a reminder of all those good times. That child would never come visit the toy again; hold it in their hands and cradle it as if it happened to be their whole world. But the train - the "Toy" - still waited. Waited everyday, counting down to the seconds for someone to pick up the engines and start it all over again. To feel the low hum of the thud below, as the train carried them across rivers and oceans, over bridges and through narrow plains, big cities and small towns - everywhere, all at once.
Maura grabbed onto a railing and patiently hoisted herself on the cushioned chair.
It was still a public train, after all. One that crossed states, but also cared to make pitstops near the outskirts of the city. So of course, with the tables provided; despite their rugged surface - a stark reminder of their expiry - they carried so many memories. Maura doubted the one she was sitting before had been cleaned, but then again, it was abandoned. Probably abandoned during the night of the outbreak - when everyone was forced to go home and never turn back, ever again.
Maura's breathing hitched a little. She began taking shorter, quicker gasps of air. The atmosphere in the train was extremely dusty. Her heart quickened - beating faster than she could comprehend her thoughts together. And suddenly, the world began shifting just a little. Maura sat back, composing herself as her comprehension of reality turned and coiled around, cutting the thin air in two; starving her of oxygen and depriving her into instant fatigue. Something was wrong.
Run. Her Papa had said. Run like the wind, girls! I'll join you...
That's when she heard the low growl. The slow throbbing and the silent pacing - as if someone was walking towards her.
She stood up, holding her knife at the door, waiting with bated breath.
And then, emerged a child.
The child was diseased. Entirely. He had specks of grey and black in his hair, but hot red boils throughout his skin. His cheekbones were visible and his ribs were hollow enough to see there was almost no blood in him. He'd been starving for days on end - possessed by the ravenous virus that refused to let go of him. The teeth he had were sharp as a knife; perfect and ready to kill and his tongue had grown, dipped in filth and venom. The child had two hands, one more shallow than the other with the nails a violent shade of grime green and black.
The child was crying. Weeping. Tears escaped his eyes as he looked at Maura. He was clinging on for his dear life - possibly fighting the disease with whatever he could find. His mouth was caked with white snow, as if he'd been eating handfuls of them for every meal and his legs - God his legs. One was covered in rotten pus and sluggish yellow. He'd been eating his own leg, out of starvation. No matter how infected it really was and how much it killed him inside.
The child couldn't speak.
HELP ME!
The child stared at Maura with his big beady blue eyes - tears welling up, only for a treacherous mix of black blood to drip down his chin.
The child raised a hand - as if to hold onto Maura's inviting arms - to somehow hug her close; to feel some warmth after all those lonely nights in the cold, dying for a little bit of love. All those nights coddled up in the train station; sitting alone in the berth, while he looked outside at the fresh snow pouring like buckets and yet somehow, the bone-deep itch he'd had for so long refused to leave him. And how he'd prayed! He'd prayed for everything and now, he was merely a boy held together by pieces and strings of flesh. A boy with no name, no family and now, diseased. Oh how he'd love to enjoy the snow for once in his life, without being ridden by the misery, the pain, the greater grief the world had imparted on him.
Help me. Please. Help me.
He groaned weakly.
Help me.
Maura's breathing quickened - anxiety overwhelming her. She unsheathed her knife.
Panic flooded the boy's face. He shook his head - his eyes widening with each passing second. He couldn't express shock - no. He was a measly little Drone boy. And he could never be capable of emotions. He could never get the snow and the holiday he'd ever wanted, because there was no cure. And nothing would help him climb out of this hole he'd found himself in. He was the plaything his parents had left him alone to seek shelter at a train station. They'd promised him they'd come back. They'd promised him that they'd find help, find him warm food to eat and a safe place in someone's caring arms and they'd never come back again, after.
Maura brought her knife close to the boy's head. She closed her eyes and the boy closed his; following her unspoken instructions.
With one swipe, she found his head near the corner of the seat. His body drowned in a pool of black blood. The boy hadn't hesitated at all. He didn't attempt to grab hold of Maura's hand and bite her. He didn't even bother screaming like the other Drones. He had been a child and he'd hoped that, perhaps, if Maura couldn't hold him, perhaps the knife could be of some salvation. Perhaps he could get the snow he wanted, now that he'd been rid of the black blood that had poisoned him for weeks.
"This isn't you, Jules! This isn't you!"
For the first time in her life, Maura cried.
A scream.
"Jules, listen to me. I love you. I love you, all right? Help me. Help me, please! Help me help you understand this! If you're in there, somewhere, please listen to me! Perhaps -- you're there. In there, under all of this. Listen -- I love you. Silja and Maura do too. Please. Listen to me."
A bigger scream. Then a pounce. And then, a hand to a stomach, before digging into the bloodied flesh with long, scaled fingers..
"Think of Christmas! Think of the trains! You love the trains!"
Blood poured and the world swimmed ahead, out of focus.
Then, a weak voice followed; hitching and hacking for breath.
"Help me, Jules. Help me."
Tagging:
Perma: @peonierose @quixoticdreamer16 @tessa-liam
WTD Only: @jerzwriter @aallotarenunelma
A/N : Julian "Jules" is their Dad. Aksel is their Papa. I'll probably make an introduction post in due course - once I have a couple of works written for Wake the Dead. Thank you for reading!
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Hey! You! Take a peak underneath!
I have had muse for Shannon Thorton for a long time, and finally, I am putting that muse into writing and developing it into a character that can stand on its own. Hopefully, if everything goes well, I can find a partner who would like to plot with Fairy, for a 1×1 but until then, I just want to create chapters of her life that will make for a good read for people. So here is me, introducing my new muse, Fairy Hamilton. Be on the lookout for additional information on her, but here is just a little taste of her.
I will update you guys on when the chapters of her will be posted, I'm just really excited!! It's been a long time since I have had such an immense amount of muse for an FC!!
That’s it, that’s all. 💜
#1x1 discord#1x1 plot#1x1 roleplay#1x1 rp#1x1 urban#discord#discord 1x1#urban rph#urban roleplay#urban rp#urban rpg#urban 1x1#urban indie rp#original character#indie 1x1#indie rp#1x1 indie#indie roleplay#rp indie#roleplay 1x1#writing#my muse#discord rp#discord roleplay#rp 1x1#꒰ ♡ ꒱ my muse ╱ tcmpter ◞
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New in July - Hallmark Movies Now
Caribbean Summer (2022)
Starring Heather Hemmens and Ser’Darius Blain
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The Last Bridesmaid (2019)
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Starring Jen Lilley and Dn Jeannotte
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Destination Wedding (2017)
Starring Alexa PenaVega, Jeremy Guilbaut, and Andrea Brooks
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One Starry Christmas (2014)
Starring Sarah Carter and Damon Runyan
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It's Christmas, Carol! (2012)
Starring Emmanuelle Vaguer and Carrie Fisher
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Christmas Song (2012)
Starring Natasha Henstridge and Gabriel Hogan
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i am mentally preparing myself for the keeper crew to go to the forbidden cities in stellarlune and for there to be at least a page and a half where they find a hamilton ad and discuss it and sophie has to explain what musicals are and who hamilton was and biana or fitz or someone else is like “why would they make a musical about this shitty guy” and sophie is like “i don’t know! why are we even talking about this” because if i am counting correctly the keeper timeline is currently in late 2014 / early 2015 which is close enough to the boom of hamilton for shannon to reference it and for that i am terrified.
#actually the cover of stellarlune is just sophie maruca and marella performing schuyler sisters#kotlc#kotlc fandom#keeper of the lost cities#if the book is dual pov keefe finds lin manuel miranda in nyc and gives him an idea for hamilton#keefe giving lmm this idea is like the human assistance program and sparks the lost cities to bring it back#idk guys i reread the land of stories books and got to that part where they’re in irl nyc and talk about hamilton#i think they got it confused with hamlet and red riding hood thought hamilton was hammy-shakes for a while#anyways fantasy stories taking place in 2015 having characters go to the real world scares me#because there is always the threat of a hamilton reference#i was a very big fan of hamilton back in the day so i can slander it
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Okay Hamilton fans and kotlc fans. Listen up. This will contain Stellerlune spoilers if you haven’t read that, and it would make more sense if you watched Hamilton.
So when we were watching the scene with the song It’s Quiet Uptown, I suddenly thought about……what if Sophie didn’t forgive him. Yet.
What if she didn’t forgive him for running away? I love chapter 42 so much. I even cried. It’s was so cute.
But you know what I would’ve loved more? A It’s Quiet Uptown kind of scene.
Like, maybe under Calla’s tree.
Keefe is alone under it, drawing, when Sophie comes, she sits next to him, and just like in Eliza in Hamilton, she doesn’t really talk, just sits there, and just like Alexander, he talks to her as they sit. Because he can’t lose her. He loves her to much. And after maybe a few hours of them just petting Alicorns……Sophie just sets her head on his shoulder.
No declaration of love (at least not right now) no big kiss (again, maybe later) she just whispers “I missed you idiot.”
And Keefe knows he’s forgiven, at least this is the first step to forgiveness.
Oh good, now I’m crying, *grabs tissue* okay okay, but It’s Quiet Uptown is the Sokeefe song. Like, if Shannon didn’t make Sophie forgive him right away when they find him in London.
I would be loved it so much more I would think
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