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thesootspritesarehardatwork replied to your post: But you must do a jack/Katherine that stage kiss...

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look, you say ‘unscripted stage kiss’ I say, ‘Much Ado’ there is no in between here

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But you must do a jack/Katherine that stage kiss wasn't scripted wtf au, please god

“What,” Katherine hisses at him backstage, where they have more or less safely escaped the wrath of Jacob, their director, “the hell was that?”

“Rule number one of improv,” Jack retorts, still keeping his voice down, “always say ‘yes.’”

“That wasn’t improv!” Katherine whisper-screams at him as a stagehand whispers fiercely at the two of them, “Shush!”

They shush. The scene is still going on onstage. Race and Romeo are Dogberry and Verges, hamming it up as the ineffectual Watch. 

In the tense silence that follows, Jack says very, very softly, “I can’t explain it, Ace. It seemed like the most natural way to end that scene. Me kissing you.”

Katherine narrows him with a razor-edged look.

They’re playing Benedick and Beatrice in Much Ado, of course, because this is the kind of ridiculousness that make up their lives. If pressed, they will say they’re doing it as a favor for their friend David, who’s directing the play and desperately needed two leads in his circle of friends. It’s been slow going, at least at first, but somehow they’re finally managed to make it here, the last rehearsal of tech week without killing each other. That streak might get broken in the next ten seconds, Katherine thinks darkly, since Jack decided the best way of ending the declaration scene between Benedick and Beatrice, after the disastrous first wedding scene, had been to kiss her. 

Heat rushes up her neck in memory. She’d been kneeling on the floor, the edge of a chair gripping in her hands, as she’d ground out to Jack, “It is a man’s office, but not yours.” Her voice had been choked with grief and rage. 

Jack had knelt next to her, reached out and touched her with the very tips of his fingers, like she was glass and might break if he pressed too hard. Turning her slowly to face him, he’d held her face between his hands and said in a voice utmost urgency, like this was his last chance to ever say it, “I do love nothing the world, so well as you: is not that strange?”

Katherine had said her line, half-laughing, half-crying, “I love you with so much of my heart that none is left to protest.” Jack had laughed himself, the sound dizzy with shock and wonder and without any warning at all, still holding her face between his hands, kissed her, right then and there, still kneeling on stage in the front of God and everybody.

It hadn’t been--it wasn’t--it had been soft and light and so gentle, especially coming from Jack Kelly of all people, the same person Katherine’s been bickering with for the past two months, about everything and anything. It had only lasted less than ten seconds, yet it was enough to send everything in Katherine’s heart racing like fireworks, like a train coming off the tracks, like watching lightning coming down. They’d broken apart, stared at one another in a charged silence for what seemed like a few eternities, before a not-so-subtle cough from Jacob offstage had snapped them both out of it. 

Now here they were, half-wrapped in darkness and listening to the sounds of the stage both on and back, and Katherine remembers a touch light and warm as feathers against her cheeks.

“I’m sorry,” Jack says still quietly, still waiting for his cue to come on, Leonato berates Don Pedro and Claudio for killing his daughter. “I didn’t mean to--to offend you, honest to god, Ace. But I don’t regret it.”

“Why should you regret it?” Katherine says, not taking off her eyes off the small bit of the stage she can see. “It was just--it was just acting. It didn’t mean anything.”

Another charged silence, the only sound the lines from on stage and Jack says in that voice of utmost urgency, “It meant something to me, Ace.”

Katherine’s head whips around to look around at him, heart going off like fireworks again, but he’s already taken his cue to go on stage, without a backwards glance at her. Katherine presses one hand against her chest, as if by pressing down in it she might make that traitorous organ stop pounding so hard.         

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@thesootspritesarehardatwork replied to your quote:This seems like the kind of thing a responsible...

‘good thing i’m an uncle! AVENGE ME KIDS! AVENGE MEEEEE!’

pretty much a good summary of every babysitter arya ever had in ASOS

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Newsies fairy tale au

(picture Galavant or Discworld but with newspapers)

our intrepid hero Jack Kelly is the leader of a gang of young pickpockets and town criers in the City (every fairy tale has one)

well known for getting into fights with the Delanceys and the guards of Lord Pulitzer, the city’s Lord Mayor and newspaper owner, The World 

Katherine Pulitzer Plumber, resident word witch and sorceress, who hears of the plight of the Jack Kelly Irregulars and their cruel working conditions and sets off to make their cause known 

David Jacobs is a beleaguered young scribe who just wants to write his illuminated manuscript in peace and gets roped into their cause by Katherine and Jack

Jack has no magical talent of his own, except an ability to make drawings so life-like they almost seem real. his portrait of Katherine smiles at the viewer and if you turn away and are very quiet, you can hear a very faint voice say, “you are the most impossible boy ever.”   

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ingberry replied to your post “I just tasted rum for the first and LAST time in my entire life………..”

lolll yeah rum and cognac and whisky and stuff truly is gross. I can only tolerate it if it's mixed with other stuff

I got to taste some whisky too and while I didn’t particularly ENJOY it it didn’t make me wanna set my face on fire either so I mean......

thesootspritesarehardatwork replied to your post “I just tasted rum for the first and LAST time in my entire life………..”

pear cider exists? how did i not know that

yes it does!!! and I have no idea :o around here it’s extremely common, aside from beer it’s probably the most common alcoholic thing you can get!

frenchy-and-the-sea replied to your post “I just tasted rum for the first and LAST time in my entire life………..”

rum is GROSS omg

I was seriously not prepared for how nasty it would be honestly?? srsly why does alcohol just taste like someone scooped it out of a sewer.........

undead-potatoes replied to your post “I just tasted rum for the first and LAST time in my entire life………..”

you won't become a pirate anytime soon then 8)

THE RUM IS GONE BECAUSE IT’S D I S G U S T I N G