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“I waited in the cold, but the door wouldn't open 'til I heard your voice in a dream.”

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✉ ø & $

YOU USED TO CALL ME ON MY CELLPHONE -accepting

Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT. [text to melchi]: i really need you so badly and i don’t even know how to tell you this because you probably don’t feel the same because no one ever wants me like i want them but i really really want youSend "ø" for a late night text[text to melchi]: come to the club! it’s not too late and im in need of a dancing partner ;)Send "&" for a LOVING text [text to melchi]: hey are you okay? you and that cop got into like the craziest shouting match. anyway im coming over, i worried about youSend "$" for a ACCIDENTAL text"[text to melchi]: have you picked up the shipment yet?[text to melchi]: fuck this was not meant for you fuck

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He returns the smile gratefully. He can’t remember the last time he’d danced. Back in Berlin probably, that night when it all went wrong. He knows that he can’t dance like he used to. Hell it hurts to walk some days with his feet all banged up. But he stands anyway and takes Melchior’s hands in his own. “I wish we had music. But I guess this will have to do.”

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“Well, he-my...friend, he got me into this mess. I don’t know. SO what about you? Why are you hiding out in the jungle huh?”

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          a small chatter ticked along her teeth as the winter wind seemingly rushed across the length of the pond. fingers clinging desperately under his shoulder. burrowing her cheek into the arm of his coat.  the frigid end of the draft gently nipping at her nose. eyes wandering up to catch the very end of his smile - like a bright spot of warmth peaking out through the still cold. one that just couldn’t help but spark the beginning of her own. pulling all along her lips, seemingly reaching the corners of her eyes. nose wrinkling up ever so slightly in that sudden elation. gently tracing fingers down to take his in hers.  sure, maybe the lack of mittens wasn’t exactly the best idea ( but.. she couldn’t bear the thought of inflexibility... loosing the ability to communicate with him... BE with him.  maybe it was naive, but she’d rather the risk of frostbite before that. )   -  but, just there for a moment, she couldn’t help but feel his fingertips could warm her entire body. flushing her cheeks in a soft pink, hobbling a bit unsteadily at his side through the banks; skates in hand. 

          wading through waves of white, until they settled down a moment to pull boots off and well, pull skates on. it was exciting !! she’d never even gotten close to ice skating. mama used to always say she’d fall right through - a slight shiver running down her back. ticking along that silent worry that underscored. what if she couldn’t do it ??  a small frown creasing along her features as hesitant fingers fumbled with the laces. snow threatening to seep out through her jacket into her trousers. eyes crossing the ice with an anxiety picking at her fingers.  

          melchior’s hand guiding her back to unsteady feet. unable to help the sudden stiffening of her shoulders and the pursing of lips, trying desperately to conceal an uneasy hesitance. catching his short smile as he implored them just a tiny bit closer ....   “ wait !! ”  a hand catching his shoulder quickly, and maybe a bit too tightly in her reluctance. a non manual pleading. feet nearly slipping out from under her as she held tight to him. eyes couldn’t help but soften up at him, though pleading none the less, “ ... melchior, you need to PROMISE me something ... ”  one last glance over the ice ... pulling on a deep breath.  “ ... you won’t let me fall ?? ” hesitant fingers tracing her words in the air. pressing a moment, open palm circling a quiet hope, “ ... please, ” a slight smile trying to pull past worried composure. she trusted him with every little inch of her feeling. ( the ice however, not so much. ) she just ... needed to make SURE. “ ... promise you’ll catch me ?? ”

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“i’m not sure i understand this lesson. help me.”

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                      “ MELCHIOR. ” originally, ilse wasn’t going to come, but eventually, the pity she felt for him won over her common sense. it wasn’t as if she was a stranger to the graveyard, or like she had some sort of fear of ghosts, no, on the contrary, ilse visited it often. who else was going to put flowers on the graves? nobody else seemed to care. they were all too caught up in their own funny ways of grieving. ilse, on the other hand, was too terrified to stay away. there were times that only the graveyard would do, when she couldn’t get the idea of her own mortality off her mind. but, when she came to the graveyard, she was reminded that MORITZ and WENDLA were both already dead & rotting. they all were. they all would be. how depressing. if it was depressing for her, to come here tonight, ilse simply couldn’t even attempt to fathom how AWFUL it must be for melchior. he didn’t even know wendla was . . . gone. the grass was cold underneath her feet, she could feel herself catching a cold. nonetheless, she approached him, where he crouched over the cemetery’s newest grave.

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BEE SPREADS POSITIVITY ! 

send me a ❤ on anon and i’ll compliment someone at random ! 

i've got to talk about hayley ( castouthomeless ) for a minute, okay ?? i believe that i first met her through her crutchie, who was absolutely adorable - as you guys know, i'm huge on newsies, and hayley used akb for her crutchie ?? i mean, how can you go wrong ?? her crutchie was great !! then, she brought in smike, and, just... i've always been into dickens ( being the book-worm that i am, i spent much of middle school reading my entire library's collection of his work, among  other things ) and i had read nicholas nickleby, so i was really excited to see hayley's interpretation of smike !! and, boy, does she write him well !! smike is such an interesting ( and absolutely heartbreaking ) character and hayley just writes him so WELL !! she gets his mannerisms so on-point and has developed him really well, and, just... what else is there to say ?? her smike is PERFECTION. 

next up, anne ( truuemind / smilecnme / toopvre / i'm pretty sure you have a lot of other blogs too, omg ) !! again, i don't really know her very much out-of-character, though i wish i did ??  from the times i have talked to her out-of-character, she seems really nice and wonderful, so ?? i know that she loves austin mckenzie, and... really, who doesn't love austin mckenzie ?? she's got good taste !!  but, besides that !! her characters and her writing ?? pretty FLAWLESS, if i do say so myself. i've written quite a bit with her melchior ( and, man, she does a good job on him for sure !! ) and a little bit on jerry and sandy, and, overall... her characters are very well-developed and written and she really taps deep into their character ?? when i read her threads, i can hear the characters so distinctly in her writing !! so, mad props to her for that !! 

and, finally, isabelle ( withoutsiin ) !! pretty sure i squealed when i saw that isabelle had made a lucy, ngl, because i actually played lucy back in middle school when i was a very smol bean ?? good times, good times. but, anyways !! my performance as lucy was really awful, especially when compared to the amazingness that is isabelle's lucy !! she just really understands lucy and hits the naivete and innocence of her right on the money without going overboard or annoying or mary sue-like... i just love, love, LOVE her lucy. her version hatter is also amazingly well-written ?? i'm not very familiar with the alice in wonderland musical, of course, but her hatter was just so interesting and complex... i really dig her characters, man. she's also a pretty swell person out-of-character too ??  so, yes, go love on isabelle !!