oldboyjensrps:

“You’re welcome… it really does stick with you. Every negative thing anybody’s ever said or written or whatever. Sucks ass.”

She went to shrug at the more fish compliment but stopped herself, remembering her shoulder wasn’t in working condition.

“It’s more like I have more people to be awkward and shy around really. Just everyone. Maybe a word’ll come around but right now it’s just, kinda how it is.”

A bump jostled the truck particularly bad and Messenger gasped, shutting her eyes.

“Anyway, you can tell me anytime. It helps to talk on this.”

“I hope one day people will be better” he sighed, nodding slowly “I’m sure one say it will be. Not sure when, but eventually. Maybe we can be each other’s wingmen” He grinned.

He watched her as the truck justled “crap” he muttered “are you okay? The road might bet pretty bad for the next bit. If you need I can slow down a tad, it might help her not jostle you as much.”

“Yeah someday. I’ll keep eyes and ears out for you, Dell. I know a bar in Overlook that doesn’t seem to give a shit about taboo. It’s pretty overt and nobody cares, which is nice.”

She gently shook her head, “No I, I think it’s best we just get there as quickly as possible. I can endure in the meantime. But thank you.”

bluteamblueprints:

oldboyjensrps:

She looked at him in surprise but then her face contorted and she bit her lip like she was struggling not to say something. Then she exhaled and gave up.

“Hi gay, I’m Messenger.”

…

“I’m so sorry. Really, I’m honored that you trust me and I promise on my life I will tell no one and nothing. Believe me I know how hard it is to say even when you do trust someone.”

She considered.

“And thankfully I actually can return your confidence this time. I don’t know what to call it, but I like women along with men.”

He couldn’t help but laugh at her little joke, hitting the wheel softly as he did.

“Thank you” he said softly “for letting me say it. It’s always something that lingers, you know?” He turned the music down slightly as they spoke. Hearing her words relaxed him.

“You have more fish in your see then, huh” he half joked. It was nice talking to someone who knew what it was like. “Maybe you can make your own word for it.”

“You’re welcome… it really does stick with you. Every negative thing anybody’s ever said or written or whatever. Sucks ass.”

She went to shrug at the more fish compliment but stopped herself, remembering her shoulder wasn’t in working condition.

“It’s more like I have more people to be awkward and shy around really. Just everyone. Maybe a word’ll come around but right now it’s just, kinda how it is.”

A bump jostled the truck particularly bad and Messenger gasped, shutting her eyes.

“Anyway, you can tell me anytime. It helps to talk on this.”

bluteamblueprints:

oldboyjensrps:

“Unless it’s that you’ve secretly been a spy the entire time and are taking me into the desert to kill me, sure.”

She deadpanned for a moment then grinned, “I don’t believe that don’t worry.”

He laughed a bit and shook his head “no, no. I ain’t a spy” he told her “I think it might be a bit better than that.”

He cleared his throat, before looking at her through the corner of his eye “I feel like you’re safe to tell this, and I trust you won’t tell anyone. I’m gay.”

She looked at him in surprise but then her face contorted and she bit her lip like she was struggling not to say something. Then she exhaled and gave up.

“Hi gay, I’m Messenger.”

…

“I’m so sorry. Really, I’m honored that you trust me and I promise on my life I will tell no one and nothing. Believe me I know how hard it is to say even when you do trust someone.”

She considered.

“And thankfully I actually can return your confidence this time. I don’t know what to call it, but I like women along with men.”

✧･ﾟ: *Oᴠᴇʀᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ Cʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ Vᴏɪᴄᴇ Lɪɴᴇs

justanothermemething:

_{❝ I make my own luck. ❞}

_{❝ Lucky for you we’re not keeping score. ❞}

_{❝ You need to learn to relax. ❞}

_{❝ You won’t be disappointed. ❞}

_{❝ It’s just a flesh wound. ❞}

_{❝ Leave this to an expert. ❞}

_{❝ Try and keep up! ❞}

_{❝ Is this easy mode? ❞}

_{❝ I get the feeling you’re not taking me seriously. ❞}

_{❝ You’re not bad, but not good either. ❞}

_{❝ Spare me the commentary. ❞}

_{❝ You test my patience ❞}

_{❝ You seem nice, I hate to kill you. ❞}

_{❝ I was hoping for a challenge. ❞}

_{❝ Your eyes deceive you. ❞}

_{❝ The outcome was never in doubt. ❞}

_{❝ You have made an error in judgment. ❞}

_{❝ You fought well, but not well enough. ❞}

_{❝ If at first you don’t succeed…blow it up again! ❞}

_{❝ Oops…dropped something. ❞}

_{❝ I really blew that one. ❞}

_{❝ That’s how you get tinnitus. ❞}

_{❝ Why are you so angry? ❞}

_{❝ I’m not hearing that noise. ❞}

_{❝ I’m not good, not bad, but I sure as hell ain’t ugly.❞}

_{❝ I don’t much like losing. ❞}

_{❝ A wo/man’s gotta have rules. ❞}

_{❝ I hope you learned your lesson. ❞}

_{❝ You have to let it go. ❞}

_{❝ I was only trying to help. ❞}

_{❝ I have my eye on you. ❞}

_{❝ Sometimes I’m not sure why I even bother. ❞}

_{❝ You really should take better care of yourself. ❞}

_{❝ Stupidity is not a right. ❞}

_{❝ What are you on about? ❞}

_{❝ Are you finished? ❞}

_{❝ Do you need a hug? ❞}

_{❝ I have a bad feeling about this. ❞}

_{❝ That does not compute. ❞}

_{❝ Rocket jump? That sounds dangerous. ❞}

_{❝ Ready for some fireworks? ❞}

_{❝ I live for a good fight. ❞}

_{❝ What are you looking at? ❞}

_{❝ Revenge is sweet. ❞}

_{❝ I’ll see you in hell. ❞}

_{❝ Let me show you how it’s done. ❞}

_{❝ Catch phrase! ❞}

_{❝ Are you chicken? ❞}

_{❝ Violence is usually the answer. ❞}

_{❝ Got something to say? ❞}

_{❝ Like taking candy from a baby. ❞}

_{❝ I’m the one who does his/her job, I’m thinkin’ you’re the other one. ❞}

_{❝ You want something done right? You gotta do it yourself. ❞}

_{❝ I’m not getting any younger. ❞}

_{❝ I think you’re in over your head. ❞}

_{❝ Boop. ❞}

_{❝ I’d love to stay and chat but…I’m not going to. ❞}

_{❝ Let us discuss your failures. ❞}

_{❝ Am I supposed to be impressed? ❞}

_{❝ What interesting ways your mind works. ❞}

_{❝ I smell trouble brewing. ❞}

_{❝ Now why didn’t I think of that? ❞}

_{❝ I’m giving it all I’ve got! ❞}

_{❝ The world could always use more heroes. ❞}

_{❝ I have this under control. ❞}

_{❝ I knew I forgot something. ❞}

_{❝ Your emotions make you vulnerable. ❞}

_{❝ You’re barking up the wrong tree. ❞}

_{❝ What a bore. ❞}

_{❝ Huston, uh, we have a problem. ❞}

_{❝ Did someone say peanut butter? ❞}

_{❝ It’s my time to shine! ❞}

_{❝ I can bench more than you! ❞}

_{❝ Ready to give up? ❞}

_{❝ Are you in need of personal training? ❞}

_{❝ I dreamt I was a butterfly. ❞}

_{❝ I think, therefore I am. ❞}

_{❝ Always strive for improvement. ❞}

bluteamblueprints:

oldboyjensrps:

“Yeah it sure helped me. I was in…a really bad place when I found it.” She paused, having chosen a cassette to pop in. “Representation saved my ass for sure. Between the play and meeting an openly and proudly queer artist and friends, that year turned out good. On that front anyway.”

She looked over at him and smiled back, sorta dense but also greatful he was being so chill about things.

Dell let out a small sigh. This seemed like a good enough time to tell her. Right? She seemed to be accepting, at least for the most part. Maybe she even was part of the community. As the tape began to play he shifted in the drivers seat.

“Can I tell you something” he asked.

“Unless it’s that you’ve secretly been a spy the entire time and are taking me into the desert to kill me, sure.”

She deadpanned for a moment then grinned, “I don’t believe that don’t worry.”

its that time again

comradmax:

bluteamblueprints:

oldboyjensrps:

“Mmm… no.” She sighs, “The one thing I can think of that’s done well-is is a, heh, straight play- means no singing but y’know- called Spring Awakening. It’s a pretty awfully tragic upsetting one, but the ONE and ONLY happy surviving couple at the end is two boys and it’s not even subtext. They kiss on stage,” she says this with a fond smile, “And the scene is beautiful and sweet…Written last century in Germany, to boot. It gets banned all the time but some places still take it on. Found it working in a library when I was mmm 16? Yeah that would be about right.”

“That sounds pretty good, actually” he mused “I might have to check it out, when I can. I’ll keep an eye open. I think it’s important to have representation, even if a lot of people don’t. Still important ya know?” He smiled at his friend, somewhat hoping he could drop hints and she would catch on.

“Yeah it sure helped me. I was in…a really bad place when I found it.” She paused, having chosen a cassette to pop in. “Representation saved my ass for sure. Between the play and meeting an openly and proudly queer artist and friends, that year turned out good. On that front anyway.”

She looked over at him and smiled back, sorta dense but also greatful he was being so chill about things.

“Sing for Me My Angel”

The quiet of the garage was broken by the sudden sound of a kazoo, muffled by the door, playing out that war charge doo doodle oo doo doo doo duh-duh duh duh! Then Messenger kicked the door open with a bang- pseudo musically hollering what might be a song in a heavy New York monster accent:
“I GOT THE HORSE RIGHT HERE” she kicked an empty fuel can over, “THE NAME IS PAUL REVERE,” she picked up a mop and brandished it like a baton, “AN THERES A GUY WHO SAYS IF THE WEATHER’S CLEAR- CAN DO!” She dropped the mop and put her hands on Engie’s shoulders, her chin on his head, “CAN DO. IF HE SAYS THE HORSE CAN DO” she swung around so her hands were still on his shoulders but she faced him, “THEN-uh-SOMETHIN SOMETHIN CANOE!” She shimmed away from him, “CAN DO, CAN DO” jazz hands strike a pose.

Send “Sing for Me My Angel” for my muse to poorly and enthusiastically belt a showtune of their choice at yours.

bluteamblueprints:

oldboyjensrps:

“It can be hit or miss on musicals. Sometimes for fun and pleasure I reimagine the classics but take out all the annoying gender roles and make most of the characters queer and better. Like Guys and Dolls- stellar cast- I’m a sucker for Sinatra-stupid premise, stupider ending. The women should have ditched their bum love interests and run off together.” She rifled through his casettes, “you have good stuff here”

Her word choice caught him off guard. Queer. Dell glanced over to his friend for a brief second before letting his eyes fall back onto the road ahead “not many things will show relationships like that” he stated, a hint of sadness lingering in his voice. “Are musicals usually” he paused “queer?”

“Mmm… no.” She sighs, “The one thing I can think of that’s done well-is is a, heh, straight play- means no singing but y’know- called Spring Awakening. It’s a pretty awfully tragic upsetting one, but the ONE and ONLY happy surviving couple at the end is two boys and it’s not even subtext. They kiss on stage,” she says this with a fond smile, “And the scene is beautiful and sweet…Written last century in Germany, to boot. It gets banned all the time but some places still take it on. Found it working in a library when I was mmm 16? Yeah that would be about right.”