I’m Not Okay

Epic: The Musical

Act 1

- Troy saga (5 songs)

• The Horse and the Infant

• Just a man

• Full speed a head

• Open arms

• Warriors of the mind

- Cyclops saga (4 songs)

• Polyphemus

• Survive

• Remember them

• My goodbye

- Ocean Saga (4 songs)

• Storm

• Luck runs out

• Keep your friends close

• Ruthlessness

- Circe saga (4 songs)

• Puppeteer

• Wouldn’t you like

• Done for

• There are other ways

- Underworld saga (3 songs)

• The underworld

• No longer you

• Monster

Act 2

- Thunder saga (5 songs)

• ?

• ?

• Scylla

• Mutiny

• Thunder Bringer

- Wisdom saga (5 songs)

• Legendary

• Little wolf

• We’ll be fine

• Love in paradise

• God games

- Vengeance saga (5 songs)

• Not sorry for loving you

• Dangerous

• Charybdis

• Get in the water

• Six hundred strike

- Ithaca saga (5 songs)

• The Challenge

• Hold him down

• King

• Royal wisdom Burst

• Olive tree

This is the list of songs for Epic!! Jorge Herrans, the song writer, showed this a while back on tiktok.

Edit: Going by the comments on TikTok, Your light was scrapped, kinda sad tho that was the song I first heard on Jorge’s tiktok

Request- Headcanons for being Aladdin son and being best friends with jay. Can the met with jay trying to steal from the reader by bumping into him but the reader stole all the things he stole and gave them back to the owner

•Everyone knows your father Aladdin. You are like him, very crafty for stealing and escaping from guards. But you mostly steal and give it to the poor.

•Being Aladdin’s son does have some perks.

•You are in town and you are just walking around and looking. Jay bumped into you

”Watch it,” you said.

Jay smirked ”Sorry” and he walked away.

Jay walks away from the crowd. He thought that he took your stuff, but he now noticed you stole from him.

•Jay went back but he sees you giving back the items to the owners.

•Jay followed you because he has some questions for you.

•”How did you do it so fast?” Jay asked.

”I’m just fast. Plus I know the tricks bumping into someone” You said.

”Wait, aren't you Aladdin’s son?” Jay asked.

”I have a name and it's Y/N,” You said.

”My name is Jay. My dad is Jafar” Jay said.

”My dad has told me about him,” You said.

”I’m not like my dad,” Jay said.

”I never said that and I know. Do you want to hang out, we can mess with the guards” You said.

Jay smiled and he nods.

”Good idea,” Jay said.

•You and Jay would steal food and give it to a poor family.

•Always outsmarting the guards.

•Jay kept the friendship a secret from his dad. He knows his dad won't approve of it.

•You and Jay always spending time together.

•You introduced Abu to Jay.

•Abu will tag along with you and Jay.

•”Everyone assumes that I will be like my dad. But I just want to be me” Jay said.

”I don't think that and I never once thought that about you. You are Jay, my best friend, and Abu likes you too” You said.

Jay believes you and Abu got on Jay’s shoulder.

•As days go by your friendship with Jay got stronger. You and Jay trust each other with anything. You are able to tell him what you hold inside and he doesn't judge you.

•Jafar did find out about you being Aladdin’s son and being Jay’s friend. He wanted Jay to betray you so he can get revenge on Aladdin. But Jay stood up to his dad.

•Jay met Genie through you. And he can see that Jay is a good kid and nothing like Jafar.

•You and Jay having a contest of who can steal the best items.

•Always learning new techniques from each other.

•You and Jay got caught by the guards, your parents are angry at you. But not angry that you are friends with Jay.

•Your dad always giving you the speech of your actions.

Hunter es de los que se llevan y no se aguantan

literally the dynamic

Single 🔲

Taken 🔲

Worshipping Thomas Sanders ☑️

Happy Fucking Birthday To Me

- Trejo

people need this version to be a reality

I am people

I have seen and heard SO MANY takes on Frankenstein of “what if the monster is just a hallucination and Victor’s doing the murders lol lmao” that just once I’d like a version where his family and the authorities and whatever successfully gaslight him into thinking the creature never existed and he did kill all those people and the creature crashes the public execution, looking exactly like Victor’s description, and being all “UNHAND HIM IM THE ONLY ONE ALLOWED TO KILL THAT BITCH!!!”

I have no comebacks to this

Which Gothic Horror Idiot are You?

I made a quiz! Is everyone sick of these yet???

https://uquiz.com/sg82jJ

(Options: Victor Frankenstein, Jonathan Harker, Dr. Henry Jekyll, Dorian Gray, Prince Prospero)

This is a lot of angst and I love it

These sordid kind of things are coming hard to me.

Plot: How did Judas get Annas' phone card?

Fandom: Jesus Christ Superstar

Pairing: Jesus and Judas

Tagging: @chaoticbitheatrekid @cptnrogersevans @sherwoodknights

"I just think it would be better if you could try and be more friendly with her. I'm not saying you two become best friends overnight, but at least make an effort to get along."

Judas grumbled, looking down and scuffing dirt with his worn boots. He hated when Jesus did that, lecturing him as if he was a child who needed scolding for not sharing his toys in the playground. Again it had been an argument with Mary that'd set it off, this time about a quarrel regarding Jesus' media attention to which Judas disagreed in most regard while she encouraged it. He hadn't realized how harsh his words had been until Mary had rolled her eyes at him and stormed off, leaving him fuming alone for a few seconds until Jesus had arrived to reprimand him.

And so they fought. Again. Jesus' lecture feeling more condescending by the word. He knew he was right this time, it would really help all of them if he tried to keep his public appearances to a bare minimum, specially with all the scrutiny they were getting. In all honesty, he knew him complaining right now was futile, but it always hurt when Jesus took Mary's side without even hearing him.

"You know I'm right this time!" He raised his voice, some of the followers turning their head from their tents and own conversations to them. "If you actually listened to me, you'd see that this is going too far", he said in a more hushed tone, locking eyes with him. His jaw was tight and had a dark look in him. Judas raised a hand, grabbing onto his coat's arm sleeve.

Jesus looked down to it and then up to Judas. "There's a lot to do and you need to understand that everything's going according to plan", he said reassuringly, his voice becoming softer. Jesus tilted his head, watching him with big eyes. He raised his palm and caressed his cheek, feeling the rough stubble beneath it. "Oh, Judas. I just need you to trust me on this, okay?"

Judas closed his eyes, his laboured breathing slowing down considerably. "Will you- Will you listen to me?" He pleaded, taking his hand on his own. "To my side of the story? To my view of all of it?"

Jesus opened his mouth, but was cut off abruptly by Simon who almost ran into them. "Jesus! We were looking for you, the reporters are here and want your opinion on the new government healthcare policy." He turned to Judas who seemed pissed that they'd been interrupted.

"Hey, Jude. Mary told me what happened, I just wanted to-"

"Cut it, Simon. It doesn't matter anymore." He scratched the back of his neck, then shoving his hands roughly into his coat's pockets. Judas sighed, turning to Jesus. "Go. I'll- I'll just hang here, it wasn't important, after all", he whispered the last part, but Jesus managed to catch it. Jesus looked at Simon for him to lead the way, not before giving Judas' upper arms a warm squeeze, accompanied by an apologetic half smile.

And he was alone. Again.

Judas sighed, sitting in a nearby bench. He dug into his jean's pocket, taking out one of his cigarettes. He knew Jesus didn't like it when he smoked, he said it was bad for his health and should find a healthier habit, but right now he needed a smoke. He rummaged through all of his pockets, trying to find his lighter. "Damnit," he whispered to himself. He didn't know how he managed to always lose them. Normally, he'd ask Jesus, who would have one "only for emergencies", as he liked to remind Judas, or he'd ask Simon for his own, but those options weren't plausible right now.

"Here."

Judas' head snapped up. A short, silver haired man in an ironed grey suit stood with his hand stretched out, in his palm, a lighter.

"Annas." He frowned, studying him up and down, yet accepting the fire and embracing the drag of the cigarette and the soothing sensation he got from it.

He knew Annas. All of them knew Annas. It was hard not to know him, or Caiaphas and the other pharisees. They were known for absolutely despising The Twelve and trying to get Jesus no matter the cost, apparently being threatened by him. He hadn't really met Annas before, he recalled that only Jesus had ever exchanged words with him and Caiaphas on various occasions, but he'd yelled at him from afar in protests and seen enough of him on TV. Still, he didn't know what Annas was even doing here.

Judas held the cigarette between his finger, a puff of smoke coming from his slightly open lips. "How can I help you?" He said in a mocking way, looking at him.

Annas cleared his throat, "I think the question here is how can I help you, Mr. Iscariot?" Judas frowned, taking another long drag before letting a swirl of smoke get lost in the grey sky. "I'm not following."

The older man smiled cynically, opening one of the flaps of his tailored suit and taking out a neat white business card. He handed it over, Judas taking it confused. It was sleek and minimalistic, with just a phone number written on it, and, on the other side, it just read "Super Omnes" in a clean font.

"What does this mean?"

Annas buttoned again his jacket, straightening himself. "You see, we've been trailing your little group" -he said with a sigh- "and I know you and your... boyfriend have had some rough patches recently."

Judas crossed his arms over his chest, not liking were this all was going. "He isn't my boyfriend", he mumbled almost to himself. Huffing, he looked at the shorter man with disdain, though wanting to know where he was going with all of this.

"The multitude grows larger every day, Mr. Iscariot. It would be a real pity if they were to suddenly turn against all of you." He paused. "To turn against him."

Judas' breath hitched. It was impossible that the pharisees had heard his conversations with Jesus, but they knew his most profound fear: that this whole charade ended up hurting Jesus. Annas must've seen his face, for he gave him a cruel smile, knowing he'd touched a nerve. He hadn't touched the taller man, yet Judas felt as if he had been slapped on the face by the hard truth. "The answer is quite simple, as you might find, and all we need is for you to confide in us", he said, pointing at the card Judas still held onto. "You know it's the right decision, Mr. Iscariot. We'll be waiting your call, have a good day."

"You son of a-" Judas started insulting him, but Annas had gotten in a sleek black car before he could finish, leaving him in shambles. "Fuck", he said through gritted teeth, throwing the half-smoked cigarette in front of him in anger. He hung his head and buried his hands in his hair, tugging. This was impossible, there was no way he would ever need this card. He glanced at the piece of paper, he should get rid of it. Picking up the cigarette butt, he was mad but littering was not a thing he did, he went to a trash can.

He only threw the cigarette.

Judas stuffed the card in his wallet, almost at very end of it, hard to reach and almost imperceptible. He was about to sit down again when he saw a familiar mop of dark hair trotting towards him. "Judas!" He panted. "Judas! I'm so sorry for leaving earlier, Simon was right and the press were really pushy on this and you know I couldn't tell them to-" He didn't let Jesus continue, pressing his lips against his, taking the other man by surprise. It was a hard kiss, bruising. His hand tangled in Jesus' hair, keeping him close as Jesus hung onto Judas' coat fiercely. They pulled apart, Jesus keeping their foreheads together.

"I saw you talking to Annas." Jesus hadn't even opened his eyes, a soft smile on his face that made Judas stomach drop even further. "What did he want?"

He wasn't going to tell him. He was never gonna use that card so, what good did it do to tell him? "He- It was just his usual stuff", he lied. "The little shit demanding us to back off on our protests and that." Judas hoped it was believable, he was sure Jesus could hear the rapid beating of his heart.

Jesus hummed, pulling away, the smile still painting his features. He didn't know how he almost seemed to glow, making him wanna smile that broadly too. There was a spark in his eyes he hadn't seen before, it almost seemed...sad, but Jesus must've noticed, lowering his head before raising it again, the spark, gone.

"So. What did you wanna tell me?"

Judas sighed, taking Jesus hand in his own with care. "It... It really doesn't matter. I'll be more lenient with Mary. Okay no, I'll try to be," he joked, making Jesus laugh and roll his eyes as he gave him a small peck on the lips.

"C'mon", Jesus said, enjoying the weight of his lover's hand on his own. "The others are waiting for us." And with that, they began walking towards their made up camp.

I won't ever need the card. Judas kept repeating himself, trying to focus on the warmness of his lover beside him. From a distance, a certain pharisee knew it wouldn't be long until he received a promising phone call.

exploding rn