chloes12:

⚠️SING 2 SPOILER WARNING / ADVERTENCIA DE SPOILER SING 2⚠️

johnny introduces Nooshy to Klaus

I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THE WAY JOHNNY GIGGLES A BIT AFTER WHAT NOOSHY SAYS

I DO NOT OWN THIS CLIP. FULL RIGHTS GO TO UNIVERSAL AND ILLUMINATION ENTERTAINMENT.

@redwylde

chloes12:

⚠️MAJOR SING 2 SPOILER WARNING / ADVERTENCIA DE SPOILER MAJOR SING 2⚠️

JOHNNY’S FULL ENDING PERFORMANCE

I DO NOT OWN THIS CLIP. ALL RIGHTS GO TO UNIVERSAL AND ILLUMINATION ENTERTAINMENT.

Porsha and Nooshy from “Sing 2” because I totally LOVED that movie! What a great, fun and tear-jerking sequel! I liked these new characters and their general character design, but they were so super skinny, especially Nooshy shouldn’t have been such a stickfigure since lynxes are fluffy with thick legs and big paws. So I wanted to re-design them a bit with more curves. :D

Characters©Illumination.

ash:hey, johnny — tell a joke.

johnny: uh, knock knock.

nooshy:who’s there?

johnny:me.

nooshy:me who?

johnny:johnny.

nooshy: hi, i’m nooshy.

johnny:thank you for your time.

ash: *shakes her head* idiot.

Moon Theater Teenage Drabbles ✨

i think i’ve recently been baking too much angst, so i’ve decided to write a bunch and bunch of fluff and drabbles—gonna take a bunch of requests if i do get any as well, just give me whatever prompt or summary and i’ll write one of these for you!

here’s just a short one for a start where ash, nooshy and meena are fussing over johnny’s broken ankle while he decides to be a stubborn child. :D

“Honestly, it’s not that big of a deal.” Johnny groaned in exasperation as Meena added what seemed like the fourth pillow to the stack elevating his leg up to a rather respectable height. “I told you I’m fine.”

“You’ve been saying that from the moment you did that failed hand glide onstage.” Ash huffed as she made sure the huge pillow behind Johnny’s back was plenty fluffed up, still angry about the fact that he managed to hurt himself. “You wouldn’t even shut up at the goddamn hospital while they were bandaging you up.”

“It’s just a lil’ sprained ankle—”

“—broken ankle.” Nooshy snapped, correcting him as she basically shoved the thermos of hot tea into his hand. “And you managed to also break a bloody finger in the process, you injury-prone idiot.”

“Right, whatever—you guys are makin’ it seem like I broke a rib or somethin’.” Johnny rolled his eyes as he gingerly took a sip of tea from his thermos (english black tea with honey, Nooshy knew just how he liked it) before recoiling when it slightly burned his tongue. “Honestly, it’s just a broken ankle, it’s—no, no Meena, no more pillows please—it’s not like it’s gonna kill me.”

“If the injury didn’t kill you, we will.” Ash snappishly said as she stood on a tiptoe to place the ice bag over his bandaged foot. “You gave us a massive fright, and you’re never going to hear the end of it from me.”

“Itold you you weren’t ready for that move yet.” Nooshy crossed her arms. “You never listen to me.”

“Sorry,mum.” Johnny mumbled sarcastically, eyes fixated on the cast on his hand as if it were suddenly the most interesting thing in the world.

“Why aren’t you drinkin’ your tea? Do I need to spoon-feed you?” Nooshy raised a brow tentatively.

Johnny sputtered. “Wh-wha, no!”

“Then drink up!”

Johnny mumbled something incoherent underneath his breath and cupped his thermos to take small sips of tea out of it, brows furrowed at the excessive amount of care he was receiving. Yeah, sure, he was grateful and all—but really, did they have to make such a fuss about it?

“You’re not even acting like it hurts!” Meena said, starting to sound a little annoyed. “You’re being a bit stubborn—”

“It really doesn’t!”

Ash stuck out a finger and poked Johnny’s foot, resulting in an angry, pained hiss.

“Ow! Wha’ was tha’ for?”

“Ha, see? It does hurt!”

“Look,I’m the one who’s hurt here—I don’t see why I’m the one who’s bein’ berated and harassed instead of bein’ comforted and cuddled.” Johnny crossed his arms, slumping a little against the mass of pillows behind his back and sinking into the nest of fuzzy blankets Ash had placed over him at some point.

“I’d hate to let you know what real harassment from us would look like.” Nooshy replied. “And the reason why is even after you broke your ankle, you decided to act like the bloody hero and dance the rest of your routine through the pain like that would actually make it any better—”

“Well, to be fair, back then I didn’t know it was broken—”

“—we heard the snap of your bones over the music.”

“Now, that’s a bit of an exaggeration, don’t you think?”

“Is not. Look, just deal with it—we’re your best friends, we love you no matter how dumb you are, and we basically have an unspoken duty—” Ash grabbed a handful of DVDs from the shelves. “—to take care of your ass while you recover from your broken ankle.” She dumped them onto his lap. “Pick one.”

“Um, well, these aren’t exactly movies that I—”

“Justpick one, goddammit—”

“Alrigh’, alrigh’, geez—” Johnny picked out a random movie from the selection sprawled across the blankets, wincing as Ash sent him a death glare before picking up that one movie. “And you say that you guys are not exaggerating.”

“We’re not, where did you get that idea?”

“But Nooshy, you asked the doctor how long Johnny has to live—” Meena said quietly as she sat down on one of the beanbags situated at the corner of Johnny’s room, her head surrounded by posters of all kinds of musicians, musicals, and movies.

“He could have died, okay? He looked as if he were in the pain of someone hammering his face with a—”

“Look, can we just forget about my ankle, and my finger, whatever this fuss is all about—” Johnny shook his head. “—and can we just watch this movie together? I’m tired.”

“Only if you promise not to hurt yourself like an idiot and then decide to be all stubborn about it.” Ash replied, already jumping up onto the bed beside him and settling down on the seat beside him, stealing one of his blankets just as the movie started.

“Can’t guarantee it.” Johnny replied with a smirk as Nooshy jumped in between them, squeezing herself into the small gap. Meena laughed as she moved the beanbag over to Johnny’s side, eyes already glued to the screen.

“… could one of you get me Takis, though? The spicy ones, if there are any—”

“Ugh, it’s like taking care of a toddler.”

snapchats during performance breaks

from pawbucks:

johnny: english breakfast tea / black coffee

ash: caramel latte / caramel macchiato / basically anything a tad sweet but not too sweet / she’s picky in that sort of way

nooshy: anything to keep me awake just gimme the goddamn coffee

when your bestie wants in on the selfie:

ash: hey johnny wanna take a selfie??

johnny: yea sure

nooshy:couNT ME IN—

nooshy wants him drunk quicker so that she can take pictures and record videos of his drunk shenanigans. she uses them for bribery or to make fun of him after he’s sober.

nooshy doodles:

i’m supposed to be revising my frickin essay, hhh-

also i changed her shoes up a bit because i wanted to see her wear those.

might get a little angsty here, had these bottled up in my head for a while (can’t think of anything for nooshy, but i will think about it!).

johnny: 

- johnny hates crying in front of others, hates it more than anything. despises it and will bite down on his tongue or dig his nails into his hand to hold it in (sometimes it’s enough to draw blood).

- he appreciates the comfort his friends try to offer him at that very moment, but he hates looking so vulnerable when he’s supposed to be the strong one looking out for his best friends.

- whenever he feels like he can’t take it he quietly excuses himself to the bathroom.

- he completely lets himself go when he’s locked himself inside and his shoulders just lurch as he sobs over the sink.

- of course the rest can hear him and they all silently agree on the fact that he needs comfort.

- but they all know trying to bombard him at once at the beginning will just overwhelm him and make him say “he’s fine”.

- obviously, none of them are going to take that as an answer.

- so one of them (usually it’s ash or nooshy) visits his room with a cup of english breakfast tea (+ honey) once he’s calmed down.

- they usually find him practicing a piano piece he has to play for their show, continuously messing up on notes.

- johnny would try to greet whoever it is with a cheerful voice—sometimes they can notice that he’s still upset, sometimes they just can’t tell because he’s so good at hiding it.

- “i’m telling you, really, i’m okay. there’s nothing bothering me, honest.”

- he gives many attempts to try and change the subject when they try to get it out of him, but eventually they manage to verbally back him into a corner.

- johnny doesn’t say anything for a while and slightly starts to pace, then gives in and blurts out how he’s trying, he’s trying so hard to be perfect, to be the most he can, trying so, so hard to be strong, because he needs to be the strong one for the rest of them.

- but it’s just really difficult, and sometimes he can just feel the pressure getting to him and he’s just so tired and it makes it hard for him to breathesometimes.

- but the thought of becoming a burden just stresses him out way too much, so even though he wants to talk to an adult or a friend about it his mind and body just won’t let him do so, and it just feels like it’s building up inside his chest—suffocatinghim.

- his hands start to shake a bit and he starts to talk faster, rambling on and on as he picks up pace like he does when he grows anxious or nervous.

- “i-i feel like i should be able to do it, y’know? b-but then i try to do it, and there’s just so many other things that stay on my mind and it’s… it’s like it’s messin’ with my head. am i really not enough? i never know what i’m supposed to do to fix it all, and i just feel so… so useless.”

- johnny then stops and quietly admits that sometimes he just feels patheticandweak, and that’s when they give him a nice, warm hug, although it does take him a while to actually sink into it.

-“johnny,‘pathetic’and‘weak’ would be the last words anyone would use to describe you. it’s okay to tell us you’re feeling stressed out sometimes, all we want to do is help you. please don’t try to hide anything like that from us, it’s important we know you’re having a hard time. you’re never a burden… you’re our hope, o-our family… you’re our best friend. we love you.”

- eventually the others would join in and it just all ends in one huge cuddle/hug sesh until porsha cheerfully offers that they all watch his favorite movie to cheer him up.

- they all eventually end up tangled up in a mess of blankets and cushions on the couch asleep altogether, halfway through the movie.

ash:

- she hasn’t been able to get rid of her “stupid” trust issues after her boyfriend of five years, lance, ditched her for some random bitch named becky.

- ever since she never really let herself get too close to anyone else beside her new stage crew family.

- ash has always been scared of stepping out of her comfort zone, especially when it means getting deeply involved with other animals.

- but for some reason she holds onto the old electric guitar lance had gotten for her for their second-year anniversary, although she has more than enough money to buy a better and newer one.

- and oh god, she feels pathetic like a stupid teenager hanging onto her stupid ex and she can’t help but feel like she’s being a complete idiot over it.

- so ash has, more than five times, tried to throw her guitar away, case and all, reassuring herself that she can just buy a better one—one that wasn’t given to her by some low-life cheating bastard.

- but whenever she tries her hands start shaking as she grips onto the case, and her teeth clenches and she just can’t let go of it and it drives her insane.

- she finds herself thinking if she was that bad enough of a girlfriend for lance to go find becky, and she gets angry and she has to clench her teeth not to start bawling.

- she returns back to their condo and tosses the guitar case aside into the living room, disappearing into her own without a word, letting everyone there realize almost immediately what she was going through. 

- they know that she needs time for herself for at least thirty minutes before one of them talk to her so during that time, meena goes out to the nearest café and buys a piece of chocolate cake with bubble tea or hot chocolate.

- after those thirty minutes, one of them (preferably johnny) goes inside with her guitar and finds ash walking busily around the room aggressively cleaning everything up, loudly blasting music from her phone.

- it takes her a while and some soothing words to get her to calm down and bring her down from her “worked-up”state, and when she does she sits down on her bed, staring down at the red guitar case covered top-to-bottom with stickers.

- “i feel so stupid.” she says, fists clenched on her lap. “he was such an idiot, and i know he doesn’t deserve what i offer him… but why am i holding onto this? what am i doing wrong? i thought i moved on, and i know i have, but… something must be, just, really wrong with me. maybe… maybe i’m just not strong enough to erase him from my mind.”

- “you’re not, stupid, ash, don’t say that. and there is nothing wrong with you, i promise. sometimes… we just have a hard time thinking what we want and we wonder what’s right. no, you can’t forget him—the more you try to forget him, the more your mind will take you towards him. the best you can do—the best we can do—is create another chapter of your life. a fresh one, see? things were bad back then… but now, you have us, don’t you? we can write a fresh new page together, create better memories over the worse ones.”

- “you’re one of the strongest animals i know, ash. believe me. it’s going to be a tough journey, but you’re not alone.”

- then ash leans into them and they wrap her into a side-hug. they find ash wearily eyeing the guitar case again.

- “keep the guitar—it doesn’t have to mean that it’s something you can’t let go of. it’s just part of who you are, and the music you make from that guitar is what shapes you. think it that way, alright?”

- then they carefully hand ash her drink and her slice of chocolate cake.

- “ugh, you guys know me so well.”

porsha:

- porsha doesn’t really go visit her dad in jail, she tries to avoid doing it if she can.

- he’s never really been the best dad in the world, and he had done so many wrongs… but then again, he’s her dad. he used to be all she had.

- so from time to time, porsha does try to go talk to her dad to check on him—the last thing she would want was for him to fall ill or into some sort of state of depression.

- but he never comes talk to her, refuses to talk to her, but she decides to hold on and sits there for about an hour, hope dwindling every passing minute.

- eventually she comes back to their condo, not really hiding the fact that she’s crying or having a breakdown, her make-up completely smudged across her fur.

- before anyone can get up and ask her what’s wrong, she locks herself in the bathroom and doesn’t come out for sometimes hours.

- they knock on the door gently and ask her if she’s okay, but all she can manage at that point is just brokenly tell them to leave her alone because she can’t use her voice at the moment.

- she does unlock the door at some point but leaves it closed—whenever she cried as a kit she’d usually wait for her dad to come and maybe give her a hug, but it never really happened.

- she’s not used to asking for anyone’s comfort or consolation and is honestly embarrassed to show how sorryandpitiful she looks, so different from her “happy”facade. 

- but porsha knows she could use some comfort and stays in the same spot waiting for it—usually her friends all hear the door unlock and it’s not long until someone comes in to check on her.

- “i-i think my daddy hates me.” she chokes out, and she slightly bites down on her fist. “i know he’s bad, alright? i know he’s not a good person… but he’s my daddy. h-he’s supposed to love me, right? then why won’t he talk to me?”

- “listen.” they say as they take her hand, helping her to her feet. “your dad, well, he… he did bad things, i know. and he’s always had his priorities in the wrong place. his reputation came first before anything, and i can’t imagine what it would have been like growing underneath such a shadow.”

- “but just because he did have priorities in the wrong place, doesn’t mean he doesn’t love you. he does love you, i’m sure of it… he’s just blind of who you are, he’s not considerate enough to appreciate you, because you’re such a wonderful, amazing person to be with. he just can’t see that.”

- “i know everything hurts because you feel like he doesn’t want anything to do with you. but he might, and i really really hope he does, that he’ll be able to get to see what’s important. until then, you have us—we appreciate you, and we’re all happy to be able to call you our best friend. we’ll get through this together, alright?”

- porsha feels better at these little pep talks and asks what she ever did to deserve such “awesome bffs”, they have a little laugh about it, have a group hug, before they decide to give time for porsha to clean up or redo her make-up so that they can go have ice cream at the city square.

( + might add one for nooshy if i can think of something!)

“when the cast is sick” cute headcanons (that live rent free in my head)

buster:

- when buster gets sick with the cold or flu, he never mentions it until someone points out much he’s sneezing or sniffing.

- buster isn’t the type to deny having any sort of sickness but always tries to put the topic down by saying it’s just a “lil’ bug”.

- of course the theatre family is never convinced and they usually find buster passed out from exhaustion in his office chair, snoring away.

- usually when this happens one of them just place a fuzzy blanket over him and let him sleep throughout the remainder of the day.

- buster always tries to keep himself busy when he’s sick with more show-brainstorming or other work (it helps with the stress).

- rosita is usually the first to notice buster isn’t feeling well and makes soup for him (she’s such a mom, i love her).

- meena is the second one to notice and also makes him soup (+ ginger cookies because buster loves those).

- his sneezes are adorable, though. fight me.

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johnny:

- never admits to being sick until someone (usually it’s ash or nooshy, others can’t really do it) give him a death glare that reads “tell me the goddamn truth or i’ll crush you with love”.

- poor beans usually overworks himself with the theatre business—workaholic to the core.

- takes johnny, like, ten tries to finally convince him to briefly lie down or go home and get some fuckin’ rest.

- worst thing about being sick is that he can’t sing and he gets sad.

- when one of his friends come over to take care of him, he refuses to let them do anything for him.

- well, anything besides getting him a bunch of pillows. he needs pillows.

- drinks tea. drinks hot, earl grey tea. 

- still a child inside so refuses to take any medicine.

ash: eat it! eat it—

johnny:nO—

ash: oh come on,stop being such a baby—

johnny: it’s absolutely minging!

ash: it’s like, onespoonful.one, spoonful.

johnny: it tastes like ointment.

ash:*about to throw the spoon*HOW DO YOU KNOW WHAT OINTMENT TASTES LIKE—

johnny:I JUST KNOW, LEAVE ME ALONE I’M SICK—

- when johnny’s really sick, usually just curls up in his bed and sleeps literally 24/7.

- will absolutely make himself a nest of blankets and pillows because HE NEEDS IT.

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nooshy: 

- nooshy has a rock-hard immune system, so she usually doesn’t get sick.

- when she does, she gets very angry at herself.

nooshy:*sniffles while being wrapped in hundreds of blankets* this is so dumb.

johnny: i know, you’ve said it twenty-seven times in the past six minutes.

- nooshy has to play video games in bed—it’s the only way to keep her sane and from running away outside of the building.

- ash and johnny (sometimes they drag meena along) all come over to play video games with her.

- nooshy says at first that she doesn’t want anyone to come over to see her in “such a pathetic state”.

- but then of course she carefully she admits that she loves them all and enjoys their company, although said very grumpily.

nooshy: i ought to crush you guys. *aggressive sneeze* 

meena: is she serious?

johnny: that’s just her way of saying “i love you”.

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ash:

-deny, deny, deny.

- nope, she doesn’t admit it.

ash:*looking like a zombie*I’M FINE GODDAMN IT—

meena: we should really get you to bed, i mean—

ash:HISSSSSSSSSSSS—

- stubborn as well, and she will go on and on until her body just refuses to function like a normal porcupine.

- ash eventually ends up working all day.

- someone (usually johnny or rosita) will eventually get a phone call and ash will carefully ask them that they can’t get home from the theatre.

- johnny (being her bi-best-friend) brings his truck along to save her and on the way there buys her hot chocolate.

- she’s thankful for this but she’s grumpy and embarrassed at this point so she mutters a quiet “thanks” with her arms crossed.

- she physically has to be dragged or carried to the doctors office.

- ash sits in bed with thousands of tissue boxes surrounding her while she stares at a netflix rom com without any emotion.

- she needs to get up and do at least something.

- so ash gets up and starts cleaning her apartment without a word—inch to inch.

- usually pissed off that her voice sounds like a scratchy record player and that her stupid cold won’t let her sing.

- gets a very specific craving for lemon tarts when she’s sick.

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porsha: 

- beautiful when healthy, a complete sniffling, shivering mess when she’s sick.

- doesn’t deny being sick, but never one to mention feeling under the weather first.

- usually she’s grateful that someone points it out for her.

- porsha recovers from her sicknesses very, very quickly. a good night sleep and she’s good to go.

buster: wait, weren’t you sick yesterday?

porsha:*completely fine*yea!

buster: a-and you’re all better now in a day?

porsha:YEA! :D

- porsha is always cold—wrap her in ten thousand blankets and she’d still say she feels a bit chilly.

- she wants cuddles and needs cuddles when she’s sick (and they’re usually given to her without much hesitation).

- when she feels absolutely awful from the headaches and the coughing fits she gets a little dramatic.

porsha: ash, ash, i thinK I’M DYING.

ash: porsha, for the last time, you aren’t dying—

porsha:*sobs* i’M DYINGG—

- she calms down immediately when she’s given one of rosita’s cold-curing soups and laughs at how ridiculous she must have looked earlier.

- she usually keeps herself cheerful even when she’s sick and eventually she can’t stop smiling from all the love she gets from the theatre crew (when she was sick it was usually one of the house workers who took care of her and not her dad).

(+ might add more!)

johnny headcanons (cuz i cannot keep these to myself)

(watch him dance )

- johnny used to spend a whole lot of time with his mum—she was a music prodigy and had an amazing singing voice.

- she also played the piano, so back when they lived in Wales, she’d teach him to play.

- after his mom died from cancer, he hadn’t been able to lay a finger on the piano keys because it hurt to think of her.

- johnny learned to ice skate for his mum because back when she was sick his tricks were one of the things that made her smile.

- he’s been skateboarding since he was seven, so he basically knows all the skateboarding tricks you could think of.

- when he was thirteen, he stole one of his dad’s cigarettes and tried smoking—he hated how it felt like it was choking him and never tried it again, scared that if he did it again it would make him unable to sing.

- johnny, since he was young, had been a massive clay calloway fan; some of his songs were his mom’s favorite, so whenever he feels alone and in doubt he sits back and let the music play on his phone.

- music was johnny’s way to escape reality.

- whenever he felt like he couldn’t take it, he left the garage to an abandoned warehouse and he’d sing his heart out alone for hours and hours.

- after his mom died while in Wales, his dad and his gang moved to the States and they moved around a lot.

- johnny was never really bullied at school because of his friendly demeanor, but he never really got to make any close friends because he moved around too much to stay long.

- johnny and nooshy are gamer buddies.

- they gather at johnny’s place every weekend in the afternoon to play video games.

- when he loses he gets grumpy (yes, he pouts).

johnny: this isn’t fair, you got three more ko’s while you made me go get the snacks.

nooshy: it’s called misdirection, big guy. :)

johnny: i’m not playing. >:( *proceeds to play*

- he has music playlists created in his spotify for every single mood he’s feeling.

- believe it or not, johnny’s into reading (anything besides nonfiction, really).

- when he reads, he wears glasses.

- oh holy hecc, does it make him look distinguished.

- johnny writes his own songs from time to time.

- nowadays, johnny, ryan and nooshy just come together from time to time to do free-form dancing.

- johnny is oblivious to everything.

ryan: i was thinking we could be more than just friends.

johnny: oh, sure! so like, best friends?

ryan: no, more than that—

johnny:best best friends?

ryan: no, even more.

johnny:mega best friends?

ryan: i give up.

- yes, we all know he’s a lovelybimess.