Well, I am so very soft for the s8 dropping in just a few hours so I guess I will just put it here for the record, and maybe, future animatic/cover or whatever. Or maybe one of you guys would like to do something with this. In that case, I’m more than welcome and definetely would love to see people doing something with it!
I had this Man up song (from The Book of Mormon musical) version since two years. And I’m quite proud of it so I really wanted to share it with people out there. There’s the audio
And the lyrics are here:

PIDGE:
What did brother do
When they expected him to fight
Did he try to run away?
Did he just break down and cry?

No, brother dug down deep
Knowing what he had to do-
When surrounded by alien ships
Brother knew that he had to…

Man up.
He had to man up.
So he get on that ship
and flied ahead
And he manned up.
Damn, he manned up
And taught us all what real manning
Up is about!

And now it’s up to me
And it’s time to man up!
Brother has his time
Now it’s mine ta MAN UP!

I’m taking the reins,
l’m cutting my hair!
Just like brother
I’m bearing my fate!
I’ve gotta stand up,
Can’t just clam up,
It’s time ta-
MAN UP!

HUNK
‘Cuz there’s a time in your life
When you know you’ve got to
MAN UP.
Don’t let it pass you by,
There’s just one time to
MAN UP.

LANCE
Watch me man up like
Nobody else!

HUNK
I’m gonna man up all
Over myself!

LANCE
I’ve got to get ready,
It’s time ta,
Time ta!

What did Shiro do
When they kidnapped all his crew?
Did he scream like a girl?
Or did he take it like a man?
When some one had to fight
He was right there to help
Shiro said “I’ll do it!”
And he took it on the chin!

HUNK
He manned up!
He manned up,
He inspired both me and you
That’s man up.
Real man up.
And now it’s my time ta…

LANCE
DO IT DUDE!

SHIRO
Time to be a hero
And beat the galras!
Time to battle Zarkon
I’m not your prisoner!
I’m gonna time ta, just watch me go!
Time to stand up and blow up his reign
Time ta!  Mine ta!
Time ta!  Time ta!
TIME TA.

ALLURA:
Altean city
A place of hope and joy…

CORAN:
MAN UP!

ALLURA:
And if they want to get here
They just have to find that lion!

CORAN:
Time ta!

KEITH:
Can you please tell me
Why did the Garrison expelled me?

CHORUS:
Alternian city…

LANCE:
Hasta la later, Keith!

KEITH:
More to the point,
What did they do to Shiro in that ship?

CHORUS:
Alternian city
You have to save him!

KEITH:
It seems I’m not alone anymore

HUNK:
Man up!

KEITH:
Now these dorks will know my suspects

ALL:
Mullet boy

KEITH:
We are going where the lions are
AND FORM VOLTRON

ALL:
FORM VOLTRON

CHORUS:
Listen to the wild cat call!

PIDGE:
My time to, time ta,
Now it’s my time to,
Time ta!

CHORUS:
Altea is also a ship!

SHIRO:
No time to, not time ta,
No, now it’s time to time ta!

CHORUS:
Huuh!

LANCE:
I’ll be leader for the
very first time!

CHORUS:
Time ta!

KEITH:
I dont think you can
drive us straight!

CHORUS:
Straight!

CORAN:
Can’t you guys just
please flippin’ calm down
It’s time ta,
To form
VOLTRON!

ALLURA:                                         CHORUS:                KEITH:
 Altean city!                                      Hay ya ya!                 Form Voltron
Altean city!                                      Hay ya ya!                  Form Voltron
Altean city!                                      I’m coming…
Altean city!           

ALL:                                                                                   FORM VOLTRON!
Worm hole!

LANCE:
It’s time ta-

HUNK:
I dont think thats a good idea but whatever!

Connor: !!!

Robin: Sup fuckers, we’re moving in.

My ideal relationship consists in having musical duets together, and by together I mean I sing both parts and the other person just sits and watches

I love how consistent broadway actors are.

1. Hadestown
2. Natasha, Pierre, and the Great Comet of 1812
3. Bandstand
4. Groundhog Day
5. Girl From the North Country
6. Moulin Rouge
7. Alice By Heart
8. The Band’s Visit
9. Hamilton
10. 35mm
11. Jagged Little Pill
12. Bloody Bloody Andrew Jackson
13. Dear Evan Hansen
14. Six
15. Beetlejuice
16. SpongeBob SquarePants
17. Big Fish
18. Come From Away
19. Bring it On
20. The Hunchback of Notre Dame
21. American Idiot
22. Anastasia
23. American Psycho
24. Once
25. The Book of Mormon
26. Something Rotten
27. A Gentleman’s Guide to Love and Murder
28. Fela!
29. Mean Girls
30. Bat Out of Hell
31. Fun Home
32. Jasper in Deadland
33. Newsies
34. The Man in the Ceiling 
35. Tuck Everlasting
36. Ain’t Too Proud
37. The Prom
38. A Bronx Tale
39. The Scottsboro Boys
40. Memphis
41. Beautiful: The Carole King Musical
42. Lightning Thief
43. School of Rock
44. Kinky Boots
45. Waitress
46. Heathers
47. First Date
48. Matilda
49. Bonnie and Clyde
50. Be More Chill (I don’t like this show but I appreciate the creativity and scrappiness)

hurry up and revive legally blonde with christian borle as every character you cowards

my dream role? I’d have to say draco malfoy in a very potter musical

“But what think ye? A certain man had two sons; and he came to the first, and said, Son, go work to day in my vineyard. He answered and said, I will not: but afterward he repented, and went. And he came to the second, and said likewise. And he answered and said, I go, sir: and wentnot. Whether of them twain did the will of his father? They say unto him, The first. Jesus saith unto them, Verily I say unto you, That the publicans and the harlots go into the kingdom of God before you. For John came unto you in the way of righteousness, and ye believed him not: but the publicans and the harlots believed him: and ye, when ye had seen it, repented not afterward, that ye might believe him.” - Matthew 21:28-32 

Our life is full of opportunities to say “yes” to God, and also, to say “no”.

We are free, and we can choose either one or the other. But when we choose to say “yes,” God expects us to stay true to Him, and to be consistent with our decision.

It is useless to say “yes” with our lips if our way of acting does not confirm our words.

In this case it is more meritorious, after having said “no”, to repent of what was said, and act as if we had said “yes”, as Jesus teaches in the parable.

Many times we believe that we are good people, and that we “deserve salvation”, because in our life there is one or another pious practice, which we carry out with the desire to “please God”, but in the rest of the time, we do not remember for nothing of Him, and we live according to our wishes and whims.

On the other hand, there are people who, despite being branded by others - and also by us - as “sinners”, estranged from God due to some circumstance in their life, who recognize their smallness, and with humble hearts beg for his mercy and compassion. with true repentance, and a deep desire for conversion.

Faithfulness and consistency are two essential qualities of the disciples of Jesus.

Faithfulness enables us to persevere in time and despite it, in our original decision to make his message of love and salvation come true in our lives. Consistency leads us to fully match our decisions and our actions.

Both require a great effort on our part, but with the grace of God, who is always ready to help us, both are possible.

We live in difficult times for faith; times in which to remain faithful and be consistent, can bring us displeasure, in many cases serious, and with people who are important to us; It can even happen - why not? - that at some point and due to some circumstance, our life is threatened; but God expects from us generosity and dedication to his cause; that’s why we can’t give up.

Faith gives us the certainty that whatever happens, He will be with us, accompanying us, strengthening us, illuminating us with his light, as he did with Jesus.

The episode of Zacchaeus is narrated to us only by Luke, and placed after the healing of the blind man from Jericho (Luke 18: 35-43) as a complement. The blind man is healed so that he can see Jesus, and Zacchaeus climbs a fig tree so that he too can see Jesus.

Tax collectors were looked down upon as sinners by the Jews of that time. The way in which taxes were collected then lent itself to much corruption and abuse, practices condemned by the Law of Moses. Sharing a table with a sinner was considered a “contamination” in sin, a complicity with him that was incapable of prayer and worship. Zacchaeus was the chief tax collector in the Jericho region, and for this he was the target of scorn.

Jesus, who reads hearts, takes the initiative and invites all his people to Zacchaeus’ house, which should not be small at all. The attempt is this to see the teacher has been more than rewarded. And the presence of Jesus and his words change her heart. The conversion of Zacchaeus is important because it shows us how faith in Jesus entails a change in attitude and lifestyle.

Zacchaeus agrees to give half of his assets to the poor and, in addition, if he has never extorted taxes, he will pay back four times more.

The expression of Jesus: today salvation has come to this house, contains a double meaning. On the one hand, Jesus, who is the salvation of God, has lodged in Zacchaeus’ house, and has even stayed in his heart. On the other hand, salvation, understood as conversion to God, has transformed Zacchaeus’ life.

To know more please read Luke 19: 1-10: https://www.churchofjesuschrist.org/study/scriptures/nt/luke/19?lang=eng

明天还有考试 我为什么还在画画（。

So Killing Eve season 4 is really just a badly written parody of the Book of Mormon?

Featuring the songs:

“Baptize Me” by Nelle Petrova

“Turn It Off” by Eve whenever Villanelle is mentioned

“You and Me (But Mostly Me) by Villanelle after she took down the 12

"I Believe” and “Making Things Up Again” by us clown once we get into the denial stage

“Spooky Mormon Hell Dream” by the writers responding to us

And finally “Hasa Diga Eebowai” by us once we realize there’s no episode 9 huh?

passionsdie:

hey friends!!

so! i’m writing an au on ao3!

it’s a bom & falsettos crossover thing where kevin & whizzer are siblings and i Know that some people don’t like that, so please don’t come at me if you don’t. i’ve been insulted over it in the past so i feel the need to mention that :’)

anyways! if you ARE a person who likes that au!!

i have a huge list of headcanons for the family i created for this au & i really really want to talk about them with someone bc i’m proud of them and i want to ramble :’)

so like…. if anyone wants to listen to me ramble & possibly help me come up with more headcanons for them, please message me !

*banging pots and pans together* this is the shit I live for. Give it all to me

If you’re following them, then you already know.

Joel Granger and Patrick Whitbread, former members of the Book of Mormon AU/NZ tour, have been posting videos of them recreating iconic scenes from movies as suggested by their friend Naomi Price (who is also a very talented and popular performer in Australia) while they’re in self-isolation. Last night they asked for people to send suggestions for their last few scenes. I sent four suggestions and Joel responded, letting me know that all of them were excellent and heavily contended. They have been posting them every two days and I’m dying to see if any of my suggestions made it.

In the meantime please see either Joel’s or Patrick’s IGTV’s to view these masterpieces.

Joel Granger (@joelgranger_) • Instagram photos and videos

Patrick Whitbread (@pwhitbread) • Instagram photos and videos

starting a sad fic during a university class because I’m sad? it’s more likely than you think

The Book of Mormon closed last night here in Australia. I saw the show 16 times in total (including shows from last year). I wanted to share some pictures with y’all of Joel Granger and I. He’s one of the nicest performers I’ve ever met and he really kills it as Elder McKinley.

And as an added bonus:

Blake Bowden (Elder Price) and I!

sad-showtunes:

gatoraaade:

digitalstowaway:

Connor and Kevin stay up one night (before curfew of course) after all the other elders go to sleep and just talk and get to know each other better

Connor admits that his childhood dream was to be a Disney Prince at Disney World and Kevin’s eyes light up and gushes about all his childhood trips to Disney and Connor says he’s never been and Kevin nearly screams at him “I’LL TAKE YOU AFTER OUR MISSION”

And after that is when he realizes he has a bad crush on Elder McKinley

I want to write a fic on this so bad now!

DO IT! I’D READ THE FUCK OUTTA THAT

I want this very badly!!!

cryptidwithoutacause:

reblog if you’re gay, fully believe in mcpriceley, or wish only the best for the people in the musical theater industry

A Goddamn PSA:

I saw Book of Mormon again tonight because I was taking my best friend to see it for the first time. Throughout majority of Act One AND Act Two, this asshole couple next to me kept talking. I don’t mind a bit of talk, so long as it’s quiet and/or you have a valid reason (like explaining something someone didn’t understand). However, this couple was talking loud enough that my friend sitting next to me heard them, and the usher who was a metre or two away heard them. By the time I got fed up during Act One, it was almost over and I decided to let it go. They then proceeded to talk during every song and by the time I Am Africa rolled around, I turned to them and asked them to be quiet. I was staring at this man and he just stared straight ahead and ignored me. Guess what? They continued to fucking talk and I was ready to throw hands.

TLDR: unless you have a reason or you’re super quiet, don’t fucking talk through a show. Learn some fucking theatre etiquette. I paid to hear the performers, not you.

itsamusical-amusical:

No-one:

Literally not a soul:

Me: Can I tell you about Elder Price from Book of Mormon??? I’ve been dying to talk about Kevin Price,,,,,,, let me tell you about Kevin Price

ao3feed-mcpriceley:

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/1QE9B8l

byphantomreviewer

Connor is not blushing, it’s just warm in the café, because of all the boiling water. In an ideal world this would be the scenario into which another costumer would appear to make the growing silence less awkward, because Connor just can’t think of anything to say and Kevin seems satisfied with this reaction. In the end, to break the tension that it’s possible that only Connor is feeling, he orders a hot chocolate and imagines a horribly familiar voice muttering ‘cute’ under its breathe when he gets a whipped cream moustache. He’s not cute, he’s manly.

Elementary teacher Connor McKinley meets caffeine addicted barista Kevin Price, what happens next is somewhat inevitable.

Words: 5150, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

• Fandoms:The Book of Mormon - Parker/Stone/Lopez
• Rating:Teen And Up Audiences
• Warnings:No Archive Warnings Apply
• Categories:F/M,M/M
• Relationships:Elder McKinley/Elder Kevin Price,Elder Arnold Cunningham/Nabulungi Hatimbi,Minor or Background Relationship(s)
• Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafés,Alternate Universe - Teachers,Meet-Cute,Getting Together,Fluff,First Kiss,Internalized Homophobia

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/1QE9B8l

If anyone missed it before, here’s my BoM AU.

So, who wanted a Book of Mormon Age of Sail AU? (Me. I did. So I wrote one.) One chapter of an unknown number in an interconnected series, in this part Captain Nabulungi engages in a gam with Lieutenant McKinley and offers a trade…

Adventure In The Great Wide Somewhere (Part 1.)
Age of Sail AU, inspired by the true events of The Essex, HMS Bounty and HMS Pandora (for further information read Nathaniel Philbrick’s In The Heart Of The Sea and Caroline Alexander’s The Bounty.)

“What do you mean ‘most of your crew can’t swim’ do you know how stupid that is?” Captain Nabulungi asked the moment the door to the captain’s cabin had been closed behind her. She knew better of ship discipline than to publicly berate the commanding officer in front of his crew and she was already pushing her boundaries by insisting that all gams between Lion Queen andThe Moroni took place on Lieutenant McKinley’s vessel, instead of her own.

Until she could trust him she wasn’t having him on board Lion Queen; she needed those maps her castaways had firmly in her possession before she’d hand them over to anyone. She had started to become attached to them at any rate, the taller was a strong navigator – finer than any she’d known since Ghali – and the shorter was, entertaining. He made her smile. She wasn’t about to hand them over to authority without reassurance. And the knowledge that this Lieutenant had a ship full of sailors who could not swim didn’t fill her with confidence.

Lieutenant McKinley looked like he was regretting sharing that particular facet of his crew’s deficiencies.

“We were mustered on short notice Captain, upon hearing reports of the sinking of The Utah, she was last sighted in this district. I ask again, have you any news of her, or have your crew reported any flotsam that could be of a brig of her calibre?” He looked tired as he asked, but her resolve did not waver.

Her answer was technically truthful, she had learned the difference between a lie and a slight of hand early in her nautical career – as cabin girl she had more than once found herself in compromising positions on the orders of her captain, and she had learnt to maintain her innocence even with her hands on the sea chest in question – and this Lieutenant had asked of The Utah and of flotsam spotted in the vicinity. He had not asked about castaways or whether Gotswana had spotted the whale which corresponded with her guests claims of being stove in.

“Perhaps-” she didn’t know why she was offering an alternative but the Lieutenant’s face had fallen further, “-perhaps if your crew learn to swim then my crew may, chance, upon a memory.”

She turned her most winning smile on him. Sometimes, when you were dealing with sailors the smile of a pretty girl was as effective as any weapon. This Lieutenant however seemed unaffected by her smile, but frowned thoughtfully at her words

“My crew can all swim,” she said with a shrug, “They will teach you.”

She outlined her plan. They could moor together at the nearest island – visible on the horizon, with a good bay wide enough for both ships and while some crew from The MoroniandLion Queen could go ashore to collect fresh supplies, the rest could teach in the bay. “Less sharks in shallow water,” she said with a grin, surprised when he smiled back at her - “There are sharks everywhere” – that, she supposed, was true. It would not take more than a few weeks at most, she knew her crew to be more than capable and Kimbay had taught Nabulungi more than she cared to admit. Her crew could take an untrained crew and turn them into something capable. She would have to keep her castaways below decks, but that would be a small price for them to pay in the end. She had books. They would be entertained. And the taller had to copy his maps for her in payment for safe passage.

“Are you offering a trade? If you can teach my men to swim, then you will give me information about the whereabouts of The Utah and her disappearance. Excuse me Captain-” Nabulungi was impressed, despite herself that he did not stumble once over the word and call her ‘miss’, she knew that women did not serve whichever institute he originated from, but he respected her authority, greater than his own, at least on paper.

“- But I do not see how you benefit from this trade. And that makes me suspicious. As I am sure you can understand.”

So, he wasn’t as desperate as he sounded. He had some savvy. Perhaps she could entrust her cargo to him, once she had what she wanted.

“There are pirates in these waters,” she said, simply.

He didn’t react, after all this district of the sea was notorious for its danger – it was simply chance that The Utah had been stove by a whale as opposed to raided and set afire, her crew still aboard. The Admiral was in this waters too, and he was worse than any whale. Ships went missing all the time, flotsam washed up and reports of loss were rife in every port along the coast. There were not normally search parties. Nabulungi wondered why. From what her guests had revealed, there had been nothing special about The Utah, and no secrets in her crew or mission. She was a trading ship. Nothing more. And now she was at the bottom of the ocean, along with so many others. Lieutenant McKinley’s desperation to find this one ship in particular was a mystery

Nabulungi had always loved a mystery. She wanted to know what filled the blank spaces of the map, she always had.

“There are pirates in these waters, and if my crew trains yours, then you will be indebted to me. There are certain, delays on my ship-” the surviving crew he was searching for attending her papers and filling in the gaps in her own charts, but Lieutenant McKinley did not need to know that “- that mean we cannot move far from our given course. Should your ship with your crew and your weapons be on hand we are granted protection.”

She was being completely honest.

She thought she would hammer the message home.

“We will both be sarer as a convoy, you see Lieutenant, I cannot stop myself from helping you.”

Just as she took responsibility for the wellbeing of her crew, so did he. She had phrased her offer just so to ensure that he appeared to have all the cards, and had to offer very little in recompense.

“Will you stay for supper Captain?” He said, leaning against his desk. The formal set of his shoulders dropped, the discussion, the parley was over. He had made his decision, whichever it was. And it was for her now, to wait.

“No, I must return to my own people and my own ship.” She turned, her hand on the handle – one flimsy door that stood between her and the open sea. Sometimes Nabulungi thought that she had been born loving the sea. She breathed salt and bled brine.

“Signal me at dawn once you have made your decision. It is a foolish thing, not to be able to swim when you are surrounded by water on all sides, Lieutenant.”

This time two days ago I’d just got out of the Eugene O'Neill Theatre having seen The Book of Mormon on Broadway (with @slightlytookish!) I am now back in the UK, and timezones are mysterious and cruel things and so I have inflicted my jetlag on everyone’s favourite Elder Price. Wikipedia states that jetlag can have “cognitive effects include poorer performance on mental tasks and concentration, increased fatigue, headaches, and irritability” so I thought I’d be mean. (Once I’ve got over my jetlag and had this beta’d I’ll AO3 it.)

Plus Nine
Kevin Price centric. (McKinley/Price pre-relationship if you squint/want) 
Canon compliant.

Sleep came easily to Kevin Price, it always had. His bedtime routine had been set in stone since he’d been a young boy; he would say goodnight to his mom and dad, he and his brothers would brush their teeth huddled around the bathroom sink – Lucas helping Ethan, Jack elbowing Michael, and Sarah using their parents en-suite rather than sharing with the boys -  and then Kevin would say his prayers, lay down in bed and think of Planet Orlando until those thoughts turned into dreams. Almost always of Planet Orlando.

And, apart from the one time that he snuck out of bed, and the consequences and dreams which followed, that had been Kevin’s night-time routine for nineteen years. He got into bed, he slept, he dreamt and then he woke up. He didn’t oversleep or complain about having to get up in the mornings, always getting at least eight hours, if not nine. He’d make his best crisply first thing in the morning after he work up, and plumped his cushions ready for the night ahead.

Sleep had come easily at the Missionary Training Center too. The days had been full of work, rewarding and sometimes repetitive, but not hard, and Kevin had always been ready to learn. He couldn’t be the best if he didn’t know more than everybody else, so he applied himself and at night dreamt of the Epcot Center and having his photograph taken with Mickey Mouse. The framed picture of Kevin, all teeth and sunburn with Mickey’s hand on his shoulder - taken when Kevin was nine and learning the wonders of Orlando for the first time – had the rest of his siblings in too, and Kevin didn’t think that it was too selfish to want a picture that was just for him.

He’d never flown internationally before. Kevin had slept all the way to Orlando, and it had appeared out the plane window like a dream in his childhood, and there was part of Kevin, that part that was still a child and not a man grown and about to go and spread the word. There was a part of Kevin that expected his mission to start in the same way, a fresh slate. Scene change and suddenly, Uganda.

That wasn’t, it turned out, how international travel worked. It had seemed very civilised for their flight time to be at 4:26, they could sleep on the plane and wake up fresh faced and ready to start the most important two years of their lives. It was Wednesday afternoon when they left Salt Lake City, and Friday evening when they arrived in Kitguli. Flight delays, nearly missed connections and two plane transfers not to mention the late bus meant that they had been travelling for nearly 42 hours, and his new companion had been talking almost non-stop. When Elder Cunningham hadn’t been talking, or filming – “Elder, what do you think about the fact that we might miss our next flight?” “Elder Price, look they’ve got Star Trek on the inflight entertainment system, we should totally watch it together!” “Best friend! Can I have your snacks?” – he had been snoring. Loudly. But Kevin couldn’t sleep, they had been forever chasing sunrises but he couldn’t afford not to be present, this was where Heavenly Father said that he should be, and Heavenly Father wasn’t wrong. There had to be a reason for this, and that reason would be found in Uganda.

Kevin is tired down to the very bones of himself, but, this – men with guns rifling through their cases and stealing their belongings, a blasphemous deprived people who have dismissed the presence of the Latter Day Saints in their village for months - somehow is what Heavenly Father wants of him so that he can get everything that he’s always wanted. And so he has to work for it – if it were easy then it wouldn’t be incredible? Right?

It’s overwhelming and loud, and the village is bustling and bright even at this hour, and for a moment Kevin imagines that the Mission Hut is going to be an oasis of calm, they are Mormons after all. The Elders should be settling down to get ready for sleep, the District Leader, McKinley, should meet them, shake their hands and give them a gentle introduction to progress in the village. And then Kevin can sleep. Once he’s slept, then he can start again. He doesn’t know what day it is.

He finds himself dancing. He wonders, briefly, whether this is twisted take on a Hell Dream. Could this be his punishment for contemplating the complimentary coffee on the plane? Or for judging his new companion? Elder Cunningham isn’t really that bad, and Kevin is tired, and confused. But no, he is unfortunately awake and the dancing is really happening. At least his District Leader appears to be pleased by it. It must be hard to be having gay thoughts, Kevin admires him. He also wishes that he would be quiet.

The bedroom issued to Elder Cunningham and himself is cramped, pokey and dark. It blessedly has two uncomfortable looking single beds, he imagines that Elder Cunningham will want the bed nearest the window – and at this moment Kevin could care less, as long as he can sleep. His prayers are silent, conducted as he undresses, surely Heavenly Father can’t begrudge him for that, and he’s almost settled into blissful silence, when Elder Cunningham starts talking. And Kevin is tired, and exhausted, and starting to run out of patience with his companion, but he can’t not acknowledge Elder Cunningham’s uncertainty. Elder Cunningham has tried to bolster his emotions, not that he needs it, but he’s reminded Kevin that he can do something incredible, and Elder Cunningham’s father should be proud of his son, Cunningham isn’t a bad person, just… intense. He hopes that Cunningham calms down in the morning, that a night’s sleep will be good for both of them and that the world will align itself properly tomorrow.

It doesn’t.

Kevin wakes up tired with a faint headache pounding at his temple, and the day doesn’t get better from there. He should be snappier with his answers, he’s practiced and learnt and he knows these stories and the best ways to introduce people into the Church. But he stumbles when Dr Gotswana starts talking about maggots in unsavoury places, taking longer than he should to pull his concentration back.

Cunningham isn’t helping, and that isn’t fair and he knows it because he can see how much Elder Cunningham is trying to help, but Kevin is light headed and tired. The noise of a gunshot is enough to startle him into semi-consciousness. The sensation of blood is a strange one, warm and tacky. When he yawns he gets blood on his palm. He was standing in front of Elder Cunningham when the General shot the village’s butcher in the face – Kevin can’t remember his name, and he wants to cry and he’s never been an expressively emotional person, at least, not for negative emotions, he should always wear a smile, but he just can’t at the moment, it is too much here – so he is drenched and tired and shocked, while Elder Cunningham is dry, and alert and why had Elder Cunningham’s prayer been answered?

It shouldn’t have been so hard to work out what the right thing to do was, granted, these circumstances were exceptional but there were rules and Kevin had always followed them. But those rules had led him here. They should have led him to Orlando. His incredible journey should have led him there.

And then, it did.

A Hell Dream isn’t restful at the best of times, and these are the worst of times. The dream is vivid, and bright, feathered and sequined, and horrific. It seems to last and lifetime, at least ten hours of his life has been lost to the redness. He’s almost euphoric when he awakens; fear, adrenaline and righteousness pounding through him.

The village is going to be saved, and Kevin is the one who is going to do it. Up until Kevin needs to be saved, and it turns out that it is the village who does it. The village and Nabulungi, and the pageant, and Arnold Cunningham, his best friend.

The days between the events of the General, and the hospital and the baptisms and the Mission President’s visit blur into one. Kevin can’t rest, and when he finds himself stopping then he can’t bear to stop. It’s too much to try and think, it feels as though he hasn’t slept in weeks, and that he hasn’t felt peace in far longer. None of what has passed makes any sense, his head pounds, his body aches he feels violated and confused and - “of course you woke up, you drank twelve cups of coffee!”

But he hasn’t slept.

When they were seven years old Jack had stayed up all night. He’d tried to make Kevin stay up too, saying that it would be fun that they could tell scary stories and sneak around the house, maybe watch some TV or play games while the rest of the house was sleeping. But Kevin had said his prayers and tucked himself into his neatly made bed. The next day Jack was giddy with lack of sleep, he’d rocked on his hands and giggled into his cereal and he’d been sent to bed early without any dessert the next day. Kevin felt like that, watching the car-crash of the pageant unfold in front of him he could barely contain his giddy joy at the misfortune they found themselves in. As though it was happening to somebody else, as though other people were going to suffer for this, as though there were no consequences for them.

And then, at McKinley’s and Cunningham’s and Nabulungi’s faces he felt the true magnitude of the action rock into him like the swell hitting the bow of a boat.  Understanding, actual understanding, like Joseph Smith at the moment of his death, you have to believe the words because of what they can do for you, and not just what they say or who said them. Arnold Cunningham had created an Orlando, it had never been about gettingPlanet Orlando, but about making that within yourself.

Kevin smiled, delirious.

When Kevin woke up he was twisted onto the couch in the living quarters of the Mission Hut, a grown man curled up under a soft pink blanket that wasn’t his. Kinks in his back and a crick in his neck, eyelids still heavy with sleep, a dry mouth, a rested body and a ready soul. It was time to wake up, something unexpected and incredible was about to begin.

I haven’t posted fic here for ages, I haven’t watched the new Beauty and the Beast film but I really like the instrumental in the middle of the new Gaston track and I haven’t proof read this. Now that we’ve all got all the facts, enjoy.

A Man Among Men
Kevin & Arnold friendship. (Background Arnold/Naba, Kevin/Connor) Kevin gets jealous sometimes.

It was getting to the point, Arnold thought, that something had to be done about it. He knew that he wasn’t the most… delicate person, but for the life of him – sworn on the Book of Arnold even, he’d go that far – he could not work out why Kevin was angry at him.

Because he had to be angry. He hadn’t spoken to him in hours, which, wasn’t really that long. But Arnold still knew that something was up. They had a Saturday morning tradition, they always had done after they moved into their pokey little apartment. Saturday mornings were best friend time. It had been Arnold’s idea, and Kevin had picked it up enthusiastically. They both had proper jobs, like real adults, and Arnold had a girlfriend and Kevin had a boyfriend, so he’d thought it would be nice to make sure that they hung out with each other. Sometimes they watched films – Kevin had shown him Fantasia and he’d got to be there when Kevin had watched Star Wars for the first ever actual time, which was amazing – but normally they just hung out for a bit. It was nice.

But now it was 11:59am on a Saturday, and Kevin hadn’t replied to Arnold’s shouting, or his banging on Kevin’s door or to his whatsapp message. He’d been worried that Kevin was very dangerously ill or dying behind his closed door. Maybe he could have got food poisoning, Connor had said that they were heading to that open air bistro after the film and he’d been really worried – except Connor had replied to his string of texts. And Arnold liked Connor, he really did, but Kevin was his best friend and he didn’t understand why he wasn’t talking to him.

The only time he’d got a response was when he’d stood outside Kevin’s door and called out in a sing-song voice, but even then all he got was a pounding on the inside of the door and being told roughly to stop singing.

Which was hardly fair. Kevin normally loved singing.

Arnold could only think that he was in fact, somehow, to blame for Kevin’s horrible mood. But that was hardly fair. Arnold hadn’t done anything differently to normal, and Kevin was usually good at explaining when Arnold had gone too far. No one had ever done that for him before, to help him understand why he shouldn’t say or do something, not just berate him afterwards for doing something that he couldn’t understand.

Naba was out of town for the week, sightseeing with friends from her illustrating course and her texts back had been prompt and helpful and full of emojis and advice. But Arnold knew that she was busy and that Kevin was his friend, and that made this hisproblem.

Alright, so this called for serious action.

He opened the door to Kevin’s room.

Kevin never locked it, Arnold wasn’t even sure if their apartment had locks for anything other than the front door and the bathroom, but even so. It felt that Arnold was taking a step unto the unknown. Except it wasn’t that unknown as it was a relatively familiar sight in front of him.

Kevin’s reasonably tidy room, complete with vintage Donald Duck poster and, was that one of Connor’s sweaters on the bed? It certainly didn’t look like it was Kevin’s. Sweet, thought Arnold. But most notable was Kevin himself, face first and clearly in the middle of a grand sulk.

Perhaps Arnold should have thought ahead and brought Kevin in an appeasing cup of coffee.

“Why are you here?” And Arnold couldn’t see if Kevin was pouting, because he was still facing his pillows as opposed to his friend, but Arnold would have been prepared to swear it in court. Sometimes Kevin was very predictable. Which made this current behaviour, slight odd. To say the least.

“Kevin, buddy, are you seriously still not talking to me? I can only get better if I know what I did?” He didn’t expect it come out as a question towards the end, but as he said it Arnold realised that it was true. And perhaps it was slight pleading in his voice which finally caused Kevin to turn towards him.

It was strange, he felt vulnerable around Kevin and he didn’t like it. He wanted things to go back to how they had been, it was been easy and fun and then something had happened and now Kevin was sad, and angry and that made Arnold sad.

Connor hadn’t been able to say anything about why Kevin might be in a bad mood, apparently they’d had a lovely evening, and Kevin had cried at the film, but in a nice way and Connor hadn’t thought anything was wrong. Yes, Kevin had been a bit sullen, but he’d smiled and kissed Connor goodbye, so Connor hadn’t thought that he was to blame.

It was all too confusing.

And it was now officially Saturday afternoon. Time was up.

“Why do you get to be a Disney character?” Kevin muttered.

And it was quiet, but Arnold heard it. And he was sure that his face did something strange. He was sure that he’d realise if he was in a Disney film? I mean, that sort of thing was more likely to happen to Nabulungi, she was almost a princess, Arnold wouldn’t be surprised if she came back from her trip with lots of little fluffy animals as her friends. Maybe some of them could fit in the apartment?

There was a moment of befuddlement while Kevin seemed to realise that Arnold actually didn’t have a clue what he was talking about before he drew out his phone and after poking around for a few seconds held it out to Arnold, who took it sheepishly.

Arnold squinted, turning his head and even going as far as taking his glasses off to try and give them a clean against his t-shirt. It didn’t really work, and the world was a bit smearier afterwards. But still, he sort of got what Kevin was getting at.

“Kevin buddy, you know I’m not actually LeFou right? … Right?” He asked, but even before he’d finished the sentence there was a faint blush and Arnold thought that he’d caught out the problem. And Kevin had been really looking forward to Beauty and the Beast as well.

Time for some quick thinking to save the day… that wasn’t exactly Arnold’s strong point. But he’d been getting better at it lately, somehow circumstances had forced him quite neatly into it. Like a proper story telling convention. But Kevin was still sad, even as he was starting to smile, just a little bit – well, it was ridiculous – and so Arnold had to get to work.

He wasn’t the best as Disney, Kevin had been trying to teach him but sometimes thing got muddled, but he was pretty sure he was right with the villain, and it was time.

“And like, if I were LeFou – which I’m not by the way – then that would make you Gaston, and that would absolutely suck. You’re so much better than him. Gaston, boo!”

And Kevin sat up. It was the ultimate achievement only beaten by him smiling and gesturing to the empty space where he’d been prostate moments before. Arnold sat down happily with a bounce, wrapping an arm around Kevin’s shoulder. It seemed to be the right thing to do.

“Thanks Arnold. You always know just what to say.”

Arnold beamed. It had worked.

“Well, there’s no one as easy to bolster as you.”

Kevin groaned, and fell back on his bed laughing, pulling Arnold with him.

Arnold still didn’t know what was going on, or why this had got such a reaction, but at least Kevin was laughing this time. He couldn’t help but laugh along. Perhaps they’d watch something other than Disney later though?

I present a fic excerpt that’s too short for AO3, but it’s fluff. And let’s be real @slightlytookish told me I should post it, so I did. Very unbeta’d.

Salted Caramel
McPriceley
Pointless (and blessedly short) fluff.

All things considered, Connor had just sort of expected that he would be good at cooking.

He’d always had a sweet tooth, and it had taken the hard work and high stress of Uganda to finally burn off the last his puppy fat. His face was still slightly rounded, but he had matured into his body and it was harder to get granulated sugar and chocolate spread in Kitguli.

And afterwards, well.

There were stereotypes for a reason, and Connor wanted to embrace all of them. He was a gay man, decked in sequins and smiles and no longer even wished to turn anything off. Which meant embracing everything.

(Including Kevin Price. Especially Kevin Price.)

And so here was Connor McKinley, ex-Mormon in pink shorts and a theatre graphic tee in his own kitchen, in his own tiny flat and waiting for his own boyfriend to get in from classes.

It was as good as it got.

And Connor wanted cupcakes.

Kevin had stocked up his kitchen for him, and Connor had swooned a little inside seeing Kevin ladened down with plastic bags of his favourite brand of coffee, of Connor’s preferred cordial alongside what Kevin deemed the essentials. They had stocked up his kitchen in mason jars and nifty wooden boxes and Connor couldn’t keep the smile from his face.

So, cupcakes. He had the internet on his phone. It wouldn’t be hard to find an easy enough recipe, blast some show tunes and then make a treat for himself. And for Kevin. Kevin would need a treat after class. He worked so hard, and what could be better than freshly made cake?

He was sure that there was a ‘kiss the cook’ apron around here somewhere.

Half of the Hamilton soundtrack later and there were cooling chocolate minicakes on the counter. Connor had almost, almost given into temptation and eaten the remanence of the batter. But no, he was an adult. He had been a District Leader, he was responsible and he wasn’t going to make himself sick before his dinner.

Just as King George III was questioning what came next, the last of the washing up was drying and the cakes were almost cool and starting to get quite tempting.

“Empires Rise, Oceans Fall—Kevin!”

Kevin was smiling at him, it wasn’t a laugh and it wasn’t cruel and Connor had never felt self-conscious about his musical inclinations, not even back in the days when he turned everything off but Connor gestured to the cakes in order to divert Kevin’s attention.

Connor was caught mid-song and mid-dance almost daily. Cake was much more exciting.

“I made cakes.”

Kevin’s eyes lit up. So Connor had been right that cakes after class would be well received.

“Have I told you that I love you yet today,” Kevin asked picking up a cupcake and shoving it in his mouth in one, and Connor knew that he was blushing.

And Kevin had. Kevin Price wanted to make the world feel loved, he’d told Connor that he thought that loving the world would be the most incredible thing he could think of. Connor thought that Kevin was the most incredible person.

Kevin coughed, jaw working around the muffin.

“Err, Connor?” Kevin grimaced, and Connor’s stomach fell. He’d clearly done something wrong.

“You did follow the recipe for these, right?”

“Yes.” He said indignantly, pointing at each ingredient in turn, “butter, eggs, flour, sugar-”

“Oh,” Kevin said. Understanding. Connor was still none the wiser. Until.

“Connor, that’s the salt.”

Oh.

Kevin must have seen his face fall – he had been trying to do something so very nice for them and it had all gone wrong – because he tossed his bag off his shoulder and stepped forward, rolling his sleeves up.

“Nevermind, though I say so myself I make awesome pancakes. You can even help.”

Oh well, Kevin would look delectable in a kiss the cook apron. Maybe Connor could convince him to take his shirt off as well.