Plotting Call For Art Donaldson! Like This And Ill Come To You And We Can Figure Something Out. His Plotting

plotting call for art donaldson! like this and i’ll come to you and we can figure something out. his plotting cheat sheet is here if you need it.

west side story (2021)

all starters are taken from west side story. feel free to change pronouns as needed.

all’a youse! separate!

you gotta get your story straight, [name]. we’re very impressionable.

you are never done with trouble.

are you walkin’ away? come on, man!

what were you doing under there with my sister?

they’re gonna be here in five minutes!

it looks like a shroud, it’s so big and so white.

don’t mess up my hair! i just got it to act right.

[name]’s always mad.

you know how i get, i will start running my mouth.

you’re on your own, pal.

is this about [name]?

it’s good that you’re keeping her company.

when are you gonna grow up?

i’ll see him tomorrow night?

you bet your ass.

[name] doesn’t know his ass from his elbow.

well, golly gee, [name].

long as i known you, you ain’t had the sense god gave a pigeon.

come on, [name]. ride with me.

and you’re in the way.

least you could do.

don’t be like that!

you make fun of the way i talk one more time, [name].

you bring dead floors back to life.

keep looking for better.

she’s in love with [name]!

need a little rum?

it’ll help you sleep.

now you sound like a real american.

you ever fired a gun before?

you are breaking my heart with this shit!

i didn’t mean no disrespect.

i just wanted to dance with her.

if he won’t fight you, fight someone who will.

stay out of this!

shut up, [name].

[name] is right, ain’t he?

he’s on parole. he’s gotta be careful, is all.

my parole officer said no going out!

who cares who i am?

y’know, i wake up to everything i know either getting sold or wrecked or being taken over by people that i don’t like.

you’re just too deep for me, kid.

come on, just give it a chance!

you boys love your knives.

you dishonor yourselves.

you dishonor your dead.

i know all of your names.

course i have.

might as well.

how tall did you used to be before you, y’know, shrank?

next to normal

all starters are taken from the next to normal broadway cast recording. feel free to change pronouns as needed!

i’m so glad i know that.

don’t call me a twat!

so my son’s a little shit.

are you snorting cocaine?

i’m going to have sex with your father.

are you sure you’re okay?

the house is spinning.

it only hurts when i breathe.

catch me, i’m falling.

this sucks!

i still have this practice room for seven and a half minutes.

she’s not there!

hi, dad.

fuck this!

this is fucked.

we’re the perfect loving family.

i’m alive!

i’ve never been alone.

do you wake up in the morning and need help to lift your head?

do you read obituaries and feel jealous of the dead?

you just don’t know who i am.

i know you know who i am.

the memories are gone.

the aftershocks live on.

wish i were here.

make up your mind to be free.

i’ll be up for sex in a minute.

who are you?

he’s a hero, a lover, a prince.

you’ll be the one thing in this world that won’t hurt.

i don’t do dances.

goodbye, [name].

you come home from these sessions in tears.

i’m no sociopath.

i’m no sylvia plath.

didn’t i see this movie and didn’t i cry?

here she is, clear as the day.

please look closely and find her before she fades away.

i’m trying to tell you i love you.

and this is one fucked up seduction.

love, i know you know.

why stay?

why not simply give in and get on with living?

mozart was crazy.

you give up way too easily!

i sit behind you in like, four classes.

i am the one who’s always been there.

everything’s great! why wouldn’t it be great?

my husband’s boring.

so anyway, i’m leaving.

this is clarity you did not have before.

make up your mind.

actually, [name], they’re our wedding rings.

that’s the first time you’ve mentioned [name] in weeks of therapy.

i’ve missed you these days.

i’ve been crazed.

i’m good as gone.

you have stories to tell.

are you nervous?

can you hear me, [name]?

maybe i’ll let myself fall.

maybe i’ve lost it at last.

@c0mpositeur said "you look like you could use some bed rest ." ( @ riff ! )

Riff is glaring at Christian almost before he’s done talking. “I don’t need fuckin’ bed rest.” He’d spent enough time in bed at the hospital. He isn’t going to spend any more time cooped up in some random room. “I’m fine.” He’s stitched up and healing and he’s fine. He isn’t going to pass out or fall over. He doesn’t know why Christian is so concerned about it. Riff doesn’t need his concern. Or his pity.

Art doesn’t want to get dressed. Art wants to stay in bed for another three hours and do absolutely nothing except admire Johanna. He can’t, though. And he knows he can’t. They both know that. The girls could come in at any moment, and Johanna will need to go home soon. Still, he can’t help but be selfish. He thinks he deserves it, after everything he’s been through. And isn’t that a change? Art Donaldson thinks he deserves to be selfish. Someone should alert the newspapers. He pushes the thought to the side, watching as Johanna pulls her slip on. He moves across the bed and kisses her shoulder.

Hopefully they have longer than a moment or two. He settles against her chest, draping his arm carefully over her waist. “Thank you.” He knows he doesn’t need to thank her for holding him, but he feels like he should. On the worst days, he always hates his desire to be held, but he never hates it with Johanna. He presses a lingering kiss to the underside of her jaw. “It has.” He wishes she could stay until the morning. It’s impossible, but that doesn’t stop him from hoping.

@notefinal's a.rthur d.onaldson asks, “  will you just…hold me? please.  ”

act three, scene five: two lovers wake in a world not meant for them. the scene plays out the same. juliet will argue that it is a nightingale outside her window. romeo will say it is the lark. lovers will kiss. lovers will part. but johanna hears no lark nor nightingale outside. she is in the presence of a robin. she looks at art and sees the same resilience. survival despite harsh winters. she feels less like a juliet and more like the young boy sneaking out of a window. there is never enough time. the lark is already too early. but she glances at a clock and relaxes her shoulders. the girls are playing outside the door now. there is time for this.

❝ you'd better get dressed. i don't think it's long before the girls burst in. laura always has something up her sleeve. ❞ but johanna pauses at his simple request. is her paranoia playing tricks on her again? is her fear slipping through the cracks of her skull, making up reasons to leave when her heart begs her to stay? she is always flighty. always exhausted. can't she allow herself this one time? a pause before easing her slip over her corselette and drawers ( she likes it when she can feel art's gaze on her back as she does ). ❝ i'm sure we have a moment or two more. ❞ johanna slips next to him in bed again. a kiss to his shoulder. she lays his head against her chest. ❝ it's been too long, ❞ she whispers into his hair. it's been too long since i could stay.

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