andrew's music is better than yours

YouTube Channels You Can Watch Other Than JonTron

Nitro Rad (Canadian video game commentator who is precious)

SomeCallMeJohnny (actual laid back dude talks about video games. I know. Shocking. I wanna have coffee and chat with this guy someday.)

Shan Boody (click-baity titles, but actually entertaining sex educator for young adults)

Nerdy and Quirky (Sabrina is delightfully nerdy and I love her jokes)

The ThomCast (I find this guy talking about his comic work kinda inspiring because it makes me keep going)

Innuendo Studio (did a BRILLIANT multi-part video about GamerGate and what we can learn from its garbage. His videos deal with pop culture, psychology, and games)

Caddicarus (You probably know about him and his game reviews already)

Animal Wonders Montana (animal rescue nonprofit organization that shares videos about their animals and how to care for them)

Sexplanations (Sex education!)

The Good Stuff (short-form documentaries about anything from pinball to haunted houses to solar energy)

BoyInABand (British guy who occasionally makes great music, when he’s not talking about whatever he wants to talk about)

Olan Rogers (his stories ALWAYS make me laugh, and make a bad day better)

WheezyWaiter (comedian and EXCELLENT video editor)

Andrew Huang (does lots of music with household objects, and sometimes talks about how he writes music)

100 Days (Watch John Green be terribly out of shape in the gym but get better over time, along with his buddy Chris. Community tab’s where it’s at)

Thomas Sanders (he does more than Vines)

Brows Held High (Thanks to my buddy Sean, for showing me this insightful review channel)

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Dancing on my own || Jughead Jones Imagine

Originally posted by thejugheadjones

It was the night of the big dance at River dale high. Well it wasn’t the biggest dance at the school, but to you it was big. You were finally able to go to a dance with your boyfriend of two years: Archie Andrews. Every year before that something always came up : you had to finish a piece of Miss. Grundy, he had to help his father with something. It was always something but this year was different; you were both free to come here and just dance away all your worries. After the death of Jason Blossom, things seemed to be different between you two and you just didn’t understand what it could possibly be.

       You tried to be the best girlfriend you could be. You always supported Archie in all is endeavors. Encouraging him when he said he wanted to pursue music, going to every football game even if he wouldn’t be playing that night, spending late nights cramming for tests the next morning with him. But still, that wasn’t enough for him for some reason. You had just returned from the restroom when you saw him leaving with Miss. Grungy. Being the curious little devil you were, you decided to follow behind. You had heard something around the peers that Archie seemed to be a little interested in Miss. Grundy but you had always denied it. Archie Andrews may be a lot of things but a cheater was never one of them.

       After you watched them enter the music room, you peered in the sliver of a window; seeming them basically pressed up to each other. Your eyes instantly welled up with tears; pure dread and disgust filling your body. Sure, they hadn’t kissed but with that closeness only one thing could ensue and you were not going to stick around to actually shatter your heart more. You turned quickly away, running down the hall and out of the school completely.

       Because Archie had been the one to take you to the dance, you had to walk to Pop’s; all you wanted was some comfort food while you try and digest the idea that Archie had actually cheated on you. Even the thought of him cheating brought tears to your eyes. You never wanted to be the girl that cried over some guy but you had actually loved Archie. He meant so much to you and now he was the one that broke your heart.

       Keeping your head ducked as you entered the small diner, you found yourself sitting in the way back, head down as you mumbled your order to the waiters: a greasy hamburger and some fries. You tugged lightly at your hair, eyes closed tightly hoping it would stop the tear but you could still feel the warm liquid run down your cheeks; most definitely ruining the mascara you were wearing. You hadn’t expected to be crying so you hadn’t bothered to put on water proof. You let out a short sigh, lifting you head and glancing around. The diner was practically empty, safe for a crying fest that was sure to ensue.

       You honestly could just not believe it. Where had you gone wrong? Did you not give him enough attention? Not there enough for him? What on Earth could you do differently for a different outcome of tonight? Lost in your own mind you didn’t notice a certain black haired teen slid in the seat opposite looking completely uncertain of what he was doing right now. “Uh, Y/N… What’s wrong? Shouldn’t you be at the dance?” He asked, looking confused. You had never really spoken much to Jughead and knew even little about him. He was just the type to keep to himself and to be way to sarcastic for you to handle, little did you know you had caught Jug’s attention way before you even started to date his ex-best friend.

       It was like a dam breaking; all the emotions you were once decently holding within you. “I was there and then I went to the bathroom and then her and him went into that room and then…he was going to kiss him. I don’t understand what I did wrong! Was I not enough for him?!” you blubbered out, the heated tears running down your face. Even though you did not make much sense, Judhead seemed to understand what was going on.

       Judhead felt horrible since he had kind of known before you did and he hadn’t told you. He could believe Archie hadn’t told you even if he had told him to. He wished he would have been there for you, but dances were not his thing. Most school activities weren’t after all. “Y/N….I’m so sorry. You did nothing wrong. It’s just Archie not understanding he has.” he said lightly to you, reaching across the table to lightly hold your hand; a sorry smile on his lips.

       You shook your head, “I must have done something– he…she’s a teacher Jug! A teacher!” you squealed, completely baffled by this. You let out a slow breath, using your free hand to wipe away the tears. “Maybe you are right Jughead, I don’t know what else I could have done.” You said softly; letting your shoulders sag a bit. You could hear Jug sigh then get up. You looked up quickly, confused as he waved up to stand up. “This night isn’t going to be completely terrible Y/N. Will you please dance with me?” He said; the most gentle smile on his lips.  You laughed a little bit but nodded your hear, closing the space between the two of your; wrapping your arms around his neck and him placing he hands gently on your waist. You two swayed quietly to the soft music playing over head.

       "Archie never deserved someone as amazing as you, Y/N. You deserve so much more than him.“ Jughead said softly, causing you to smile. You nodded and rested you head on his chest; your eyes close finally feeling a little bit better.  The night turned out a little better than you expected and it was all thanks to the loner Jughead Jones.

justanotherbugheadtrash  asked:

Prompt: At the day Jughead and Betty are going to get married stuff start to go wrong, like problems with the flowers, band... Betty has a little panic attack and F.P is the one to put her back on tracks. Jughead also starts to freak out and Alice comforts him.

Oh my goodness, I love this prompt. I love the idea of the other parents comforting them! Sorry it took me a little while to write, I had to take a break in the middle to go to dance class. I hope you enjoy it darling!

“No, no, you can’t do this to me, Josie. The wedding is next week, how am I going to find another band that quickly?” Betty was practically begging. She vaguely heard Josie give a string of apologies on the other end of the phone, but she wasn’t really listening. “Okay, okay, I’ll figure something out.” Betty hung up the phone as her breathing began to pick up.

She had walked out of the florist to answer the phone, but she couldn’t go back and face them yet. She had spent all morning trying to negotiate a deal with this florist after her last one had horribly screwed up, thinking the wedding was this week and not next week. Betty would have been willing to forgive the mistake, except they had then told her that they were too booked up to be able to fill her order by next week. So now here Betty was, without a florist and without a band. It seemed like everything was falling apart.

Betty leaned back against the wall and slowly slipped down to a crouching position as she felt her eyes fill with tears. All she wanted to do was marry the boy of her dreams, but this wedding was proving to be a lot more drama then she wanted. She wondered if Jughead would be willing to run away with her and get married in secret.

“Hey” Betty looked up in surprise to see that it was FP who had come out to check on her. He saw her tears and immediately grew concerned. He crouched next to Betty and put a reassuring hand on her arm. “Is this about the florist? Because we will get flowers at your wedding even if I have to go into a field and pick them myself.” Despite how lousy she was feeling, Betty couldn’t help but smile. She took a shaky breath and wiped away her tears.

“It’s not just the flowers. That was Josie on the phone. Her manager is making them stay on tour for another two weeks, so they can’t play for our wedding.” Saying the words out loud made Betty’s panic come back. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to focus on her breathing, but try as she might, she couldn’t push thoughts of the wedding from her mind.

“Hey, hey, Betty relax.” FP’s hand found her arm again and squeezed lightly. “Betty, look at me” Betty obeyed, opening her eyes to look at the father of the man she was going to marry. FP hadn’t always been the best father for Jughead, but he had really stepped up recently and he had been a lot of help in planning for the wedding. He was one of the few people who could put Alice Cooper in her place. “That’s better, now Josie and the Pussycats aren’t the only musicians in town. We’ll find someone else.”

“It just all seems like too much. The florist and now the band…I know I should be excited that I’m getting married in a week, but I’m just too stressed. I just want everything to be perfect.”

“Yeah, Jughead said that was one of your things. Look, Betty, do you really care about what flowers you have or who is singing in the background? What’s the most important thing about this wedding?”

“Jughead obviously, that’s why I need it to be perfect, for Jughead. He deserves the world.”

“You’ve got that right, but he already has the world in you. Betty, he couldn’t give a damn about any of these details. He would marry you in a paper bag at Pop’s. Jughead just wants to marry you, that’s the most important thing.”

“You’re right” Betty took a deep breath, grateful that FP had put her in her place and set her priorities straight. Betty stood up and FP followed her lead. She gave him a nod and a smile.

“So you go in there and convince that florist to do your wedding. I have a buddy who is in a band that I can go talk to.”

“Thank you FP” Betty gave him a hug and kissed his cheek. She walked back into the shop to find her mom and Jughead looking at her anxiously. Jughead immediately moved towards her and kissed her on the cheek before putting his arm around her.

“Everything okay?” His eyes roamed across her face. She knew he didn’t miss the tear tracks.

“It is now” She wrapped both of her arms around his waist and held on tightly. “Josie had to cancel. Her manager is making them extend the tour. It sucks and she’s really upset about it, but there is nothing she can do.”

“Oh, how awful,” Alice said as she came over to join them.

“FP said he has a buddy who is in a band that he’ll ask. Hopefully, they are willing to do it so last minute.” Betty sighed and leaned against Jughead. He was her rock, simply being near him made everything a bit better.

“Hopefully it’s not his band,” Jughead said with a grimace

“Your dad is in a band?”

“Well back in the day he was.”

“Oh, god. With Fred Andrews, I remember them, they were awful.” Alice said with a laugh

“Well, we will let him down easy if that’s the case. Although bad music might be better than no music at all.” Betty said with a sigh

“We have some good news at least. These guys promised up that they can have flowers done by the time of your wedding.” Jughead said

“Juggie, that’s wonderful.” Betty hugged him tighter.

“We won’t get to pick out the specific flowers, but I trust their judgment and it’s better than no flowers.” Alice put in. Betty wondered when her wedding had turned into taking what they could get, but she quickly pushed those thoughts from her mind. She remembered what FP had said. The flowers and music and everything else didn’t matter. All that matter was she was marrying the love of her life. Betty leaned up and kissed Jughead on the cheek.

“What was that for?” He asked, mirroring her bright smile.

“Because I get to marry you in a week and that’s all that really matters.” Betty said happily. Jughead’s smile widened and he leaned down to give her a soft kiss.

“Eh-hem” Alice cleared her throat. The two broke apart with amused smiles. “I hate to ruin the moment, but Betty, you have to get to your final dress fitting with Veronica, and Mr. Jones, we are meeting Archie to finalize seating arrangements now that we finally have gotten all of the RSVPs.” Alice said in a businesslike tone. Her mom had been a rockstar in the wedding preparation. She and Veronica had taken on the task with an almost scary amount of enthusiasm and dedication. Betty didn’t know what she would have done without them.

“Right, seating arrangements.” Jughead gave a sigh and shot Betty a look that said he would rather be doing almost anything else. She patted his chest and leaned up to kiss him again.

“You’re the best. Both of you. I love you” She said and with one more little peck, she was out the door.

“Alice?” Jughead asked as they walked back to the Cooper’s house. It still felt weird to call her by her first name, but she had insisted when they had gotten engaged.


“Do you think Betty is happy?” Jughead spit the words out before he lost the nerve. Alice stopped walking and turned and faced him. She squinted her eyes and regarded him seriously.

“Where is this coming from.”

“I just…she deserves a real fairytale wedding, but with our limited budget and now all of these things going wrong, I’m just worried she won’t be happy.” Jughead shrugged self-consciously. He had never put any thought into what his wedding might look like, he hadn’t even thought he was the marrying type until he met Betty. He didn’t care how he married Betty as long as he got to make her his wife. But Betty, she had been dreaming of this moment since she was little. Jughead could remember little Betty drawing wedding dresses and making herself flower crowns and pretending to walk down the aisle. Betty defied the girl next door stereotype in many ways, but this was not one of them. She wanted a perfect, dreamlike wedding and Jughead was trying his hardest to give it to her, he was just worried that he was falling short.

“You’re worried that she won’t be happy with the wedding?” Alice shook her head in disbelief “Jughead, maybe you can’t see it because to you she is always beautiful and glowing, but Betty has been absolutely radiant since you proposed. This is the happiest that she has ever been, and it is all to do with her love for you.”

“Yes, but what about the girl who filled journals with what she wanted her perfect wedding to be like. I’m letting that girl down.” Jughead found that all of his insecurities and doubts were suddenly pouring out. And to Alice Cooper of all people, but to his surprise, she was oddly easy to talk to.

“That girl had no idea what it felt like to be in love and when you are in love, that overshadows anything else. I promise you, Betty isn’t thinking of the wedding she wanted as a child, she is just thinking about how much she wants to marry you.” Alice smiled kindly and took Jughead’s hand. “Trust me, I wouldn’t let my daughter have a wedding that wasn’t exactly what she wanted.” She squeezed his hand and he squeezed back.

“Thank you” Jughead had always been amazed of Alice’s quick acceptance of him. She didn’t like most of Betty’s friends, but Jughead, she had been totally okay with. It had taken Jughead a little while to realize that it wasn’t him she was accepting, but the way he made Betty feel. All of Alice’s actions were always driven out of love for her family. Alice didn’t Jughead based on his clothes or how he acted, she judged him off of how he treated Betty and how he affected her happiness. She had accepted him because she saw that he made Betty happy. This was no different. Alice recognized that the details of the wedding didn’t matter, making Betty happy was the only thing that did. And according to Alice, simply marrying him made her happy. Jughead felt the same way, he just hadn’t realized that Betty shared those feelings until Alice told him.

“Anytime, now let’s go make sure that the Blossoms are seated as far away from the Coopers as possible.” Alice dropped his hand and resumed walking. Smiling to himself, Jughead followed her. He now knew that there could be a fistfight between the two families and it still wouldn’t ruin the wedding. All that mattered was that he got to marry the love of his life.

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When we were Seventeen (Act 0.5)

A/N: This wasn’t requested, this is a kind of ‘on the side’ thing. I hope you enjoy it! Btw this is a Jughead Jones x reader series thing~ 

Originally posted by gdizzle5

Originally posted by milakuniis


Riverdale high organises a musical production of ‘Heathers’ for the last semester of the summer, being the last one for a handful of seniors and after Jason Blossom’s death; nearing his one-year anniversary…in short everyone was on edge, especially around Cheryl Blossom. This was meant to be a major emotional boost and distraction to take performing/auditioning sophomore student’s minds off of exams and senior’s off of college entrance fees.

But who will step in when the lead role of J.D. gets in a major car accident outside of school on the opening night? Will Y/N be able to go out and play the leading female role of Veronica Sawyer even when Cheryl Blossom, who was playing Heather Chandler, the mythic bitch herself, openly bitches about her on stage as a part of the show? Or will she go off script altogether due to troubling times ahead?

Who knew that Y/N’s saviour on that fateful night would come with a crime-mystery solving writer and a grey crown-like beanie wearer?

Can Jughead Jones the third save the day and get the girl?

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The Andews Sisters (PreSerum! Steve Rogers x Reader)

Anonymous requested:

Can I get some Pre serum Steve! The reader has a huge crush on him and Bucky knows and tells Steve but he doesn’t believe him because she’s a well known singer maybe? So she finally just goes for it and kisses him lots of fluff please and thank you!!

  • Words:  1.230
  • Pairing: PreSerum! Steve Rogers x Reader.
  • Warnings: Fluff :3
  • Author notes: (Y/N) is your name.

Originally posted by samwisefrakkinggamgee

“I’m telling you, pal” The brunette man assured his friend “She told me… Although she didn’t include the part in where I could actually tell you”
“Buck, she’s a famous girl and I’m sure she has a man”
“I’m her best friend and she has said nothing about any other guy but you. Steve” He sighed “I’d hate to see you all alone while I’m not here, and what’s better than my two best friends being together?”
“I don’t know” Steve shrugged “I don’t wanna try anything because she’s… So beautiful and I’m… Nothing”
“You ain’t nothing!” Bucky scolded his friend “You just need some confidence buddy”
The two friends from Brooklyn made their way to the venue in which Steve’s dream girl would perform. You got ready in the back of the stage with your sisters, The Andrews Sisters. Performing was one of the favorite things in the world apart from Steve’s eyes. The war was here and music was the only way you had to show the country that there were still some good things.
You were interrupted at the dressing room by a soft knocking and two men entered, of course you knew who they were and there was no problem as they were known by your sisters as well. Bucky came in his uniform that he loved to brag and behind him, a sweet blonde man with a bouquet of red roses that matched your lipstick walked and handed them to you.
“You look gorgeous (Y/N)” He said quietly, blushing instantly “I brought you these… I thought you might like them”
“I love them, thank you so much Steve” You said with a wide smile.
“So we came by to wish you good look and to tell you that we will be in the front row cheering on you, and of course your beautiful sister”
“Bucky, you’re impossible” You rolled your (Y/E/C) eyes and kindly slapped his chest.
“Good luck (Y/N)” A shy and still blushing Steve said.
“Thanks” You leaned forward to kiss his warm cheek.
“Ok, enough flirting you two” Bucky grabbed Steve’s arm and dragged him outside “See you!” He said goodbye and Steve timidly waved his hand at you; you did the same, biting your lower lip at the bold move of you, kissing his cheek.
10 minutes later you were behind the red curtains of the Manhattan club you performed that night. It was full of military men and their dates. Women with long dresses that danced at your songs and they cheered for more.
As Bucky promised; Steve and he sat in front row and the blonde man looked at you fascinated, captivated by your beauty and your graceful movements on stage. Every once in a while you looked straight at him and winked, making him blush immediately and he looked away. Of course he got some teasing from James, who whistled at you (or perhaps at your sisters, they were quite pretty as well).
After the show, you went back to the dressing room to change into a more comfortable and less outrageous dress and have a nice drink with your friends. Your sisters said goodbye and headed home. Bucky and Steve went again to the dressing room to meet you there.
“You were great” Bucky said giving you a twirl and then gently placing you back on the floor.
“Thank you James; did you like the show Steve?”
“Yes, very much” He nodded nervously “You are an amazing singer and… You looked really pretty” He looked away and you smiled again.
“Thank you”
“Hey, how about we go for a drink and some dancing there?” Bucky said pointing in direction to the stage “I’m feeling kinda left out in here” He pointed at you and Steve and then walked out back to the dance floor.
The table still had the glasses they consumed and the manager of the venue went to greet you and thank you for an amazing show that night; he asked about your sisters and you explained that they also had other plans in mind as they had friends in the army; evidently this was a lie as they went home.
Bucky soon left to dance with some girl and you were left alone with Steve; he was all quiet and shy. You knew about his feelings for you and you hoped that he knew about yours. You hopped closer to him and spoke to his ear.
“Steve, are you ok?”
“Yes” He nodded “Why do you ask?”
“Because we have been sitting together for at least 10 minutes and you have done nothing but looking at me, is there a problem with me or what?”
“No, not at all” He assured you “It’s just that I’m very nervous because we have never been left alone like this…”
“So?” You asked “I like this, it’s nice… Although I’d like you to… speak up” You said with a smile. You know… You’re such a cute man; you’re a gentleman, you’re very sweet and although it sounds weird, I like that you’re very shy”
“What?” He stuttered.
“Oh come on, Bucky is the worst at keeping secrets” You smiled “I’m sure he told you about that not so slight crush on you that I have”
“He did” He nodded “But I didn’t believe him” He shrugged.
“Why wouldn’t you?”
“Because you’re too fine to be with someone like me… I mean, just take a look”
“I have” You nodded “That’s why I like you”
“How can you like a weak guy like me?”
“Because what’s on the inside it’s more important, and I won’t deny that I find you very attractive, Rogers”
“You’re not being honest…”
“I have no need to not be honest with you” You touched his hand that rested on the table, holding and empty glass “Look, if you don’t believe me that’s ok, but you and I are going to dance because I’m sure Bucky had this thing planned”
You stood up and grabbed Steve’s hand and he had no choice but to stand up as well. He was definitely nervous and not very good at dancing. You placed his hands on your waist and wrapped your arms around his neck. The music was slow, perfect for love to blossom.
You leaned your head on his shoulder as you barely moved on the dance floor; the male voice in the background was soothing and it just made the butterflies on your stomach fly freely. It was now or never, and if Steve was not gonna make a move you were gonna do it. You were not a coward and being an artist usually gave you the confidence to do certain things.
“Steve…” You whispered into his ear “Look at me” He did as commanded “I like you, ok?”
“Yeah” You nodded and leaned to gently press your lips against his.
Steve stood still for a few seconds until he realized what was happening. The grip on your waist became slightly tighter as now he replied to your kiss. His hands held you closely as you drifted away in those soft lips he had.
“I guess there’s no need to say that I like you too” He said, breaking the kiss and pressing his forehead against yours.
“Not at all” You pecked his lips once more and kept swaying slowly with the music.


“Dear Kelli,

This Honorary Doctorate is so deserved. You are a gift to the world of musical theatre - to the arts in general, and the fact your own Alma Mater is recognizing you must make this honor very special. I hope you have a lovely time - relax and enjoy. These are treasured moments of appreciation for the joy you have given us all. I think you know I’m a huge fan of your artistry, your beautiful voice, your discipline, and I send warmest wishes and much love.

Julie Andrews”

anonymous asked:

hi hello did you hear about Daveed leaving on Friday?

I DID. I WOKE UP TO THE NEWS AND asalkjfdlsajkfadls. I also heard Renee is leaving this Fall to film a Netflix show/movie. 

First things first, let me just say how PROUD I am of Daveed and everything he’s done with Hamilton the American Musical. Seriously, this man from being a rapper to a musical actor, and he did it brilliantly!! Like I tell everyone, if you had told me he originated from theatre I would’ve believed you because he fills the role so seamlessly and I understand that he participated in the role when Lin was still making the musical so the roles were adjusted to his personality as well, but I am still amazed at how well this musical was done. The fact that this guy thought he was just a temp in playing Lafayette/Jefferson during the workshop, and is now a Grammy/Tony winning artist, just makes me so darn proud of him! 

I know I didn’t post anything when Lin, Pippa, and Leslie left, but I had many feels about it too, and it can’t just be summed up by pride. I am so proud with everything that they’ve achieved, and everything that they’ve done for us. 

Lin, who’s given us some a great musical and has done all that he can to make it as accessible as possible. He is the most humble creator I’ve ever had the pleasure of getting to know- from In the Heights to Hamilton. He’s made a musical that can connect with so many people, and I can testify for this because my sisters who are polar opposite of each other both love the musical, and I’m just amazed that this musical can connect to both of them who aren’t even the biggest music lovers!  

Pippa, my love, she is an inspiring woman! As an Asian myself, I felt connected to her the minute I saw her, and seeing just how precious and beautiful she is- I have the utmost pride in seeing her portray Eliza. She is a talented woman, and I cannot believe that this is just the beginning of her story- I can’t wait to see her grow from here on! I  have so much love for this woman, and she seriously inspires me to succeed in my field as well. Honestly, Phillipa Soo changed my life, and I love her to bits. 

And Leslie, oh goodness, Leslie, the love of my life. His voice. Do I have to say anything else? Not only that, but his personality is so personable, and he seems like the most chill guy to hang out with. The first time I heard Hamilton, I was enamoured by his voice- it gave me chills that lasted to this day. I still get chills hearing the emotion in his voice! Bless his voice and music, I’ve bought an autographed copy of his album bc I am in love with his voice, and I really want to support him (and every member of the cast of course) in all their future endeavours! 

I know Renee hasn’t left yet, but let me just say I always joke about wanting her to adopt me because she is just the most precious thing in this universe! Her voice, dear Lord, her voice. I cried listening to Satisfied the first few times I heard it. She is so talented, and there’s really no words to describe her as anything but phenomenal. And as a person, holy flip, she’s a fantastic woman who juggles having two kids!! Like hOW?? She’s perfect and I love her. 

I can write an entire essay and how much I love this musical and how it changed my life, and how great all the cast is, but I’m seriously the least eloquent person on this website, and so many other people have worded it better than me, but I also wanted to spread the positivity around! 

Please give your love to Andrew Chapelle to the new Lafayette/Jefferson (I seriously love this man and I heard only good things about his portrayal of the characters)! Follow him on twitter and snapchat because he is seriously the best! And give your love to the Hamilton Chicago cast because they deserve all the love as well! 

One more thing! @dailydaveeddiggs is doing a Project Happy Trails for Daveed where you can write or send him something and they will compile everything and have it delivered to him! They will be there this Friday to personally give it to him so don’t miss your chance to send Daveed your love!! 

Dear little Daisy,

I’m feeling: Drained and scared.

Everything is in place now Daisy. and to think you’ll be with us soon excites me as much as it scares me. I think of you.. this tiny little human being.. a blank canvas. You’re so fresh and new and ready to learn. Ready to become Daisy Grace Andrews. Maybe you’ll be a dancer, maybe you’ll be a painter or a writer. Maybe you’ll love the music I hate and hate the music I love. But I’ll still love you because you’re you.

I want to bring you up to be lovely and I want to bring you up full of respect, love and happiness. But I want you to develop on your own. I want you to always learn. I only want the best for you. I want you to do better than I have done. But most of all I want you to be happy and to feel happy that you have me as a mother. And that scares me more than you can imagine.

You deserve only the best and I will do my best and more for you, I will walk to the edge of the earth and back for you. I’m so blessed to be carrying you in my tummy. From the second I knew you existed you became my world. I feel you kicking away and I know you’re perfect already.

Mummy loves you.



25 Fall Out Boy Challenge: Day 21/25 - pre-hiatus or post-hiatus? (why?)

↳ Post-Hiatus

I prefer post-hiatus to pre-hiatus not only because I joined the fandom just a little after Save Rock and Roll was dropped, but because the band just seems so much more comfortable and happy now. Even though the music from pre-hiatus is fantastic both lyrically, and melodically, there’s just so much more passion from all four of them both on and off stage now (not to mention the music is still awesome). I think that the hiatus was a necessary evil for this band, and because of it they came out of it even better than before.


The day starts
The day ends
Time crawls by

Night steals in pacing the floor
The moments creep
Yet I can’t bear to sleep
‘Till I hear you sing

And weeks pass
And months pass
Seasons fly

Still you don’t walk through the door
And in a haze
I count the silent days
'Till I hear you sing once more

And sometimes at night time
I dream that you are there
But wake holding nothing
But the empty air

And years come
And years go
Time runs dry

Still I ache down to the core
My broken soul
Can’t be alive and whole
'Till I hear you sing once more

And music, your music
It teases at my ear
I turn and it fades away
And you’re not here

Let hopes pass
Let dreams pass
Let them die

Without you, what are they for?
I’ll always feel
No more than halfway real
'Till I hear you sing
Once more

My favorite song… sung by my favorite singer… you can’t really get any better than this.