b&e show

anyway the whole “the tonys are so diverse” thing is now cancelled!! you can all go back to ur homes @ all the communities who just saw two musicals about straight white people win in almost every category over actors and actresses, directors and designers of colour, not to mention the whole “hello, dolly!” beating out two incredible revivals full of lgbt and poc characters  

it was nice while it lasted

I am in my own Harry Potter AU hell.

And just because I can:


Malfoy looked up from his desk, quill poised over the parchment as his son hovered by the study door. Aware that he was frowning, Draco lifted his expression into something more neutral. He was vaguely aware of his own father always frowning whenever he’d tried to talk to him as a boy, and he didn’t want Scorpius to one day think the same about him.

“Come in, come in. Shut the door, you’ll let the heat out.” 

The Greengrass estate was a crumbling ruin compared to Malfoy Manner, with only half the library and none of the artifacts Draco had spent the last few years archiving and putting safely away behind spelled glass. But for now it was home, chilly stone walls and all.

“Did you want something?”

“Yes.” Scorpius replied, pausing to tug at the hem of his dark shirt. There’s still a bruise under his eye, faded to be sure, but the mere presence of it made Draco’s heart skip a beat. When he’d seen Severus Potter crawling out of the rubble, face covered in blood and no sign of his own son, he’d known terror like no other.

And Draco Malfoy was intimately familiar with the machinations of terror. He’d been hugged by it once.

“Well,” he prompted, setting aside his work entirely and giving his full attention to his son. “What is it?”

“I want my friends to come visit.”

Draco blinked. Whatever he’d been expecting, it wasn’t that. “Your…friends?”

“Albus Potter and Rosie Granger-Weasley. I would like them to come stay.”

Draco blinked again. Later he’d laugh—somewhat despairingly into a decanter of fire brandy—at the absurdity of the notion that his boy, Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy, was best friends with a Potter and the hybrid off-spring of a Granger Weasley, but the threat of impeding hysterics was quelled under the defiant gaze of his son, narrow chin lifting at some unspoken challenge. 

“I see. For how long?”

“A…a week…maybe two…They’re going to France for the Quiditch Cup Primaries…” he glanced down and Draco spied the curled up parchment hidden up his sleeve. “So it wouldn’t be for long.”

Draco glanced at his desk, to the fireplace, then back to his son. “I don’t…”

I want my friends…friendshow often had Astoria lamented his lack of playmates as a child, how often had she fretted that Scorpius’ only interaction had been with adults—or books, or enchanting his own toys for someone to play with. And how quickly had Scorpius’ face crumpled at the utterance of two simple syllables. 

“…know if two weeks would be wise, given your mother’s health. She’s still recovering from the move. But I shall discuss it with her, and see what can be done.”

Scorpius stilled, the beaming smile on his face reigned in to something calmer, even now, not wanting to get his hopes up too much. “Thank you. For what it’s worth, we will be good.”

Draco snorted at that, remembering the last time a Malfoy, a Potter and a Granger and a Weasley had been together at their age. “Somehow I doubt it. Go on off you go, go see what your mother is up to. She’s enjoying having you home.”

“And I am enjoying being here,” Scorpius replied, in that curiously courteous and stiff way of speaking he’d always had, even as an infant learning his words. “I am happy to be here, with you, and mother.”

“I’m…very glad to hear it.” Draco replied, unsure what else he was supposed to say to such an open admission said so politely like one was discussing the weather. “Now go on, off you go, I need to finish this manuscript before I lose the thought.”

“You’ll talk to mother though, wont you?” Scorpius pressed from his space by the door. “You’ll ask…”

“Yes, yes.” Draco waved a hand, “I’ll ask if the Potter spawn can come stay with us. Just for a little bit. To say thank you for…everything.”

Reassured, Scorpius left, closing the door behind himself with a firm click. 

Draco waited several more moments, counting to a hundred before opening up the top desk of his drawer and pulling out his correspondence folder, flipping through them until he found the appropriate manila envelope, writing the address of the Ministry Neatly to the front. 

Clearing his throat politely, he composed himself, then tapped it to life with his wand.

“Hello Potter,” he spat with a vicious familiar glee, unable to keep from laughing, “I’m not sure which one of us is going to be more surprised by this turn of events, but I swear to gods if you break my son’s heart by saying no, I will personally send you a red Howler on the hour every hour till the day one of us dies. Now, about dates, the last week in June works well for us…”

Theater AU
  • So it takes place in like the 19th century in an opera house/theater, controlled by a man who calls himself the SQUIP
  • Jeremy’s a dancer there that while on stage he’s incredibly graceful and beautiful, offstage he’s just A Mess™
  • Christine is a huge theater fan that helps everyone with their lines and is aspiring to write her own opera one day
  • Chloe is the diva that sings there, and while she can be an ice queen at times she can hit high notes like no one’s business
  • Brooke is one of the dancers as well, and she also helps out with makeup and costuming and knows everything about color sense
  • Rich handles all the effects and helps with sound. He’s not allowed to deal with flames anymore as he almost set the curtain on fire once
  • Jake is the resident Pretty Boy™ that does most of the lead male roles in the performance and can hit surprisingly low notes
  • Jenna gets the word out there when the opera house does a new show (And is a wonderful source of local gossip)
  • The actual plot starts when wealthy music writer Michael comes to see a show, sees Jeremy performing, and immediately goes “oh”
  • He becomes immediately smitten with Jeremy and tries to see as many performances with him in them as he can
  • And after every performance, he always leaves behind a different bouquet of flowers (cuz flower language AMIRIGHT)
  • Poor Jeremy’s confused but kind of excited because ‘???? Someone likes him??!! What????!!!!’
  • And he wants to meet this mysterious admirer who leaves him sweet flowers and kind, handwritten notes
  • Except Michael’s too much of a dW E E B to show his face to this beautiful but dorky boy
  • And there is. A ton of Pining for these two™

Bellarke week - Day 6 - Favorite chemistry moment

↳ 1x08 - Clarke convinces Bellamy to stay.

“We’ll figure something out.”

“Can we figure it out later.”

Norway, 2017

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, Norway was absolutely stunning.  I’ve been fortunate enough to hike in some beautiful spots around the world (British Columbia, Nepal, New Zealand, Australia) and Norway surpassed/tied with the best of the best. 

Despite spending the first few days of my trip with Sean, I spent the second part of my trip in solo-mode.  Which translates to: I hardly spoke to anyone. ANYONE. Like, for the entire latter half of my trip.  With the exception of servers or folks in stores, it was almost this silent adventure for me, which seems more weird typing it out now than it actually was. 

Firstly, I’ll show you where I went in Norway, as Norway is a huge country, with so many areas to explore. 

A to B on the map was the train I took with Sean, and then the western points (A, B, C, D, E) show the loop I drove.  Click here to zoom in.   

I flew from Stockholm into the western city of Bergen (E on the map), where I stayed for two nights.  Unfortunately the weather rained poured while I was in Bergen, and there was a cycling race going on, so it was hard for me to actually become familiar with / see Bergen, but from what I did see, it’s a quaint little coastal town, where I would be very happy to live in another life. 

(I really want to start an Instagram on City Drains, as some of them are so cute and decorated, and they all vary so much!)

After my first night in Bergen, I rented a car and headed south on a rainy drive to Odda, the town that launches hikers heading to Trolltunga.  

The trip through the countryside was… quiet, pristine, and awesome. 

It’s funny how during this stretch of the trip I didn’t really like any of the photos I took, but now looking through them, I do. 

They really capture the wetness and greenness of the land. The Norway countryside reminded me of Muskoka, Ontario, but on steroids. It would be rolling hills, and then boom, a massive mountain stood in front of the road, with a tunnel that twisted and turned and shoved me out into a completely new type of spectacular landscape. 

Eventually the road twisted me towards my destination, Odda, a picturesque Norwegian town known for its glacier as well as its proximity to the famous Norway hike, Trolltunga, which I planned to do the next day. 

I checked into my hostel (look at the view from my room below!), and then walked into town to get the final snacks I needed for my big hike the next day.  

I also popped into the only restaurant open to carb-up on a pasta meal before the hike.  To my own  horror the very-basic pasta meal came out to be CND$33(!!!!). I’ll do a separate post on the budget/money side of Norway, but yikes, it was quite a pricey place. 

Luckily, it was also very beautiful. Exhibit A, Odda: 

I then headed to sleep around 10pm to get a good night of sleep before I made the 50 minute drive to the base of the hike, and then onto a fourteen hour day of (very scenic!) walking. 

i don’t like to talk about siobhan’s death because she didn’t fuk k inn die she’S FINE WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT SHE SURVIVED THE FINALE TOO OKAY

but. denial aside hopefully maybe can we just. 

we were robbed. a missed opportunity to the highest degree. mrs. s hanging out and playing with orange and purple, making silly faces at them while they hung out in sarah and helena’s laps, laughing gently at cosima’s reaction to not wanting to hold them, rubbing her back reassuringly and taking the baby from delphine. playfully warning sarah and felix about being bad influences to their new nephews, just–



(fancam) 161231 sbs drama awards - hey jude
candy crush | do not reupload, do not modify.

Closed Starter


It had been a peaceful day in the Demon World. Perhaps a little too peaceful as a little star demon had fallen asleep, unaware of anyone new that had shown up nearby. Pamoon had muttered in his sleep and rolled until he landed face first on the ground. “…” The young warrior then yawned as he woke up.

“Humm?” He looked to see another demon nearby. “Who are you? What are you doing here?” The demon child asked tiredly.

anonymous asked:

I've created a few characters for a story, two who are closer than the rest and fit very well together. But the other three characters seem like they're almost forced into the group. It doesn't seem like a natural group of friends. I'm not sure if there's too many characters, or if it's their personalities. I wouldn't mind editing the other three. How could I make this feel like a more natural, genuine group of friends (such as something like guardians of the galaxy type of gang)?

  • Combine Characters: If you have two characters doing the job of one, try combining them into one character. It’ll be easier to write scenes in which all of the group members appear because you’ll have one less person to keep track of.
  • Change Up Their Presence: If A and B are always together, try writing a scene in which A is only with C and D. And then another with A, B, and E. Or just A and E. Show B and D together. Change it all up.
  • Use It: Use this awkward dynamic to your advantage. This happens in real life. Two people might be seen as a “package”, i.e. they’re always together or they only hang out with the rest of the group if they’re both there. Your characters can bring it up as an issue within the group. It can create social conflict between the characters.
  • Keep Writing: As you keep writing these characters, you’ll get to know them more and you’ll be more comfortable writing them. As you rewrite you’ll be more sure of what they’re doing and their relationships might improve.
  • Reasons: Give them reasons to hang out. Why are B and C in the library? Maybe they’re partners on a project. Why are A and E eating in a different area of the food court? Maybe they’re both vegetarians and couldn’t buy anything at the burger place. Give them things to share.

anyway! i’ll never stop being bitter they didn’t let the cast of shadowhunters go up on stage and accept their award! but it’s fine! it’s no problem! it’s okay! it’s alright! it’s reasonable! it’s whatever! it’s great! it’s tolerable! it’s fair! it’s……..actually the absolute worst! but that’s fine! that’s no problem! that’s okay! that’s alright! that’s reasonable! that’s fair! 

oh man i can’t wait 2 watch dean and benny kickin it in purgatory like old times, just fightin monsters and makin out and callin each other “brother” gosh diddly darn i don’t get excited about white men on soopernatrual often but BOY HOWDY do i love benny lafitte