The turtles on Broadway:


Requested by: Anonymous

Im a huge fan of glee, in which big group numbers are very common. If the turtles had to do a big song together, what song would they pick and how would it go?

A/N: I’m gonna do this for each individual turtle because I feel like they would need to have a long conversation about this if the did it together ;’) Also they aren’t all Broadway songs, but they are all from musicals.

Originally posted by heroinewithoutashell

Leonardo: Do you hear the people sing?

Leo is definitely the type that would fight for what he believes in, and the what’s better for the people, and so I think he would definitely fit Les Misérables. 

Originally posted by drummergirl231

Raphael: Bet on it

Raphael doesn’t like being told what to do, and doesn’t like people controlling his life, which is why I think he would be perfect for a bit of High School Musical. 

Originally posted by mamashelle80

Donatello: I Can Hear The Bells

I thought this song was perfect for Donnie because of his adorable crush on April in the show, and how whenever she’s around he just gets all flustered because he loves her so much.

Originally posted by sidestorm

Michelangelo: Where the People Are

Because (especially in the movies) Mikey always wants to be able to hang out like a normal guy, with the people, I thought this song suited him perfectly.

Sound of Your Heart- Kai Parker

You were my courage, my sword and shield

Grace under pressure, my wall of steel

I was a stone, weighing us down

You were the angel I chained to the ground

   The way you saw it, Kai protected you. The first time you met he was just developing emotion from merging with his brother and his emotions were heightened because of his new vampirism. People were scared of him but you.. You only saw him as your shield, the wall that protected you from pain and suffering. He took you everywhere with him after you two finally got together, holding your hand and showing you off to the world but you always felt like you were holding him back from life. You were a cipher, an abomination, every time you touched him you took some of his magic. He always said he would protect you, he would keep you safe. It’s too bad that he wouldn’t be able to hear you say, on last time, that you were in love with him.

“Kai..” You choked out helplessly as you reaches for your phone, the bullet in your stomach preventing you to move any further.

“Pick up, please, pick up.” You whimper into the phone.

“I thought you wanted to be alone?” His voice is music to your ears.

“I love you.” You could feel it, death catching up to you, grabbing at your soul and tighten its grip.

“Y/N?! Y/N, wake up!” Rough hands grab your shoulders and you cough up blood just before everything goes black.

I miss the way you undress, I miss your head on my chest

Can’t stop this bleeding, can’t stop believing

I’m missing the sound of your heart beating

Baby I’m in love with you

I’m missing the sound of your heart beating

Baby you were mine to lose

I’m missing the sound of your heart beating

“Kai? I heard you screamin- oh my god.” Say what you will about Bonnie’s hatred for Kai but she loved Y/N, like a sister, like family.

“Her heart isn’t beating, I can’t stop the bleeding.” Kai’s hands press onto your wound, your blood had stop flowing but his hands were covered in blood. He was crying.

“Kai, I think she’s- I think she’s gone.” Bonnie puts her hand over her mouth, in pure disbelief that her friend was dead.

“Y/N you can’t leave me, Baby, please, I love you so much.” He grabs your face, pressing his forehead to yours, a tea falling onto your cheek from his eye.

“She was a witch, we can desecrate her body, bring her back.”

“Kai, she was vampire too, there’s no telling if she will ever-”

“We will bring her back!”

You showed me heaven, you rang the bells

I played with matches, it hurt like hell

Asleep and wake, you’re all I see

I can’t escape you, can’t set you free

   During your last Christmas together you had gotten this bell for above the entrance to the kitchen and since you die he hadn’t had the chance or the heart to take it down. It was yours, you rang it every time you went into the kitchen and he hated it. Hated how loud is was and how it rang in his oversensitive ears but if you loved it he wouldn’t say a word. He was sitting down at the table in the kitchen, looking through the scrapbook you made of your journey together. Those little moments felt like what people described heaven to be like. The bell rings and his head snaps up, expecting you to be walking win with a cup in your hand and then remembering that you were dead. But if no one else was in the house and it was the dead of winter, how could the bell have just rang…

“Y/N?” He asks and you stutter into his line of sight.

   That was the first time in a week that he had seen you but it felt like months, years, centuries, being away from you. Then, when he slept, when he woke up, all he saw was you. You kept crying out to him, that you wanted to live again, you weren’t at rest, you were scared of the people where you were on the other side. You wanted to come home, to him, to his love. He couldn’t get away from those words.

I’m missing the sound of your heart beating

He’s getting the spell to bring you back ready, in his mind, when he thinks about it. The thumps of your heart in your chest, beating in time with his during calm moments. Adjusting papers and starting the spell above your body he hears it. Thump, thump. Thump, thump. Slow but quickly climbing. And all he can think is:

Baby I’m coming, baby I’m coming.

Edmund Dulac - Illustration for Edgar Allen Poe’s “The Bells”

The Bells

I.         Hear the sledges with the bells–
            Silver bells!
What a world of merriment their melody foretells!
      How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,
          In the icy air of night!
      While the stars that oversprinkle
      All the heavens, seem to twinkle
          With a crystalline delight;
        Keeping time, time, time,
        In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells
   From the bells, bells, bells, bells,
              Bells, bells, bells–
 From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.

II.         Hear the mellow wedding bells
            Golden bells!
What a world of happiness their harmony foretells!
      Through the balmy air of night
      How they ring out their delight!
          From the molten-golden notes,
              And all in tune,
          What a liquid ditty floats
   To the turtle-dove that listens, while she gloats
              On the moon!
        Oh, from out the sounding cells,
What a gush of euphony voluminously wells!
              How it swells!
              How it dwells
          On the Future! how it tells
          Of the rapture that impels
        To the swinging and the ringing
          Of the bells, bells, bells,
   Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,
              Bells, bells, bells–
 To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells!

III.         Hear the loud alarum bells–
                 Brazen bells!
What tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells!
      In the startled ear of night
      How they scream out their affright!
        Too much horrified to speak,
        They can only shriek, shriek,
                 Out of tune,
In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire,
In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire,
           Leaping higher, higher, higher,
           With a desperate desire,
        And a resolute endeavor
        Now–now to sit or never,
      By the side of the pale-faced moon.
           Oh, the bells, bells, bells!
           What a tale their terror tells
                 Of Despair!
      How they clang, and clash, and roar!
      What a horror they outpour
On the bosom of the palpitating air!
      Yet the ear, it fully knows,
           By the twanging,
           And the clanging,
        How the danger ebbs and flows ;
      Yet, the ear distinctly tells,
        In the jangling,
        And the wrangling,
      How the danger sinks and swells,
By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells–
            Of the bells–
    Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,
        Bells, bells, bells–
 In the clamour and the clangour of the bells!

IV.          Hear the tolling of the bells–
              Iron bells!
What a world of solemn thought their monody compels!
      In the silence of the night,
      How we shiver with affright
 At the melancholy meaning of their tone!
        For every sound that floats
        From the rust within their throats
             Is a groan.
        And the people–ah, the people–
        They that dwell up in the steeple,
             All alone,
        And who, tolling, tolling, tolling,
           In that muffled monotone,
        Feel a glory in so rolling
           On the human heart a stone–
      They are neither man nor woman–
      They are neither brute nor human–
             They are Ghouls:–
        And their king it is who tolls ;
        And he rolls, rolls, rolls, rolls,
           A pæan from the bells!
        And his merry bosom swells
           With the pæan of the bells!
        And he dances, and he yells ;
      Keeping time, time, time,
      In a sort of Runic rhyme,
           To the pæan of the bells–
              Of the bells :
      Keeping time, time, time,
      In a sort of Runic rhyme,
           To the throbbing of the bells–
           Of the bells, bells, bells–
           To the sobbing of the bells ;
      Keeping time, time, time,
           As he knells, knells, knells,
      In a happy Runic rhyme,
           To the rolling of the bells–
        Of the bells, bells, bells–
           To the tolling of the bells,
     Of the bells, bells, bells, bells–
              Bells, bells, bells–
 To the moaning and the groaning of the bells.


“Photograph” - Andrea Gibson

I wish I was a photograph
tucked into the corners of your wallet
I wish I was a photograph
you carried like a future in your pocket
I wish I was that face you show to strangers
when they ask you where you come from
I wish I was that someone that you come from
every time you get there
and when you get there
I wish I was that someone who got phone calls
and postcards saying
wish you were here

I wish you were here
autumn is the hardest season
the leaves are all falling
and they’re falling like they’re falling in love with the ground
and the trees are naked and lonely
I keep trying to tell them
new leaves will come around in the spring
but you can’t tell trees those things
they’re like me they just stand there
and don’t listen

I wish you were here
I’ve been missing you like crazy
I’ve been hazy eyed
staring at the bottom of my glass again
thinking of that time when it was so full
it was like we were tapping the moon for moonshine
or sticking straws into the center of the sun
and sipping like icarus would forever kiss
the bullets from our guns

I never meant to fire you know
I know you never meant to fire lover
I know we never meant to hurt each other
now the sky clicks from black to blue
and dusk looks like a bruise
I’ve been wrapping one night stands
around my body like wedding bands
but none of them fit in the morning
they just slip off my fingers and slip out the door
and all that lingers is the scent of you
I once swore if I threw that scent into a wishing well
all the wishes in the world would come true
do you remember

do you remember the night I told you
I’ve never seen anything more perfect than
than snow falling in the glow of a street light
electricity bowing to nature
mind bowing to heartbeat
this is gonna hurt bowing to I love you
I still love you like moons love the planets they circle around
like children love recess bells
I still hear the sound of you
and think of playgrounds
where outcasts who stutter
beneath braces and bruises and acne
are finally learning that their rich handsome bullies
are never gonna grow up to be happy
I think of happy when I think of you

so wherever you are I hope you’re happy
I really do
I hope the stars are kissing your cheeks tonight
I hope you finally found a way to quit smoking
I hope your lungs are open and breathing your life
I hope there’s a kite in your hand
that’s flying all the way up to orion
and you still got a thousand yards of string to let out
I hope you’re smiling
like god is pulling at the corners of your mouth
cause I might be naked and lonely
shaking branches for bones
but I’m still time zones away
from who I was the day before we met
you were the first mile
where my heart broke a sweat
and I wish you were here
I wish you’d never left
but mostly I wish you well
I wish you my very very best

» bravado, terrible plans, and the importance of found family: a mix for Vox Machina

full tracklist under cut

Listen on 8tracks or Playmoss

  1. Invincible - Ok Go
    when they finally come to destroy the earth // they’ll have to go through you first // I bet they won’t be expecting that

  2. Comeback Kid - Sleigh Bells
    I know it’s hard but // you’ve gotta deal with it // why don’t you look around // show me what you’re made of

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As requested by @princestump, here is a Front Bottoms intro post! 

ill include links to full albums, a few of my favorites from each album, and some extras (interviews, acoustics)

Back On Top (2015):

GDP & The Front Bottoms Split EP (Liberty and Prosperity) (2015):

Rose EP (2014):

Talon Of The Hawk (2013):

The Front Bottoms (2011):

My Grandma Vs. Pneumonia (2009):

Brothers Can’t Be Friends (2008):

I Hate My Friends (2008):



anonymous asked:

AHH CoraBelle is so cute<33 what would be their wedding like? ;; u ;; Who's gonna attend? Imagine Nami and Nojiko all dressed up as Flower Girls and Law as the reluctant(but proud) ring bearer ;; u ;; Gosh I love this pairing thank you SAI <33

pooh god their wedding?? i bet it would’ve been like… an attempt at being formal but something went horribly wrong halfway through.

guests would include Luffy, his brothers, Garp, Sengoku, Usopp, Zoro and Sanji, Genzo, no one from the Doffy family ever, Smoker, Hina, Tashigi, Kuzan, Coby…

Nami would be in a pretty blue dress and Nojiko would have a yellow&orange dress and both would have flowers all over their dresses and they’d be so happy (Nami especially loves being a flower girl and throwing flowers at people)

Law would’ve had to been forced into his adorable little suit (which has blue and yellow accents to match his hair and eyes) but he’d be sooo proud to be the ring bearer. like. he’d take that job SO SERIOUSLY. THIS IS LAW’S JOB AND HE’S GONNA DO IT PERFECTLY (he’d love to get rid of the stuffy suit tho he likes his hoodies way more). he’d have his little chest puffed out and reverently hold the rings and be so focused

Corazon would be in this nice (black? white?) suit that has pink/red accents and little heart cufflinks. they had to practically rip his hoodie thing off because he was so nervous and almost walked down the isle with it still on 

and Bellemere… i can totally see her going ALL OUT on a dress. like she’s gonna get married and dammit she’s gonna get a nice ass fuckin dress (but maybe something on the cheaper side b/c money problems). and her hair would be done pretty much the same as usual, but instead of a ponytail it’s a braid with flowers laced through it until it tapers out into a fluffy ponytail. and her bouquet would totally be Coral Bells

i feel like they’d make it through most of the ceremony, but then Cora would trip (he was nervously switching his weight from one foot to the other), fall backwards, taking Bellemere with him while knocking over some candles on the way down. Cora and Bellemere are all tangled together, Law is frantically running around trying to protect the rings (he ends up getting caught on fire and drenched but the rings are safe). everyone is freaking out. Smoker and Sengoku are trying to bring some order, Garp is laughing his ass off, Sanji and Kuzan are trying to put out the fires, Usopp is running around screaming,  Luffy, Ace and Sabo managed to accidentally catapult the cake into the air, which lands right on Cora and Bellemere right as they’ve finally detangled themselves

(Nami and Nojiko were trying, and failing, to put out the fire with their flowers before realizing that was a bad idea)

and then they’d just sort of laugh and pick up some cake and shove into each other’s faces before asking for the priest to continue on with the ceremony

Law proudly trots over with the rings, still in perfect shape, (tho his shoes make this squeaky sound because his feet are all wet) and hands them to Corazon and Bellemere. Nami&Nojiko, their dresses now burnt and torn, giggle and throw the rest of their not-burnt flowers on top of Cora and Bellemere as they kiss, both their faces still covered in frosting and cake

Zoro missed everything because he got lost trying to find the bathroom


I am not a woman
           I am a force of nature

I am not a thundercloud or a cloudwall
           I am a burst of incoming fire

I am not a fire base
           I am a tangle of Himalayan blackberries covering the headland

I am not a dark plot to disentangle in the novel’s final chapter
           I am the last task crossed off the list on your night stand

I am not the constellation of Cygnus or the Cruz del Sur
           I am the cry of geese migrating by the wintry glow of cell towers

I am not the light of your life
           I am the echo of generations painted on cave walls

I am not the mirror or the lamp
           I am the first gleam along the continent’s serrated blade

I am not the exile’s transcontinental flight
           I am a crystal chip swirling for years into the blue-green torment of glacial melt

I am not the natural child of silence and slow time
           I am the lost offspring of a tilting shelf, a miscellany of obstreperous bells

I am not a whim of weather or the vicissitudes of birth
           I am a woman straight and strong

I am not a force of nature
           I am a woman


I love you so, I always will 
And in your voice I hear a choir of carousels
Oh, but am I ever gonna hear my wedding bells
I was the one who came runnin’ when you were lonely
I haven’t lived one day not lovin’ you only
But kisses and love won’t carry me til you marry me

UGH this was the most difficult thing I’ve ever done. It’s hard enough to manip let alone make manips match and use pics with the same sort of look… oh well, I tried! I couldn’t resist when I saw these today! (Thanks 

anonymous asked:

I LOVE your dirkjake art, and it made me ship them, but I was wondering, do you think you'll ever draw johnroxy again?

thank youu! (= and yeah maybe?

Anon:*sings to the tune of jingle bells* dirkjake bells, dirkjake bells, dirkjake wedding bells

I drew a wedding thing once haha

Anon:Would Jake like Dirk in a tiny ponytail?

I guess! 8′)

Anon: Do you think you’ll draw deer Jake sometime soon?

I don’t know ;v; eventually

 u know what i want?

bell apparel

like tiny bells dragons can hold in their hands or bells they can wear around their necks or tails

tiny wing bells

i just think itd be neat

this is gonna be my new Christmas tradition





(2013 version)

xenotechexpert  asked:

Hi! I'm writing about a mixed character of Indian descent, and in her backstory she took classical dance lessons as a teenager. While researching classical Indian dance styles I learned about the Ghungroo ankle bells, and thought it might be cool if, as a college student who no longer dances but still likes to remember the fun times she had, she sewed bells onto a pair of boots to resemble Ghungroo; I worry about separating the bells from their original use though. Should I ditch the idea?

Indian, Dance, and Ghungroo-resembling Bells

I think if she’s of Indian descent and has a history of doing classical dance where she wore the bells, this is probably okay.  It’s her choice and her way of connecting with a part of her culture and something that she no longer practices actively but has fond memories of.  She’s not just taking it because she thinks its cool.  Even if she were Indian but not a former dancer, I’d think that usage a little off, but with those those elements (Indian descent, history of classical dance), I don’t think you have much to worry about.

Honestly, my concerns are more practical.  She’d likely just get a lot of questions about “dude, why do you have bells on your boots?” which might get tiresome, as might jingling everywhere she walked.  I hope she doesn’t get involved in anything that requires stealth, in which case: protip—take the bells off.

~Mod Nikhil

As a former kathak dancer (from an Indian descent teacher), I have a few questions:

  1. What classical style? Not all classical Indian dances use ghungroos (there are at least seven recognized, last I checked), and each style has slightly different ways of putting them on. Kathak has a braided rope you wrap around your ankles (with a sock under them to protect yourself), while odissi uses a leather cuff with bells sewn on. So if you don’t know what style, you can’t know how they look like on the ankle.
  2. How many are we talking? In kathak, I had 100 on each ankle, and dancers could have up to 300. Odissi has less, I believe. If you want to go for “resembled” then how close are you going? And depending on style, as I said, they can look different.
  3. Did she do folk dancing or classical styles? Not trying to dissuade using classical styles, but classical dancers aren’t the only ones out there. India has a huge dance culture and I’d look into folk dancing as much as the classical dances, because you could find out she’s actually from an area where folk dancing is the norm over classical. If you’re trying to have her dance as a connection to her culture, find out what pocket of culture she’s from.

A few other comments:

- Ghungroos are heavy (each string of 100 weighed nearly a pound) because they are brass with ball bearings inside. She’d be effectively going to the gym every time she went out for a walk if she completely replicated the style just from the weight.

- They catch against each other, and it can take a fair bit of effort to unhook them (they are, after all, brass spheres with an X cut out in the middle, and that X tends to open up and provide tons of edges to latch onto). As a dancer she would know this and know how impractical they are for long term wear, especially if she copied the closely packed, facing outward method most bells are in.

A bracelet in the same style as her bells (a braided rope for kathak, a leather cuff for another dance style) could possibly work to honour her heritage/memories without the hang ups of having them around your ankles. Unless she did a simple one line string that looked more like trim than anything else.

~Mod Lesya