Things from musicals that are so perfect they are borderline erotic
When Jonathan Groff first comes in in The Bitch of Living. Timothy Omundson’s voice in Goodnight My Friend. Also in Finally. The third and fourth “burn"s in Burn and like Phillipa Soo’s voice all the time. Shoutout to the final "mine” too; that’s gorgeous. Pia Douwes’s voice, and how it is somehow simultaneously smooth and pure and beautifully rough. The harmonies at the end of Make Up Your Mind/Catch Me I’m Falling. “Would you think so badly of me” in Sonya and Natasha. That thing in The Bitch of Living when they are all jumping around chaotically and then suddenly are frozen singing “oh, who knoooooowwwwws?” (start at 2:40 for the full effect) That thing Karen David does in like every song in Galavant where her voice changes pitch slightly and damn. The way “sadness” is sung in Don’t Do Sadness. The harmonies in Boote in Der Nacht. Magaldi’s verse in On This Night of a Thousand Stars. When Eva starts singing in High Flying Adored. Natasha singing both “nothing, it was nothing, I didn’t lead him on at all” and “back in the theatre full of light” in Natasha Lost. How syrupy and rich Jasmine Cephas Jones’ voice is in Say No to This. That part of Seventeen when JD and Veronica are singing “seventeen” together and he’s singing higher than her. The end of My Eyes. Vocally, and the choreography. Everything about Sophie McShera’s voice, especially when she’s singing her parts of A Happy Ending for Us. The slight roughness in John Gallagher Jr.’s voice. How drowsy and sexy Idina Menzel’s voice is in As Long As You’re Mine. Also when she sings “it well may be” in For Good. (It’s nice for different reasons of course.) Chris Jackson’s voice in One Last Time. And in every other song.
Your love for us AROHA is pure and sweet, and that love motivates us to give all we can back. Thank you for all your hard work, all the amazing songs, and all the funny moments you have let us share with you. Thank you for always showing your love and gratitude towards international fans, too. It is amazing to see our support reaches you guys. We look forward to the next forever as ASTROs AROHAs, and look to your hard work as inspiration for us to work hard too. Congratulations on your first year since debut and #HAPPYASTRODAY! Let’s be together forever ❤ 영원히 함께합시다 우리 애기들 ❤ Sincerely, Astrodaily
Le cose muoiono: questa è la prima cosa che non puoi cancellare, una volta che l'hai davvero scoperta. Le cose guariscono, le cose ricominciano, le cose tornano. Questa è una cosa bella da tenere in testa ma non la puoi avere sempre, la speranza fa il gioco del sole nel bosco, sparisce, riappare un attimo, poi di nuovo è ombra e scuro.
Quiobi, no.1 with Qui-Gon as a Sith and Obi-Wan as a Jedi?
Obi-Wan Kenobi’s world is black and white.
There is good and there is evil.
He is a Jedi and therefore he is good.
Raised as the last Padawan Learner to the venerable Grand Master of the Order, Obi-Wan has strived all his life to be the perfect Jedi, the epitome of the light. He has ruthlessly chased out fear and anger from his heart, has excised all that would tempt him down a darker path shaded in charcoal, ebony, and onyx. He knows the shades of ivory that mark the path of the truly righteous like the back of his hand.
He is an example to the Order, to those initiates who feel they will never be chosen, encouragement to those Knights who fear that perfection is out of their grasp, and a subtle reminder to masters to think twice about their preconceived notions.
If Obi-Wan Kenobi can become a paragon of light, the finest of his generation, Master Yoda’s true heir, then anything is possible.
Through the light all things are possible.
Except… that is all Obi-Wan can see.
There is no color in his world, no vibrant blues, no ruddy crimson or a delicate yellow. The world around him is as black and white as the lessons handed down to him from a grandmaster who has evolved beyond caring about the color of a flower or the particular shade of the sunset.
After 800 years of shades of grey, Yoda needs no gaudy, saturated rainbow to tell him that sunlight dappled through the leaves of a sweet oak in the Room of a Thousand Fountains is beautiful. He simply accepts the world that he sees as it is. He does not need color nor does he want it.
“A Jedi craves not these things, Obi-Wan,” Yoda tells him and Obi-Wan does his best to listen to his master’s wisdom, to tell himself that there is beauty in the shift from radiant white to ecru to charcoal and the inky wash of night time.