don't know how you spell it

get you a musical who can do both
  • Hamilton: I catch a glimpse of the other side. Laurens leads a soldier's chorus on the other side, my son is on the other side! He's with my mother on the other side! Washington is watching from the other side! Teach me how to say goodbye, rise up, rise up, rise up, Eliza... My love, take your time. I'll see you on the other side.
  • also Hamilton: I'm a general! Wheeeeeeeeeeeeee!
  • Spring Awakening: All things he ever lived are left behind. All the fears that ever flickered through his mind, all the sadness that he'd come to own.
  • also Spring Awakening: Bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla, bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla. Totally fucked
  • Spelling Bee: I think Dad is angry, Mom, and I do not know what to do... I think he takes out on me what he wants to take out on you. Mama, Mama, Mama! How I wish you were home.
  • also Spelling Bee: My unfortunate erection is destroying my perfection
  • Next to Normal: Do you wake up in the morning and need help to lift your head? Do you read obituaries and feel jealous of the dead? It's like living on a cliffside, not knowing when you'll dive. Do you know, do you know what it's like to die alive?
  • also Next to Normal: Valium is my favorite color
  • Dear Evan Hansen: I guess I wanted to believe, 'cause if I just believe, then I don't have to see what's really there. No, I'd rather pretend I'm something better than these broken parts. Pretend I'm something other than this mess that I am, 'cause then I don't have to look at it.
  • also Dear Evan Hansen: iF i sTOP SmOKInG CrACK-
  • Falsettos: What more can I say? How am I to face tomorrow, after being screwed out of today? Tell me what's in store. Yes, I'd beg or steal or borrow if I could hold you for one hour more.
  • also Falsettos: I'm bitching, he's bitching, they're bitching, we're bitching, bitch bitch bitch bitch funny funny funny funny bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch
  • Great Comet: So easy to close off, place the blame outside. Hiding in my room at night, so terrified. All the things I could have been, but I never had the nerve. Life and love I don't deserve!
  • also Great Comet: says the mean old man in his underthings
  • In the Heights: "Alabanza" means to raise this thing to God’s face and to sing, quite literally, “Praise to this.” When she was here, the path was clear. And she was just here! She was just here...
  • also In the Heights: he's packing a stretch limousine
  • Groundhog Day: I thought the only way to better days was through tomorrow, but I know now, I know. Yes, I know now that I know... nothing.
  • also Groundhog Day: suck my balls i'm out
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So I’ve always been obsessed with @modmad ‘s art style and her comics, and to sorta congratulate her on her awesome kickstarter for TPOH, I wanted to draw her a little MagicStone! (Also I just wanted an excuse to draw Gladstone’s hair but woah woops it turned into this, great)

  • Wildcat: Say the magic words Mini and I'm yours
  • Mini: Jose Rico Taco Nacho Quesadilla Mendilla Jones
  • Wildcat: I was waiting for 'I love you' but you really do know the way to my heart

anonymous asked:

hey would you ever do a "what if harry potter had been a girl" story? or a trans girl? i don't know how much gender would change things except other people's perceptions but...

Hermione went to the library, when Harry first confided in her. Whatever the faculty, the administration, or the Ministry believed or didn’t believe, the Hogwarts library gave the children what they needed and always would.

Hermione came back with books and books on gender in wizarding history, on the spells and words wizards had used for centuries or decades or mere years, and she and Harry bent their heads together and figured out what words Harry felt best told her story. From her hometown library, after that first summer, Hermione brought back memoirs and brightly-colored pamphlets that Harry read through instead of finishing her Potions homework.

When Harry looked in the Mirror of Erised, she still saw her mother, her father, all her gathered, lost kin. The specter of her father gathered up her hands in his. Her mother pushed back the long dark hair Petunia had always made her cut short and she called her beautiful.

When she looked into it again, after Devil’s Snare and winged keys, giant chess and Ron lying prone on the floor, Hermione wringing her eleven year old hands in the potion riddle room– When Harry looked into the Mirror again, she saw herself, just herself. The girl in the mirror winked and smiled and slipped the Stone in Harry’s pocket. No matter what other wishes and want laid on her narrow shoulders, at the end of the day the thing Harry wanted most was to help. Harry brushed one hand over the lump of rock in her robe pocket, and then brushed her other over her mess of hair, which was feet shorter than the girl in the mirror’s.

She woke up in the hospital wing, bedside table piled high with candy.

Once Harry and Hermione had sussed out between them what the words were for what was going on here, they had explained it to Ron. Harry didn’t come out to anyone else until partway through second year, though, at the height of the Heir of Slytherin nonsense.

She was fed up, then. She just wanted to be left alone, and this wouldn’t help with that, but they were all already staring. Keeping this to herself felt like a vice around her chest. Hogwarts was supposed to be better.

After, Ron came almost to blows with anyone who goggled or sniffed or rolled their eyes. Seamas learned to swallow his tongue. Draco Malfoy didn’t. Hermione wrote up an explanatory note about appropriate pronouns in her best penmanship and then copied it with flicks of her wand. With Harry’s embarrassed permission, she gave it to every professor Harry had or would ever have.

Colin Creevey stopped her in the Great Hall with a tug on her sleeve. She turned, shoulders rising, and the kid said in his piping voice, “You’re still my hero.”

That was better than it could have been, but she wasn’t sure she liked the “still.”

Peeves, though he was nasty about everything else–ickle firsties and orphan girls–got it immediately. For all six years of her Hogwarts tenure, he dropped water balloons on the heads of anyone who misgendered her. Professor Binns never quite figured it out, but he didn’t know any student’s name. Nearly Headless Nick gallantly and somewhat awkwardly called her lady and tried to hold open doors for her, despite the fact that he couldn’t open them.

Snape called Harry “Mr. Potter” for all seven years that he was in Harry’s life. Around year three, Ron stopped counting the detentions he got for his increasingly sarcastic responses to this.

The whispers about the Heir of Slytherin grew louder and louder, keeping pace with “Uh, I thought it was the Boy Who Lived?” Fred and George Weasley took it upon themselves to walk Harry to and from class when they could, talking loudly enough to drown everything out.

Then Hermione got Petrified and the Heir whispers stopped abruptly. Harry, if she hadn’t been busy with Ron trading off reading their assigned textbooks aloud to Hermione in the infirmary, might have felt gratified that the whole school knew how much this bushy-haired kid meant to her. Alright, so they thought she might murder Muggleborns with a mysterious monster, or sic a snake on her opponent in a dueling club? But they knew she wouldn’t hurt Hermione for anything.

In the Chamber, she met Tom Riddle. He was supposed to be her mirror, though she didn’t quite know that yet. He was supposed to be her shadow, the chain around her ankle, the other half (or another eighth) of her story and his soul.

Ginny had been trying to speak for months– to tell someone, to open the diary and the bag under her bed full of chicken-blood-stained robes and to thrust them into the light. But Percy had shushed her, all his assumptions orbiting his own importance to her story. The teachers had patted her on the head. She had been frightened, eleven years old with Tom whispering in her ear, guiding her hands.

Harry had been trying to speak for years– to explain to someone the way she did not feel like Dudley, like Vernon, like the boys in the locker room at school. Hermione had listened. Hermione had given her books and books of people who felt like her. Ron had listened, and taught her wizard’s chess, and kicked Draco in the shins.

But here Harry was, standing alone– a red-haired lump at her feet, dark robes sodden with moldy water. Hermione was frozen. Ron was trapped behind a rock fall and Tom was pacing, gloating, glowing. Ginny was breathing. Ginny had to be breathing. Harry was going to save her. She had to, because no one had listened to the kid, not even Harry.

The phoenix tears left no scars on Harry’s arm. Riddle, the Chamber, the life going out of her, everything that had happened in that long year– none of it left scars on Ginny, or at least none that anyone could see.

When Harry got back to 4 Privet Drive that summer, she suffered through Aunt Petunia’s annual hair cut and then she curled up with Hedwig and wrote a letter. She wrote about the Muggle candies she missed when at Hogwarts, and how her cousin thought she was weird for being excited about summer homework. She asked Ginny how she was.

Ginny wrote back after a long week. She didn’t answer the question, but she wrote about helping Dad on the car, about the apple harvest coming, and Fred and George playing pranks on the ghoul in the attic.

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"What is it now, Daddy?"

please listen to J. Michael Tatum cringing when he has to voice Kyoya calling Tamaki “Daddy”.

because in english, it… doesn’t exactly make it sound like you mean “father”…………….

Viktuuri Cheating
  • Viktor: Yuuri we need to have a serious talk.
  • Yuuri: Oh no here it comes...
  • Viktor: It's just that...
  • Yuuri: *tearing up* You don't love me anymore
  • Viktor: Well...I cheated...
  • Yuuri: And he wants me to leave...
  • Viktor:
  • Yuuri:
  • Yuuri: Wait you did what?!
  • Viktor: I didn't mean to! It's just I'm so competitive and I love family game night and I NEEDED To win Monopoly!
  • Yuuri: Viktor Nikiforov you selfish, two timing ass~
  • Yuuri: Wait at Monopoly?
  • Viktor: *nods terrified*
  • Yuuri: Oh...well I cheated at Clue so we're even

anonymous asked:

A little question eheh, why do you call Nath "Tomato"? They call him like that in the serie? (I'm asking bc I'm from latinoamerica so I don't know if the english dub says that lol) sorry for the stupid question PD: YOUR ART IS FUCKING AWESOMEEEEEE *screams*

Just add a little tomato stem on him and WHOOP there it is! Personally, I call him that because I always forget how to spell his name for some reason…

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moominhexe  asked:

Hello again. I'm interested in learning more about fairy/faery witchcraft and sea/mermaid witchcraft but I don't know where to start. Thank you.

My faerie resources:

*I have many, many posts about faeries, these are just a few basic ones. Search my faerie tag although searching it as a keyword on the mobile version of my blog is better as I do not tag everything I post. 

Faerie [witchcraft] books I recommend:

My sea/water/mermaid resources:

Sea witchcraft/mermaid books I recommend:

I strongly encourage that you try guided meditations so that you can symbolically connect to faeries or mermaids, here are some you might want to try out:

What it's like falling for the sign
  • <p> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b></b> (Check the persons sun or Venus you are falling for. If you check your own, that shows how the person who's falling for you feels like.)<p/><b>Aries:</b> You crave for closeness with them. You beg for them not to leave. It's hard to tell them tho, cause whenever you are with them, you forget what you were planning to say. Their presence makes you live in the moment. Falling for an Aries is like spending New Year's eve every day.<p/><b>Taurus:</b> "Oh shit I like them." Falling for a Taurus messes you up. You find yourself defending them. Having eye contact with them makes you calm and gives you hope. It would seem so easy to just make them be with you, but because they are so sweet you just do anything to make them happy. It really feels like Valentine's day to crush on them.<p/><b>Gemini:</b> You know they are a little shit and you like it. They make you feel a little spark every time you see them. Their smirk is your daydream. Seeing them walk away hurts your heart so bad. Surprisingly seeing them somewhere lights your happiness and excites you. Falling for a Gemini feels like the last week of school.<p/><b>Cancer:</b> You always find yourself wondering how come didn't you fall for them earlier. How could you not notice all these cute things in them. Every day you find something new to love in them. You wanna take care of them and share your live with them. You'd give them the moon. Falling for a Cancer is comforting. A good night's rest after a long day.<p/><b>Leo:</b> You knew they were beautiful, but when you fall, oh how can they shine so bright. You find yourself looking at them the way you've never looked at anyone else. You'd give them anything if they asked. Making them sad is your biggest fear. You want to be the wall they can lean on. You want their approval. The feeling you have when falling for a Leo is the same when having a romantic dinner.<p/><b>Virgo:</b> You would be the happiest person on earth, if you could just spend time with them. Being somewhere with them and getting to watch them live feels like an ultimate prize. Their laugh is your lullaby. Their touch would make you fel so accepted. You wanna be the thing for them to study and make them let you learn about them. Falling for a Virgo feels like a privilege.<p/><b>Libra:</b> It feels so sweet falling for them. You want to drown yourself in false hope. You do everything to brighten their days, but they don't notice. It's frustarating, but they give you the most to daydream about. If they looked you in the eye, your heart would stop. Your days feel like Christmas parties.<p/><b>Scorpio:</b> Falling for a Scorpio is so intense. You would throw yourself out there for them any time. Their touch makes you feel so wanted. You could just stand there and admire them for days. Kissing those lips is what you dream every time. The way they look at you makes you wanna do crazy things. It feels like being a voodoo doll when you fall for a Scorpio.<p/><b>Sagittarius:</b> It feels like they put a spell on you and are now acting all innocent about it. Their charm caught you and now you are trying to understand what should you do. It's frustarating, not knowing how they react to anything. You try to show them how much you care, but you don't know if they understand. Falling for a Sagittarius is like talking to someone behind a wall.<p/><b>Capricorn:</b> They seem so cute. Too cute. You can't handle their cuteness anymore. All their feelings are hidden and you are trying to find them. It feels like they are calling for you and running away from you at the same time. You try to let them know, but they seem to ignore or misunderstand everything you say. It's like playing hide and seek with someone who's so much better at it than you.<p/><b>Aquarius:</b> They seemed like so much trouble and still you fell. You let them take you. It feels pretty lonely to like an Aquarius. World makes less sense. Falling for an Aquarius feels like following them into a labyrinth and being left behind. Aquarius' happiness is the thing you crave for, so it doesn't matter to you.<p/><b>Pisces:</b> When you fall for a Pisces, you don't care about the flaws you are seeing when you get to know them. Even with their flaws they seem so flawless. Making a Pisces smile feels like such an achievement, even if it's not that hard. You just wanna sit there and watch them be happy. Falling for a Pisces feels like watching a child learn.<p/></p><p/></p><p/></p>
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  • Lance: *went shopping with lotor*
  • Keith: Where did you go???
  • Lance: I just went shopping...
  • Keith: WITH WHOOO????
  • Lance: With Lotor... Okay, but our taste in fashion just rhymes so much and I bought everyone stuff. I even got you a shir-
  • Keith: DISHONOR ON YOU! DISHONOR ON YOUR COW!!!
  • Lance: You can insult me but don't bring our cow into this! KALTENECKER DOESN'T DESERVE THIS HORRID TREATMENT!!!
  • Keith: KALTENECKER'S OUR COW??? YOU MEAN YOUR COW. FOR ALL I KNOW KALTENECKER COULD BE LOTOR'S COW TOO.
  • Lance: HOW DARE YOU???!!! KALTENECKER'S OUR COW. I NAMED KALTENECKER AFTER US. YOU CAN'T EVEN SPELL KALTENECKER'S NAME WITHOUT US. HOW CAN YOU DISOWN KALTENECKER!!!?? DISOWNING KALTENECKER IS LIKE DISOWNING ME?!!!
  • Kaltenecker: *cow noises*
  • Lance: OMG. Kaltenecker heard us...
  • Keith: who cares?? YOU WENT SHOPPING WITH LOTOR!!!
  • Lance: who cares??? No cow should live in this kind of environment. NO COW DESERVES TO BE DISOWNED AND DISHONORED.
  • Kaltenecker: *sad cow noises*
  • Lance: look, can we continue this some other time? Because unlike someone, I actually care about our cow.
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