exactly what you would expect

anonymous asked:

How do cosmetics work for the galra? i.e. Hair/fur dying, colored contacts, implants? ( if that's even a thing for the galra)

       How else do you think it would work? The same way for any species, I would imagine. Are you expecting me to enlighten you that we use blood in our products?    Sendak pointedly neglects to mention that yes, some shampoo products do indeed include blood, and instead opts for an exasperated tone. 

     There is no catch-all that every Galra is even capable of using. Ours is a species varied enough to where a body wash that would work on one Galra might burn the flesh off of another. You would not use the same shampoo you’d use for plating as you’d use for fur.    That much he can vividly remember snapping at Zarkon when he had tried to make a suggestion regarding the subject.    The answer is exactly what you would expect. The ingredients for each possible subrace vary. It can be very tedious to get the right hygiene or cosmetic products, granted skin and plating do not come with the same problems fur does.  

Speaking from experience, of course. The Zehn Khasik are a particularly rare subspecies with a particularly rare defect. Fur meant to withstand the harshest cold weather with the most extreme radiation requires care to treat properly. Thus makes for a laughably expensive anything, if it involves it.

Looking thoughtful, Sendak runs his fingers idly through his own fur.

       …In any case, yes, dyes work nearly the same ways shampoos do. They fluctuate greatly considering the multitude of subraces. You don’t find many Galra with dyed fur, though. For good reason. It’s so…    There is a contemptuous sniff then.    Unprofessional. There is no reason to dye one’s fur or flesh anything but shades of purple unless you really want to look like an idiot.  

       As for contacts, implants and the like– Yes, of course they exist. Contacts are used routinely on stealth missions if only for the sake of muting the glow of one’s eyes. Those tend to be more general, though there still exists special cases. If you can think of any possible way to change one’s appearance, mark my words: it exists. If you’re asking me this at all, you must be new to the space outside your own solar system.  

I need to tell you guys about the time I was almost swept off to another dimension on a ghost train or something

Because honestly it was… a really weird experience tbh

So a few years ago a friend and I were in Belfast, and it was getting towards evening time in the winter so it was already pitch black but still kind of crowded from the Christmas rush. We headed to the train station to get a train home and these trains were fairly regular, like about every thirty minutes or so which is pretty regular for that country, trust me. The trains varied from the newer, nicer ones to the ones that probably hadn’t been updated since the seventies, but they were all relatively decent and no cause for concern. 

Or so we thought. We caught our train at the usual platform, but no sooner had we got on did we realise something was kind of off. This train was old, and kind of shabby looking. We made a few jokes and sat down anyway, figuring it was one of the older trains that we’d just never seen before, and things passed relatively normally. The train pulled out of the station, and it was only as we were picking up speed that we realised we were the only ones in the carriage. This was highly unusual, because it was still peak time for people starting to head back, and it being so close to Christmas, the train should have been packed. We couldn’t have got on an out of service trains, because they wouldn’t go to a passenger platform if they weren’t taking passengers, and with all the other trains needing platforms there would be no room for them. They would go to a separate part of the tracks out of the way. We were completely stumped.

We put it down to just weird timing and figured the other carriages probably had people in them, and tried to relax. The train was sort of rickety and unusually loud, and it didn’t exactly sound like what you would expect from a train. I don’t know how to describe it, but there was a kind of odd, distorted quality to the sound of the wheels on the track; it was sort of muffled but also louder than usual at the same time? Kind of like when you have a dream and wake up still hearing the sound from it, and it sounds both quiet because it’s fading from your ears but loud at the same time because it’s in your head. That’s really the only way I can describe it.

We quickly noticed something else that was weird. Several minutes passed, and we didn’t stop at the usual stop. We didn’t even go past it. Several more minutes passed and we absolutely should have stopped at at least two stops. There was nothing, and there was no train guard to check tickets, either. By now, we’re really freaked out. We’re passing through places we recognise, proving we’re on the right route, but we’re not going through any of the right stops and the train isn’t slowing. This probably went on for a good six or seven minutes, even though we should have been out of Belfast by that time. Finally, the train started to slow, and pulled into the first station it should have stopped at, only minutes after leaving the original station. By this point we’re so freaked out that we know we’re getting off the train, so we stand and go and wait by the doors.

The train stops, and the platform outside is empty – again, very unusual for this time. The doors thankfully open and me and my friend hurry out onto the platform, and almost immediately after our feet touch the platform, the train pulls away. No one else got off the train, and as it passes, we see there’s absolutely no one else on the train. No passengers, no guards. The driver would have been at the front so we didn’t get to see if anyone was there or not, but the train was completely empty. We watched it go along the track a short distance, and then the lights simply vanished even though there was nothing there to obstruct them. No trains on other tracks, no tunnels, no curves. That part of the track has great visibility, but the lights just vanished into midair.

We look at one another, and then suddenly we realise we can hear noise, and the platform behind us is packed with people. We just jumped on the next train with a crowd of other people and tried not to think too much about what would have happened if we’d stayed on that first train.

Comforting His Kitten

Pairing: Crowley x Reader
Word count: 1,650
Warnings: Fluff. Cuss word or two. OOC Crowley.
Request: (Anonymous) I wish you would write a fic where Crowley is trying to cheer the reader up but he’s kind of fumbling at it cause hes not used to stuff like that
Request: (Anonymous) do have a fic where crowley comforts the reader, or any requests for one? Ive had a shitty past couple of weeks and im just stressed to the max and it would really be great to read one
Request:( @soinlovewithbandguys ) Toni, you know what sounds amazing? Crowley trying to comfort you when you’re just emotionally overwhelmed like you wanna scream and cry and punch something all at the same time and you just wanna hide in your room and be done with the world, and maybe it happened cause you messed up on a hunt and dean flipped out on you so also some protective crowley? Idk man 😭 I just need some fluffy comforting Crowley

Written for my 2,000 Followers Celebration
Requested by: @lunybird Prompt: Slow Dancing / Quote: “Elvis is still alive”

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“That Luke is so changed a person presented Johnson with rich narrative opportunities. The Last Jedi is to a large extent about the relationship between Luke and Rey, but Johnson cautions against any ‘one-to-one correlation’ between, say, Yoda’s tutelage of young Luke in The Empire Strikes Back and old Luke’s tutelage of Rey. ‘There’s a training element to it,’ he said, ‘but it’s not exactly what you would expect.’ This being the spoiler-averse world of Lucasfilm, the production company behind the Star Wars movies, that’s about as specific as the director is willing to get.“

Rian Johnson once again pushing Key Relationship™ with Luke & Rey, whoops!

The time I was burned as an adulterous witch at a medieval banquet

A long and inarticulate story from my teen years. Content warning for like, pretend swords and pretend death and so much vicarious shame that your face involuntarily lemon-puckers. Also for my use of one hundred “like”s. 

One time, in high school, I attended this. Medieval banquet fair LARP thing? It was produced and hosted by a local… theater troupe? My hesitation is not because I’m unsure in my recollection, it’s that I’m not sure who these people actually were. I love them I just don’t understand them.

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And they call it… The Pinking…

Dark does not like his new hair color, and he’s stuck with it until Mark’s natural color comes back. 

((*insert my headcanon for my Dark that whenever Mark makes a change to himself, Dark undergoes that change too, whether he likes it or not. Dark’s  hair turned pink, it wasn’t dyed.))

Orkney Mermaid

Off the North coast of Scotland there is a group of small islands that band together to form Orkney. Out of the 70 islands only 20 of them are inhabited, the biggest of which is referred to as the Mainland.

There have been many sightings of mermaids in Orkney but the Deerness mermaid is by far the most famous. The sightings of the Orkney began to happen in 1890 over a period of a few summers. The Deerness mermaid used to show herself to visitors to Newark bay with little to no fear of being spotted. It pretty much started off as a bold rumor but then literally hundreds of eyewitness reports came forward.

There are no real details about her appearance as she swam a short distance from the shore to stat safe. There is one known report that offers a vaguely decent description of the creature but it’s not exactly what you would expect.

The report claimed that the creature was a rather frightening seven feet in length and had a dark black head and neck upon it’s shoulders. The skin of it’s torso was a deep pale white color and it had long arms that it used to swim about in a waving motion. It also rather creepily slid up and down rocks under the water – using them to protrude and then disappear back into the water again. It was as if she (it) was waving through the water in a sort of dance motion.

Sightings are not mentioned nowadays, but many children learn about the legend of the Orkney at a young age.

addition to this @cinderfell

Vax shrouds himself in black, the only color his father gave him that he liked, the color of the sky when he slipped out of his window for the last time, his sister on his heels. It holds the shadows better, cuts him intimidating and hard to see, contrasts with the blade of his daggers and conceals them behind a facade of darkness.

Keyleth goes where the wind takes her, in blues and greens and oranges, flitting between them like the seasons pass, however she takes her fancy. She is fire but she is kind, a whirlwind of elements and shades in between, but she stays firm in what she knows.

If royalty is kind to a bard, Scanlan wears deep purples, flashy and opposite his crass behavior but exactly what you would expect. It is extravagant, this life he built from the ruins of his memories, this persona so deeply rooted in something dark–perception is everything to his profession and thus he keeps up appearances.

Grog is solid, a tarnished rock amidst the gleaming armor and weaponry, but he suits it just fine, a dull grey but when it glints, when it matters most, he is willing to compromise, to understand despite his rage. The dull leaves, wearing shiny instead of old, and he is security, the steadfast constant.

Muse's Winter Homework
  • Umi: Finished her homework on the first day of break, is currently yelling at Honoka to focus while
  • Kotori: Makes snacks for Honoka and Umi, she's halfway done with her work and is trying to ignore-
  • Honoka: Who is begging Kotori to save her from Umi's wrath, it isn't working.
  • Maki: She completed her work and is enjoying a quiet night at home until-
  • Hanayo: Calls Maki with a loud "DAREKE TASUKETE!!" because despite her having the majority of her work done she's struggling with-
  • Rin: Who won't stop nyaing all over the place and just focus, but she does not want Maki to show up and scold her!
  • Eli: Is exactly what you would expect out of a Student Council President, finished and organized, she's doing her best to cheer on-
  • Nico: Who has nothing done but tells Eli she's going to turn in her winning smile instead! Eli is unconvinced, meanwhile-
  • Nozomi: Is hosting what has turned into a giant Muse homework party, she's making tea for everyone at the loud study session and is so happy that they all found each other, and that even though she lives alone her home is full of family and love.

anonymous asked:

Can I get some nsfw headcannons for Kyoya? Maybe some kinks or stuff he enjoys. Thank you

*as with all nsfw posts, kyoya is portrayed as 18*

- kyoya is easily one of the kinkiest hosts, if not the kinkiest

- he’s exactly what you would expect ; dominating

- he’s all for teasing. whispering in your ear with his deep voice about how hot you are

- he loves being in control, but he loves to fight for that control just as much

- aka if you pinned him down for a few minutes, that would be bliss for him

- in the end though, he’s going to be on top again

- loves tying you down. will often use his tie, as it’s the closest thing to him at the time, and he wants to get to the fun parts as quickly as possible

- he prefers having more time with stuff like this so that he can go slow and admire every curve of your body, but the has no problem going quick, hard, and fast when that’s he only option

- he would be open to trying a lot of stuff

- probably likes bringing in foreign objects like food and toys to spice things up a bit (but he’ll always make sure he’s the reason you finish, not a toy)

- neutral on giving and receiving oral. loves controlling you with his hands in your hair when receiving, but also loves the way he can make your squirm while giving

- likes it when you call him things like “sir”, but not daddy. that reminds him of tamaki, and tamaki’s “annoying ass” is the last thing he wants to be thinking about with his hooha inside your various love centers
(hooha and love centers?)

- the boy’s a freak, plain and simple. idk what else to tell ya

Most men and women lead lives at the worst so painful, at the best so monotonous, poor and limited that the urge to escape, the longing to transcend themselves if only for a few moments, is and has always been one of the principal appetites of the soul. Art and religion, carnivals and saturnalia, dancing and listening to oratory—all these have served, in H. G. Wells’s phrase, as Doors in the Wall. And for private, far everyday use there have always been chemical intoxicants. All the vegetable sedatives and narcotics, all the euphorics that grow on trees, the hallucinogens that ripen in berries or can be squeezed from roots—all, without exception, have been known and systematically used by human beings from time immemorial. And to these natural modifiers of consciousness modern science has added its quota of synthetics—chloral, for example, and benzedrine, the bromides and the barbiturates.

Most of these modifiers of consciousness cannot now be taken except under doctor’s orders, or else illegally and at considerable risk. For unrestricted use the West has permitted only alcohol and tobacco. All the other chemical Doors in the Wall are labeled Dope, and their unauthorized takers are Fiends.

We now spend a good deal more on drink and smoke than we spend on education. This, of course, is not surprising. The urge to escape from selfhood and the environment is in almost everyone almost all the time. The urge to do something for the young is strong only in parents, and in them only for the few years during which their children go to school. Equally unsurprising is the current attitude towards drink and smoke. In spite of the growing army of hopeless alcoholics, in spite of the hundreds of thousands of persons annually maimed or killed by drunken drivers, popular comedians still crack jokes about alcohol and its addicts. And in spite of the evidence linking cigarettes with lung cancer, practically everybody regards tobacco smoking as being hardly less normal and natural than eating. From the point of view of the rationalist utilitarian this may seem odd. For the historian, it is exactly what you would expect. A firm conviction of the material reality of Hell never prevented medieval Christians from doing what their ambition, lust or covetousness suggested. Lung cancer, traffic accidents and the millions of miserable and misery-creating alcoholics are facts even more certain than was, in Dante’s day, the fact of the Inferno. But all such facts are remote and unsubstantial compared with the near, felt fact of a craving, here and now, for release or sedation, for a drink or a smoke.

—  The Doors of Perception, Aldous Huxley
Lesbian Book Recs

We are all sad right now so if anyone is interested in consuming lesbian romance novels until they forget about the world here are some potentially more obscure recs to enjoy. Some of these novels have dark themes or dark moments but I consider all of them optimistic novels at heart and all end happily. A warning for any kiddos, there is sex beware lol.

Blurred Lines by KD Williamson – Cheesy romance novel, A+ quality.
A brash hotshot detective gets shot and meets a cold doctor with no personal life. This is the best iteration of the most cliché lesbian romance novel plotline ever, and BOY is it a doozy. This book works so well because the two characters genuinely talk and get to know each other and help each other and their relationship is not forced or rushed. They have a lot of melodrama going on but the relationship between them doesn’t start until they are equal, until no one is hurt or is being pushed or off balance. An actual healthy relationship?????

Heiresses of Russ 2012 – Short story collection. Uneven but fun, worth 4$.
There is a story about a middle aged latina submarine captain who steals a ship and recruits a mermaid to help her escape american waters by promising to teach her how to pilot the ship. In return the mermaid is gonna destroy all the men they come across. The mermaid can’t use the pedals so has to sit in her lap. Like, all you need to know.

When Women Were Warriors by Catherine M Wilson – A super fun solid quality w!w fantasy trilogy.
It is long, you need to read all three to complete the romance arc but the fantasy aspect is good. Smart plucky headstrong young woman comes to train as a warrior and is apprenticed to a quiet traumatized outsider who doesn’t think she has anything to give anyone. The outsider won’t train her and when she gets severely wounded MC saves her life out of sheer spite. It’s gold. Their relationship is beautiful, it develops slowly and lets both characters grow and heal and learn. It is about found families and how to be wise, and what we have to teach others and it’s a Good Novel.

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SEDUCTIVE | Vampire! Au | Jungkook X Reader | SMUT | 2

Thanks for reading this, and be warned of smut, angst and fluff ahead!

Originally posted by rapmonsexpensivegirl


As you pulled up outside what was supposedly Jungkook’s address, you couldn’t help but let out a small gasp.
It was located far out of the city, and sat completely in the middle of nowhere. Towering high above you, a black manor house with steeples and arched windows stood forebodingly, beckoning to you to enter. Dark, mysterious and alluring; if this wasn’t Jungkook’s residence, then you didn’t know what was.
You drove your car into the courtyard - the were spiked, iron gates preventing entry, but they had been left open; as if somebody had been expecting you.
As if Jungkook had been expecting you.
…And had dropped his wallet in the office on purpose?
You swore under your breath. It was unlikely but… it was so in character for your boss - anything to annoy you, after all.
Quickly you stepped out of the car, and prayed that for Jungkook’s sake he had not left his wallet in the office deliberately for you to find, because if that was the case, he would find his life ending prematurely: at your own hand.
An icy gust of wind encircled you blowing your hair wildly. You pulled your coat tightly around your thin white blouse and black pencil skirt, and you walked up the steps to the enormous entrance to the manor house.
With a shiver you rang the doorbell, and tapped your foot impatient as you waited. You stood there for what felt like an eternity, and were just turning to storm back to your car when the doors behind you were flung open.
‘If I’m not mistaken, did you not have, 'other plans,’ (Y/N)?’ a low voice purred.
For the second time that day, you found yourself confronted with Jeon Jungkook. He was still in his work clothes, but the top two buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned, exposing a sliver of his collarbone. Leant against the humongous doorframe, a Jungkook smirked smugly.
If glares could kill, Jungkook would have been a dead man in that moment. You grabbed his hand, and thrust the wallet into his hand. 'You left this in the office,’ you snarled. 'And, if you must know, I cancelled my plans because I had to return your stupid wallet.’
You started walking down the steps to your car, but a hand grabbed your wrist and, in one swift movement, you found yourself inside the manor house.
In a weak attempt to leave, you tried to wrench your hand from Jungkook’s shockingly strong grip, but to no avail. 'I’ll be leaving now,’ you said, not meeting Jungkook in the eye, submitting to his intense gaze.
His fingertips slipped beneath your chin, and pulled your face up so you would look at him. 'But, (Y/N)’ he smirked, 'you cancelled your plans, and drove all this way to return my wallet. I can’t let you leave without repaying you, can I?.’
With a loud swallow, you shook your head hesitantly.
With a nod of his head and a click of his tongue, Jungkook nodded and stalked away from you, motioning for you to follow. You stood frozen, watching stride away, before hurrying after him.
What had gotten into you?
You followed him into a large room with an enormous dinner table in the center of the floor. The room was illuminated by countless candles, and your heels clicked and clacked against the black and white marble floor. A fire roared and crackled in the corner of the room, and a massive arched window let shards of pale moonlight into the room.
It was truly breath-taking, and you found yourself struggling not to be overwhelmed by it all. Jungkook pulled out a black, ornate chair, upholstered with scarlet fabric, which you sat upon after smoothing down your skirt.
Jungkook disappeared into a different room for a moment, before returning with two glasses of red wine.  He placed a glass in front of you, before sitting down across from you at the table.
You took a sip of the wine before casting your eyes down to the ground, unsure of what to do.
'What do you think of my home?’ Jungkook asked, breaking the silence.
With a snort you smiled, while inwardly scolding yourself for laughing. 'What?’ Jungkook asked, a smile playing on his lips.
'This,’ you began, 'is exactly what I would expect from you.’
'And why is that?’ Jungkook asked, leaning forwards, thoroughly intrigued.
'Well, ’ you said, blushing, 'it’s kind of scary, but intriguing and - oh, I don’t know, I’m just being stupid,’ you blurt out.
Jungkook tipped back his head and laughed, his voice ringing out through the room.
'You’re normally so fierce, (Y/N). Where’s that fire of yours? You wouldn’t have to nervous, would you?’ Jungkook questioned, smirking.
With a snarl, you shot back a sharp, 'No.’
'Do you find me dark and alluring, like this house, (Y/N)? Do I frighten you? Do you want to know me better?’ Jungkook enquired, the humour gone from his voice.
You were about to counter with a snarky remark, but you froze.
And for reasons which escaped you, you nodded.
Jungkook’s eyes darkened at your answer, and he stood up and swept round to your side of the table, and pulled you close to him.
He leaned in close, his teeth grazing your earlobe. 'Are you sure about that?’ his husky voice asked, his nose brushing past your neck.
Again, you nodded.
And then, he was on the move again. He took your hand and hurriedly pulled you up the stairs. You stopped outside a large door on the second floor, which he suddenly spun you around and pushed you up against.
He bit his lip, and pressed his lips to the side of your neck, nibbling gently. 'Admit it,’ he whispered against your skin, 'you want me.’
You pushed him away from you, a scowl on your face.
He released you, a smirk still on his lips, but there was a hint of hurt in his eyes.
You stared at one another, still as statues.
And then you lunged at him, and your lips crashed onto his.

Decided to post a picture of my head canon for Tate’s kids. A while back there was a post that consisted of a screen grab of a random background teen that looked exactly like what you expect a young Mcgucket would, and since my head canon for Tate’s son was fourteen I figured I’d use it as the design for him

Anyways, this is Jed and Penny Whistle Mcgucket. They are Tate’s kids and of course Fiddleford’s grandkids. They mostly appear in the Mystery Dads au but I like to head canon them as existing in general. 

Penny Whistle is five years old in 2012, she’s very excitable and absolutely adores her Grandpa Fidds. (She likes Stan too but Fidds is definitely her favorite. Fidds and her sing folk and filk songs together a lot.) 

Jed is fourteen and is generally a really sweat and somewhat chill kid. He isn’t stoic like his dad, but he is just generally very pleasant. During the summer he generally works as a camp counselor, and he really loves working with kids. He wants to be a teacher when he’s older, like his mom. (who teaches science.) However he is more interest in english, art, and music than in teaching anything like Math and science.

Penny Whistle would like to be a postman at the moment, because she is five and changes what she’d like to be every couple of weeks or so.

Complete Dolly thoughts

-I’m going to use the word showstopping a lot here but I’m only using it because the show was stopped more times than I can count. (And it wasn’t just me being me, the whole audience was losing it).

-Bette Midler is glorious. She’s pure star quality and her Dolly is funny, spritely, human, perfectly farcical and has the cutest little walk. Bette GETS who Dolly is, her character arc is very well thought out and meticulously crafted. She stops the show by eating dinner. She smiles and the entire world seems to light up. It’s a huge, good old fashioned star star turn. I was moved to tears during the oak leaf speech and when she appeared at the top of the staircase it was like looking into the sun directly. During the title song she skipped and bounced around the stage with comfort and ease and jokingly held onto the sides and worked the crowd like the pro she is. When she lowered the newspaper she beamed and the audience completely went nuts and she took it in grinning ear to ear. When watching this it was so plain that it was one of the great diva performances in modern times. Part of me wants to be more detailed but there isn’t much to say besides she is exactly what you would expect Bette Midler to be like in Dolly (I pretty much guessed her characterization exactly) and that for years to come anyone who sees her in this will be bragging that they did. This is what it looks like to see a great leading lady and a legend. (That said, 80% of her line deliveries in the dinner scene were directly lifted from Channing).

-David Hyde Pierce has reinvented Vandergelder. He is deadpan and HYSTERICAL. The newly added Penny in my Pocket, which he does in front of the curtain before act two, is hysterical, tuneful and adds a surprising depth to Vandergelder when seen in context. Gavin Creel and Kate Baldwin could not be more perfect. They are affecting and extremely funny in their parts. Gavin is easily a frontrunner for the Tony he was so much fun to watch. Kate Baldwin is a star and has one of the best belts on Broadway and is such a mesmerizing actress. Every time I see her in something I’m beside myself. Taylor Trensch has taken the usually grating character of Barnaby and made him funny and loveable. Benie Feldstein and Melanie Moore also do excellent work. Jennifer Simard fucking winded me she was so funny as Ernestina.

- Hello, Dolly! is a musical that perfectly manages a marriage between telling a story with a human core, maintaining humor and classical farce, and the creating an all out big broadway splashy event and so does this revival. It’s the Gower choreography and coneptualization for the most part, with some minute changes, and thank god. Seeing the chorus trot out along the runway in their sunday clothes with that Gower precision was perfect. Even the new stuff, like the waiter’s gallop, was showstopping. The train is massive. When the Harmonia Gardens was revealed (and the reveal is jaw dropping, James and I gasped) the audience cheered. They added some new lines and new material and it fits PERFECTLY. Everything added is funny or adds new depth and perspective to the characters. But more important than the lavish sets and costumes is that the show is HYSTERICAL, as it should be, and the musical has retained its beating heart. The speeches the characters have where they reflect on their problems and the nature of life were deeply moving and sincere. And all the while, Zaks maintained the tone of the show, which can be VERY DIFFICULT for most directors, perfectly. In short: it’s a perfect production of Dolly.

-I’m sure I left off a lot here, but you don’t want to read 5 pages of this. If you want to see what a great musical comedy is and what a great star vehicle and theatrical experience looks like, go see Hello, Dolly!. I loved everything about it. It is a perfect production of a fantastic show with a monumental star turn at the center of it. 

-And yeah it’s fucking cheesy and predictable but god DAMN it is so nice to have Dolly back where she belongs. This will run for years.

you can’t tell me that zoë kravitz with her blonde hair and a bare face isn’t exactly what you would expect an angel to look like. the girl is unreal