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Top 10 Onodera x Takano moments

So, I made a Top 10 Dantalion x William moments a few weeks back, and ever since then it got me thinking that I wanted to make a top for my favorite couple in all of fiction as well. Takano and Onodera mean a lot to me, because I just love their relationship so damn much. I love the way it’s portrait, I love the slow buildup, I love the way the characters are handles, … and they just looks so damn gorgeous together (exhibit A is above XD). So, yeah, this list will be purely me being a fangirl and squealing a lot… hope you enjoy XD

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anonymous asked:

Do you have any angst Winn headcanons?

Hellz yes I do.

He had exactly one friend in foster care – well, one of his foster homes, anyway – and she was adopted by a couple who wouldn’t listen to her pleas to adopt him, too, because they weren’t hot on the idea of taking in such a girly boy.

He had his first kiss with another boy at age 13, and got sent to another home because of it.

He had his first kiss with another girl at age 14, and he got a slap on the back and congratulations on becoming a real man.

Part of him hates toys because they remind him of the night the cops took his father away, and part of him can’t let go of them because they remind him of the night the cops took his father away.

Yelling doesn’t sit well with him – not at all – because of the amount of it he endured growing up.

He is constantly terrified of becoming his father. Every time he picks up one of the toys on his desk or teaches everyone a new game on game night, the thoughts are there, lingering in the back of his mind. Even his technical expertise. It’s always there, that fear of just snapping. Always.

Online role playing games were his salvation throughout high school and college, because people who never saw his face, who never knew his real name, were the kindest to him. They understood each other. Understand each other. He still keeps in touch with some of them, both on and off game time.

He has Kara lend him the communicator with Earth 1 so frequently that Cisco just gives him his own eventually. He uses it so often because, other than James, he doesn’t really know any men on Earth 38 he feels comfortable being himself with, so Barry and Cisco – in their massive nerdiness and intelligence and commitment to being gentle – are a huge relief for him.

anonymous asked:

Um, I was wondering, um, what's the woccomended amount of deditated wham to a server?

I’ll never understand people who like “cringe” content. I have too much empathy for that kind of stuff. In some of these cases, such as this one, you’re literally making fun of a very nervous child who also has a speech impediment.

It’s like you’re still living in high school, playing the role of the meathead football jock giving nerds wedgies just because they wear prescription glasses. Is that really the look you want for yourself? Is that who you want to be?

I feel the embarrassment of these poor people. The endless finger pointing they’ve suffered from people they don’t know and have never spoken to. That video is four years old and you’re still holding on to it! Imagine if people were laughing at you, just for daring to exist! You can’t help it, you can’t change it, you might not even be aware of what they’re laughing at you for, but they do it just the same.

Do you have any point of reference for that kind of feeling at all? Can you even fathom what it feels like to have thousands of people doing that every day? More than a million, even? And some of them never let it go. The sheer fact that you decided to be in public is worth endless mockery for them. For years, on top of years, on top of years.

I can not and will not ever be able to find enjoyment in that.

Send me a symbol and I´ll write my muse´s response to yours

☠  harrassing them after school
☂  asking them for help on cheating
♣  being bullied
♧  bullying someone
✂ breaking open a locker that doesnt belong to them
✘  getting injured during PE
☼ sitting in the nurse´s office
♔ bringing their pet to school
♒ sleeping during class
✯  smoking in the bathroom
⚜   being offered drugs
♘  finding a weapon in your muse´s bag
☸ sitting in detention
✿ making fun of their pencil case or backpack

This is why.

“Today I’m sharing with you something I wrote myself,” I began, as the class only semi-settled down after our rather rowdy bell-ringer discussion. “I wrote it when I was a grad school. My professor asked us to share a memory from our own high school experience and discuss how that experience plays a role in who we want to be as a teacher. It’s a true story.”

My eight period’s shuffling quieted, one by one, as they realized the meaning of my words. They were about to learn something about my life. I explained why I was sharing it. Four reasons:

  • I think it’s only fair since I ask them to share their writing with me;
  • modeling of good writing;
  • tit-for-tat about revealing vulnerabilities (as English teachers, we ask them to share a lot if you think about it);
  • the message is related to the novel we’re starting.

The story doesn’t paint me in a pretty light. In short: Christy Enders was invited on our soccer team my senior year as a “positive experience” for her after getting out of rehab for drug addiction; I wasn’t mean to her, but I also wasn’t nice. I didn’t stick up for her. She got kicked off eventually (for possibly a BS reason?) and I never thought about her again until I learned five years after graduating that she’d died of an overdose.

I know: I was a kid and didn’t understand cause and effect, the bigger picture, the relative unimportance of high school sports. It wasn’t my fault. But a regret is a regret, and this is a memory that lingers.

The story does not paint me in a good light, but I share the paper with my kiddos every year anyway. In it, I talk about that regret. I talk about how while I don’t believe I am responsible for her death, I wonder what if something that turned out to be a negative experience had actually been positive. And how I wish, in retrospect, my coaches had done more – I needed their guidance. I needed someone to tell me that I was wrong.

I ask my students three questions afterward – what are your thoughts in general after reading, what would you have done if you were me, and what would you have done if you were Christy.

This year I got this response to the second question: You know, the scary thing is that before I read this, I would have done the same thing you did. But there’s a guy on my jv soccer team now that is exactly like Christi.

Before.

This. This is why: why I teach this lesson, why I teach in general, why I exist to be on this planet. This is why everything.

[This is for Christy.]

Napoleon Solo Request

Napoleon solo x reader in which they have to act like a married couple and hate each other at first but slowly admit they like each other a lot?


“No,” you said at the same time as Napoleon said “ Absolutely not.”

“Yes,” Waverly said firmly, “Illya and Gabby are busy with other parts of the assignment. You two have to do this.” Waverly had just given you and Solo possibly the most impossible mission: to act like a married couple in the suburbs to do surveillance of a woman that also lived in the neighborhood.

It was no secret that you and Solo didn’t get along which is why you both shot Waverly daggers.

“Y/N, you will be Amy Collins. Solo, you will be Will Collins. Married for one year, first house, hoping to adopt a dog soon, maybe have some kids soon too. The target, Amelia Ross will live across the street and two houses to the right. The movers will be there at 9 am to start moving you two love birds in. Pack your bags, you fly out tonight.

Bright and early the next day you and Solo, or you and Will, were dressed up for the part of average husband and wife and pulling up, alongside the movers, to your new house.

You saw the neighbors peeking from the windows and staring in their yards at the sight in front of them. As soon as the moving van left there was a knock on your front door. “I’ll get it, Darling,” Napoleon said with a sarcastic pinch. “Hello,” you heard him say to whoever was on the other side of the door. “Will Collins, nice to meet you. Please, come in.”

“What brings you to this neck of the woods,” you heard a man’s voice ask.

“My wife and I decided we needed a change of scenery.” Solo came into view with three people trailing behind him. “This is my lovely Amy,” he gestured to you. You stopped unpacking the box you were working on and walked towards the group. “Honey,” Solo smiled, “these are our neighbors. Sam and his wife Jane, they live next door, and this is Molly, she lives two house to the left.”

“Very nice to meet you,” you shook their hands. You walked into Solo’s side and leaned into him, he got the cue and wrapped an arm around your back.

“How long have you two been together,” Jane asked.

“High school sweethearts,” you smiled up at Napoleon playing your role. “Been married just over a year and thought it was time to get a bigger home. One that would be better suited for a dog and a couple kids.”

“Well, we see you’ve got lots to unpack. We can get out of your hair unless you’d like our help with anything,” Molly offered.

“Oh thank you so much but it’s ok, really,” your ‘husband’ said and you two walked the group to the front door.

“Oh, we’re having a neighborhood barbeque in two days if you’d both like to come. Looks like you two came just in time,” Jane added.

“Looks like we did. We’ll be there,” you smiled and waved them off. As soon as the front door shut you knocked Solo’s arm off of you and went back to unpacking.

*Day One*

You woke up to the sound of the shower running. You tiredly turned over and looked at the time. “Good morning, honey,” Napoleon came into your room in nothing but a towel. You hated yourself a little because you realized you didn’t mind the view.

“What are you doing in here?”

“You got the master room and the master bathroom all to yourself, that’s no fair. The shower was too good to pass up. Plus we’re married, we should be sharing a room,” he pretended to be seductive.

“Whatever. What’s on the agenda for today husband?”

“I set up surveillance in the bedroom to the left of the stairs so we have a clear visual on Amelia’s house. So, since that’s done, we just have to unpack the rest of the house, get some groceries, and water the flowers like a good married couple. So get dressed honey.”

Even though you couldn’t stand Solo at the beginning of the day as you spent more and more time with him that day you didn’t seem to mind him that much as you went to bed.

*Day Two*

“Is this sundress to…goodie to shoes,” you spun and asked Napoleon. Your look for the neighborhood barbeque had to be perfect.

“It’s definitely not something I’ve ever seen you in before, but, you look very nice,” the tone in his voice was actually sweet. You swung by the kitchen and grabbed the two large pitchers of pink lemonade you made for the BBQ. “Better let me carry one of those,” you raised an eyebrow at Solo. “You’re an average housewife remember. Most average housewives can’t carry a ten pound jug in each hand with no effort.”

“Good call.” You faked a struggle and carried on pitcher with both hands.

“Amy and Will,” Sam said happily, “so glad you two could come. Here, Y/N, let me help you with that.” You thanked him as he took the pitcher from your hands. Jane came over and quickly snagged you away from Napoleon and Sam. “Come with me. I’ll introduce you to all the neighborhood girls,” she said. As Jane helped you meet the ladies of the neighborhood Sam took Napoleon to do the same thing.

Napoleon hung out with the guys, drinking a beer as all the men grilled the food and talked about their jobs and laws while you were with the girls trading recipes, listening to kid stories, and gossipping about whatever came to mind. The hours passed quickly. Molly came out of her house with a small child in her hands and took the seat next to you.

The baby looked at you and smiled and you couldn’t help but smile back. “Hi little guy. How old is he?

“4 months. This is Thomas,” she smiled down at her son. “Would you like to hold him?”

“Oh,” you stuttered, “we just met; I wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“Oh, nonsense. You’re a good person, I can tell. Plus, my husband has been gone all week and I haven’t got a break from holding him. You’d be doing me a favor,” she joked and passed the four month old into you arms.

Solo glanced your way to make sure you were still ok and was shocked to see you holding and looking lovingly at a baby. You talked with it and played with it’s little hands and you cradled it in your arms. “You and Amy thinking about having kids,” one of the new men Napoleon had met asked.

“Ugh, yes. We are.”

“She looks like she’d be a great mother.”

“I know she will be,” Napoleon was shocked at the caring tone that escaped in his voice. Being in such secluded and close proximity with you the last two days had made him see you in a different light.

*Two Weeks Later*

“Napoleon,” you walked into the kitchen as he drank his morning cup of coffee. “Waverly just called. He said it’s time we head back. All the surveillance we did payed off; he got what he needed.” He could hear the hint of sadness in your voice. You left to pack your bags and met Solo at the car.

As you and Solo got in the car you looked at all the houses as they passed by. “I think I might actually miss this place a little bit,” you quietly admitted. “I had never thought about the future before but, for once, I did. And, I don’t think I’d mind settling down in the burbs eventually…”

“I feel the same way,” Napoleon struggled to keep his eyes on the road instead of you. “Y/N. I hope this isn’t too forward but, when we get back, could I take you out for dinner?”

You let out a chuckle. “We’ll you are my husband,” you held up the fake ring on your finger, “so I guess I can’t say no.” You grabbed his right hand in your and held it as he drove to the airport.

“I grew up on a farm in the panhandle of Texas. One day I was driving my father’s tractor, feeling sorry for myself, and trying to figure out what I was going to do with my life. I’d flunked out of law school. I couldn’t play football or tennis. The only thing I’d ever been good at was performing. In high school, I’d played the lead role in both the junior and senior plays. So I saved up enough money during the harvest season to buy a little red Yamaha motorcycle. Then I drove to Dallas so I could go into show business! I did some plays in Dallas, then I got a touring role in Fiddler on The Roof, then I rode my motorcycle to Hollywood to be a movie star! I got my first big role two months after I arrived. They paid me $500 a week for six weeks. I thought, “Man! This is Hollywood!’ My character was a cowboy outlaw in a motorcycle gang. He ended up getting killed by a pitchfork while trying to rescue the leader’s girlfriend from a hippie commune. You know how I got the part? I walked into the audition and told them I’d do the whole part cross-eyed. Just like this. You know how hard it is to ride a motorcycle cross-eyed? Almost impossible. But I did it! Unfortunately it ended up being the worst reviewed movie ever made.”

anonymous asked:

OK. When you do voices for Pat and Rey, I just keep thinking "Hikaru and Kaoru.." " Hikaru and Kaoru.." " Hikaru and Kaoru.. " " I'm a nerd " " OURAN HIGH SCHOOL HOST CLUB AWAAAAAY"

One of my first ever amateur projects was a fandub of a scene from Ouran High School Host club. I think I played the lead role (forget his name) talking about “Commoner’s Coffee”?

Veronika Bonell

  • 2001
  • American actress
  • sophomore or junior year

Siobhan Williams

  • English Canadian actress
  • senior year

Torri Webster

  • August 12, 1996
  • Canadian actress
  • junior or senior year

Caitlin Custer

  • American actress
  • senior year

Teresa Klamert

  • July 22, 1992
  • German actress
  • senior year

Tiera Skovbye

  • May 6, 1995
  • Canadian actress
  • senior year

Kirsten Prout

  • September 28, 1990
  • Canadian actress
  • junior or senior year

Zsá Zsá Inci Bürkle

  • August 20, 1995
  • German actress
  • junior or senior year

Josefine Frida Pettersen

  • May 18, 1996
  • Norwegian actress
  • junior or senior year

Avalon Robbins

  • July 3, 2001
  • American actress and model
  • sophomore or junior year
long rambling

hey guys. I hope you’re all doing well. I just wanted to let some of you know that I won’t be active on tumblr here very much. Some of you wrote really nice wonderful starters and other people messaged me for plots and I really do love and appreciate all of this and all of you who come and want to write with me and build stories with me. unfortunately, I can’t seem to bring myself to come here and write these days. I feel like I need to take a step back and evaluate myself and my blog. There’s just so much that has been happening in the rp community and I’ve been mildly paranoid before but now I think I need a break to calm down. Like many of you have stated time and time again, role playing is supposed to be a hobby that you do for fun, but I feel like my experiences here have conditioned me to treat role playing like a simulated high school and that brings in a lot of stress in with it. You know how it goes; trying to keep people happy by answering their threads, trying to get noticed by the ‘cool’ bloggers and trying to make friends on your own by getting over anxiety and knocking on their IMs and ask boxes. It really does wear you down (it wears me down anyway). And in this whole simulation that is running here, I feel like we end up being unnecessarily self centered in this endeavor. I know I am self centered. Every time any of you on my dash makes a vague post, I can’t help but freeze and think that it’s me. me. me. I’m the one ruining everything, it’s me. I don’t talk to people, I don’t know how to talk to people, I can’t make friends until someone else shows interest and gives me a green light that says “hey, everything’s fine! you’re cool and I think we can be friends”. but that’s not how things function here, there are cliques and circles, groups that work exclusively, and I feel like if you’ve been cornered, in any sort of way, like the kind of cornered I’ve felt, then it’s really easy to be manipulated into doing a lot of things you wouldn’t do if you had a proper friend support system around. And these systems don’t welcome you in, you have to make them yourself (unless you’re writing a canon character and the muns of your muse’s friends decide to pull you in) and I think that can be really hard for people like me who already have this mindset that most of the people here are already “out” to get me and that I have to cover all of my bases because anyone can come by and take a swing at me. And that’s not very healthy, is it? I hope that helps you understand where I’m coming from when I say that I am seriously on a hiatus now. i have a queue running, once a day, set to run for three months, but don’t worry. I won’t be gone that long.

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Michael Arden, man of the moment in L.A. theater, stages a revival of a famously ‘troubled’ musical

“I don’t know what I’m doing.”

Director Michael Arden is addressing his cast and crew, assembled in a large circle on the first day of rehearsals for “Merrily We Roll Along” at the Wallis Annenberg Center for the Performing Arts in Beverly Hills.

For the next five weeks, these people will gather in the confines of a black-box theater for eight hours a day, six days a week in preparation for their opening Wednesday.

Arden does, in fact, know what he’s doing. He’s been thinking about “Merrily” for a long time. In high school, he played the small role of the club pianist and understudied the show’s lead character, Franklin Shepard. Now, nearly 20 years later, Arden is staging a revival of the famously “troubled” Stephen Sondheim-George Furth musical, which opened on Broadway in 1981 and closed after only 16 regular performances and 44 previews.

Many, including the critics, found the show’s structure confusing. “Merrily” revolves around three friends — Franklin, Mary and Charley — beginning in 1976 as jaded adults and playing backward to 1957 when they were just starting out, full of hope and optimism.

“I think it was ahead of its time,” Arden says. “People absorbed information through entertainment in a different way than they do now. We soak up information in a way that is not as straightforward and linear as it once was.”

Interest in the musical has never waned. It’s been staged around the world, and its songs, including “Not a Day Goes By” and “Old Friends,” are regularly performed in cabarets and concerts. A new documentary, “Best Worst Thing That Ever Could Have Happened,” directed by original Broadway cast member Lonny Price, premiered at the New York Film Festival in October and hit theaters Nov. 18.

For Arden, it was the music — for which Sondheim received a Tony nomination — and the musical’s message that drew him back to the show.

“I fell in love with it,” he says. “What it has to say about how and why we sacrifice our ideals to achieve our dreams is really important and something worth examining for audiences now.”

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High School AU ideas
  • Send one in an ask for an AU starter thread. Specify which Muse is Muse A and Muse B.
  • Lunch: Muse A and Muse B share the same lunch period. They don't normally sit together, but Muse A always packs their lunch and Muse B really wants their chocolate pudding (could be any food.). Muse A will only trade it for obscure foods.
  • Tutoring: Muse A is struggling in (choose a subject). Muse B is assigned by the teacher to tutor Muse A. Plot twist: Muse A purposefully fails to spend time with Muse B.
  • Driver's Ed: Muse A and Muse B only know each other from class, but don't speak away from school. One day, Muse A finds Muse B at their house. Surprised, Muse A learns Muse B is taking driving lessons from their mother/father.
  • Community Service: Through the school's community involvement program, Muse A and Muse B have been paired off to work at the (children's hospital, soup kitchen, local hospice, elementary school, etc.)
  • Quiz Bowl: A quiz bowl (or sports competition of your choice) competition is held between the schools of Muse A and Muse B. The winning and losing teams end up meeting at the same restaurant later where Muse A and B talk for the first time, to find out that they have more in common then their competitive natures.
  • Internship: Through a community involvement initiative the school of Muse A has enlisted several businesses, corporations and universities into its internship program. Through random assignment, Muse A is assigned as an intern to Muse B for a semester.
  • Exchange Student: Muse A's parents have agreed to open their home to Muse B as host parents for the newly adopted foreign exchange program. Muse A and Muse B must now share a room. Plot Twist: The Muses met through the Internet, but don't don't know they're now sharing the same roof.
  • Auditions: Muse A and Muse B have never acknowledged each other's presence until the fateful day of auditions for the spring musical when they learn they are auditioning for the same person.
  • Neighbors: Muse A and Muse B grew up next door to each other. Plot twist: Muse A's father gets a promotion and they have to move to another city.
  • Sadie Hawkins: Muse A and Muse B have harbored secret crushes on each other. As the Valentines dance approaches Muse A finally works up the nerve to ask Muse B to the dance.
  • Friend of Sibling: Muse A is friends with Muse B's older/younger sister/brother. Muse B has a crush on Muse A. Plot twist: Muse A is dating the sibling.
  • Teacher's pet: Muse A is Muse B's star pupil. Plot Twist: Muse A is failing the class and Muse B wants to know why.
  • Summer Job: Muses A and B attend separate schools, but they both get summer jobs at the same place. Will their school rivalry get in the way, or will they become the best of friends. Plot Twist: They work at the carnival.
Who’s Your Daddy?

Pairing: USUK // Completed one-shot

Rating: T

Warning: Daddy kink ?

Notes: s/o to vee for helping me develop ideas, n clocks for helping me fix up some quirks !!

Summary: The idea of meeting his boyfriend’s father absolutely terrified Alfred. By no means did he want to mess things up introducing himself and end up having one of the most important people in Arthur’s life hate him, especially when he desired to put a ring on Arthur’s finger. But Alfred Jones, screw-up extraordinaire, was going to live up to his title whether he liked it or not.

Read it on AO3, FF.net, or below the cut !

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hereeatthiskitten  asked:

top 5 broadway musicals

I’m gonna totally cheat on this one, since two of them never made it to Broadway. Also, this is definitely a Personal Favorite sort of Top 5, not an Objectively Best sort of Top 5. Because what is objectivity, even, anyway?

5. The Phantom of the Opera: I tried not to include this in my top 5. I really did. But my junior high school self, with her fanfiction and her role-playing games and her Prodigy and CompuServe message board alter egos, definitely just time-traveled straight to 2017 and glared at me until I agreed to include it on this list. It should be noted, however, that I always liked the Susan Kay version of the story far better than the ALW musical.

4. Notre Dame de Paris: I saw this three times in Las Vegas but, yeah, this never made it to Broadway. Noises were made about moving it to New York back in 2000, but it just never worked as well for American audiences as it did for Quebecois and European ones. Sad, because I loved loved LOVED this show. It wasn’t a GOOD show, I think. But. But I loved it. I can still sing most of Quasimodo’s songs. Fleur-de-Lis’s songs, too. And don’t even get me STARTED on the fandom rabbit hole that Gringoire’s songs (and Gringoire himself) sent me down. 

3. The Scarlet Pimpernel: I have no idea whether this is a good musical or not. I haven’t sought out a production of it in about 17 years, because I’m kind of terrified of finding out. But I saw this show in each of its Broadway incarnations, proposed marriage to one of the actors (I was 15; hopefully he just thought I was cute, not creepy), and am still in touch with some of the friends I made through that show. This story also started my love affair with characters who have double identities. It should be noted that, back in high school, I read every single book in the series this show (and all the movies) was based on. There were 15 of them, 14 of which were long since out of print.

2. Hamilton: I honestly wanted to keep this list to, like, stuff written before 2000, because that was when my Musical Theater Love was at its strongest. But like… like, Hamilton. Like. I want to be above this, but let us be real. Nobody is above this.

1. Bat Boy: This show was my college life. It played for 8 months at a theater less than a 10-minute walk from my dorm(s), and I saw it [mumble] times in its off-Broadway incarnation alone. Ten more than that if you count the community theater productions and, uh, London production. And that time I went up to Leeds the summer BEFORE the London production so I could see the pre-London tryout. It was… a very important show. For me. Yyyyyyyyyeah.

Hey there!

Please like or reblog if you’d be willing to role play with a Hikaru Hitachiin from Ouran High School Host Club! I role play anything EXCEPT for smut, because I am not comfortable with it! I am non selective and OC friendly, and multi-use friendly! Basically, I don’t care who you are, you can talk to me, and we can be or not be mutuals, I really don’t care, but I am completely open to the idea of mutuals and new friends, but again, you don’t have to be my mutual or my friend if you don’t want me, it’s up to you! Don’t be afraid to talk to me, guys, I’m a shy person aha.. Also, I role play my Hikaru as a mostly “fluffy” Hika, so expect a lot of fluff role plays from me! Anyways, thank you so much if you decide to become my friend, mutual, role play partner, or if you just reblog this!

Have a good day, or night, where ever you live!^^

in high school there was this bitch named emily and in freshman year I hated her right away and by the end of high school she had played a major role in fucking up my life, and so in freshman year we wrote letters to our future selves and I wrote something like “I wonder if emily is still a skank bitch by the time we graduate” and at first I was like damn past self u were Angry but then I thought about it and yeah she still was