i don't believe in

fanfic: *talks about a character being left in crippling debt after a surgery and some hospitalization of a loved one or themselves*

me: but how-… why… oh….OH. THE WRITER IS AMERICAN

i’m gonna rate the musicals i like

hamilton - wow this one is really really good!!! it’s super fast paced and exhilarating and hard to keep up with and it’s amazing. so it’s a little historically inaccurate, but that’s okay! it’s an entire mans life crammed into 2 hours with some dramatic changes! all of the music is amazing even if some are filler songs. i give it a 10/10! 

les mis - the first musical i REALLY got into! it’s a beautiful musical, some of the songs are a little unnecessary, but filler songs are a must in a sung through musical! the story is amazing, the characters are wonderful, and all of the songs inspire me so much! 10/10! 

rent - THIS ONE is SO GOOD seriously!!! it’s hilarious and it’s sad and it’s real and it’s great. the first time i listened to it i didn’t pay attention through half of it but the next time, i realized how good it was. angel and collins still deserved better ;-; 10/10 overall, even though angel died and i loved her 

ordinary days - this is such an underappreciated musical! it’s really short, but really pretty, too! the characters are relatable, which is a shocker for me, and the dynamics and story is really interesting. this one gets extra points for having the song which made my teacher cry when i sang it. 10/10 

bloody bloody andrew jackson - super funny just by concept alone! rock musical about andrew jackson? that’s great! sure, it’s a bit insensitive but it’s about andrew fuckin jackson so of course it is. very underappreciated but still worth a try. 10/10 in my book

little shop of horrors - i HONESTLY expected to hate this one. surprise surprise im going to see it next month bc i love it! the songs are all wonderful, either hilarious or beautiful, and the story is neat, too! the movie ending is better than the original ending but both are acceptable! it’s a 10/10 for me! 

spongebob the musical - WOAH THIS ONE ACTUALLY BLEW ME AWAY. it’s really cute and really fun, and the staging/set is amazing! there’s not a single bad song in the entire show! the squidward costume is still dumb but it’s accurate. 10/10 

be more chill - this one’s really cool, even if i was spacing out through half of it and can only remember half of the songs rip me. jeremy is super relatable, and the soundtrack is an absolute bop. every song is a banger especially the pitiful children. 10/10 

natasha, pierre, and the great comet of 1812 - it’s a strange concept, but it has great execution! soundtrack is half bangers and half depressing. it’s a shame it closed so early!!! the fact that the cast interacted with the audience so much (in character!) makes it better. 10/10

Omgggggvv fjgjjbkkkcbm I’m just freaking out!!!??????
I wrote a fan fiction at the very beginning when I started shipping urdsai !!! And it was the same!!?? In which Urd wanted to kill himself because he lost Jennifer, because Rigr killed her, because he wanted Urd to love him and she was in the way!???? I just flipping out!?? Sry for my bad english geeez omg I can’t believe this!? What’s with this translation?? Are you kidding me!????????

anonymous asked:

like are you unironically mormon

yes… i’m not mormon as a joke…

i’m puzzled as to how somebody can be ironically mormon

can you believe all jikook shippers antis are homophobes now :/

gabbsims  asked:

Honestly you are very depressed.I think you should take a break from tumblr and find your happy place.I love babe but you cant keep doing this to yourself...I know from personal experience if you keep doing this while being depressed everything will get worse.I have been very close to ending it all and the best thing I did was stop doing the things that were consuming my life and find who I was.That is how I learned who I am.You're A confident, Loving, bold, and beautiful person inside and out.

Everybody is talking about the Mike/Eleven relationship this season (and not without good reason) BUT I CANNOT BELIEVE THAT THERE AREN’T MORE PEOPLE TALKING ABOUT THE GLORIOUSNESS THAT IS THE MIKE AND WILL FRIENDSHIP.

Just a few examples of this goodness:

  • Mike literally refusing to leave Will’s side pretty much from the moment he got infected by the shadow monster until the final episode. 
  • Mike sleeping in a hospital chair next to Will’s bed at the lab
  • Will confiding in Mike about all the shadow monster episodes
  • “I’ll take care of him. Let me take him home.” (on halloween night)
  • Mike instinctually trusting Will about Dart being the demogorgon no questions asked
  • “If we’re both going crazy then I guess we’ll go crazy together.”
  • When Will had forgotten a lot of things because of the virus, but he hadn’t forgotten Mike
  • Mike trying to phone Will throughout the school day when Will didn’t show up to school
  • Joyce trying to send Mike home when Will’s infected and Mike is just not having ANY of that bullshit
  • The only time we see Will’s facial expression change when he’s under the control of the shadow monster is when a single tear rolls down his face after Mike has finished telling the story of the day they met
  • Oh no Will’s in trouble! *first thing we see is a camera pan to Mike’s worried face*
  • Oh so when Will wakes up in the disguised shack of course Hopper will be there in case something goes wrong. Joyce and Jonathan obviously, because family. Oh and Mike Wheeler, despite the fact that the rest of their gang of friends remained in the house.  
  • are you telling me that mike and will are like family because i am not emotionally ready to deal with that
  • When they’re all telling stories to get Will to snap out of it and Will’s own mother and brother have told heart-wrenching emotional stories and nothing’s come of it and the thing that finally gets Will to fight back and start replying in morse code is Mike telling Will about the day they met
  • Basically my emotions went everywhere when Mike was talking about the day that he became friends with Will 
  • “It was the best thing that I’ve ever done.”

You can go on and on about any of the other relationships between characters. But you cannot deny that the friendship between Mike and Will is literally the purest thing to ever exist on television.

To conclude, why are people not talking more about this beautiful example of everything good about the world that is Will Byers and Mike Wheeler’s friendship

Little comic with Remington and Emilia (ok?)

I have been at an academic conference all day

Pro tip to the That Guy who was using every Q&A period to ask a question but really it’s a comment but really it’s self-promotion: the only people in America who are allowed to open a question to a presenter with “I don’t know if you’re familiar with my work but” are Barack Obama and Beyonce. 

I am in my own Harry Potter AU hell.

And just because I can:


Malfoy looked up from his desk, quill poised over the parchment as his son hovered by the study door. Aware that he was frowning, Draco lifted his expression into something more neutral. He was vaguely aware of his own father always frowning whenever he’d tried to talk to him as a boy, and he didn’t want Scorpius to one day think the same about him.

“Come in, come in. Shut the door, you’ll let the heat out.” 

The Greengrass estate was a crumbling ruin compared to Malfoy Manner, with only half the library and none of the artifacts Draco had spent the last few years archiving and putting safely away behind spelled glass. But for now it was home, chilly stone walls and all.

“Did you want something?”

“Yes.” Scorpius replied, pausing to tug at the hem of his dark shirt. There’s still a bruise under his eye, faded to be sure, but the mere presence of it made Draco’s heart skip a beat. When he’d seen Severus Potter crawling out of the rubble, face covered in blood and no sign of his own son, he’d known terror like no other.

And Draco Malfoy was intimately familiar with the machinations of terror. He’d been hugged by it once.

“Well,” he prompted, setting aside his work entirely and giving his full attention to his son. “What is it?”

“I want my friends to come visit.”

Draco blinked. Whatever he’d been expecting, it wasn’t that. “Your…friends?”

“Albus Potter and Rosie Granger-Weasley. I would like them to come stay.”

Draco blinked again. Later he’d laugh—somewhat despairingly into a decanter of fire brandy—at the absurdity of the notion that his boy, Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy, was best friends with a Potter and the hybrid off-spring of a Granger Weasley, but the threat of impeding hysterics was quelled under the defiant gaze of his son, narrow chin lifting at some unspoken challenge. 

“I see. For how long?”

“A…a week…maybe two…They’re going to France for the Quiditch Cup Primaries…” he glanced down and Draco spied the curled up parchment hidden up his sleeve. “So it wouldn’t be for long.”

Draco glanced at his desk, to the fireplace, then back to his son. “I don’t…”

I want my friends…friendshow often had Astoria lamented his lack of playmates as a child, how often had she fretted that Scorpius’ only interaction had been with adults—or books, or enchanting his own toys for someone to play with. And how quickly had Scorpius’ face crumpled at the utterance of two simple syllables. 

“…know if two weeks would be wise, given your mother’s health. She’s still recovering from the move. But I shall discuss it with her, and see what can be done.”

Scorpius stilled, the beaming smile on his face reigned in to something calmer, even now, not wanting to get his hopes up too much. “Thank you. For what it’s worth, we will be good.”

Draco snorted at that, remembering the last time a Malfoy, a Potter and a Granger and a Weasley had been together at their age. “Somehow I doubt it. Go on off you go, go see what your mother is up to. She’s enjoying having you home.”

“And I am enjoying being here,” Scorpius replied, in that curiously courteous and stiff way of speaking he’d always had, even as an infant learning his words. “I am happy to be here, with you, and mother.”

“I’m…very glad to hear it.” Draco replied, unsure what else he was supposed to say to such an open admission said so politely like one was discussing the weather. “Now go on, off you go, I need to finish this manuscript before I lose the thought.”

“You’ll talk to mother though, wont you?” Scorpius pressed from his space by the door. “You’ll ask…”

“Yes, yes.” Draco waved a hand, “I’ll ask if the Potter spawn can come stay with us. Just for a little bit. To say thank you for…everything.”

Reassured, Scorpius left, closing the door behind himself with a firm click. 

Draco waited several more moments, counting to a hundred before opening up the top desk of his drawer and pulling out his correspondence folder, flipping through them until he found the appropriate manila envelope, writing the address of the Ministry Neatly to the front. 

Clearing his throat politely, he composed himself, then tapped it to life with his wand.

“Hello Potter,” he spat with a vicious familiar glee, unable to keep from laughing, “I’m not sure which one of us is going to be more surprised by this turn of events, but I swear to gods if you break my son’s heart by saying no, I will personally send you a red Howler on the hour every hour till the day one of us dies. Now, about dates, the last week in June works well for us…”