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anonymous asked:

hi just waltzing in to say I had no idea you liked dr horrible and I'm feeling blessed like ?? I haven't met anyone that knows about it and it's lowkey one of my favorite musicals ever so anyway have a nice day

GOD YEA i hecking ADORE dr horrible oh man
it’s one of the very first musicals i got into and it holds a special place in my heart pls talk to me abt it literally anytime

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Theme: Favorite Song

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Detox just to retox

the michael-is-in-love-with-jeremy-but-not-the-other-way-around trope

- michael stepping back and actually trying to help jeremy get Christine
- “two-player game” in general because think about perspectives
- this:

- michael watching jeremy ignore him and start losing all of the qualities he loves about him

- BOYF RIEND backpacks must have been awkward for him

- “Get out of my way. Loser.” must have hurt

- or the entirety of “Michael in the bathroom”

- “But I’m not what he wants” “But you’re just what he needs”
- burning mementos like a spiteful ex-boyfriend

- coming to save him anyways

- this exchange:

- visiting jeremy a ton when he was in the hospital, enough to make rich genuinely wonder if they’re dating

my point being that go though the musical imagining that michael is in love with jeremy and his arc is so much sadder (at least to me?)

B • Balcony:// Noun - a platform enclosed by a wall or balustrade on the outside of a building, with access from an upper-floor window or door.

“The balcony of the hotel”

anonymous asked:

are you doing this to be funny, or do you actually enjoy Arthur this much?

YOU KNOW HOW you start liking something as a joke and then four years later you find yourself neck-deep in genuine enjoyment for a children’s tv show? yyyeah

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#do you ever think about hermione and how it must have felt to realize that your best friend #your one constant in this crazy world - the one with whom you would stick through thick and thin #the one you would die for so he wouldn’t have to die alone #how it must have felt when the inkling that harry might be the final horcrux #made its roots in the back of her mind #the utter despair and denial she must have gone through #how she must have cursed for the first time her title of brightest witch of her age #because ignorance for once might be better than this #might be better than knowing that each moment might be the last #that this is the last adventure #her pleading in the forest to stay hidden and grow old becomes so much more heartbreaking when you wonder if she knew then #how long has she known #how many times did she prepare herself to say goodbye #until that moment on the stairs #because this is it #and she’s not ready #how do you ever ready yourself to watch a piece of your heart walk out of your life #possibly for the last time #how #(i made myself sad) (via overlyaffectionategreeting)

i found my love upon the southern ground

Pairing: Bellamy Blake/Clarke Griffin
Summary: A one-shot of Bellarke in post-WWII Ireland, inspired by Ed Sheeran’s Nancy Mulligan { wc: 1.6k || rating: teen+ }
 a/n: Special shoutout to @apanoplyofsong, @reblogginhood, @kane-and-griffin for their wonderful input about patron saints <3


Clarke felt her heart pounding in her chest as she eased the front door of her childhood home closed. The night was a quiet one, as were most in the no-name town thirty miles outside of Belfast. It was a bit eerie to see the street–the one where she had played hopscotch, and ridden her bicycle with the pink basket, and walked home from school with her friends–so deserted, so empty. She thought of the dresser below her bedroom window upstairs, now also empty of her belongings, just like her bed was of her. A shiver began to steal up her back, but she bit her lip as she fought against it.

Cold mist coated the back of her neck as she slid her key out of the lock and into the pocket of her plaid skirt. The leather case with her most precious possessions weighed her down almost as much as her worry, and its handle nearly slipped from her grip as she snuck down the front steps onto the street. Her stomach was in knots, and not even the warm gold glow of the lone streetlamp on the corner could soothe her.

When she spotted the car headlights at the end of the road, however, Clarke broke out in a nervous smile. Her first steps in that direction were quiet, as if she expected her parents to hear her all the way from their dark and silent bedroom. Soon, though, she stopped caring if the click of her saddle shoes against the cracked pavement was too loud. It was with a run that she took the last few steps to the dust-covered black car with the dinged bumper.

Strong arms caught her up as she approached the driver’s side, and Bellamy spun her around. “You’re here,” he murmured as he pulled in her into him tightly.

“Of course I’m here,” Clarke whispered into the familiar linen shirt that was patched in far too many places. When she pulled back, she looked up into dark, bright eyes that were far too apprehensive. “I told you I was ready.”

He quirked a half-smile at her as he brushed some loose curls behind her ear. “Shame on me for doubting,” he said dryly.

And though she did know from his tone–Clarke felt she had memorized everything about him over the past few months, because that’s what thinking about someone all the time got you–that he was teasing, she didn’t laugh. Instead, she cupped his face with her free hand and said, “I’ve never doubted anything less in my life, Bellamy Blake.”

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more quick doodles since i really shouldn’t be drawing right now;; this time the characters from carry on! just getting a feel on their designs cause i wanna draw them for realsies sometime.

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Happy Purim, all! I am the butterfly princess. :)