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highkey having a crisis bc you’re a broke kid who lives very far away from New York and therefore can’t watch shows on Broadway but respect the cast & crew of every single show and don’t want to undermine their hard work by watching bootlegs!!

anonymous asked:

Could you maybe link me to fics where Harry was in war and is coming home? Or something of that sort? It's the only thing that I'll be talking about after watching Dunkirk.

Ok, so these are the ones I know and like - they’re not all army and they’re not all Harry in the army, but hopefully there are at least a couple that you don’t yet know and you enjoy them!

210 Days

Harry is in the army and Louis is back in New York. Together, they get through Harry’s six month leave by sending a series of letters back and forth. They’ve done it before, and they can do it again.

Another Hazy May

louis is a terrible poet and harry lives in the now and they have six weeks to fall in love but, really, it only takes six seconds. bookshop meets military meets summer romance au ft. marlboros, the backstreet boys, and underrated literary devices.

for now (and forever) 

“It’s nice that you want to offer that, but I just can’t do that. First of all, it’s illegal.”

Louis shakes his head vigorously. “No, no. It’s not like one of us is gunning for a visa.”

“Listen to yourself,” Harry laughs, shaking Louis’ shoulders. “Don’t you think it’s a bit weird to con the country you’re supposed to be serving?”

Louis is going into the Army, Harry is going nowhere, and there’s nothing like a little identity fraud between friends.

To Give You a Hand to Hold 

When he spoke again, Harry’s voice was low. “Ever think of how many birthdays they don’t get?”

Louis avoided Harry’s eyes. “What do you mean?”

“Martinez was what, nineteen? Missed a good sixty of them.” Harry took the last of his cake and passed the plate to Louis. “Figure sixty missed birthdays each. Just on our side. How many is that?”

Louis used the edge of his fork to scrape frosting off the plate. “Never thought about it.”

“What would your shrink say?”

“‘Focus on the positive.’”

Harry ran a hand over his head and scratched the back of his neck. “How’s that working?”

Marine Louis Tomlinson is medically discharged when an IED explodes in Afghanistan. Months later, he’s reunited Stateside with his Navy medic Harry Styles. The two of them shelter each other even as they refuse to admit they’re in the throes of PTSD, until one night nearly destroys them.

i wanna be your lover, baby, i wanna be your man

Harry’s voice is quiet, if not a little hesitant, when he murmurs gently, “What does that make me, then?”

Louis searches his brain for the right words, eyes glued to the tentative curiosity etched all over Harry’s face.

“It makes you worth keeping,” he decides.

A Fleet Week AU where Louis and Harry are in the US Navy and fate gives them a week together. Fireworks, a house by the lake, and lots of kissing follows.

I wish I had more to recommend because I saw Dunkirk last night and I would LOVE to read some soldier!Harry fics, but these are all very good (IMO). If any of my followers have others to add, please LMK! 

sweet, where you lay by infinitelymint

Rating: Explicit

Words: 27,124

Chapters: 1/1

Louis Tomlinson is a twenty-eight year old succesful actor living in New York. Harry Styles is a twenty year old up and coming model and coincidentally also the one who turns Louis’ world completely upside down.

or, Louis is Zachary Quinto and Harry is Miles McMillan. Falling in love was always in the cards for them.

The Shroud of Turin

Beyond the white flag of surrender

whose visage betrays

more than a passing familiarity

with suffering and the fear

of our own impermanence—

who would wipe the sweat

and blood from you,

dying on the streets of Gaza,

Damascus, New York, Missouri,

Ferguson, Falluja, Ukraine, Nigeria, Juarez—

There are so many streets,

named and unnamed,

where the dead’s faces go unrecognized.

Still, your face asks for surrender

staring back half mockingly—

tempting us to believe or disbelieve

the carbon-dated sigh across

the cosmic warp and woof of our fragile lives

where the broad sweep of history gives way

to the narrow gate, the singularity of focus,

the star that is both ghost and guiding light

and your implicitness in all things:

roots, rot, the resurgence of life

maintaining, still maintaining

this is not the end.

A Moment in Time [Rucas Adult AU] - Chapter Seven

A Moment in Time

Synopsis: Riley Matthews needs to get out of New York, after her parents advised her to go to her great grandmother’s house in Texas she’s on the first plane to the Lone Star State. Lucas Friar is a single father trying to live up to his family’s legacy but he knows he’s overworking himself to please his mother. The moment the two of them meet they realize what they had been missing all along, but family and their past will threaten their relationship.

[Previous Chapters]

A/N: Sexy times towards the end, just to warn you. Most of the chapter is fluffy, to make up for the angst from the chapter before.

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

Me throwing myself at Bella like those girls: hi Bella what's your opinion on crystals? Favorite book, movie, song, singer, band, actor, flower, season, food, car, number, subject? Last movie and tv show you watched? Do you know about mbti types it's pretty fun take the test! What do you do to relax at home? PS, XBox or phone? What kind of editorial would you like to do? Which strange habits do you have? Are you messy or organized? Do you like taking pics of things? Language you want to speak?

What do you in your free time? Would you rather go to parties or travel? Places you haven’t visited yet and like to? Favourite place in the world to be? What city is your favourite to work in? What’s the difference between living in New York and LA? Is there any where else in the world you would like to live? Why haven’t you moved there? Do you ever want to have kids? Would you go back to LA to raise them? Would you rather be with family or go out? What’s your favourite holiday? What’s you opinion on astrology? What hogwarts house would you sort yourself in to? Trick question, you’re a total Huffleuff. Do you feel like the biggest Libra that ever Libraed? Also a trick question, you are. 

How would you describe your style? How has you style changed in the past five years? Where do you see it going? Do you ever want to dye your hair back to blonde? Another colour all together? Cut it in a wild way? Do you ever experiment with makeup or do you just stick to the basics? What’s your favourite thing about yourself? What’s your least favourite thing about yourself? What’s one thing you would change about yourself? What’s one change you’ve seen over the past five years that you like? What’s one change you dislike? Which one of your parents do you think you take after the most –physically or personality wise? What’s your biggest regret? How creative do you think you are? Do you ever do anything artsy? Would you ever go back to your photography dreams? Who is someone you’ve never worked with but would like to? Other models that you look up to –past or present? What’s your best campaign and editorial? Favourite runway you’ve ever walked? 

Favourite clothing item? Favourite colour? Stripes or solids? Mattes or sparkles? Favourite super hero? Favourite movie, tv show, cartoon? What movies did you grow up watching? How may ear piercings do you have? Which piercing hurt the most? Hoops or studs? How many tattoos? What’s the three dots and the angel wings mean? When did you get the three dots? Why have you never acknowledged you got either even though you called the paps when you got the wings? Favourite animal? Have you ever seen one? Do you like zoos? Amusement parks? Which one is your favourite? Roller coasters –yay or nay? Water rides? Favourite Disney movie? Which princess did you want to be growing up? Did you ever dress up as her for Halloween? Which princess do you want to be now? Camp Rock or High School Musical? Coke or Pepsi? Do you like bowling? Do you like arcades? When was the last time you went to the movie theater? Do you put extra butter on your popcorn? Do you lock your bedroom door when you sleep at night? Do you even shut it or just leave it open? What scent is your body wash, shampoos, conditioners –what perfume do you wear everyday? Do you even wear perfume everyday? 

What’s the best vacation you’ve ever had? What made it so notable? Who were you with? Do you prefer vacations with your friends or family? Big groups or something intimate? City, woods, or the beach? Have you ever been camping? Hiking? Snowboarding or skiing? Have you ever surfed or done any kind of water sports? Scuba diving? Do you get scared being in foreign countries? What’s your favourite food to get as take out? Do you like to order new food when you’re somewhere different? Do you collect any kind of memorabilia from the places you go? If yes, when did you start and why were you drawn to collecting that? Do you collect anything other than crystals? When did you start crystals –who got you into them? Does your whole family do them? What other whack hippie dippy shit are you into?  

nitrogennerd  asked:

‘EVERY TIME WE’RE IN THE ELEVATOR YOU’RE ON YOUR DAMN PHONE and it makes it really hard to hit on you’ AU with Hamburr (if you're okay with the ship. You can pick another one if you'd like.)


Closed Doors-Hamburr

Warnings: Language mostly.

Alexander Hamilton lived in an old apartment building in New York City.

Or at least, he was about to. He had just moved in, brand new to the entire city. It was a bit daunting but if anyone could handle it, it would be him. He was Alexander Hamilton and he was going to do it all.

He walked into the building and glanced around, it was your typical apartment building, nothing special about it at all. Bare walls, minimum effort at decor, worn floors, but at least it had an elevator. Hamilton appreciated the fact that he could just ride down the lift and not have to worry about tripping on the stairs in a sleep deprived state and dying.

The fiddled with the gleaming key in his hand. He lived here now. He really was in New York and surviving. Well, only one way for it to really sink in, he had to flop on to his new bed. Hamilton stepped forward and jabbed the up button for the elevator. He could take the stairs but he had luggage and that didn’t sound fun for the tenth floor, so elevator it was. The doors slid open, classic elevator music bidding him welcome as he stepped inside and repeatedly jammed the doors close button impatiently. The door started to slide close when a voice called out, “Wait! Hold the door!” The stranger shoved his foot between the doors, preventing them from closing. He flashed a smile in greeting at Hamilton as he entered before whipping out his phone and typing away importantly.

Well, okay then.

“What floor are you heading to?” Hamilton asked, getting ready to push the according button.

“Ten,” came the reply.

“Oh, that’s my floor too!” Hamilton said excitedly.

The person glanced at him and back at his phone, “I don’t recognize you, just move in?”

“That’s right, the name is Alexander Hamilton.”

The man looked up from his phone long enough to firmly shake Hamilton’s hand, “Aaron Burr. Pleasure.” And right back to his phone.

The elevator opened and dumped them out onto their floor, cutting off any further attempt at conversation. Burr immediately put away his phone, wished Hamilton well, and set off in the opposite direction Hamilton was going.

Well. Wasn’t terribly bad for first encounters. Plus, he was handsome, bonus points.


Hamilton settled into his new life in New York, constantly at work, running back forth from his apartment to his office. Some would call him a mad man.

He made some friends though, Mulligan was the first person he really became acquainted with, he was his next door neighbor. Mulligan had come over one day with a welcome basket and gave him a quick tour of New York. It wasn’t long before they were hanging out every Saturday night.

The strange thing was that the guy Hamilton had met in the elevator, Aaron Burr, seemed to work at the same law firm that he did so they always seemed to end up on the elevator at the same time on their way home. Hamilton always left obnoxiously early so he didn’t see him in the morning, but every evening, just like clockwork, Hamilton would step into the elevator and right as the doors would begin to close, he’d hear a familiar shout asking to hold the door.

Every time.

Which is why Hamilton wasn’t surprised when it happened again today. “Wait! Hold the door!” Then a foot would be jammed in the elevator doors and he’d step inside, smiling slightly in greeting.

“Alexander,” he said happily.

“Aaron Burr, sir,” Hamilton nodded. Then two seconds later, Burr would whip out his phone and get lost in the sea of letters he scrolled through. It was starting to get annoying. Burr seemed like a cool guy and Hamilton really wanted to get to know him, not to mention he was kinda hot.

“So what’re you doing tonight?” Hamilton asked.

“Nothing really. Going over a case,” he replied distractedly


Burr typed away at his phone


A moment of silence. “So?” Burr asked.

“You wanna get some drinks?”

“Not tonight.”

Why was this so hard? Hamilton was usually so smooth but it was as if the guy didn’t even realize Hamilton’s attempts.

“Okay.” Hamilton decided the rest of the ride would be better in silence.

The doors slid open and Burr walked out and set off down the hall with his normal brisk pace, Hamilton watched until he rounded a corner before going to his own apartment.


Weeks passed much in the same manner as before, Hamilton flirting and getting nowhere. He started to blame the phone, it was the only explanation.

“Hey Mulligan, you know a guy named Aaron Burr?”

“Burr? Yeah, he lives on the other side of the hall. What about him?”

“Nothing really, I just run into him all the time. What do you know about him? Is he married? Kids? Friends? Something?” Mulligan knew everything about everyone, Hamilton didn’t know how but it was really impressive.

“Yeah, he’s single, no kids, and no friends that I know either. I dunno much about him, he’s always on his phone.”

“Tell me about it,” Hamilton grumbled.


The next time Hamilton found himself standing awkwardly in a silent elevator, he decided to experiment. He wasn’t entirely sure if Burr actually heard what he was saying and just automatically replied on autopilot. Hamilton started counting the floors on their way up, why was this elevator so slow?


“Hey, Burr,”


“You’re kinda hot.”




“I actually kinda like you”



“We should hang out some and get to know each other sometime.”

“Sure, sometime.”


“Maybe get closer.”

“Sounds great.”


“Go back to your place one night.”

“Sounds like a plan.”


“Lay on the couch with me in your lap?”



This fucker right here.

“Have an extreme make out session.”

“Whatever you want.”


“How about you just fuck me against the wall right now?”

“Some other time maybe.”

Holy shit, this guy was completely oblivious. Hamilton began to wonder what would happen it just started stripping.


The doors slid open and Burr walked off. Hamilton sighed.


Even more time passed and Hamilton’s attempts proved fruitless. Today was the day he lost patience.

It was just like any other day, Hamilton stepped into the elevator and this time held the door open until Burr appeared, “Wait! Hold- oh, thanks, Alexander.”


The doors closed and the ride began in silence like always.

“Hey, I’m making some hamburgers, wanna come over, crack open some colds ones and help me eat them?”

“That’s okay.”

Hamilton wasn’t entirely sure Burr actually heard what he was saying and was too busy scrolling through his phone doing god knows what.

That’s it. “EVERY TIME WE’RE IN THE ELEVATOR YOU’RE ON YOUR DAMN PHONE and it makes it really hard to hit on you!” Oh shit. Hamilton snapped his mouth shut, he really needed to learn to keep it closed.

Burr’s head snapped up and he almost dropped his phone from the sudden outburst of yelling and looked at Hamilton. “W-what did you say?” he asked.

“Nothing,” Hamilton mumbled, looking at the wall next to him.

“No, what do you say?”

“I said, “Every time we’re on the elevator, you’re on your phone and it makes it really hard to hit on you.”“ Hamilton said reluctantly.

A light pink blush dusted his cheeks and Hamilton felt as if he were entirely red, but in reality, he was only blushing slightly. Way to make it awkward Hamilton. Congratulations.

“Uh, what was that you were saying about hamburgers?” Burr broke the silence.

Hamilton grinned, “You wanna come over and have some?”

Burr smiled back, “I’d love to.”

Meet Jelanii Kabita, a transgender man who dances to be free

  • Jelanii Kabita has dedicated his life to two simple principles: authenticity and dance. As his body syncs to the music, the boombox tattoo scrawled across his stomach dances along with each downbeat. It’s immediately clear that he was made to move.
  • “I dance to be free,” Kabita told Mic in an in-studio interview. “I dance to eat. I dance to live. I guess I perform dance to show other people that there’s other ways to express what’s going on inside of you.”
  • Kabita set himself on a path to freedom early on, after experiencing a rocky childhood in Kingston, New York. The 23-year-old first came out as bisexual to his mother in middle school. From that moment on, he endured severe abuse and was ultimately forced out of his home and into foster care. After finding his way to New York City, he found a sense of identity and belonging within the dance community.
  • Now, Kabita is the leader and founder of the Raiders of Concrete, a street dance crew composed of dancers from several different countries and backgrounds. Mic sat down with Kabita, who shared that he came out as transgender two years ago, and learned more about the story that brought him to where he is today. Read our interview with Jelanii. 

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a list of moments™ in musical theatre

-STAYYYYYY LITTLE VALLLLLENTIIIINE STAYYYYYYYYY and then the pause and the sudden decrescendo into “each day is valentine’s dayyyyy”
-ITS FROM JAPAAAAAAAAN and everything about that song
-all of “raise a little hell” and “this world will remember us” and everything about laura osnes and jeremy jordan
-the acapella part in “two by two” when they’re all clapping and some people are echoing and its just Pretty
-the harmonies on “moonlight swiiiiims”
-dum da da dum da da dum da da dum da da DUM DA DA DUM DA DA DUM DA DA DUM DA M A C A V I T Y M A C A V I T Y
-the dirty bum bum bum bum the dirty bum bum bum bum bum HE HAD IT COMIN
-and i dug deep down to the bottom of my soul…and cried…'cause…i…felt…N O T H I N G
-will i ever make a sound………………ON THE OUTSIDE ALWAYS LOOKING IN and the lights change and then you burst into sobs
-YOU ARE NOT ALONE (YOU ARE NOT ALONE) YOU ARE NOT ALONE (YOU ARE NOT ALONE) YOU ARE NOT YOU ARE NOT ALONE (YOU ARE NOT ALONE)…even when the dark comes crashing through when you need a friend to carry you and when you’re b r o k e n o n t h e g r o u n d…………Y O U W I L L B E F O U N D
-do you KNOWWWW how great my life is
-and your keys OH OH OH OH your ring of keeeeeeeyyyys
-literally all of grease the musical
-or if i were a bell i’d go DING DONG DING DONG DINGGGGGG
-evERYthing’s comING up roSES and daFFOdils
-in new york you can JUST YOU WAIT in new york you can JUST YOU WAIT in new york you can be a new man IN NEW YORK NEW YORK JUST YOU WAIT
-the entirety of satisfied
-we won we won WE WON W E W O N
-if you stand for nothing burr what’ll you fall for …. i wanna be in the room where it happens the room where it happens……………and then the rest of that song from that point on
-its my candy store its my candy (mezzo harmony) its my candy store its my candy (soprano harmony) its my candy store its my candy STOOOOOORE WOAH OH WOAH
-into the woods !!!! into the woods !!!! yes into the woods and out of the woods and HOME BEFORE DARK
-everybody say yeaheeeeyeah (yeaheeeyeah)
-i am so much better ……… THAN BEFORRRRRRRRRRRE
-every day a little deaaaaaaaaaath (and then they hold the note for a million years and its heartbreaking)
-and andrey isn’t here……………(massive door slam)………………RAZ DAV TRI (the whole room lights up and you’re sobbing) AND THIS IS ALL IN YOUR PROGRAM
-the harmonies on the second AND THIS IS ALL IN YOUR PROGRAM
-all of no one else because denée benton is a princess
-dollllllokhovvvv the assassinnnn
-its alright natasha … i’m heeeeerrrre … so neeeeaaar …
-IS THIS HOW I DIE (extreme jazz™ plays)
-my brother is quite madly in love ………. he is quite madly in love with YOU my deeeeeeaaaaarrrr yeahyeahyeahyeahyeah ohhhh OHHHHHHHHH OH HOW SHE BLUSHES HOW SHE BLUSHES
-amber gray in general
-I W I L L L O V E Y O U A N A T O L E
-natalie natalie natalie i must love you or die NATALIE NATALIE NATALIE
-remember me to s t e s h k a THERE GOODBYE GOODBYE GOODBYE
-and i’ll be happily happy yes happily happy and thoroughly SATISFIIIIIIIED
-the phantom’s theme
-ooooh oooooooooh ooh ooh JOIN US LEAVE YOUR FIELD TO FLOWER
-all of the Pulizter Prize winning musical Rent™
-i c e c r e a m … he bought me i c e c r e a m …vanilla i c e c r e a m … IMAGINE THAAAAT
-every single song in spring awakening what a jam™
-if i could concentrate…………I’D BE IN THE FOLLIES
-play it coooooooooool boy
-defying gravity as a whole
-ease on down ease on down the roooooaaaaad

Best Lines From Each Hamilton Song

Alexander Hamilton: You could never back down, you never learned to take your - TIME

Aaron Burr, Sir: Talk Less. Smile More.

My Shot: I think ya pants look hot ;)

The Story of Tonight: Raise a glass to freedom…

Schuyler Sisters: You want a revolution? I want a revelation!

Farmer Refuted: Is he in Jersey?

You’ll Be Back: I will kill your friends and family… to remind you of, my, love DA DA DA D-

Right Hand Man: Burr! Sir? Close the door on your way out.

Winters Ball: If you could marry a sister, you’re rich son. Is it a question of if Burr, or which one?

Helpless: Laughing at my sister cause she wants to form a harem: I’m just saying if you really loved me you would share him. HA!

Satisfied: … He’d be mine. She would say “I’m fineshe’d be lying.

The Story of Tonight (Reprise): You are the worst, Burr

Wait For It: When they died they left no instructions, just a legacy to protect 

Stay Alive: I’m a general. WEEE!!

Ten Duel Commandents: Okay so we’re doing this

That Would Be Enough: And if this child shares a fraction of your smile, or a fragment of your mind, look out world, that would be enough.

Guns And Ships: No one has more resilience or matches my practical tactical BRILLIANCE.

History Has Its Eyes On You: You have no control who lives, who dies, who tells your story.

Yorktown (The World Turned Upside Down): Immigrants, we get the job done.

What Comes Next: Awesome. Wow.

Dear Theodosia: I’ll do whatever it takes. I’ll make a million mistakes.

Nonstop: Hamilton wrote THE OTHER FIFTY-ONE

What’d I Miss?: I guess I basically missed the late 80’s.

Cabinet Battle #1: Turn around, bend over, I’ll show you where my shoe fits.

Take a Break: You’ve written “My Dearest, Angelica…. “

Say No To This: That was my wife who you decided to- fuuu

The Room Where It Happens: The art of the compromise, hold your nose and close your eyes.

Schuyler Defeated: They don’t need to know me they don’t like you.

Cabinet Battle #2: You must be outta your GODDAMN MIND


One Last Time: I’m sorry wha-?

I Know Him: They will tear each other into pieces, Jesus Christ this will be fun :D

Adams Administration: Siddown John YOU FAT MOTHER——

We Know: My god…

Hurricane: … We were sick and she was holding me, I couldn’t seem to die.

The Reynolds Pamphlet: You could never be satisfied, god I hope your satisfied.

Burn: You, you, you

Blow Us All Away: Everything is legal in New Jersey…

Stay Alive (Reprise): I know, you did everything just right.

It’s Quiet Uptown: Forgiveness. Can you imagine?

The Election of 1800: Well I’ll be damned…

Your Obedient Servant: Here’s an itemised list of thirty years of disagreements. Sweet Jesus

The World Was Wide Enough: America, you great unfinished symphony, you sent for me.

Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story: Oh I can’t wait to see you again, it’s only a matter of time.

Bonus Songs:

Congratulations: You know why Jefferson can do what he wants? He doesn’t dignify schoolyard taunts with a response

Dear Theodosia (Reprise): We bleed and fight for you, sometimes it seems that’s all we do.

Ten Things, One Thing (I genuinely can’t decide between these five so here you go):

- The sun is in my eyes. I am almost giddy as I watch it slowly rise over my New York City.

- I examine the gun that we shared. Philip never hurt a soul, he must have been so scared.

- I feel a sense of calm fill me, it’s not in his political interest to kill me.

- My Eliza is still asleep. I left her a letter, I could have written it better.

- They put us through our paces, we count to ten. God, I can’t wait to see her again.

Just a quick note to say I didn’t forget Tomorrow There’ll Be More of Us, I just decided against including it because, in Lin’s own words, it’s more of a scene than a song. Really it’s just the The Story of Tonight sung over some quite, uneventful dialouge (very poetic given the content of that dialouge) so I decided to just leave it out. Anyways thanks for reading my random post I guess? Bye bye


Hi! Everything here’s a recap of the video above and vice versa, so you’re good with just the one. (Probably this though, because the less exposure to my face, the less chance you’ll develop some incurable eye disease previously unknown to mankind).

My name’s Willem Anderson and I’m a bisexual Latinx trans man from Puerto Rico, who is currently spending the summer working in Tennessee. I’m deeply closeted due to extremely homophobic family who would immediately disown me without a penny to my name, which has led to serious bouts of depression, self-loathing, suicidal thoughts, etc. I cannot continue to live with family any longer due to a fear of what I might do to myself if this cycle of emotional abuse continues, so I need to move out.

I’ve applied to Hudson Valley Community College in Troy, New York, specifically to become a paramedic. It’s what I’ve wanted to do since senior year of high school, and New York is where I’ve wanted to live since I was a teeny tater tot. The GED should cover most costs, but I have no way to get there or place to live once I do- here’s where you come in!

I need to raise $10,000 by the end of the summer- preferably the end of July- in order to buy a used car in good enough shape to last me through college and big enough to temporarily live in, insurance, gas, etc. My PayPal is ( paypal.me/willemanderson -it’s under my birth name but it’s me I promise!!!) I will be posting receipts and keeping you up-to-date on how much is raised and what I spend it on, and if over $10,000 is raised I will be donating the remainder to a charity of YOU GUYS’ CHOICE!

If you have a dollar (heck, if it lets you donate pocket change, go for it!), please help a guy out! If not, I entirely understand, times are tough and there are a LOT of these floating around- but simply reblogging this with a caption would be the greatest thing you could possible do with your life in the next 2 minutes, so why don'tcha?

NEWSIES: LIVE if you look closely you’ll see... #18

Ben Fankhauser talking to Kara, and if you listen closely when the spoon fight starts he says “but Katherine that’s not fair, I mean he’s got things in his mouth”. referring to Ben Cook’s cigar.


female awesome meme → [1/5] female character in a tv show
∟  I travelled across the world. From the ruins of New York, to the fusion mills of China, right across the radiation pits of Europe. And everywhere I went I saw people just like you, living as slaves! But if Martha Jones became a legend then that’s wrong, because my name isn’t important. There’s someone else. The man who sent me out there, the man who told me to walk the Earth. And his name is The Doctor. He has saved your lives so many times and you never even knew he was there. He never stops. He never stays. He never asks to be thanked. But I’ve seen him, I know him… I love him… And I know what he can do.

NEWSIES: LIVE if you look closely you’ll see... #22

Ben and David continuing to play like puppies and just be adorable after pulitzers poodles in King of New York.

dike? bavid? idk but I think I ship it ??

please reblog this

im an 18 year old mentally ill trans girl living in new york and i kinda really need to get out of my house for good but i have no other options other than asking if anyone will take me in so if you or anyone you know possibly could, please contact me or just reblog this because im so scared every day of my life and i cant get on with my life living here thank you