m!a of a sort

Okay, since I heard that ABC jumped on the live musical wagon with The Little Mermaid Live! (Yes, I’m aware that it’s just going to be done concert style sort of like what they did at the Hollywood Bowl, but I’m still very excited about it!)

If that becomes successful, imagine what other live musicals they could do. Beauty and The Beast Live, Newsies Live, but I have an idea what they could do after The Little Mermaid.

Okay don’t kill me, but I think they should do…

Okay here me out on this one.

If ABC did do this as a live TV musical, they would definitely get people’s butts on the couch. Admit it, those of us who were Disney Channel kids grew up with this movie and loved it, loved it so much that we couldn’t stop singing all the songs, quoting every scene, and obsessing over the cast. Now, it seems like High School Musical’s popularity is starting to make a comeback, and they’re even making a fourth installment, so why not do a live musical television event of High School Musical.

Also High School Musical has a special place in my heart. I loved this movie growing up and it was the first play that I did in high school’s drama club (I was a Skater Dude), although everyone in the club is kind of pulling a “Zac Efron” right now, saying that they regret it and it was the worst thing that we’ve ever done, but I still enjoyed.

If ABC does decide to this. I have an idea on who they could cast (and just to clarify since all of the live TV musicals are more based of the stage versions of certain musical, and yes there is an official stage version of High School Musical, but it was off-Broadway. Also the stage version is a little different from the show, Gabriella’s mom, Troy’s mom, and the Principal are cut from the show and there is a character that was added in):

Derek Klena as Troy Bolton

(Come on, he would be perfect for this role and I did a little research, and I found out that Derek did play Troy once for a community theatre play.)

Eva Noblezada as Gabriella Montez

(Just like Derek, Eva would be perfect for this role, and she’s also Filipina, just like Vanessa Hudgens. She also looks like she would have great chemistry with Derek.)

Dove Cameron as Sharpay Evans

(She killed it as Amber in Hairspray Live! To me, Dove makes a really convincing Queen Bee and since she is already good friends with Kenny Ortega, the director of all three HSM movies, why not cast her as Sharpay Evans?)

Ben Cook as Ryan Evans

Anthony Ramos as Chad Danforth

(He already has the puffy hair.)

Jasmine Cephas Jones as Taylor McKessie

Auli'i Cravalho as Kelsi Nielsen

(Come on, she would make an adorable Kelsi.)

Jordan Fisher as Zeke Baylor

Katie Ladner as Martha Cox

(If any of you guys are fans of Heathers, admit it she would be amazing in this role.)

Mike Faist as Ripper (The “I play the cello” guy)

George Salazar as Jason Cross

Ryan Potter as Jack Scott

(Jack Scott was a character they added in the stage version of High School Musical, he’s East High’s PA announcer and he also has a crush on Kelsi. Jack Scott isn’t a singing part, so they don’t have to worry about getting a singer to play this role.)

Brian d'Arcy James as Coach Bolton

Audra McDonald as Ms. Darbus

JAK

Some of you may or may know the guy

Silently uploading them pics for ya when you dont even have the bother to do anything, and actually put effort into doing so, there aint a bad thing you can say about that because uploading to e621 sometimes…can be a very dirty job in my opinion


Like fucking hell i dont even want to talk about it, the things he has to go through each day, man i dont know shit but i can only imagine.

This is well, YOU GUESS IT! His zoosona, yes. And yeah, there is a reason why it’s hard at first to identify the gen- yknow what, doesnt matter.

I appreciatecha jakkie,

Also, i’m going to be cameo-ing all sorts of zoosonas into my upcoming projects! I’ll be doing a lot more of this


I gotta get my shit straight first though, i’m in a bit of a tight spot right now. Heck.

Thats an…idea.

Homecoming

Hey guys, this is my first venture into any sort of fan fic. I’m not a writer by any means (just the research papers I’ve been writing for the past eight years of my life, which is a bit different than fiction lol), so don’t judge too harshly. Also, I just kinda wrote it out in one sitting so there’s that too. Anyway, the fic takes place fall of their sophomore year (so when S4 would’ve hypothetically taken place) and is sort of like a GM Semi Formal high school edition. Probably going to be 3 or 4 chapters, nothing crazy. Okay, here ya go :) Here’s chapter 1

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Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man (Peter Parker x Reader)

Characters/Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: slight angst

Words count: 2244

(A/N): Hello! This piece here is my very first bit of fanfiction written in english and published here, on tumblr, so… I’m nervous. But I hope someone will like it. It’s reader insert, sort of, but in 3rd person, written in the middle of the night and finished the next day, becouse I just had to get it all out in some way and this idea just seemed perfect. I may write another part, maybe even a small series, who knows? For any mistakes I sincerely apologize, English’s not my native language, but I tried my best - let me know, if you have any tips to how I can improve more. For now - enjoy!

Tag: @saveatruckrideoptimusprime

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That was it. She had enough. Busting through doors leading on the roof, (y/n) could barely see, her vision blurry from tears. They threatened to fall for the whole day, but she had to make it through, she had to sit in the class with clenched teeth and trembling hands, feeling like her chest was about to burst. It was terrible, at least, and when she finally made it to her building, she went straight for the roof. To her little hiding spot.

Wind blew in her face the moment she closed the door behind her, whipping long curls in her face, but she ignored it. Blinking away the tears, with few long strides (y/n) reached the edge of the roof and climbed on it, sitting cross-legged on hard concrete. A small fear of falling squeezed her chest, but it was nothing compared to feelings crushing her insides. Pain. Loss. Sorrow. Longing. She was pushing them to the back of her mind so long, that when they finally busted free, she couldn’t handle it.

Shaky, broken sob left (y/n) lips, as her body trembled with so much sadness and longing everyone would fall from. She bit at her lower lip in attempt to silence herself a little but it was futile. Hugging herself tightly, she squeezed her eyes shut and tried to listen to wind and never ending sounds of New York. Only then (y/n) was finally able to hear something rustling beside her, like feet on the floor.

For a second breath cached in her throat, but before she could lift her eyes, she heard a curious voice.

“You’re not gonna jump, are you?”

Startled, she did jump a little in her spot, clawing with fingers at her heart and whipping head to the source of soft voice, only to freeze at the sight of one and only Spider-Man himself. In his blue and red costume, tall and lean, and totally unexpected.

“Hi” he greeted, crouched beside her, in reasonable distance. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you” he sounded sheepish, a little shy even.

(Y/n) couldn’t really answer, still trying to catch her breath. And, to be honest, didn’t believe she was really seeing him.

“Mind if I sit here? No? Great!” Spider-Man sat a little bit closer, like in arms reach, and looked at (y/n), slightly inclining his head. “Oh, by the way, I’m Spider-Man” he said, pointing at himself.

“Yeah, I figured…” she sounded so hoarse, she had to couch a little to clear her throat and be able to continue. “What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be off… fighting crime or this sort of thing?” (Y/n) rambled, voice still a little trembling, but this at least for a second took her mind somewhere else.

“City’s fine at the moment, I don’t see any crime over here, do you?” he asked, half jokingly, looking around as if searching, but before she could answer, Spidey continued. “And when I saw you, I thought ‘Hey, such a beautiful girl sitting alone on the edge of a building? Something’s not right!’ So I figured it’s important and here I’m! Your boyfriend’s not coming, right?” He added the last part as a joke, way to make her relax, but it couldn’t work. She laughed bitterly, shaking her head.

“Oh, he’s definitely not” she said with venom, frown upon her face. “And I hope he won’t. Ever.”

Spider-Man was now looking at her with what seemed like new intensity and emotion, but she couldn’t really tell with the suit and all. And she really didn’t want to look at him now, feeling new tears rising in her eyes, so instead settled on the beautiful view of New York. Always moving, always full of voices and life, it seemed unaffected by the sorrow of one fragile girl, making her feel this much more insignificant, but – surprisingly – also soothed her a little. Like nothing could reach (y/n) here, even the cruel world beneath.  

“You want me to web him to the wall or something?” the superhero offered, drawing a little laugh from her.

(Y/n) sniffed lightly, pulling few strands of hair behind her ear and simultaneously wiping away the already dried off trails of tears. She felt heat rising to her cheeks and didn’t really know what caused it – the presence of Spider-Man, his words or the way he seemed to look at here. Even with the mask on, he was impressingly expressive.

Remembering hes question, she shook her head a little.

“No, thanks, it could harm your reputation” (y/n) answered, sending him a small smile, which seemed to immediately brighten his mood.

“Don’t worry about it, I would make sure everyone would know that he hurt a wonderful girl and deserved a lesson” he assured her, making a deliberate gesture with his glowed hand and successfully drawing another smile from her. But this one was a lot sadder than the previous one and he was instantly alarmed. “Hey, why the sad face? Sorry, if I said anything impropriate…”

Again (y/n) only shook her head, this one little smile also turning somehow bitter.

“Maybe I deserved that” she said, her voice so quiet that if not for his enhanced senses, he probably wouldn’t even hear it.”Maybe I wasn’t good enough, maybe I was too much or, or…”

Her voice started quivering again, her petite frame trembling. Tears began to shine in (e/c) eyes and threatened to spill any moment, but before she could utter another word, Peter sprung from his place.

“Hey, shush, stop it” he urged, gently grabbing (y/n) chin and turning to him. He felt his heart falter for a moment at the sight of this beautiful, shining eyes and flushed face. “Why would you think that?” the question fell from his lips before he could stop himself.

(Y/n) shrugged only, not saying a word. She seemed like she tried really hard to stay strong, to not let her tears fall and calm down, but when he decided to softly stroked her jaw, it suddenly snapped, letting all the emotion, hurt and shattered bits of her heart pour free into broken words.

“I don’t know, I-I r-really don’t…” she whined, shuddering violently. “And y-you know what’s the w-worst? It was so-o good, a-at the beginnig, l-like we were perf-fect together. But then…” (y/n) shook her head once more. She bit at lower lip, trying to calm herself just a little, and hugged her knees to her chest. Peter inched closer while she talked, sitting with his back to the city and bringing his other hand to rest on hers. “I don’t know what happened, it all fell apart… He broke up, saying he don’t love me anymore” at that, bitter, humorless laugh broke from her lips, “and now I have to see him everyday in class, all happy with his friends, when I… It’s been months, you know, months since that day, I should be fine at his point, like him. Everyone think I am, but… but I’m not. I didn’t really have anyone else, my friends moved away a year ago. I’m alone and I miss…” She shuddered and lowered her head, falling completely silent, like she couldn’t finish this thought.

“Him?” he suggested, though a strange felling was telling him it wasn’t the case. And the sudden jerk of her head confirmed that.

“No, not him” (y/n) answered, nipping with fingers at the edge of her black sweater. She buried her face in her arms, looking at the horizon. “I miss… being in relationship, I guess” she added, (e/c) eyes turning to look at him with such sadness and longing shinning in them as brightly as stars on the clear, night sky, he felt breath catching in his throat. “The feeling, you know? That I’m important for someone, the confidence that I have someone out there, the hugs, kisses, dates… I miss it…”

The truth was – she was starved for affection. For physical contact, for the deep, meaningful connection with someone, for love – both giving and receiving. For another being as in love with her as she in them. She craved that more than anything and it was eating her up, gnawing at her mind, clawing at her heart, to the point where she could only break down and cry, only in tears finding a little release. It was exhausting. But so was her everyday from the one where it all began to crumble.

All the while Peter was looking at (y/n) as if he has seen her for the first time and simultaneously known her more than any other girl ever. He knew who she was, of course, they were in the same school. He remembered now how in few days she seemed to suddenly disappear, going from constantly being in a circle of boys with her boyfriend to sitting alone in the back of the class or trying to merge into the wall, so no one would see her.  But Peter saw her. She was smart, very intelligent – easily one of the best students among him and others – really pretty and quite… different. Her alternative look wasn’t helping her, she stood out from the crowd, wasn’t really socializing, as if she didn’t care about it, and seemed really tough. But now – now he saw how fragile, delicate and sensitive she was under that exterior – and it awakened a feeling in his heart he wasn’t expecting.

Standing from his position, he jumped down from the ledge onto the hard concrete of the roof and tapped lightly on her shoulder. When she looked at him quizzically, Peter scratched his neck a little nervously.

“I thought… I could happily hug you, you know? But first you need to get down from there, I’m not risking you falling” he said, trying to sound stern at the end, but obviously failing as she smiled lightly, pink blooming on her cheeks.

“You would catch me, wouldn’t you?” (y/n) said, jumping from the ledge to stand beside him.

“Well, yeah, of course, but I would gladly avoid it altogether” Peter replied lightly and spread his arms to (y/n).”C’here.”

She made one small step before stopping and looking at him strangely, as if she tried to mask her shyness.

“Do I have your word you won’t kidnap me or something?”

“Whaaaat?” He looked at her with disbelief, but quickly caught on the joke and feigned hurt, making theatrical gesture of putting hand over his heart. ”How could you think so low about me? I’m a superhero! Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man no less! Or am I not?” he waggled his eyebrow, fairly sure it won’t show through the mask, but it seemed that it brightened (y/n) mood either way, as she smiled and took one last step towards him.

“Okey” she replied softly, almost in sing-song voice, and finally pressed her body to him tightly, hugging him like her life depended on it. (Y/n) intertwined her arms behind his back as she buried her face in Peters chest. At that moment he could swear his heart skipped a beat.

Small, content sigh left his lips, as he returned the hug, pulling her even closer. Encircling her shoulders with his arms, Peter started to draw soothing circles on her lover back and gently stroked her long curls, resting his chin on (y/n) head. It felt good. Right. Like it was exactly the place he should’ve been in, pressed against her, caressing her delicate frame, holding close to his chest. And when quiet, almost happy sigh left her lips, his heart stopped for a second.

“Better?” he asked after awhile, his voice barely above whisper. (Y/n) nodded, her face still on his chest, arms a little tighter around his waist. Peter smiled behind his mask, but then – oh, of course in that moment – police sirens suddenly cut through air, caching their attention. He almost cursed.

(Y/n) sighed a little heavier this time, as she loosened her arms and brought back her head.

“It’s time for you, isn’t it?” she guessed, looking up at him.

“Yeah, duty calls” he confirmed, though he didn’t want to withdraw his hands just jet, lowering them to her hands.

“Superheroes life, right?” she joked, small sad undertone in it, but except that, she seemed in much better mood and there wasn’t even a trace of tears in her eyes like before. Peter knew he couldn’t leave it just like that.

“Yeah, but you know what? I’ll happily cuddle with you anytime you want, really, it’ll be my pleasure” he said quickly, at the same time jumping on the ledge and looking at her one last time before he had to go.

“Okey” she replied happily, wrapping her arms around herself. “Tomorrow, maybe? If you want, of course, it could be next week too or…”

“Tomorrow” he interrupted before she could back away from the idea entirely. “See you very soon, beautiful!” he shouted as he jumped from the edge and quickly shoot web to the other building, almost effortlessly swinging between them. He turned his head just once to see the awe clear on her face as she watched him go, and then he wanted to facepalm himself for his stupidity. Of course he didn’t ask for her name. And what she will think about him now?

“Congrats, Peter, you are clearly a genius.”

Sighing heavily, he swinged one last time and landed smoothly at the actual crime scene. He would ask tomorrow.

Yeah, tomorrow sounded great.  

Hello,
I don’t know how to begin…I’m Shanaya’s brother and I’m here to relay a message. Sort of. A lot of you might be wondering where Shanaya is and…it breaks my heart to say she passed away 4 days ago.

Unfortunately she had an accident while returning from work one day. This was her 2nd major accident in 7 years and its just so…..brutal. After being hospitalised for a week, she got better. The doctors said she wasn’t critical anymore but will need time to recover.

But i think…I think..she knew..she knew that she wouldn’t make it. I can’t even muster the courage to think how she might have felt in that moment. The day before she passed away, she asked for her phone and was on it for hours. I didn’t nag her for it..as I didn’t think much about it…as she was supposed to be getting better.. sunny was going back to school in few months!
She passed away on 26th May 2017 at 5.25am.

Yesterday, I was going through her contacts to let her colleagues and friends know and…I don’t know who she was close with.. I hope she met lovely people here. I thank you on behalf of our family for liking her, loving her. And request you to send a prayer for our family’s brightest member.
I can’t bring myself to delete something, she gave her time to make and nurture. Her blog will be a place for me to come too when i miss her.

Sunny was a very lovely child, very optimistic, very cheerful. I hope she gave a lot of good memories. I hope she floating somewhere in peace and looking over us, without pain.

Rest in peace, my little girl.

Thank you.
Shanaya’s family.

you know what I’m tired of

female action heroes ALWAYS have some sort of supernatural strength

and are skinny and unscarred and femme AF

and that erases a WHOLE lot of real life and glosses over very real misogyny 


What we learn is: no real woman could be stronger than a man without MAGIC

No real woman can have visible muscles or scarring

And thus, no real woman should actually engage in a combat sport or combat; we should see these pursuits only in fiction

NOT REAL LIFE

We shouldn’t see how they could be realistically attainable.


And that’s why I don’t like fantasy.

Before you name me exceptions to this rule (Brienne of Tarth, etc.) I want to emphasize that I’m talking about visual entertainment primarily. I’m talking about the literal IMAGES WE SEE. It’s FILM and TELEVISION that need to address this shit. Literature alone, I think, is actualy incapable of solving this problem because no matter how women are portrayed in writing, we consistently fuck up their onscreen iterations through unrealistic casting.

Mun stuff: Redbubble account!

((Hey, everyone! I normally don’t post personal stuff in my side blogs, but I’m in a bit of a financial bind.

As mentioned previously, stuff happened IRL that’s prevented me from updating my side blogs (lost my job basically). Currently, I’m sort of secured, but this might be a temporary thing. I’ve spent much of my time those past two weeks to provide these (with help from @mrnerdling~<3<3<3): 

I have my Redbubble account open in the hopes that I’ll get even just a little bit of income while I try to work out my RL problems. For now, I have the stars of @ask-iggylutz and @ask-thecoolestofcool posted in Redbubble, since the former is currently the most popular side blog I have, while the latter are characters I love and wanted to help spread the love for them. In time, I will be adding more characters into the gallery, and from other fandoms as well. I just ask for your patience in that.

I’d be immensely grateful if people could signal boost this post to spread the word, so that if there are people who are interested in buying, they would know about it. The link to my Redbubble account could be found on my main: @kooparings-art-stuff, in the blog description, as well as a direct link in the side bar (the last link I believe).

Thank you, and I hope you all have a great day!

anonymous asked:

Out of curiosity, as I've seen you mention the idea of compulsory heterosexuality before: Do you think that it's something that a trans girl can also experience, or do you think that for them an experience of a similar effect would be caused by something else (like, some sort of internalised transmisogyny, etc.)?

i’m not a trans woman, so i can’t speak for that experience, but my instinct is to say absolutely yes since often trans women are pressured to date men to be seen as “real” women

A hell of a diamond theory

OKAY SO THIS IS WILD BUT HEAR ME OUT IF YOU CAN. 
Idk if anyone else has noticed this but if you have a minute please read

of course there are spoilers for “Wanted” so I’ll put this under a read more

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Sickness & Health || Matty Healy Oneshot

Word Count: 2,045
Summary: Matty gets sick with the flu while away on tour, and you are called in by Adam to help tend to him.
Author’s Note: Wrote this at 2am and made myself super happy with how fluffy this gets. Please feel free to send more requests here! Also, be sure to throw in a like or comment if you liked it! I love seeing feedback from you all. Enjoy! 

“Hey, we have a problem.”

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Heheee ~
Omg I love ur blog ! 🙌
But, I have a question… do you ship Masky and Toby ? 😮 have a nice day/night ♡


Benhasdrowned: (Hi!! Ohmygods did you draw these??? They’re so GOOD!!!! HOW DOES ONE DRAW SO WELL??? Thank you so much, I’m so glad you like it!! I sort of do! I mainly ship Masky x Hoody but I have shipped Masky x Toby in the past! You too, thanks so much!)

Dear SC,

I’m glad we’re in agreement about PLvsAA too (though maybe not so dramatically), and I liked the bonus episodes as well, especially how they presented the puzzles that had been discarded from the game in such a creative way.  There’s one last thing I’d like to praise the game for, and that’s the multiple-witness testimonies.  These not only made the cross examinations more interesting; they also threw in a new objective – finding where the witnesses’ statements contradict each other, in addition to where they contradict the evidence.

I see what you mean about the plot twists in Layton Brothers.  My predictions about each case seem to be getting less accurate as I go.  I wish I had the same confidence as the “Prof.”

I’d love to know what kind of math he’s using to reach those conclusions.

And I might have overreacted a little about my identity being discovered, but it’s not because I’m wanted for anything.  I was just sort of embarrassed that I hadn’t taking any measures to keep that a secret, since I’d already mentioned in a previous letter that I wouldn’t be disclosing anything about myself.  I guess it’s not entirely my fault, though…  It’s the internet.

Dear Layton Fan,

This almost makes me glad I haven’t played any of the Layton series yet – I didn’t see the ending coming either, but I thought it was awesome how they kept the truth a secret until the very end.  I can understand why it would be disappointing for Layton fans if they’re used to a different style of foreshadowing, but that’s the kind of game (or book or movie, for that matter) that I enjoy – one that keeps me guessing about what’s really going on until I’ve made it to the end.

I probably won’t watch the movie, since movies and shows based on video games tend to be either somewhat disappointing or flat-out disturbing for fans of the games from my experience, but I’m definitely itching to see what sort of adventures Professor Layton and his young apprentice discover in their series.

-The Co-Mod

P.S. My apologies for posting this a little later than usual, as well as for the recent pause in the flow of letters.  I’ve been away from home for the past few days, and have just barely had the time to keep the queue full.  I’ll try to prepare better for that next time.

P.P.S. ATEEEEEEEENSHUN!!

anonymous asked:

which of the Dark!bois would you choose as a zombie apocalypse partner?

Ohhhh, I love these sorts of questions, I’m a big fan of the walking dead and Z nation!! 

Hmm, personally I’d choose…probably either Gear or Anti. 
The two, in their own right, are quite cunning so they’d be useful in negotiating with other people. Though the whole Cyborg thing might be a bit intimidating to people. 
Buuut I think Anti might be a bit unstable around people.

Gear would be very knowledgeable in the category of surviving and probably know how to hunt and scavenge and build. 
Not to mention his sensors would detect any dead walking around. Keeping me safe, because fuck sleeping outside when the undead are around.

I’d choose Anti because he could be both very grounded in the situation and also a little humorous. And I think having someone like that would be good. 
Not to mention he could power things up with his abilities and distract any dead from getting too close.

And I made word count today!  I’m sort of wary of my prose, since it feels a little off to me, but that could just be the flashback POV (13-year-old Hera).

Snippet from Hera flashback 18.

Hera hesitated for a moment at the foot of the stairs, curiosity warring with her desire to have nothing to do with it, then took a step forward and almost tripped over Chopper.

Hera caught herself with one hand on his dome as he warbled at her in irritation.  She hissed back at him to be quiet and was about to ask what he was doing out before giving it up as a lost cause.  She knew he didn’t like powering down completely if he could avoid it; he had probably heard the shouting all the way from Hera’s workshop and come out to investigate the source.  Chopper had never had much control over his own impulses.

“You’re supposed to stay in the workshop at night,” Hera whispered to him.  “Not wandering around in the garden.”

He replied that it wasn’t just the garden.

“If my father sees you, you’ll get a restraining bolt for sure,” Hera warned; in response Chopper told her that if he was stupid enough to get caught, then he deserved it. Besides, she could always take it off in the morning.

anonymous asked:

How did you do to lose so many pounds? Help me pls. Could you give me tips?

I exercise every other day plus have low-cal intake throughout the week and allow myself a binge-day of sorts on Saturdays I’m also on supplements which I’ve posted on here that help with your appetite which I’ve been on for about two weeks which have helped a lot with losing inches. When I get home I can post my inch stats on my arms, chest, waist, and hips. And the only tips I can really give is to exercise at a healthy rate, eat right, and if you can’t find any progress in the areas you want to lose weight look to places where you wouldn’t think of like your wrists, neck, face, ankles, etc. Weight tends to lose from the place you gained last. I hope this helped hon xx Stay Safe 🌸💜