my first 50!!!!

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

DROP THE MAMBO (ft. Lance)  ► animation meme ᕦ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)ᕤ

mambo was created in cuba
lance is cuban
and his hips never lie

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“Don’t trap me inside walls
Where I can’t see, no
If you won’t have me, then let me go”

BMC 50′s AU

this is also a callout to the BMC discord chat

This just a first draft and introduction to the AU, there is a LOT more
The Clique (Jeremy, Chloe, Brooke, and Jenna):
-Jeremy works at a soda shop with Chloe, it’s how they met and how he got into the clique
-Brooke works at a Carhop and is boss at roller skates
-Jenna doesn’t really have a job, she’s always busy with the school paper, but she’ll cover Jeremy’s shifts sometimes
-Chloe has a car and usually drives them everywhere

The Gang (Michael, Christine, Rich, and Jake):
-Michael works at an arcade
-He’s the one that fixes the machines and the jukebox
-Christine works at a candy shop
-Jake works at a record store (he always alerts Michael of new releases)
-Rich is a gas station attendant and he’s damn good at his job
-Michael and Jake have cars (Michael’s has a tendency to break down)
-Rich and Christine have motorbikes (Rich’s looks like it’s gonna fall apart)
-aro/ace mom friend Christine
-she can dead lift Rich
-basically the leader of the gang
-the boys are pretty sure she’s killed a man (of kindness or just in general)

-when the au starts, Jeremy and Michael have met before or at least know of each other
-but they actually start to notice the other
-michael finds every excuse to go to the soda shop
-“jake broke his legs? well guess i gotta get a milkshake!”
-michael just really wants to get to know jeremy
-he’s only like half crushing
-mainly just interested in this tall (adorable) boy
-jeremy starts to recognize michael as a regular at the soda shop
-he starts to memorize his order
-give him stuff on the house
-talk to him while he’s making stuff or cleaning
-and they become friends
-michael gets to know the other members of the clique when chloe is working, brooke stops by, and when jenna covers for jeremy
-Jeremy meets the gang because 2 loud obnoxious guys wasting the ketchup tends to draw attention.
-when he meets Chris he gets flustered cause she’s hella adorable and she’s so sweet and asks him questions about himself and it’s Chris.
-he’s also terrified of her cause he saw that time she decked Rich
-the groups don’t really merge much
-they’ve at least all been introduced
-jenna just knows all their shit
-but the girls do steal away christine sometimes and send jer with the gang
-this is how jeremy starts seeing michael outside of work and school
-also how he learns about rich and jake
-he knows they have dated girls before so he was a lil confused when he found out they were dating
-they aren’t obnoxiously open about their relationship in public
-but once they are hanging out at michael’s they start doing cutesie shit

To be continued

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Members of the Black family and their history seem to have made a tradition of naming their children after stars and constellations.

Also known as the “Dog Star”, reflecting its prominence in its constellation, Canis Majoris, Sirius is derived from the Ancient Greek, meaning “glowing” or “scorcher.”

Regulus is the brightest star in the constellation Leo, and is Latin for ‘prince’ or 'little king’. In Babylonian astrology, Regulus is listed as Lugal, meaning “the star that stands in the breast of the Lion: the King.”

anonymous asked:

Who is your favorite character in attack on titan? why? did you like them from when you first started watching the show? or did they come in later? Who is your least favorite (out of the main cast)? Why? you've probably answered this already. sorry.

I have answered this in various ways, but I don’t mind doing it again. My favorite character, without hesitation, is this guy:

Erwin Smith wasn’t always my favorite. For the first 50 chapters that honor went to Hange Zoe. But in Utgard, when Erwin escaped the jaws of a titan and continued on to rescue Eren, I started paying attention. 

It wasn’t his total badassery that got me–it was his humility afterwards. Erwin didn’t think his act was extraordinary. What was one arm when others had given so much? 

I think his humility is further reflected in the people he surrounded himself with. A thug from the underground, an unhinged mad scientist, and freak with a nose is how outsiders would view Levi, Hange and Mike. And yet Erwin made those people his most trusted comrades. He elevated them to positions of power regardless of how outsiders would view it. He simply didn’t judge people. When a fifteen year old boy with bright ideas ended up in his military, he sat the kid down at the planning table and listened to his ideas. He made others listen to him as well

I’m going to mention one more thing I love about Erwin. There are a lot of people in this story with tragic pasts. Erwin Smith is no exception. As a boy, his father was killed for getting close to the truth. Worse, Erwin’s own actions served as the catalyst. What’s remarkable about Erwin, what makes him different from say Grisha, Zeke and Eren, is that didn’t become blind with rage. He wasn’t filled with a need for vengeance. He never became bitter or resentful. 

Erwin Smith never lost his faith in humanity. He never stopped believing in those around him. The only person Erwin ever lost faith in was himself.

My least favorite character of the main cast is probably Eren Jaeger. I don’t dislike Eren. I just like everyone else better. Ducks and runs.  

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                     osman & meleksima in every episode:  1x22   fraternal feud :  
                             “ 
you are more beautiful than I could ever imagine. 

Turning 50 Means Finally Accepting That You’ll Probably Never Be Activated As An Unstoppable Rogue Agent

This year, I turned 50 years old. As I celebrated with friends, family, and my incredible children, I found myself reflecting on my past and considering my future, the choices I’d made and the roads not taken. And in closing that chapter of my life, I realized something important: Turning 50 means finally accepting that you’ll probably never be activated as an unstoppable rogue agent.

And you know what? That’s okay.

As a young man entering adulthood, I remember feeling like my potential was infinite. Would I be attacked at my stifling day job by masked men and somehow take them all out with just a staple gun? Black out watching TV and snap back into consciousness to find myself sprinting across the top of a bullet train? Would I pick up the phone one day, hear a voice rasp “Virgo Rising,” and suddenly remember all 71 of my confirmed kills as an asset of the Erebus Foundation? It seemed like a matter of time before the world would take note of my talents and give me my due, or send the very protégé I’d trained to liquidate me once and for all.

But growing older meant facing reality, bit by bit trading the lives I’d imagined for the life I was actually living. Every time I checked my balance at an ATM without a conditioning-activating trigger word flashing across the screen was a reminder that ambition had its limits. Every time I was mugged without me effortlessly snapping the thief’s wrist with reflexes I never knew I had, I had to acknowledge that it probably wouldn’t happen the next time, either. And as my body got stiffer and my mind more stubborn, the prospect of discovering a cache of fake passports and experimental handguns behind a false panel in my freezer began to seem, more than anything, like a hassle.

As time goes on, though, you come to realize that living the life you’ve built is more than a fair trade for never putting a bullet between the eyes of the Russian scientist who made you a living weapon. It turns out those youthful fantasies of fame, glory, and an entire control room realizing they’ve tracked your signal to their own building just can’t compare to the joy of your daughter’s laughter, or the satisfaction of a hard-won promotion. And while I may never kiss the only woman who claims to know everything they took from me, our knives at each other’s throats, I still get to wake up every morning next to my wife of 25 years, who is just as beautiful as the day I met her.

I’ve made a lot of memories in my 50 years, and while they may not have huge, unaccountable gaps triggered by a Frank Sinatra song, they’re mine, and I cherish them. Of course, I’ve considered the possibility that my whole easygoing-family-man identity is an implanted persona with false memories, a reward for years of bloody loyalty to the Ghost State. But until a council member attempts a coup and sends a Seraph squad of my own clones after me to clean up loose ends, what difference does it really make?

Now that I’ve made peace with my first 50 years, I can look forward to the next 50 without bitterness over never waking up speaking Mandarin or writing in Cyrillic without even realizing it. I’m sure life’s still got surprises up its sleeve for me, and even if my hidden past never destroys my hope for a future, I can’t wait to see what they are.

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Drinny | After the Battle

Voldemort’s lifeless body fell with a thud, the most ridiculously normal sound of the night reserved for the wizard responsible for the mass destruction around him.

While a cheer erupted through the Great Hall, Ginny stared at that body, chest heaving in disbelief. Fred had died tonight. So had Colin. Remus and Tonks’s prone bodies rested side by side just behind her, and Voldemort was just there. Dead. He could no longer pay for what he’d done. There was no justice to be had.

She stared, chest heaving, her disbelief an ache buried in her heart. Voldemort. Dead. The wizard whose soul had once seduced her with friendship and possessed her eleven-year-old body was gone. Just like that. Just like… Fred and Colin and Remus and Tonks. Mortal. Human. Neither a god, nor a lord.

The audience that had witnessed the final duel between Harry and He Who Must Not Be Named swarmed the center of the hall, converging on their savior, but Ginny, confused by mortality, wasn’t glad. She couldn’t celebrate. People she loved were dead and the man responsible for it had just been a man, a man like any other. So much so he had even died like one.

What had she been expecting? A flash of light? For his body to disintegrate into dust and float away on the wind? For a demon to loosen itself from the corpse and begin attacking anew?

She didn’t know, but this wasn’t it. This wasn’t what she wanted.

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