new guys = yes

Milton Lawrence “Millie” Murray
June 29, 1888- December 24, 1917

Often described as the greatest playwright  of the twentieth century. His career, though short lived, produced 4 plays that have touched and moved audiences throughout the world for almost a century. The author who died at the age of 29 was shot in the head by a former collegue who broke into his apartment after escaping from prison.To celebrate the 100th Anniversary of his death , a play that tells the author’s life story will be shown in MLM Theatre on Christmas Eve.

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Scavenger Hunt

Stiles/Derek, T, 2500 words, Meet Cute AU

Written for the following prompt:

“i picked up your bag at the airport but i can’t find your number so i’m about to embark on the largest scavenger hunt of all time by using your strange belongings to track you down” au

“Honey, I’m home!” Stiles calls out as he wrestles his roll bag over their entry mat.

“That’s still not funny,” Scott says, without looking up from his textbook.

“Once again, we disagree.”

Scott snorts. “How was the trip?”

“Fine,” he says, plopping down right in the middle of the living room to start unpacking. “Typical conference. Some sessions were actually interesting, most were boring as shit.”

Scott hums, already absorbed again in his reading. Stiles reaches for the zipper on his suitcase but then freezes—this is definitely the same brand as his suitcase, but he doesn’t remember this extra zippered pocket on the top.

“Oh, shit.”


Stiles grimaces. “I’m pretty sure this isn’t my suitcase. Goddamn it.”

Scott finally looks up, frowning. “Shit, really? How’d you manage that?”

“It was a redeye,” Stiles says, running a hand through his hair. “I was exhausted, in fucking LaGuardia, and I was just trying to get out of there as fast as humanly possible.”

“Is there a name on it? Are you sure it’s not yours?”

“Pretty sure,” Stiles says, feeling around the sides for the pocket. He sighs when he pulls out the little card and sees that it’s blank. “Motherfucker. This is definitely not my suitcase because I’m actually smart enough to put my name on it.”

“Sorry, man,” Scott says sympathetically as Stiles falls back on the rug with an anguished groan.

“What the hell am I supposed to do now?”

“Open it,” Scott suggests. “Maybe there’s something with their name on it.”

Stiles fiddles with the zipper. He’s nosy as hell, in general, and normally he’d be jumping at the chance to rifle through someone else’s personal belongings. But… 

“What if there’s like, dead bodies in there or something?” he asks, and Scott just stares at him for a second. Stiles rolls his eyes—that’s a perfectly valid concern. Or maybe he watches too many police procedurals, whatever. “Okay, fine.”

Stiles holds his breath as he slowly unzips the suitcase, but nothing happens when he lets the top part flop back onto their crappy, threadbare rug. There’s a Dodgers hat on top, and Stiles grimaces. “Well, they have shitty taste in baseball teams.”

He sets the hat carefully aside and keeps digging. The person is neat, whoever they are, because everything is folded, and all the dirty clothes are even all contained in their own zippered bag. At first glance, there’s nothing too out of the ordinary—phone charger, American Gods, Calvin Klein briefs. Fancy, he thinks. There’s a monogrammed leather toiletry bag (DSH, he commits those initials to memory), and he pokes through it.

“I’m gonna make an educated guess that it’s a guy.”

“Why’s that?” Scott says, finally looking somewhat interested in this mystery.

Stiles holds up an electric razor. “And that he’s maybe not totally straight,” he says, brandishing a little bottle of lube that’s about three-quarters full.

Scott rolls his eyes. “Lots of people use lube.”

“Yeah, but do you travel with it?” Stiles counters, and Scott sighs.

“No,” he admits. “Did you find anything with his actual name on it?”

“Not yet,” Stiles says absently. He continues to rifle through the bag until he’s pretty sure he has his plan of attack. “Okay. I’m gonna find out who it is,” he says with a determined nod, and Scott frowns.

“How? This is New York City! There are literally millions of dudes here.”

“It’ll be like a real-life scavenger hunt,” Stiles says dreamily, ignoring Scott as he carefully lays his three chosen items out on the coffee table. “This is awesome.”

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Your eyes stole all my words away…

feel free to use these icons if you like them !! likes and reblogs would be appreciated tho:(

i-am-not-the-real-alice  asked:

You and Bucky would always talk about adopting a dog together and discuss it regularly. You even went to a shelter a few times, but nothing came out of it. But one day, Bucky came home to you with a chill German Shepherd named Dino. He expected you to be mad, but you weren't, as Dino now became your fluffy, canine son.

I just love how much of a dog dad Bucky would be 

and I imagine he would do something like this 

Fluffy Friday™

Sam Riegel: Breaks our hearts with a terrible argument and goodbye from Scanlan.

Sam Riegel: Pulls Prince Charming from Shrek out two seconds later.

Sam Riegel: “How was that you guys? Do you like the new character?”

Fandom: *rolling up sleeves* “Yes Sam” *cracking knuckles* “Yes” *pulling out various weapons* “We really do.”

hey, do you like musical theatre? how about gay characters? catchy songs? then pay attention yo

so there’s this musical called A New Brain by William Finn (yes, the guy who wrote the Marvin Trilogy) and it’s just as wonderful as those three musicals!!

the basic plot is there’s this guy named gordon schwinn who is a songwriter for a man named Mr. Bungee, who runs a children’s show where Mr. Bungee dresses as a frog. he’s stressed because he has a deadline for two songs that Mr. Bungee wants to use on his show that he just can’t seem to abide to. he meets up with his agent, rhoda, and ends up collapsing. the rest of his musical has to do with him dealing with his illness and his thoughts about how he doesn’t want to die before he can get music out to the world.

the actual songs in this musical are so amazing (i mean, william finn made them, what do you expect?) they can be dancey (Mother’s Gonna Make Things Fine and Brain Dead), sad (A Really Lousy Day In The Universe), funny (You Boys Are Gonna Get Me In Such Trouble and The Homeless Lady’s Revenge) and so much more!! 

so please, do yourself a favor and listen to this amazing musical! you can hear the original cast recording here which is amazing, or the Encores! version from 2015 on spotify

Even tho i AM interested in being w/ someone, theres so much weight to the word ‘marriage’, going from 0 to 100 feels weird. my sister has been texting me ppl to try and get to know but i get cold feet before i even try


Okay but I hit up two major Hobbit and LOTR shooting locations while visiting New Zealand and let me just say that I can now die happy

white friend: hey look at this new guy i’m talking to!! :) isn’t he cute??? 

me: ……………… yes! I, am so happy for you.