of course dave of course

underappreciated musicals:

  • ghost quartet
  • preludes
  • hadestown
  • hero, a song from ghost quartet but is so good it deserves a spot
  • dave malloy musicals (like ghost quartet)
  • murder ballad
  • hey speaking of murder ballads
  • ghost quartet has some of those

Noel Fielding as white blood cell does some green screen action whilst Julian Barratt gives naked encouragement. Journey to centre of the punk ep.

please do not remove: photo credit - Dave Brown {x

  • Rimmer: Here I am, minding my own business, and someone thinks it's funny to throw a book at me.
  • Lister: But, it can't hurt if someone throws something at you. I mean, it would just go right through you.
  • Rimmer: Sure! Let's all throw books at Rimmer, because he can't feel it! Ten points if you get it through his stomach! Fifty points if it goes through his head!
Backstage - Part 1

Prompt: It’s opening night for Hamilton and your life l long friend, Daveed, asked you to come and who are you to refuse. After the show, he takes you backstage and things get… heated ;)

Pairing: Daveed/Lafayette x Reader

A/N: An anon requested a fanfic like this though they asked for NSFW. The intro was a little long though I liked how it turned out so I decided to split this up to two parts in case anyone wanted to read the safe version. Another anon asked for something similar but now quite, so if you would still like a separate fanfiction for just NSFW Lafayette, hit me up again. Besides that, enjoy!

Backstage - Part 2 *NSFW*

Originally posted by diggstrash

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You were working on the last of your work when a skype call starts ringing on your laptop. Looking at the name, you saw your childhood’s best friend calling. Sitting up a little straighter, you fix your shirt and comb through your hair with your fingers quickly. Taking a deep breath, you press answer and a smile appears on your lips once Daveed’s face pop up on your screen.

“There she is!” Daveed smiled hugely at you. From where he was, you could tell he was on his bed propped up on his elbow.

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The True Reality

Hi. Another chapter began this year and college is quite blurry to such way I’m so confused about what truly my passion is. My college is going to farewell sooner and I badly hope next month is March, so it will. It’s still July and there are eight more months awaiting for me to suffer. Little does everyone know I dislike my course; I’m obliged to stress myself because may be, that’s how my profession works. Erg. I so disagree of the term ‘profession’ because it exasperatingly just sounds more of an obligation for me in order to be stressed. Time to time I’m changing my mind of transferring to another field, honestly. I’m failing slowly and too indolent to maintain my stand under the field. But who knows? may be I’ll become the richest person worldwide ten years from now.

Last July 17, 2017 was the first day of our pre-deployment internship. The long wait’s finally over and I’m probably rolling the drum now if I have one but since I don’t, I’m left only with a smile, probably with a thought of satisfaction about what the day had offered me a better gratifying achievement. 

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