oh god i love this women

Some of the best things I’ve heard in Heathers rehearsal so far:

  • “Oh no! My shirt, where’d it go?” followed by really slow and awkward finger guns
  • “Free pizza, and we don’t even have to buy it a pussy!”
  • “Those stupid tree thumpers”
  • *dramatically pirouettes and leaps in* “BIG SWORDFIGHT IN HER MOUTHHH”
  • “Aww that seems like a relationship that would last.” “Yeah until one of them blows up” “I guess you could say their love is….. explosive”
  • *Our choreographer screaming like one of those sheep used in parodies back in vintage youtube days whenever she gets frustrated or needs to get people’s attention.*
  • “So you’re going to do a Jesus lift” “A WHAT” “Just put your arms out and they’ll lift you like you’re Jesus resurrecting from the cross”
  • “Welcome to Newsies on steroids.”
  • “Be the closeted gay we all need.”
  • “The first step to any good plan is murder.”
  • “How much bitch is enough bitch though?”
  • “Imagine having to explain to someone like ““oh how’d you break your tailbone?” ““Oh I booty-popped too hard.”” 
  • “When we go off to makeover Veronica, can she still have the monocle, but, hear me out, it’s now bedazzled.”
  • “I have to check the historical accuracy of bedazzling in the ‘80s.”
  • “Okay, but what if we made it gay?”
  • “COSTUME NOTE: SOMEONE MAKE RAM PARTY SLIPPERS!” “What if they’re like bunny slippers, but with tiny party hats?!”
  • “This is Ram, he’s not very nice, but somehow my best friend still wants to fuck him.”
  • “Your whole bio better be about how much you love and respect women or else I can’t help you when your ass is being kicked.”
  • “I paired you guys together because you say he’s your sort of boyfriend later.” *Kurt proceeds to emark in various sexual dance endeavors with multiple other women* “That’s where the sort of comes into play….”
  • “SHUT UP HEATHER” *bursts out crying*
  • Our original Chandler dropped out so our original Duke got promoted to her role and just looks at me and says “Oh my god this is the most Heather Duke thing that has ever happened to me”
  • “That’s a school cheer?!?!”
  • “Real question: WHO HAS A FUCKING LOCK ON THEIR CLOSET?”
  • “What if when she makes you spit up the pills, your wig flies off?” “Oh no you’ve discovered the real reason behind my crisis, I AM NOT A NATURAL BLONDE”
  • “Maybe he should take up knitting or something as a hobby rather than therapedic murder.”
  • “The saddest thing is that’s not even 3rd base”
  • “Veronica, you’re soaking wet!” *cue our assistant stage manager loosing her shit*
  • “My character description is just internal screaming.”
  • “Who needs a dance partner when you have weed?”
  • “I feel bad having to ask but was that supposed to be a dick joke?”
  • “Do I get extra points if one of the pills hits someone in the face?”
  • “I can’t remember the lyrics but I’m pretty sure I’m still gay”
  • “Why didn’t they just throw the bomb and run or something, like why are they so determined to die?” 
  • *recites Blue Reprise as demonic slam poetry because we didn’t have rehearsal tracks yet*  
  • “Veronica, it’s not a phase. I’m just naturally a slightly psychotic bag of angst with great hair.”
  • *music director teaching us Blue* ”They’ll curl up on your face. And purr like-” *slowly looks up from music and proceeds to put his head in his hands* “There’s moments that I evaluate my life and this is definitely one of them.”

And we’re still about 3 weeks from tech week

10 Ways You Can Support Black Women

1. Stop slandering our natural features. Stop with the dark skin jokes. Stop with the natural hair jokes. Stop dehumanizing black women for our features. Black women–especially young black girls–internalize these “jokes” and grow to sincerely hate their blackness. Cut it out.

2. Respect our choices. All of them. You don’t have to like it but you need to respect it. If we choose to wear our natural hair, respect it. If we choose to wear weave, respect it. Stop chastising us for the choices we make for ourselves. Stop policing how we choose to live our lives. Let us be great. Gahdamn.

3. Stop with the respectability politics. You can’t say you love black women and then pick and choose which black women you’ll respect based on your standards. You still give a black woman respect regardless of how she chooses to live her life. You respect all black women because we are human just like you, not just the ones who wear natural hair, listen to erykah badu and shit.

4. No means no. If you approach a black woman and she says she’s not interested, oh my fucking god, my nigga, just leave her alone. Move on. Let it go. Please do not persist. Take the rejection gracefully. Don’t call her out name, don’t follow her, don’t assault her. Let her be. She doesn’t owe you an explanation. Her “no” is enough and you will deal my friend. 

5. LISTEN. Bruh, when black women are telling you something you’re doing is harming them, can you put your ego aside and just L I S T E N. Why is that your first reaction is to get defensive? If you love black women like you say you do, wouldn’t you want to know when you’re doing something harmful to them? Stop getting defensive every time a black woman calls out your misogynoir. Stop brushing that off as “bashing black men.” Stop calling black women “shea butter bitches” for calling out how you harm black women. Black women are just asking for empathy at the end of the day. That’s the least you can do.

6. Stop slut-shaming. Stop shaming black women for their sexuality. Stop calling black women “thots” and all kinds of hoes because her sex life is something YOU disagree with or because she presents herself in a way that conflicts with YOUR standards. Someone’s sexuality has nothing to do with you and you don’t have the right to police what a woman does with her body. Stop reducing a black woman’s worth because you don’t like what she does with HER body.

7. Understand that our identity intersects. Stop telling black women they have to “pick a side.” Black women aren’t black men or white women’s “side kicks.” We are our own people with our own unique struggle that, yes, may have similarities to BM’s and WW’s struggles, but is not identical to theirs. We are black and we are women. You can’t be an ally to black women and not be intersectional when our existence is the epitome of intersectionality. Black women don’t just experience racial violence, we experience gender violence as well. Stop insisting that we have to divide our identity down the middle to suit you.

8. Say something when you see black women being attacked. When you see black women being harassed online and offline, do something. Ya’ll gotta start holding each other accountable. Stop @-ing me telling me how terrible it is that I’m being attacked. @ ole dude who’s attacking me. Tell them to stop. Have my back. Intervene in the best possible way you can. Stop allowing the violence against black women to persist right in front of your eyes.

9. Please kill the “strong black woman” narrative. Placing this title on us constantly, denies us humanity. Black women aren’t allowed to be vulnerable like everyone else. We’re constantly told be strong or we’re written off as only angry and bitter. We’re told how we’re suppose to feel and how to respond to violence against us. Black women are humans. We laugh, we cry, we smile. We can’t be your idea of “strong” all the time.

10. Show up for black women. Black women consistently show up for everyone else but when it comes time for us, hardly anyone is there to be found. Police brutality doesn’t just happen to black men. Recognize it. Know the names of the many black female victims of state violence. Know their stories. Share their stories. Fight for them like you fight for Eric Garner, Tamir Rice, and Sean Bell. Fight for black women like black women fight for you. Organize and show up for black women. Stop leaving us hanging. Stop expecting our support and giving us little to none in return.

Dating Diana Prince Would Include...

Anonymous requested:  Dating Diana prince would include, please? Thank you!

  • You being the first human she was ever attracted to
  • Finding her strange and mysterious, and doing everything you can to learn more about her
  • Diana awkwardly asking you out on a date, because in Themyscira people didn’t go on dates
  • “Would you… like to go on an outing with me? To get food?” “Are you asking me out on a date?” “Yes, I believe so.”
  • An amazing first date planned by Diana - which included horses, picnics, and a beautiful view
  • Diana expecting you to be surprised when she told you she was Wonder Woman, but you had a hunch she was Wonder Woman from the start.
  • Her letting you try on her armor
  • And thinking you look totally hot in it
  • Slow, gentle kisses
  • But hot, passionate sex
  • Diana teaching you how to defend yourself 
  • Constantly worrying about each other
  • Freaking out when she tells you about the Justice League
  • “You’re working with Batman! And the Flash! Oh my god, can I meet them?” “You sound like Barry.”
  • Diana doesn’t like to admit it, but she loves cuddling
  • Lots of late night talks
  • Her telling you stories about Themyscira
  • Not being afraid of PDA
  • And, if any homophobes gave you any nasty looks or dirty comments, Diana wouldn’t let them get away without a lecture
  • “Where I’m from, women only date women! Get your head out of your ass!”
  • Thinking her accent is adorable
  • Braiding each other’s hair
  • Diana being afraid to save “I love you” for the first time, but once she says it, she can’t go an hour without telling you
  • Just an all around loving, trusting relationship

i don’t think michonne gets much recognition from the fandom as a whole for how strong she is. and i don’t mean in a physical/she’s a warrior goddess way. i mean mentally and emotionally. the women on this show get praised so much (rightfully so) for how strong they are after losing people but never michonne… they all lost siblings, parents, lovers. but yall… michonne lost her BABY. i cannot even imagine the pain. the mother child bond is so strong. there’s no other love like it imo. no love as powerful. ik we don’t know what happened exactly but imagine. she wanted to protect him and couldn’t. can you imagine the guilt and pain she felt? and most likely still feels? and the feeling of emptiness and loss? oh my god. i’m so happy rick has finally found his soulmate in her. but i’m even happier for michonne. she’s not only found her soulmate, but someone to confide in and mourn with. someone to be vulnerable and let go with. she’s found comfort in judith and carl, and in turn they’ve gotten that much needed maternal love back in their lives. this shit is just so beautiful and they all fit together like a puzzle it makes me cry.

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Requested by: Anonymous
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Pairing: Reader x Bucky
Word Count: 1.2K
Warnings: Period talk, fluff

A/N: I wasn’t sure if this was exactly a request, but I laughed at the ask and couldn’t resist writing a oneshot about it!

A sharp stabbing pain in your lower abdomen jerks you from sleep. Before you can let out a low groan of pain, a high pitched shriek pierces your ears, emanating from behind you. Snapping your head around, you see your boyfriend staring at your bed sheets in horror.

“Buck?” you say, wondering what was so horrifying it made him scream like a school child,

“Oh god, doll,” Bucky’s head snaps up and his eyes meet yours. In the blink of an eye he’s navigated his way around the bed and is kneeling in front of you, “Oh god, what happened?”

Your brows knit together in confusion as you watch him extend and retract his hand from your body, like he wanted to touch you but was scared to, “What’re you-?”

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anonymous asked:

- [x] Prompt for Maggie feeling guilty about Alex being captured and tortured (cause she was the reason Kara left and Alex followed) and being distant; meaning like she sleeps on the couch so that she doesn't hurt Alex or anything

She should have kept her mouth shut.

She should have kept her mouth shut and let Alex’s nervous laughter, nervous “he doesn’t know what he’s talking about” be the last word on the subject.

She should have swallowed her frustration that her girlfriend’s sister destroyed the effort she’d put in, the energy she’d spent, the tears she’d fought against shedding, for seventeen hours.

Seventeen hours talking them down, seventeen hours playing the therapist no one had ever played for her, seventeen hours forcing herself to empathize – really, really empathize – with men who had their guns trained at the heads of defenseless people.

But they were at dinner, all together.

So it shouldn’t matter.

Her job wasn’t about ego. It shouldn’t be about ego. She should have let it go. She should have kept her damn mouth shut.

But she didn’t.

She didn’t, so now instead of Rick Malverne waiting futilely in that elevator, instead of Rick Malverne having to go home empty-handed – instead of Rick Malverne getting to kidnap and torture her girlfriend, this woman that she… this woman that she can’t live without – instead of all that, instead of making him wait another night, instead of, maybe, giving them all a chance to realize something was off, to realize that they were being stalked…

Now, Alex had been… 

Alex had nearly drowned. 

Alex had sliced her own damn arm open with her own damn credit card, and Alex had…

And it was all her fault. It was all her fault, because she couldn’t keep her damn mouth shut.

She couldn’t keep her mouth shut, and she got into it with Kara, and now?

Now, Alex swears she’s fine, and now, Alex swears she’s almost entirely healed, and now, Alex has told her that she loves her, that she wants to have all those firsts with her, she loves her, she loves her, she loves her…

But she shouldn’t.

She shouldn’t, because if she’d just kept her stupid mouth shut, maybe Alex wouldn’t have had to go through what she went through. 

Because Alex swears she’s fine, that it’s in the past, but J’onn knows better.

He’s keeping her on desk duty, and even though Alex rages and swears that desk duty is the worst possible thing for her recovery, Maggie is secretly grateful.

Secretly grateful, if for no other reason than – ironically – desk duty keeps Alex at the DEO later. More paperwork to sift through, and she’s so antsy that she’s slow at it.

Because there’s so much else she wants to be doing.

Like sleeping with Maggie. Both literally sleeping – cuddling and the like – and metaphorically sleeping – fucking and the like.

Alex wants all these things, and she’s making it very clear, but Maggie?

All she can see when she looks at the woman she loves more than she’s every loved anything or anyone is her body, floating, bubbles slipping out of her lips. 

All she can see when she looks at Alex is her own screaming guilt.

So she’s grateful that Alex is on desk duty. It’ll force her to let her body heal, and it brings her home later.

It brings her home later, and Maggie can pretend to be asleep on the couch.

Pretend, of course, because there’s no way in hell she will ever sleep again without knowing exactly where Alex is.

Because dammit, that was her fault, too. 

How could she have gone to the gym and blown off steam before downing a few shots of scotch and just falling asleep? Without hearing from Alex? Because sure, she was with Kara, but Alex usually checked in. How could she have…

Another thing that was her fault.

Another way that what Rick Malverne did was her fault.

And, maybe, too, if he hadn’t seen Alex with Maggie so much… maybe if he hadn’t seen the way Maggie looks at her, the way Maggie touches her hand when they’re walking down the street… maybe he wouldn’t have had quite so much rage about the whole situation.

Maybe he wouldn’t have tortured Alex quite so much.

So she pretends she’s asleep until she hears Alex come home. Pretends she’s asleep and fights not to sob when she hears Alex kick off her shoes and sigh at the sight of her girlfriend, and pull a blanket over her and adjust her head on the pillow.

She pretends so that she won’t have to ask how her day was. So she won’t have to look across the room, across the table, across the pillow, at this woman – this perfect damn woman – and see her dead, suffering, dying, a thousand ways over.

All her fault.

She pretends and she draws back and she doesn’t want to be distant – god, all she wants to do is feel Alex’s blood rushing through her veins, hear Alex’s heart beat steady and solid under her ear, all she wants to do is crush Alex’s lips with her own and… and… – but she has to be distant. She has to be.

Because she hurt Alex once.

God, god, god, she can’t hurt her again.

And the closer she is, the more she’ll hurt her.

As always.

It’s not until Kara shows up at the precinct, all baby blue collared shirt and beige pants, the next week at lunch time that Maggie realizes that maybe, by pulling away, she’s hurting Alex all the more.

“Detective,” Kara greets, the truce between them real, but the truce between them riddled with fragility and pain.

“Hey Kara,” she looks up from her desk – she’s got her own endless stack of paperwork to combat – and she grins lopsidedly. Cautiously. “Need a source on something?”

She gets up and she gestures Kara into the hallway and follows with increasingly sweaty palms, an increasingly racing heart.

“No, no, I’m not here about a story, I just…” Kara turns to face Maggie, and her jawline alone could kill. She crosses her arms over her chest, and Maggie fights not to do the same.

“You’ve been trying to be really strong for my sister. She tells me you’ve been packing her lunch every day, and I know you’ve been changing the dressings on her shoulder.”

“What are girlfriends for?” Maggie shrugs, eyes flitting across the hallway, still unable to shake the feeling that she’s being watched.

“Well, yes, but as far as I know, they’re also for sleeping together.”

“I – Kara, what – I – “

Kara adjusts her glasses and holds up a hand to stem Maggie’s stammering.

“Alex says you’ve been asleep on the couch before she gets home almost every night. That you’ve been taking care of her, but you’ve stopped really… building anything with her. Like a relationship. Like that whole firsts thing she keeps gushing about.”

Maggie blinks and Kara takes a deep breath.

“Is this because she told you she loves you? Are you pulling away because, what, you said it back but you don’t really mean it? Did you leap before you looked, Maggie, and now you don’t know how to tell her?”

Maggie flinches like she was punched by Supergirl, and Kara blinks at how rattled her stinging words made Maggie, by the tears rushing to her eyes.

Maggie’s nostrils flare slightly and she grabs Kara’s upper arm and pulls her into an interrogation room, shutting the door behind them.

“After all we went through together, Kara, I… I busted that bastard’s dad out of prison so we could keep her safe, I… I love her, Kara. I love your sister more than I love… myself, I…”

“Then why are you – “

“Because I can’t look at her, Kara! I can’t – “ Maggie’s voice squeaks and Kara lowers her arms in sudden compassion. Maggie puts her left hand under her lip as she starts to pace.

“It’s my fault, Kara, don’t you get it? My fault Malverne took her – the only reason she went into that damn elevator alone was because I yelled at you, because she was going to make things right with you, about me! And he saw us together, over and over and over, and you know that fed his fire, and she almost died, Kara. The only woman I’ve ever really been in love with almost died, because of me, because of my stupid – “

“Whoa, whoa, Maggie, hey. No. You know Alex doesn’t feel that way, right?”

“Of course she doesn’t feel that way, Kara, she’s too good! She’s too good for me, don’t you get it? Wait no, of course you get it, of course you do, because that’s what you’ve always thought, isn’t it? That your sister deserves someone better than some lowly, damaged cop?”

It’s Kara’s turn to look like Maggie hit her, and her own tears join Maggie’s in her eyes. When she speaks, her voice is soft, her voice is sad. Her voice is regretful.

“Maggie, I… I am so sorry that the way I’ve treated you made you think those… those terrible things. About yourself. I’m protective of Alex, I’m always going to be protective of her, but I… Maggie, if what happened to her is anyone’s fault, it’s mine. If I’d listened to you in the first place, we would have found her before that damn water even started to – “

“No, Kara, don’t – “

“See, but that’s what I mean. I blame myself, you blame yourself. Hell, Alex probably blames herself.”

Maggie scoffs. “Alex always blames herself.”

Kara smiles, and reaches out a hand to Maggie. She stares at it for a long moment before taking it.

“Exactly. The Danvers girls and the women we love… that’s what we do, isn’t it? Blame ourselves? But Maggie, what happened to Alex was not your fault. It wasn’t. I promise. And it… it’s okay. It’s okay to cry to her, to… to break down. It’s okay to need her. Because she was in that tank, sure, but Maggie, it was hard as hell being outside of it, too. And you would tell me the same thing. So maybe… I don’t know, I don’t really know a lot about this relationship stuff… but I know my sister. And I think I know you, at least a little. Enough. So maybe try… talking to her, instead of shutting her out. She needs you, Maggie. Especially right now. And I think you need her, too.”

There’s a long, long, long pause where brown eyes meet blue and their pulses – both thrumming for Alex Danvers – unite.

“Did you just say the women you and your sister love?”

“Oh god, I – “

“Tell me everything, Kid Danvers. On the way to bring Alex some lunch. Yeah?”

Kara beams as she pulls Maggie into a long, relief-filled hug. 

“Yeah.”

4

Ok, can we just talk about this?

So in the first photo, is basically all the times where Luna felt like she had no hope in dating Sam (or surprised).
Maybe its just overthinking, but those little moments could mean a big thing: you see, lgbt teens have trouble asking out the same sex for many reasons. She was afraid she may not like girls, could shame her for it, crush her heart, loose hope, or even bully her for it since there is a lot of bullying in lgbt teens.
She was scared to ask a girl out.
She was in love and was insecure.

“Sam’s way outta my league.”
That could mean she didn’t think it’ll work or she won’t like her back.

“You’re the owner of a lonely heart.”
She’s afraid of getting heartbroken.
Luna fears being heartbroken.
Just think of that. Many bi, pan, gay and lesbian women are afraid of finding love cuz they might accidentally fall for heterosexual girls, and you know society’s views on gay women. Not so breezy.
I mean she was afraid to even go and talk to her about it. Not even give her a pick out of fear of rejection.

“I didn’t give Sam a signal.”
Nervous. Probs some anxiety and fear of interacting or rejection.

Second pic- oh. my. god. Look at her!!! That is definitely a look of someone who’s lovestruck. She looks so happy! Looking at it now you can tell she was looking at her but I think that she got so lovestruck that she just froze with a smile on her face.
She also tried to wave at her but Sam didn’t see her which made her think she didn’t care about her and made her loose a lil hope.

3rd- When they think that it’s for Luna, she looks very shocked, which we’d expect since she didn’t try to ask her out, interact, give her a token of affection, or talk about it at all.
You can probs tell what she’s thinking.
“Woah dude… she actually likes me?? I didn’t even give any signs! Has she always liked me? Will I be happy? Will everyone accept it?”
Questions. Surprise and shock.

Last one- and finally, the moments where she smiled or didn’t give up all her hope. I love these pics and especially the ones where she was smiling at her, in love.
Luna, taking a stand and saying that you shouldn’t have to wait for love, but try to go get it for yourself, is powerful.
And she’s brave.
She takes a deep breath, looks at the letter and smiles. Goes up to it and puts it in the locker, hides to see what will happen, and then when she sees her pick it up, read it and smile, she smiled. It was probs a gigantic realise to get that all out and to see the courage she built up did something amazing for her.
She had doubts, but at the end she found love and was finally happy.

This show is way more than what you see. I love it. Thank you Chris. Thank you!

Monster Rp starters

(This is for like monster people and Au’s, not something like a person so horrible they’ve become a monster)

“Hey you got your feathers all through my jacket again!”

“Did you just…eat that mouse…?”

“I just ate a mouse and I feel sick”

“Stop chasing your tail, your a grown (man/women/adult)”

“I know you love me but please let go of me, I can’t breathe”

“Jesus your a lot taller then I thought you were”

“Are you…making a nest? Why?”

“Do you need help putting your contact in?”

“What’s it like only having one eye?”

“So if your stomach has a mouth does that mean it eats too?”

“Your pointy ears are adorable”

“Please don’t steal my soul, I have class in like an hour and the soul stealing thing takes all day”

“Stop scratching the couch oh my god”

“Screw you I’m gonna scratch the couch if I want to”

“Please stop touching the light bulb, I know it’s pretty but you keep hurting yourself”

“Hey can you help me find my (body part)”

“Do you need help looking for (body part)”

“Hey I’ve lost my body! Help me look for it before it does something stupid!”

“Why are you eating catnip?”

“I just ate catnip and can’t feel my legs”

“Hey throw the toy I wanna catch it!”

“I don’t want to throw the toy…ugh fine give it here”

“I know it’s supposed to be cold today but the sun is out and if I go outside I’m probably going to catch on fire”

“I can make snow from my hands! Wanna see?!”

“Wow you can use magic?! Can you teach me!?”

“I know I’m not supposed to like a human, but I’ll make an exception because your cute”

“I just wanna tie you up in my web and cuddle you forever!”

“I need water, I’m getting dehydrated and I’m starting to smell like dead fish”

“I accidentally got slime all over your wall when I tried to kill a fly…I’m sorry”

“Hey it’s okay, it’s just a bit of slime”

“I accidentally set your clothes on fire when I was trying to fold them”

“Hey scratch my ear it’s itchy and you don’t have claws”

“I may or may not have got fur all over your couch when me and (random name) where playing”

“I accidentally broke your door and I’m sorry but maybe get a stronger door next time”

“This is the sixth door this month, stop slamming them please”

“Is it rude to ask if I could ride on you back?”

“What do you mean you want to ride me? I’m not a horse, well I mean, I’m not THAT kind of horse”

“How do you stop yourself from decaying? I mean, you are kinda dead after all”

“What’s it like having six tails?”

“Here, sit down and I’ll brush your wings”

“How did you get flees? Oh well time for a bath huh?”

“I wanna cuddle but I’m kinda scared I’ll crush you, so maybe you just sit in my lap and I hold you?”

“Hey I’m thirsty can I have some of your blood? Just to hold me off until we get home”

“Hey can you turn on the air conditioning? I know it’s like twenty degrees but I think I’m gonna melt”

“Hey pay attention to me! I want love!”

“I came here to get your soul but honestly I feel like if I take it, it’ll just Make me sad”

“Please take my Soul I’m so depressed”

“So I may or may not have accidentally broke my neck when I feel off the roof sooo, surprise! I’m a ghost now”

i love the conspiracy theory that avril lavigne died in 2003 so much, like people are saying “she looks slightly different, explain that!” oh boy i don’t know, it’s almost as if altering your appearance with cosmetic surgery is prevalent in celebrity culture? “but her vocal style completely changed!” oh my god, it’s kinda like women in the music industry are forced to compromise their freedom of artistic expression so record labels can make a profit? “but the lyrical content in her 2004 album is really dark and disturbing!” back the fuck up, are you implying that she went through an emo phase in the mid 2000′s? absolutely unheard of, literally no other musicians did that, so spooky

Signatures

april 28 @snowbaz-feda (it’s almost over?!)

“you’re my favorite up and coming author and i go to one of your signings, oh my god your handwriting is so pretty, wait did you just write your number in this book” au (not mine).

ok so baz is a pretentious prick but that’s nothing new. 

word count: 549

Simon’s bouncy today. It’s one of his most adorable, if ungraceful, qualities. But he’s dragged me to the local bookshop, the one run by our favorite old lady, Ebb, the one that I introduced him to, and the one that’s featuring the magnanimous Basilton Pitch, aka Simon’s crush (though he would never admit that). Simon’s read all of his books after stumbling across his author’s page a couple years ago. He mostly writes fantasy—merwolves, goblins, mages, and vampires—but this one’s supposed to be different. It’s just out today, and Simon’s been up since dawn, dragging me out of a caffeinated stupor, to go buy the book and meet the guy.

“Simon, I love you dearly, but I’m going to have to hit you over the head with the nearest book if you don’t stop that,” I yawn.

“Sorry, sorry. I’m just, I’m so excited, Penny. And nervous. What do I say? What do I do? I mean, this is Basilton Pitch. He’s probably expecting a sonnet or something. Oh god, Pen, what if he hates me?”

“He won’t hate you, Si. He’ll sign your book, you’ll say something awkward about how much you love him, and then the hordes of women behind us will close in and I’ll be forced to pour hot coffee on them to get us out of here.” Some girl at the shelf beside me scoffs at my comment. I’m not wrong. Basilton Pitch is gorgeous. It’s why half his readers started on his books.

We get to the front of the line and Simon’s clutching the book so hard I think it’s going to break. It’s gorgeous—hardcover and embossed—but I try not to pay attention to the way he holds it.

Simon holds out the book, eyes wide, mouth dropped open, to the one and only. “Who should I make this out to?”

He sounds just as posh as I would expect him to through his writing (of course I read it, Simon would kill me if I didn’t), and glances between the two of us expectantly.

“Simon Snow. It’s for Simon.”

Basilton meets Simon’s eyes and grins slowly. “Snow spelled just how I think it is?”

Simon nods.

He opens the front cover and tilts the book—he’s left-handed I notice—and pens out a message. He writes what appears to be more than a simple sentence, and finishes it with a signature.

“I just—I love your writing,” Simon gushes when Basilton hands him the book back. “I’ve read it all.”

Basilton smiles again. “I’m glad to hear that. I hope you like this one, too. It’s been a pleasure.” Basilton holds out his hand and Simon shakes it, shocked.

We pay Ebb, who insists on a family and friends discount and gives us both large hugs, and on the way home, Simon cracks open the book.

For Simon Snow,

May your name be a testament to yourself and your originality. I will never meet another Snow like you.

Enjoy the read,

Basilton Pitch

The note is finished with a series of numbers that make Simon’s face go bright red.

“Simon, is that a phone number?”

“I—well, yeah.”

I cock one eyebrow but say nothing else. Apparently, those of Basilton’s readers who began because of his beauty never knew he batted for the other team.

watching hamilton with my mom

alexander hamilton

  • “wow”

aaron burr, sir

  • “who is that”
  • “who are they”
  • “What are they doing”

My Shot

  • “he’s not throwing it away so he’s not giving up?”

the story of tonight

  • “so they’re buddies”

the schuyler sisters

  • “hey i know this song”
  • “what are they saying”
  • “wow”

farmer refuted

  • she is very confused

You’ll Be Back:

  • “oh yeah i like him”
  • “look at his face!!!”
  • cackling 
  • “he’s good eh” 

right hand man: 

  • “that’s george washington?" 
  • "so they’re just basically getting organized now?" 

Helpless 

  • "so is this when alexander meets the youngest one?" 
  • at alexander’s happy dance she screamed 
  • laughing bc herc is the flower girl 

Satisfied 

  • laughs at anthony’s "alright alright!!!" 
  • looking very confused at choreo 
  • "why? SHE’S in love with him???" 
  • "so they’d be together?? but he’s poor?" 
  • (at least i’ll keep his eyes in my life) "ooh" 
  • "wow" 
  • "that’s pretty cool" 

the story of tonight (reprise) 

  • "are they all drunk?" 
  • (oh shit) she is laughing 

wait for it 

  • "i like this song" 

stay alive 

  • "look at them!" 

ten duel commandments 

  • silence 

meet me inside 

  • "isn’t the bald guy in charge?" 

that would be enough 

  • "is that his wife? she’s pregnant" 
  • "oh that’s good eh?" 

guns and ships 

  • she’s just smiling so much 

history has its eyes on you 

  • "oh he’s giving him a battalion that’s good" 

yorktown 

  • "so they’re getting all pumped to fight?" 
  • me: they’re fighting 
  • "ok" 
  • "that’s awesome, eh?" 

what comes next 

  • laughing as soon as king george starts walking 
  • just 
  • laughing 

dear theodosia 

  • "he had a kid with the british officer’s wife?" 

laurens interlude 

  • "who is that?" 
  • "who’s dead?" 
  • im crying

non-stop 

  • "oh the war’s over right, the world turned upside down" 
  • "what" 
  • "he’s trying to build the constitution?" 
  • "was he a president?" 
  • "he still has that connection with angelica" 
  • me: yep
  • "so…he’s pretty brilliant" 
  • "he keeps leaving" 
  • "wow" 
  • "its really good" 

 what’d i miss 

  • "oh is that devanay or–" 
  • me: daveed 
  • "yeah" 

 cabinet battle #1 

  • *whispers* "slaves" 

 take a break 

  • "he’s writing a letter to angelica? what about his wife?" 
  • my mom really ships alexander and angelica omfg 
  • "so he loves angelica" 
  • MY MOM SHIPS IT SO HARD 

 say no to this 

  • "she’s a hooker?" 
  • she’s mad at hammy

 the room where it happens 

  • "its so good" 

cabinet battle #2 

  • laughs 
  • "who’s daddy? 
  • “oh, washington." 

washington on your side 

  • "so they’re getting together against him" 
  • "oHHH they’re going to find the affair" 

one last time 

  • "wow” (same)

i know him 

  • “oh god" 
  • she loves him 

the adams administration 

  • what just happened 

we know 

  • “wow” 

hurricane 

  • she looked very confused and offended when i explained the reynolds pamphlet 

the reynolds pamphlet 

  • shaking her head in disbelief (same mom) 
  • my mom loVES KING GEORGE 

burn 

  • "poor girl" 

blow us all away 

  • "oh" 
  • "ooh" 
  • "shot him at seven that’s not fair" 

stay alive (reprise) 

  • im crying 
  • "wow" 

it’s quiet uptown 

  • me: isn’t that upsetting? 
  • "YES." 

your obedient servant 

  • “passive aggressive” 

best of wives and best of women 

  • "they’re back together?”

the world was wide enough 

  • me: she’s the bullet 
  • “oh" 

who lives, who dies, who tells your story 

  • again im crying 
  • "wow" 
  • "wow" 
  • "i was choked up" 
  • "that’s neat”
  • “yeah i really like the king. he’s funny. what did he say? ‘jesus christ that’ll be fun’?”

Hello! I was reading the part of War and Peace that Great Comet was based on and decided to make a list of all the phrases/sentences in the novel that I found while listening along to the cast recording while reading that are either directly put into the lyrics of the musical, or are heavily referenced with a few changes. I have separated these findings by song, not in the order of which they appear in the novel. For some of the lines that are less directly from the novel I have put the lyrics that are connected to them in parentheses and italics next to the book quotes. It’s really really really fun to see which lyrics have a match so I hope you enjoy!

Also sorry for any formatting issues: in some songs there are huge chunks that are almost directly lifted from the book so some placement of bullet points might be wonky. And if you know of any that I missed, please reblog and add! 

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there were times i had wholeheartedly sunken myself into islam, ‘submitting’ completely and trying my best to follow the teachings, better myself, be sincere blah etc. but no matter how much i tried, it never sat perfectly well with me. i had so many questions and all of the answers when i asked came back to ‘yes, but allah is god, he created us and he knows best, so don’t question his eternal wisdom’. and i’d say okay, well i’m already believing in a god that i can’t see, i already have faith in a being i have no evidence of, let me just follow whatever he says to do and maybe one day the benefits will be clear. but my conscience would never let me. if allah said all humans are equal and they are only better than each other in terms of their worship of god, how much more and better they do etc, then why, why are men superior to women? they kept telling me ‘oh islam loves women, women are powerful in islam’ 


but why are men the guardians of women if women are so powerful? why is their inheritance worth less than their male counterparts? why are the dress codes much different -and harsher- for women? why is women’s testimony a joke? because a woman’s testimony counting as less than man’s even by a minuscule is a joke to me, a demeaning one. as if women do not have rational minds. as if women cannot even trust their brains. as if women are more mindless animals than rational, thinking humans. why can men have more than one wife? i always asked my mom and she told me i would make a very jealous wife. but why? why shouldn’t i want the person who has promised to spend their lifetime with me all to myself? why should i have to share? why does allah endorse men’s infidelity? my mom told me that men are more prone to committing zina because their sexual drive is higher than women’s and having more than one wife available to a man at any given time would make a him less likely to commit zina. to be honest, this broke my young heart. to think that my religion would condone my husband cheating on me and i would have to be pious and pretty, even smile at my co wife. how demeaning. how belittling. 


why does allah endorse rape? by bringing forth this twisted perspective that men cannot control their sexual urges - and like an animal- need to mate immediately they feel them, makes it seem like it’s okay for men to use women as a vessel for their pleasure. for their carnal needs and nothing more. why is it that this beloved religion portrays women as nothing more children-bearing-house-keeping-pleasure-giving-weak-willed-vessels to be controlled by men? that a woman’s place does not go beyond the four walls of a home-cell. passed down from man to man in her lifetime, from her father then to a demon disguised as a husband whom she must answer to, as if he is her saving grace and obedience to him will lead her to god? in fact, islam continually broke my heart. it is a sin to be a ‘bad wife’. but islam says that i must obey my husband because he is my guardian. that when i get married, my husband has the most rights over me, even more so than my father. are two people in a marriage not equal? that i cannot argue with my husband because we are both human and equal and my opinion is not less than his? that if i deny him sex, i will be cursed by angels? am i only a pleasure giving vessel? 


it seemed to me that islam was all about submission but it would be better for you if you are a man because men are above women and children. the teachings of islam in terms of women is one i can go on about for days, and it seemed i was going to settle for a life of oppression at the hands of men, endorsed by god almighty so i could reach his perfect little heaven that i also may or may not reach for the slightest of things, even if i faced many trials and tribulations…


god said that he created man with a rational mind so he can think for himself, unlike animals. but why is questioning islam and allah a sin? why is questioning anything about this perfect religion a ticket to hell? and god said that he is the one that shows people the right path and he is also the one that leads them astray. so if he is merciful and loving and benign, then why, why would he create a burning pit of torture? if you are a god at all, why would you create a hell for your subjects if you really are merciful and forgiving? unless you are a bored, narcissistic jerk who wants his balls licked? why would you let people die unjustly in war, let children be blown to bits and die of starvation? why would you let the miseries of the world happen if you had the power to stop them? you mean to tell me that allah is all powerful, there is nothing he cannot do yet he lets people suffer in the most wretched of ways? why does this god who promotes goodness and the spirit of good actions not do anything about the sufferings he can help? what does he do on his throne in heaven, close his eyes and listen to the praises he’s being bestowed and ignore everything else? wtf? what a jerk???


submitting to islam is giving up on life. and i realized that was what i was submitting to. a life of oppression, unhappiness, misogyny, disrespect, mistreatment, silence, anguish. that’s what islam is. it’s like islam was concocted by some elites who wanted most people to suffer in a half-life, sacrificing and submitting with the promise that good things were yet to come in an afterlife, only for the elites to stay powerful and fulfilled and the rest oppressed.or maybe islam was made up by some of the most brilliant story-tellers, an impressive piecing together of bullshit. it makes sense that islam is man made. humans are brilliant at making things up. we love to engage our imaginations. but like all things human, surely there will be flaws. and if you see past the coat of ‘peace, loving, tolerant,’ bulllshit, you will see that islam is deeply flawed. horribly so. 

Just a Misunderstanding

Request:  Hi I was wondering if your still taking requests, could I request a one shot where Bucky and reader have been together for ages, and the reader has been coping with buckys nightmares and talking down the soldier when he turns into him, but she becomes exhausted doing that and working, and Bucky and Steve think it’s a good idea to hire someone else to deal with buckys nightmares, not realising that it will hurt readers feelings and makes her think Bucky doesn’t want her anymore,
She try’s to leave him and tells him she will help train the new person to deal with the soldier, and she packs her bags when Sam finds her In her room, and then goes to tell bucky and it ends all fluffy please if that made any sense 😊

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Language

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Bucky and I have been dating for a long time now, we met back when Tony and Steve had a fall out, and I was on team Cap. I don’t know why but I had a strong desire to protect this man, and he seemed to return the feelings. Ever since then we’ve been inseparable. I’m not going to lie, it has been difficult dealing with Bucky’s nightmares and when he reverts back into the soldier. It’s been wonderful though, he’s the greatest thing that’s ever happened to me. It also helps that when the soldier gets awoken, it’s like I’m the only person he sees. He protects me, he doesn’t try to kill me. I’m the only one too. It is weird, but hell, I’m not complaining.

I find that I’m awake most the night now, waiting for him to have a nightmare, so I can catch it and pull him out of it quickly before the soldier has a chance to take over. It is this exact situation that’s gotten me in the predicament today. I’ve been slacking in my job lately, I’ve found myself forgetting things, or getting hurt on missions and it’s just not like me. I don’t know what I’m doing anymore it seems, the lack of sleep has really taken a tole on me. But I’d do it again, and again, and again, for him. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for him.

“(Y/N). Bucky and I have talked, and we think we should hire someone to take over this job for you.” My eyes shoot open. The want to find a replacement? They want to replace me? So I’m not good enough…

“O-Oh…but why?” I try to conceal the sound of my heart breaking, but I don’t think it’s working.

“(Y/N), doll. You can’t keep doing this, your performance on the field has dramatically decreased and…well…I don’t mean to be mean but we can’t be babysitting you all the time. We worry about you.” That slap in the face went right through my heart. So that’s all I am? I’m just in the way. I should have known. I look at Bucky, tears threatening to fall from my eyes.

His shoulders slump, and he looks torn.

“Doll, why are you crying? I thought you’d be happy…you can take a break..” I just stand up, turning away and heading to my room.

“I’ll help to train the new girl, I guess.”

I don’t know what they were thinking, was I just a game all along? Just some pillow for Bucky to sleep on, and fuck occasionally? I honestly thought he loved me.

I make it back to my room, and start packing my bag. I didn’t have much but I guess that just makes the leaving process even easier. I hear a knock on my door, turning to see Sam at my door, leaning against it.

“I saw you power walking up to your room, looking upset. What’s wrong?” I drop everything and run into his arms. Sam has always been like a brother to me, and he’s always looking for reasons to kick Buck’s ass. Maybe this’ll be a good one.

“Bucky doesn’t want me anymore…” I manage to speak through the unattractive, uncontrollable sobbing.

“W-What? What do you mean he doesn’t want you?”

“They’re gonna hire someone to take my place because I’m just not good enough any more…” I wipe my eyes on the sleeve of my shirt and pull away, continuing to pack my things.

“So, you’re just going to leave? Just like that?”

“What choice do I have Samuel?” He sighs.

“I don’t think that…nevermind. I’ll be right back.”

“You better hurry then, because I won’t be here much longer.” When I turn around, he’s gone.

-

Sam rushes down to the training room, where he assumed Bucky and Steve would be, and he’s correct. They’re both practising hand to hand combat. When they notice his presence, they turn to look in his direction.

“Oh hey, Sam! You come to help us train?” Steve stands with his legs spread, Bucky with his arms crossed.

“No, I came to let this dumb ass know his woman thinks he doesn’t want her anymore, and she’s packing her bags. She’s leaving.” Sam looks to Bucky, his gaze would almost be enough to scold a man. Bucky stands up straight.

“W-What?”

“She’s leaving, man. She doesn’t think you love her anymore.” Before Sam can finish his sentence, Bucky rushes past him, no doubt to (Y/N) and his room.

“S-She’s leaving? Oh God, this isn’t what we meant by hiring someone, we just wanted to make (Y/N)’s job easier.” Steve sits on the mat and Sam sighs.

“You don’t always think before you speak, Cap. That, and you’ve never been good with women.”

-

I’m about to the elevators, lost in my own thought when I’m lifted off the ground and into someone’s chest.

“What the?!” It’s Bucky…I know the feeling of his well sculpted chest anywhere.

“I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry, doll. Please don’t go…” I look up at him, clearly confused. He must be as well.

“I-I didn’t mean I didn’t want you, God no! No, I-I just meant I want you to be able to sleep well, and be more alert on missions, I feel like I’m draining you and I just wanted to hire someone to help you, that’s all. I don’t want you to leave, please don’t leave me…please…I love you…” He looks into my eyes, fear has consumed his, and I realize that I just overreacted…

“S-So, you don’t want me gone?”

“No! Oh my God no, doll…no..I love you and I need you…” He lifts me, and presses his lips to mine in a desperate kiss, one that I am eager to respond to.

“I’m so sorry I made you feel that way…” I chuckle, kissing his nose.

“You’re almost as bad at speaking to women as Cap is. Don’t listen to him when it comes to us anymore, alright?” I laugh, and he chuckles with me.

“Alright doll, I love you.”

“I love you more, Sarge.”

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Tea Party For 9

Pairing: The Men of The Avengers x Steve Rogers Daughter Sarah Rogers

Warning: This is ridiculous and well I think I’m funny sorry if you don’t. Haha

When Sarah wants a tea party, she manages to get her way with Uncle Tony’s help. She doesn’t hear the word no when it comes to her uncles, not a single one is willing to tell her no, even if that means being forced into Dress Up attire and using their manners. As long as it stays between the nine of them only.

@chrisevansthedoritobastard @holahellohialoha  
@almightyunnie @imamotherfuckingstar-lord  
@iwillbeinmynest @letsgetfuckingsuperwholocked
@goodnightwife @irepeldirt
@yourtropegirl  @bellejeunefillesansmerci 
@buckyb-avengers  @winterboobaer
@mrhowardstark @rileyloves5
@ria132love  @samanthaneedsanap
@theonlyparadox   @seargantbcky
@the-witching-hours12-3   @callamint 
@cryokinetic-cobain  @agentsinstorybrooke 

“Are you sure about this?” You sigh leaning against the wall as you watch your daughter run from her uncle Clint who was chasing her down for of course stealing one of his French fries, her little legs going as quick as they could.

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Originally posted by abigayle12000

It all started when your ass of an boyfriend broke up with you when he found out you two were expecting. Then after you had the baby, you couldn’t find a babysitter, meaning you had bring your beautiful baby girl everywhere you went. After nearly two months of carrying your little girl around, you were still having trouble maneuvering everything after doing the groceries. After setting your daughter in the carrier down you moved to get the groceries, but didn’t make it far because she started crying. 

“Shhhhh, baby, it’s okay, mommy’s here. I got you.” You cooed. Reaching down to grab the last two bags of groceries, a voice rang behind you. 

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