anyway the whole “the tonys are so diverse” thing is now cancelled!! you can all go back to ur homes @ all the communities who just saw two musicals about straight white people win in almost every category over actors and actresses, directors and designers of colour, not to mention the whole “hello, dolly!” beating out two incredible revivals full of lgbt and poc characters
I know this nose art is for the Bad Batch, but I can’t help but imagine another Clone Unit with a stronger claim on the Senator as a mascot. (And how much Anakin would FLIP THE FUCK OUT)
… And it looks like the paneling repair will have to wait, as his General’s boots appear next to his head beside the transport’s landing gear. He pushes himself out from under the machine on a dolly, flat on his back.
“What is THAT?!” his fearless leader yelps, pointing dramatically, emphatically upwards and towards the nose.
He scoots out farther, past General Skywalker’s legs, and props himself up on his elbows to take in the three-quarters-finished pinup Hardcase has been taking such pains with for the last four hours.
“Morale booster, sir. Couldn’t do something clever like the 104th and their Plo’s Bros or anything, so–”
“So you chose SENATOR AMIDALA?!” Did his voice just crack? It did.
He shrugs. “Sure. She’s been through enough hell and high water with us.”
“She’s a SENATOR!”
“And she’s a keen eye with that blaster,” he reasons, jerking his head up to the painting, and the flawlessly detailed replica of the Senator’s favored sidearm, primed to fire and held at a jaunty, confident angle. He even got the chipped paint over the trigger guard right.
“Got the looks for it too!” Hardcase yells down from where he’s shading in a long bare stretch of thigh, pausing to vigorously shake his can of spray paint. “We might finally be able to give the 327th a run for their money, with General Secura and all.”
“GENERAL SECURA is half naked on the nose of a transport?!”
“What? No!” Of course not, that’s just tasteless.
There’s a clatter from up above as Hardcase puts his paints down and leans over the scaffolding, a hand wobbling skeptically. “Well… Technically…”
“She’s in her usual outfit, y’know, with the–” Rex explains, and zig-zags a finger down from his head, mimicking the General’s lekku straps. “–and the leather pants.”
“It’s just a little leg, Anakin, I don’t see what you’re so upset about.”
Oh thank all the stars and little planets. Backup. General Kenobi steps up beside his former Padawan to admire the paint job himself. “Excellent work on her hair, Hardcase,” Kenobi continues, tilting his head.
“Thank you, sir. Run a probe with some white and a little metallic gold through the wet paint, gets it to streak so the shine looks real.”
General Skywalker is starting to do that thing where he puffs up like an angry coppi lizard and splutters furiously while he tries to think of something else to be upset about. He can hear Fives rolling his eyes from the opposite side of the transport. General. Honestly. If you’re trying to keep a relationship secret, openly displaying your klik-wide jealous streak is not how you do it.
“The 212’s is worse, anyway,” Kenobi muses idly, as Hardcase carefully adds the supposedly “very distinctive” freckle high on the Senator’s hip, just below the split in her modified favorite Council dress. Skywalker starts to go wide-eyed at that, because his sabacc face out of genuine combat is complete sleenshit, and startles when his master continues.
“She’s on the 212th transport too?!”
“Of course not, don’t be ridiculous. We can’t have duplicates, that defeats the purpose,” Kenobi says, in that too-reasonable tone he takes on when he’s deliberately fucking with his former Padawan.
“'Cept Master Ti,” Echo yells, from somewhere inside the paneling he and Rex had been working on.
“Except Master Ti, yes,” Kenobi agrees, and shrugs. “But that’s to be expected. Rather like how so many people have that arm tattoo of a heart with the ribbon that says ‘Mom’.”
Rex personally knew of at least eight other clones that had that exact tattoo, though the ribbon was usually striped like Master Ti’s headtails, and nods agreeably. That seems to have sufficiently diverted Skywalker, or at least confused him.
“Then how is it worse?” Skywalker asks, a little desperately, then his face lights up completely with slightly malicious anticipation. “Is it the Duchess?!”
Oh boy. Rex looks up at Hardcase, who is biting down on his paint-splattered fist to keep from laughing, as General Kenobi gets that look.
“Certainly not,” Kenobi says sternly, and waits a full beat to drop his bombshell. “It’s me.”
Skywalker just stares.
“Though I’m reasonably certain Duchess Kryze had something to do with it, given the way I’m half falling out of my robes.”
Now he looks vaguely green.
“Or it’s some perverse joke of Master Windu’s. It seems his style. Cody refuses to tell me.”
And before Skywalker can come up with anything else to protest, Kenobi adds:
“Besides, Senator Amidala loves it. Hers, I mean. I haven’t asked her about mine.”
Apparently even Jedi can choke on air when sufficiently surprised. But really, where did he think they’d gotten the preliminary sketches from?
• Every time I go in a Target, I become invisible. People can’t hear me talking to them even when I’m standing right in front of them. Waving in their faces doesn’t seem to work.
• I once walked up to an entire group of red-vest-wearing employees and had all five of them walk away from me mid-question.
•They seem to migrate from the toy section to the food section like soulless jellyfish.
• They don’t know if Target sells dish soap.
• I don’t know if Target sells dish soap.
• Once, a person walked over, picked up a fuzzy throw-blanket out of my cart, and left with it while I stood there telling them that it was mine.
• The always weirdly crowded shoe section that’s mostly sandals.
• Last month I stopped in the mini Starbucks area of Target and stepped up to a surprisingly empty counter (for the middle of the day). No one appeared for the entire twenty minutes that I waited, but the lights went off and on a few times.
• I once saw a man entering Target with a screaming child over his shoulder. She had an ‘Out of Order’ sign in her hand, and kept repeating, ’I don’t want to go here.
• Their clothing sizes are darkest black magic.
• The changing rooms. (Before they vanished.)
• I lost four people in the middle of the furniture isle. I found them a half hour later in Hot Topic.
• I once stopped at a Target for a bathroom break during a long road-trip. When I entered the store, half the lights were off in the back section, and someone was yelling, “STOP IT, YOU GIANT BITCH!”
• There’s always a questionable swamp in the corner of the Target bathroom.
• When they switch all the moving/talking Halloween items over to the moving/talking Christmas items.
• I’ve seen eight different dogs wandering around by themselves.
• The local Target has birds flying around inside all the time.
• When I was a teenager there was this guy who drove around the Target parking lot blasting the chicken dance and dancing with his shoulders.
• I’ve seen a thousand mirrors break in Target during ‘move into your dorm room’ season. Doubt anybody buried a potato.
• They owe me $20
• I keep finding children in the clothing racks. (I don’t keep them.)
• You can never return anything, ever.
• If you eat their food you probably will never be able to return to the human world.
• Every picture I take in there comes out weird. Blurry, too bright, smudgy, wavy, too dark, weirdly green???
• That last checkout lane at the end with all the ‘as seen on Tv’ items and a million creepy jugs of green liquid for kids.
• I have 14 year-old socks from Target that look brand new. (My clothes typically develop holes the moment I look at them.)
• The animal heads.
• Pit of Death (aka: the far back corner where seasonal stuff goes to die.)
• I once kicked one of the giant red orbs outside and it moved.
• I watched a guy causally glide out of the loading doors and into the parking lot on a huge dolly.
• The ‘Is This Actually Only A Dollar Or Is It Five?’ section.
• I spent a half hour listening to a guy tell me why I needed an IPhone or I can’t be a part of human society. This was before the first iPhone was even for sale in the store.
• It’s bigger on the inside.
• I found this hideous lump of a fur hat for sale last winter, and wore it around the store my entire time there. Still invisible.
its been days since this day began. you don’t remember when you woke up. what time was it then? what time it is now? all you know is 8:00 PM EST is not only eight hours away.
there are people from a simpler time, reclining back in their chairs. “remember hamilton?” they ask, voice weak with age. we all remember hamilton.
you know that ben platt will win best performance by a leading actor in a musical. everyone knows that ben platt will win best performance by a leading actor in a musical. the jury is out if ben platt knows this.
“but lucas steele’s performance was so astounding, and taxing!” “brandon uranowitz is such a great guy!” you hear wilting voices cry, “gavin creel’s voice is a gift from g-d!” another whispers. someone grabs your ankle, leaning in to give you their dying words "andrew rannells…. Did That….“ you are not allowed to listen to them. they will only conflict you more
you want to liveblog the tonys. no one wants to watch you liveblog the tonys. your voice has been silenced.
nastasha, pierre, and the great comet of 1812 is a long, long name. it seems longer everytime you say it. you think it grows stronger the closer it gets to the awards.
there will be an affectionate parody of Prologue from the musical that is now too long, and you are too fearful of to name. everyone will get up to get food during this scene. the actors sing out into the void, but you are only refilling the popcorn.
Hello, Dolly! is set to win best revival. the gays suffer in silence, What Would I Do? plays softly in the background. they are in denial. the next stage of grief is anger. you fear for the american theater wing
generations of theatre fans rise from their beds to lie in front of the screen. they watch the awards, muttering under their breathe that falsettos was robbed. they do not know if it is 2017 or 1992
"miss saigon?” they ask, “what’s miss saigon?” you sometimes think you are the only one with the answer, and sometimes you think the same questions.
“Hey everypony, guess where I went today! I went to a place called the Montserrat Monastery, which is like a old little village where ‘monks’ live! They pray together, take care of the church they have, and it’s all on this huuuge hill, with such pretty sights and great food! @askscribbly helped me get pictures of some of my favorite sights, but even though I tried to sneak it, they caught me trying to take some of their food at meal time, heehee. I can’t wait to see more and show you guys more later, I really love Spain!”
I just pulled an all nighter to watch Gypsy in one swift serving and:
1. I’m stressed at the slow burn. I love slow burns, the chemistry between Sid and Jean was excellent but FUCK how many times did I scream for them to kiss.
2. Omfg I love Sidney. I love her home, I love her fashion sense, I love the way she kisses omgggggg
3. Honestly Sam got on my nerves with the way he constantly brought Sidney up. Yes, I’m aware thats the point of his character but jfc if I knew my ex was getting therapy over me and speaking of nothing but me I’d have blocked and deleted their arse out of my life five years ago I mean wtf dude
4. Alexis, I’m hella gay for her also
5. Can we just shed some light on how awesome Michael and Jean are to Dolly? Btw that lil kid had the best fashion sense also. I literally pointed to a pair of shoes they wore and said “i want them” Right from the beginning they were shown as supporting their kid for their choices and didn’t have a problem with it at all? And Jean verbally smacking down that bitch? Loved it. Jean not having the principal’s bs over Dolly kissing another girl and pointing out if it was a boy they wouldn’t be having that discussion? You go Jean.
6. Sidney, omfGOD Sidney
7. I’m fully aware of the taboo relationship these two women have, and I’m fully aware it’s toxic as shit but omfg I want a girl to want me like Sidney wanted Jean.
8. I just want Sidney in my life.
When this sentence became a fact I felt so incredibly happy for this amazing performer, artist, and person. However, I checked the tag of his name today, and found a lot of negativity around it, and honestly, I can’t believe it. A lot of this seems to purely revolve around the fact that there are so many people who are so passionate about Falsettos and really don’t know that much about Gavin Creel just because they haven’t been following Hello, Dolly!. So now we have a list of why Gavin undoubtedly deserved this tony and you shouldn’t say anyone else was robbed (this year or ever).
I beg that if you think that anyone was robbed this year, that Gavin shouldn’t have won, or just don’t know much about Gavin Creel that you continue reading.
The whole point of nominating people and not just choosing one person is that ALL of the nominees deserve recognition for their work. so to say that one is not deserving (especially the one who won) is sort of fighting an uphill battle.
A lot of people were saying that Gavin robbed the award from the other nominees. The truth for Mike Faist is that he just debuted and is still young. He has a lot of chances to win later in life, and may even be too young to have garnered enough attention for his performance this year. As for Lucas Steele, this is only first major role on Broadway anyway, so it makes sense that he may not be as well known in the community yet either. Obviously, a lot of the attention went to Ben Platt and Rachel Bay Jones for DEH, but Mike’s performance still earned a nomination, so clearly he’s not doing terribly.
The Andrew Rannells argument is a bit more complex since a lot of people are saying that he “should have won his first tony” for a plethora of reasons. Let’s go into them.
Andrew Rannells made his Broadway debut in 2006, so he’s been working his way up to a Tony. Well, Gavin Creel made his debut in 2002 for originating his role in Thoroughly Modern Mille. He didn’t win that year and that may have been partly because the title role earned Sutton Foster her first Tony (and this year she literally presented his. COME ON, IT WAS PERFECT), and one for Harriet Harris as well in the featured actress category. That’s almost a DIRECT parallel to DEH. (I’m telling you guys, it’s really all about timing.)
So, of course, we all know Andrew Rannells was also nominated for a Tony in 2011, so that furthers the argument that he deserved one this year. Unfortunately, following that argument again leads to the fact that Gavin Creel has been nominated twice before this year anyway, so he wins by tally, if that mattered. But it doesn’t.
One of those nominations for Gavin went to his work in Hair, which as far as I’m concerned, is sort of when Gavin was “robbed” by the boys who played Billy Elliot. However, it was the year for them, and Hair was a bit of an underdog that year anyway, but it’s all about timing.
Last year, Gavin was in She Loves Me along with Laura Benanti, Jane Krakowski, and Zachary Levi, who were all nominated for Tonys. Gavin was not. To me, this qualified as a snub, but it made sense that he wasn’t nominated since his performance really kept the attention on Jane’s, which is partly why I thought it was so brilliant, but I digress. It wasn’t the right time.
A lot of the disappointment was towards the fact that Falsettos didn’t win anything, but the truth is that Tony Awards usually goes to shows that are still running. It helps sell tickets and gain attention. A lot of Broadway fans saw Falsettos, and considerably less have seen Hello, Dolly!, which is still sold out every night. This is because those seats are going to the critics, Tony voters, and the “insiders” of the community that decide who the award goes to. Those people chose Gavin as a winner, but they also chose Andrew and all the other men as nominees.
Also, a lot of fans were so surprised that Gavin won, but really, it was predicted by a lot of notable sources. I think Tumblr and social media in general sometimes create a vacuum of only fans and similar perspectives on theatre. To add to that, Gavin doesn’t use social media (he prefers to be in the moment. Guys, you really can’t hate him) so it makes sense that some fans may not be familiar with him, since that is a lot of fan’s only access to Broadway.
Another fact of the matter is that Gavin has been working in the theatre essentially his entire career. For sake of comparison, Andrew has made some transition to television, which I think is awesome. Something to keep in mind is that Gavin has been making his way through the theatre community for a while, meeting people who could vote for him to win an award, and actually did when he played Elder Price in London.
I believe Andrew Rannells deserves a Tony, and I believe each nominee deserve a Tony. I believe lots of people do. One of those people is also Gavin Creel.The truth is, careers are not built on or for Tonys. Some careers are helped by winning awards, but the best people really are not in it for the awards, so the fans shouldn’t be either.
In conclusion, go listen to Gavin Creel on the Millie, Hair, or Hello, Dolly! recording. Better yet, listen to one of the performances for which he wasn’t nominated, such as She Loves Me, or Bounce. If you still don’t trust that he’s deserving, go watch a bootleg of Hair, or even just the Tony performance. And if you still don’t believe it, go watch one of his interviews. When there’s a solid interview of Gavin talking for 30+ minutes you can tell just how intelligent, kind, and artistic he is, and just why those Tony voters trust that he deserves an award.
Have I won you over? Has he won you over? Okay, now go discover artists that you don’t know about and respect all the art that so many people have cultivated. That art is so much more interesting than any award, but when someone who is so great at it does get one, celebrate it.
“Woooowie, I went somewhere really cool today! We visited Park Güell, which was designed by a very, very famous architect named Antoni Gaudí i Cornet, or Gaudi for short. Apparently he made this place for one of his friends a very long time ago, and it’s just amazing! Lots of old buildings made of broken rocks, and broken tiles that are glued together to make.. Mosaic stuff, I think? Anyways it was fun to walk through, and after they helped me take pictures at my favorite spots, @askscribbly took a selfie with me~! Phew, but all that walking’ got me tired, I think I’m gonna go to bed… But thank you everypony for all your nice comments so far, I hope I can show you more later!”
Thomas took you out to get your nails done and anything else you wanted in preparation for the party. He offered for you to get your hair and makeup done, but you insisted, it was okay. You’d be fine doing it on your own.
There is a perfectly normal and friendly suburb named Middlemist. They pride themselves on their manicured laws, their good school district, and their completely normal and average inhabitants with nothing strange or unusual about them.
That is, except for the house at the end of the road.
The house at the end of the road is a dark, dilapidated mansion owned by a strange, mysterious family. The Woo family are known to be witches, ghosts, demons, and worst of all, very rude to the neighborhood homeowner’s association. Their house has flickering lights, strange roars, and front lawn that literally bites anyone who wanders too close.
The Woo family wears all black. They murmur hexes under their breath and they float to PTA meetings. Their son Edgar is a morose and morbid teenager who knows too much about Chinese torture and summoning demons. His twin sister Dolly, on the other hand… is different.
Dolly Woo loves pink, unicorns, and believes everyone is her best friend. She couldn’t be more different than her family, who still manage to love and support her. But when the family cat goes missing, Dolly decides to strike out from the comforting icy cave of the Woo home and solve the crime!
Along the way, Dolly and her reluctant brother will make new friends! See interesting places! And maybe Dolly discover her family isn’t the only one in Middlemist with skeletons dancing in their closets…
Could you do the rfa+minor trio with an MAC who really likes cars??
A/N: Sometimes i wish i
would have taken another year of auto body in high school but i didnt *sigh*
also i have a huge lady boner for classic cars so idk if i’ll play on that
sorry not sorry ~Admin 404
-Knows nothing about cars, new or old
-But he’s seen you and Saeyoung talk about some of his
cars and you seemed so passionate about it!
-He really just wanted to impress you, and like the same
things as you!
-So he literally pulls out a random car manual when you
come around the next time
-“Ah, I see! That’s a really nice looking….
trans…mission. And wow would you look at those… uh… *Brings book closer
to face* …windshield wipers.”
- yoosung what even
-“I’m sorry!! You just look really happy when you
talk about cars with Saeyoung and I just thought maybe you’d like me more if I
knew cars but I really have no interest in them at all! Look at how complicated
they are!! WHAT DOES A TRANSMISSION EVEN DO???”
-He throws the book down onto the table, his face
following close behind it
-You run your hand through his hair and when you laugh he
shoots his head back up to look at you
-“Yoosung, you don’t have to be into cars like I am
for me to like you?? Just be yourself, ya big dork! I like you for your
animal-loving, LOLOL-playing self<3” and i swear to god he turned to
putty in your hands. Completely attached himself to you for the rest of the day
but it was honestly kinda cute???
-You’re into cars??? He’s into bikes!!!
-While he thought that would be amazing, he was wrong
-The two of you have very strong feelings on which is
-“Just try driving my car once! ONCE! It’ll be
-“FINE, MC, FINE, BUT YOU CAN BET THAT I WON’T LIKE
-So he tried driving your car in an empty parking lot. He
killed it. Multiple times
-“You need to SHIFT” “I TRIED. I’M HITTING
THE PEDAL. IT ISN’T DOING IT” “YOU GOTTA PUSH THAT IN AND CHANGE GEARS WHAT THE HELL ZEN”
-He doesn’t like it
-Prefers the two of you take his bike instead unless
you’re driving the car
-“But MC! You look really hot on my bike! Are you
sure you want to take the car? What do you mean you love the car? But not as
much as me though, right? Right?? MC!”
-Here’s the extent of Jaehee’s car knowledge: Something
feels wrong with car –> Take car to auto shop
-Okay I’m not giving her enough credit, I’m sure she
knows how to change her oil and at least how to change a tire
-When the two of you are talking about interests and you
mentioned cars, she’s internally cheering
-SOMEONE WHO CAN FIX MY CAR WITHOUT ME HAVING TO GO THE
SHOP, THANK YOU LORD, AMEN
-She really likes learning though, so she asks you to
help her learn different aspects of the engine, and how to do a few quick fixes
-Watched you change one of her headlights once and spent
hours trying to change the other one on her own
-Denied all offers for help, she wanted to LEARN on her
OWN, GET AWAY FROM ME MC
-Once she got it, you praised her like crazy and she felt
great?? Like she learned how to fix something and you’re giving her all this
recognition and just, it’s an amazing feeling
-Always out there to help you fix something, one time she
brought a notepad and some pens and took notes
- shes so cute omg
-“MC, get in your car. I have a date planned for us-
-“Stay the fuck away from of my car”
-He’ll try to buy you literally ANY car you want
-Old, new, restored, a fixer-upper, whatever you want
-Pouts every time you won’t let him drive them though
-“I’m a great driver, MC” “I’VE SEEN WHAT
YOU’VE DONE TO SAEYOUNG’S CARS. STAY AWAY FROM MY BABIES”
-So he tries to spoil you with the newest and coolest car
-That new engine you’ve been eyeing? He’ll get it for
you. Fuck, he’ll get you SEVEN of them
-He actually really admires your love for cars though??
Like he lowkey wishes he knew how to do something so hands-on and mechanical
-When you’re under one of your cars on a dolly (and he’s
sure that you won’t get hurt), he’ll push the dolly out from under the other
side of the car and pretend he didn’t see you there and practically bug you for
attention because you’ve been under there all day
-CAR-LOVIN’ POWER (STEERING) COUPLE
-The first time he sent a photo of his babies to you, you
-You started naming them, spitting out their stats left
and right, ranking which one you thought was the best and which one wasn’t as
good as the rest
-HE’S IN LOVE AND HE’S NEVER BEEN SO SURE IN HIS LIFE
-The two of you go for rides at least once a day
-The two of you are always spoiling them. Always buying a
ton of accessories, washing them- he’s caught you hugging some of them lovingly
once totally did not join you
-Saeran has found the two of you sleeping in a few of
-Y'all communicate by honking sometimes. Completely
pisses Saeran off. Then the two of you just honk every time he tries to tell
you off. Saeyoung thinks it’s the funniest thing but his brother vows to get
back at the two of you
-“Let’s take this one today!” “Are you
kidding???? No!! This one needs more love!” “SHIT YOU’RE RIGHT”
-He seriously has to get you your own garage down the
road though because your love for cars rivals his
-Your passion is what really gets him in all honesty
-The way your face lights up, the sparkle in your eyes,
he just loves it all so much, MC
-ALSO LOVES THE AESTHETIC BEAUTY OF ALL YOUR OLD CARS???
MC WHAT, THESE ARE BEAUTIFUL
-“Pose on top of that car”
-“You want me to what?”
-He takes amazing photos of your babies so you can frame
them and show them off (when you aren’t driving them)
-But he also takes those sexy car model-type photos of
you and the cars so he can keep them for himself
-What did you expect MC? You’re amazing, and so are your
cars, he wants the two to intermingle
-Also has tons of photos of you with a dirty face after
working on your babies because you’re just! So! Cute!
-He’ll put the camera down to help you every now and then
though! You want a wrench! He’ll hand it to you! v sweetheart that’s the
wrong tool, i need that one. no not that one. yes that one. no not that size
-You’ve got a car obsession like his brother? Shit.
-He’s been sucked into races between you and his brother
and he hATES THE BOTH OF YOU
-“MC WHAT ARE YOU DOING SLOW DOWN! IS THAT SAEYOUNG?
*Leans out of window and flips him off* STOP TRYING TO RACE MY MC YOU FUCKING
- says he hates the both of you for racing but the
adrenaline rush actually hits him pretty hard, he likes it
-There have been times that he has to physically pry you
off of your car because you’ve been clinging to it
-If you’re working on something under the hood, he’ll
mess with you by honking the horn
-“IT WASN’T ME. Maybe you touched something!! Don’t
fuck up the car!” you lil bitch i know i didn’t touch anything
-He does admit that some of the classic cars are his
favourite to look at. Like a 1967 Chevy Impala? BEAUTIFUL. 1971 Pontiac
Firebird Trans Am? Y E S
- mc lets fuck in every single one of your backseats