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Happy GoT day

Send in the Hacks

Isn’t it rich? Aren’t they a pair? Benioff writing the shocks, Weiss adds in despair. Send in the hacks.

Isn’t it bliss? Don’t critics approve? Warping characters around, all context removed. Where are the hacks? Send in the hacks.

Just when I’d stopped giving a shit, knowing I always could turn off my TV and quit. Then dangerous messaging received nothing but raves. What racism? They’re stunning and brave.

Don’t you love farse? Their fault, I fear. It’s simply a parody now, sorry my dear. So where are the hacks? Quick, send in the hacks. Don’t bother, they’re here.

Isn’t it rich? Isn’t it queer? Spectacle and sexism made their career. And who calls them ‘hacks’? Please call them both ‘hacks’.

Well, maybe next year.

  • Non-theatre person: You know any rap?
  • Me: Greens, greens and nothing but greens --
  • Non-theatre person: Any street rap?
  • Me: Lights up on Washington Heights, up at the break of
  • day I wake up and I got this little --
  • Non-theatre person: C'MON!
  • Me: How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore and a Scotsman --
  • Non-theatre person: FORGET IT!

anonymous asked:

More Sondheim/got parody, please

On the Steps of the Great Sept

By Good Queen Marg

I’m a very smart dame.

I’m a dame who prepares!

Knowing how much trouble my brother’s in, I trotted down all the stairs

I was caught unawares…

I guess my dad’s army cares

Almost like they’re here to protect?

But forget my neglect now it’s time to dissect

On the steps of the Great Sept


You think, what should you do? You think, make a decision!

Why not see the Faith alliance through? You think, well it’s a coup, what would be Sparrow’s response?

But then what if he knew who you were when you know that you’re not what he thinks that you are?

Yet what if you could be

A reformed pious woman?

But then how could you be, when you have no belief, and you want Loras free, so then which do you pick:

Where your brother is safe in the Faith, but where everything’s wrong

Or where everything’s right but there could be societal harm?

And whichever you pick, do it quick, ‘cause this army’s no schtick

On the steps of the Great Sept.


It’s your first big decision… The choice isn’t easy to make

Being the commoner’s doll is exciting and all, but once you’re in it, it’s scary

And it’s fine to deceive those who are naïve, yet you have to be wary

There’s a lot that’s a stake, but you can’t stall much more, ‘cause you have the kingsguard with armor, on the steps…


Better run back inside! Let them handle the collision.

Although everyone’s dumb, it’s best avoiding the scrum

Plus despite looking lame, it won’t be you causing shame

So you avoid the blame…


And then out of the blue, and without any guide

You know what your decision is: which is not to decide!

You’ll just stand there and grin. All absolved of your sin.

Let the High Sparrow win

Now it’s not me but him who’s controlling the king

The new linchpin

With chagrin

So your freedom begins

Freedom like Anne Boleyn

On the steps of the great sept!

Raúl Esparza drawing Nr. 113: George & Dot from “Sunday in the Park with George”. 💞 There is so much in this musical I can relate to and the amazing Sondheim lyrics go straight to my heart - as usual.
Haven’t made up my mind about the next one yet. Maybe Barba or Chilton. Hope you’re having a wonderful day! 💞😘

“And though I’ll think of you, I guess,

Until the day I die,

I think I miss you less and less

As every day goes by,

Johanna.

And you’d be beautiful and pale

And look too much like her.

If only angels could prevail

We’d be the way we were.

Wake up, Johanna,

Another bright red day,

We learn, Johanna, to say

Goodbye.”

some of the best and most fascinating lyrics sondheim has written and it’s set against him comically murdering peolpe

anonymous asked:

Have you ever considered; Even more songs? Like, all the songs.

Isn’t it rich? Aren’t they a pair? Benioff writing the shocks, Weiss adds in despair. Send in the hacks.

Isn’t it bliss? Don’t critics approve? Warping characters around, all context removed. Where are the hacks? Send in the hacks.

Just when I’d stopped giving a shit, knowing I always could turn off my TV and quit. Then dangerous messaging received nothing but raves. What racism? They’re stunning and brave.

Don’t you love farse? Their fault, I fear. It’s simply a parody now, sorry my dear. So where are the hacks? Quick, send in the hacks. Don’t bother, they’re here.

Isn’t it rich? Isn’t it queer? Nonsensical plotlines and sexism made their career. And who calls them ‘hacks’? Please call them both ‘hacks’.

Well, maybe next year.

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On this day in music history: May 5, 1962 - “West Side Story - Original Motion Picture Soundtrack” hits #1 on the Billboard Top 200 for 54 weeks (non-consecutive). Produced by Didier Deutsch, it is recorded at the United Artists Scoring Stage in Hollywood, CA on August 9 - 10, 1960. Featuring songs written by Leonard Bernstein (music) and Stephen Sondheim (lyrics), it is the soundtrack for the film adaptation of the hit Broadway musical. The soundtrack album like the film itself becomes an unprecedented success, with the album ascending to the top of the charts following the films sweep of the Academy Awards, winning ten of the eleven awards its nominated for. The “West Side Story” soundtrack sets a record for the longest run at #1 in the history of the Billboard pop album chart (unbroken to this day), spending a total of one year and two weeks at the top. The album also spends a total of over five years on the Top 200 before falling off of the chart in 1967. It wins the Grammy Award for Best Sound Track Album or Recording of Original Cast From a Motion Picture or Television in 1962. “West Side Story - Original Motion Picture Soundtrack” is certified 3x Platinum in the US by the RIAA.

The sketch of Raúl Esparza drawing Nr. 163: Sunday In The Park With George.
This musical really means a lot to me. Back then, it was the second musical with Raúl I’ve ever watched.
The Sondheim Lyrics go straight to my heart, as always. Move On is definitely a song with lyrics to live by:

Move on…

Stop worrying where you’re going-
Move on
If you can know where you’re going
You’ve gone
Just keep moving on

I chose, and my world was shaken-
So what?
The choice may have been mistaken,
The choosing was not
You have to move on

Look at what you want,
Not at where you are,
Not at what you’ll be-
Look at all the things you’ve done for me

Opened up my eyes,
Taught me how to see,
Notice every tree-

Highlights from my College Essays this Year

EDIT: I had this queued to post on May 1st, but for whatever reason it never did. I’m posting this now because a few of you have asked me about some of my essays. These are all from 2014-2015. These are mostly opening lines btw

  • “Like most moments in my life, my first impression of academia can be summarized by Stephen Sondheim lyrics: bizarre; fixed; cold.” (Stanford)
  • “I think eighth-grade-me would hate myself for painting.” (Columbia)
  • “For as long as I can remember I’ve concocted elaborate assassination plots against myself” (Stanford)
  • “Ever since I draped an executioner’s hood over my face, shredded bundles of lettuce, and sent the resulting “Veganism” PSA to my entire school on April Fool’s Day, people told me I’m overly dramatic.” (Brown)
  • “From the age of eleven I’ve lusted for revolution.” (Brown)
  • “Dear Brown: You’re not like the other colleges.”
  • “In her grand Act I finale (“Take-A,Take-A,Take Me/Spooky College Wait Dream”), the candidate anxiously envisions her UChicago dream while encouraged by visions of Steven Levitt and Carl Sagan, whilst dancing cups of Ramen Noodles surround her.” (UChicago-I wrote the whole thing like a summary of a musical)

I’m late for Fanfic Writers Appreciation Day again! I’ll do another fic rec post soon but until then I love you all and am so grateful for the work you accomplish and give to fandom for us all to enjoy!

Originally posted by daria1-9-9-7

And for the lesser known writers who don’t get loads of comments or kudos - here’s an out of context Sondheim lyric:

Look, I made a hat

Where there never was a hat

When you write, edit and post a new fic, you made something new that wasn’t there before and I think that’s pretty bloody spectacular. Even if the response isn’t what you hoped for, I think you should be damn proud. 

Every Week a Little Death

(Sung to the tune of “Every Day a Little Death” by Stephen Sondheim)



Part 1: 
Every week a little death,

In the writing in the tale

In the action in the humor in the call-backs in the sale

Every week a little sting

In the shocks now growing stale

Every move and every breath, and you hardly feel a thing, brings a perfect little death

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