the whole thing is perfect

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
Why Looney Tunes: Back in Action is objectively the greatest film ever made

No-one ever talks about Looney Tunes: Back in Action and that’s a crime.

Because…

Okay, Brendan Fraser plays a stuntman.

…who hates working with Brendan Fraser.

His dad is Timothy Dalton, who plays an actor most well known for spy films.

…who turns out to actually be a real spy and hides spy shit behind a portrait of himself.

So father and son have to team up to stop an evil genius…   played by a near-unrecognisable Steve Martin.

…whose henchman is WWE star Bill Goldberg.

By the way, Steve Martin is the head of the ACME corporation.

Yes, that ACME.

Oh, and among Martin’s underlings are Ron Perlman and Robert Picardo.

So anyway our heroes end up at Area Fifty TWO… which is run by Joan Cusack.

…and which houses all sorts of alien nasties, including…

TRIFFIDS

THIS ISLAND EARTH MUTANTS

ROBOT MONSTER

AND MOTHER FUCKING DALEKS

Plus the twins from Gremlins 2 play the WARNER BROTHERS

Shaggy and Scooby chastise Matthew Lillard over the live action Scooby Doo movie.

Porky Pig and Speedy Gonzales lament political correctness killing their careers.

Brendan Fraser gets to punch Brendan Fraser.

Fucking plus

Plus the whole time he’s accompanied by Daffy Duck and Bugs Bunny, and the whole thing was directed by Joe Dante so you know that’s a perfect fit.

So in conclusion, please watch Looney Tunes: Back in Action. It will most likely change your life.

Reasons why “Last Kiss” is a lyrical masterpiece:

- “The words that you whispered / For just us to know“

- “The beat of your heart / It jumps through your shirt / I can still feel your arms”

- “I don’t know how to be something you miss / I never thought we’d have a last kiss”

- “So I’ll watch your life in pictures like I used to watch you sleep / And I feel you forget me like I used to feel you breathe”

- “And something reminds you / You wish you had stayed / You can plan for a change in weather and time / But I never planned on you changing your mind“

- “Never imagined we’d end like this / Your name, forever the name on my lips”

And the most important line : “Writer: Taylor Swift”

7

tHE NEW CRYSTAL TALE

sorry I was so late for this cause up until now i still don’t know who’d take Navy’s place for the next perilette & paper lazuli ‘episode’ HALP

  • WHAT I SAY: "I'M FINE"
  • WHAT I MEAN: *FLIPS TABLE* MONSTA X IS SERVING UP TALENT, CHARISMA AND LOOKS FOR DAYS!!!

If I’m dating you, that means I’m dating all of you. I want to know all your favorite things, and listen to you endlessly about what you’re passionate about. I want you excitedly talking too loud about how you’re going to change the world. I want to know about your siblings, and have lunch with your parents. I want to know if you have a good relationship with your family or not, and why. I want to know your fears and anxieties and what keeps you awake at night. I want to know when you first learned how to ride a bike, and when you got your first heart break. I want to know about the summer you felt most alive. I want to know about how you planned your wedding as a child, and the names you picked out for your hypothetical children. I want to know your mood just by looking at your face. I want to know who your best friends are. I want us to be able to communicate with an expression, and to have so many inside jokes it feels like we’re living in our own world. When I date you, I don’t want just a portion, I want the whole damn thing. The good, the bad, the ugly, and the down right perfect. I don’t settle for half ass relationships.

10

“safe from pain
and truth
and choice
and other poison devils.
see, they don’t give a fuck about you
like I do.”

anonymous asked:

Please please I want the citation in the book about his hair because I dont remember it aaaaaa (Sorry for bad english ??)

Hey! Sorry it took me a while to get back to you. It was a combination of “Hmm is there anything else you can add?” and “I’ll get back to this later!” LOL

Anyway, here are some excerpts that give the readers some information about Laurent’s hair:

Captive Prince, Chapter 10:

Laurent’s body was a series of graceful lines under the shirt’s soft folds. Damen’s eyes lifted to the white column of his throat, and above that the golden hair, parting around the shell cup of an unjewelled ear. The image was damascened, as beaten metal. He was reading.

Prince’s Gambit, Chapter 2: 

In order to begin unlacing the garment, he had to lift his fingers and brush to one side the ends of the gilt hair, soft as fox fur. When he did so, Laurent tipped his head very slightly, offering better access.

Prince’s Gambit, Chapter 14: 

Damen looked downwards and saw the way that the white fabric shifted slightly under his thumbs. Laurent’s shirt hung on his body, a containing layer. Then Damen’s eyes travelled up along the balanced nape, to a wick of golden hair tucked behind an ear.

Prince’s Gambit, Chapter 18: 

Laurent looked like any young man who has been pressed against a battlement and kissed. The slight disturbance of the hair at Laurent’s nape was wonderful. His hand had lain there.

Kings Rising, Chapter 12: 

Damen lifted his hand, slid his fingers into the short, soft hair at the back of Laurent’s neck, cupping his head. They had never been this close, not with the fact of who he was open between them.

There was only the feel of it, the slide of his chest against Laurent’s back, the dip of Laurent’s head, and the sweat-damp hair at the nape of Laurent’s neck.

Kings Rising, Chapter 14:

The light through the trees dappled Laurent’s hair, which was longer now than it had been in the palace, and showing signs of minor disarray.

The Summer Palace:

He remembered - the steam of those other baths, the moment he had caught Laurent’s wrist in his hand. This close, he could see the wet tops of Laurent’s shoulders. Above that, the tips of Laurent’s hair were wet too, from steam or from the splash from the pitcher.

The passage from The Summer Palace (TSP) clearly states that Laurent’s hair is slightly above shoulder length. Since TSP occurs near the end of this series’ timeline AND Chapter 14 of King’s Rising (KR) states that Laurent’s hair grows throughout the trilogy, I can make assumptions of the length of Laurent’s hair from earlier.

I believe that at the beginning of the trilogy, Laurent’s hair is at/around chin level. In Chapter 10 of Captive Prince (CP), Laurent’s hair is described to be tucked behind his ear. Hair that is chin level (speaking from personal experience because mine is that short) is easily able to be tucked behind the ear. Any shorter than chin length is hard to brush behind the ear. 

Laurent’s hair is constantly described as at the nape, aka the back of the neck. Since we know that Laurent’s hair is at chin level in CP and is shoulder length in TSP, I can conclude that his hair grows throughout Prince’s Gambit (PG) and KR.

TL;DR - Laurent’s hair begins at chin level, gradually grows throughout the trilogy, and is now at shoulder level. He has “medium” length hair.

honestly it’s baffling to me how the entire party can be So Bad at reading vex outside of percy and pike (if she’s there) like even vax is extremely hit or miss on saying what vex wants or needs to hear and as a whole vm just. likes to dismiss a lot of vex’s more serious feelings as jokes.

I’ve been wanting to draw the Adelita twins from Book of Life since I saw it… a couple months ago.  But I’ve been too busy to work on my own stuff. Finally made the time to do it, so enjoy. Initially I had started with pencil on paper, but when I messed up the inking so to salvage it I re-inked the whole thing in digital. The coloring is far from perfect, but it’s what I have time for.

to my heart.

i have lost count of how many times I have let you down and disappointed you.
there’s been days whereby I felt you sing to my anatomy a little softer
because I knew how crippled you were.
days whereby I’ve felt you surfacing to my tongue from my throat in search of a breather because i was careless with how i handled you - how i allowed other individuals to caress you.
you and i have been through the thickest storms together,
i ushered you into the raging skies without being aware of how exposed and vulnerable you were.
they were times i knew you wanted to give up on me,
you skipped a couple of symphonies, and hushed backing vocals,
but you didn’t halt.
you knew how much of you i needed to live a full life, a rich life (rich in experience) so you gave me all of you again - in all those pieces, broken but whole.
i know things aren’t perfect yet, i know you’re still healing,
but i want you to know that i am not the same person, because of all that i have placed you through.
you are me, i am you, therefore your pain, was my pain.
i am wiser now, thick skinned, grown, spiritually full
and i have grown enough to allow someone in again.
i, solemly promise, to guard you with all that is me and all that i am.

to my mind

you know too much that isn’t true.
you have absorbed myths about yourself that were uttered by individual’s whom hardly even knew you. they were times i had to suppress your glory for acceptance, and i am incredibly remorseful for this. you remember too much that needs to be forgotten.
they are things i have planted in you that i want to harvest,
people i’ve allowed too close to you that i wish i hadn’t.
you are enough.
your substance is not ‘uptight’ and your thoughts are a beautiful scenery.
i want you to know you are limitless.
i couldn’t have known how to place feelings on paper if it was not for you.
thank you for remaining sane, in the midst of insanity.
mostly, thank you for reminding me of who i am.

to the soul &/or spirit

i let too many words touch you.
i allowed the tangible to have more of an impact on my being than i did you.
i felt you plead with me for food in form of supplications, prayers, meditation and writing but i had damaged you so much so, i didn’t know where would be the correct place to start.
i heard you cry, you housed the body and its contexts but it must have felt like you were a visitor in your own home with how much i shun you.
i felt your emptiness, and your hurt.
i am you.
and i am ever indebted to you.

—  wprn