Austin McKenzie’s Falsetto Reblog If You Agree

reminder to:

straighten your back

go pee goddAMN IT STOP HOLDING IT

go take your meds if you need to

drink some water

go get a snack if you havent eaten in a while

maybe wander around the house/stretch a little if you’ve been sat at the computer a while (artists especially: sTRETCH THOSE WRISTS)

reply to that text/message from earlier you’d forgotten about

maybe send a nice lil message to someone having a bad day?

Little things you notice when you’ve seen DWSA too many times

-Melchior nervously tucks his shirt in when Wendla turns away to explore his ‘private place for thinking.’

-In the same scene only in the Broadway staging, Melchior follows Wendla all around the ‘tree’ trying to catch her attention, but of course she can’t hear so she keeps walking around

-Hanschen turns to Ernst’s voice and shushes him when he laughs during the vineyard scene

-Hanschen looks back (kind of ominously?) at Ernst’s voice when he walks off with Ernst

-Hanschen is super shady obv- he laughs with the teacher at Moritz’s mistake, and sarcastically slow-claps while walking across the stage after Melchior flips everyone off in the end of ‘Totally Fucked’

-During the pre-show warm-up, the actors start slowly transforming into their characters after they put their costumes on. Daniel Durant walks nervously with bowed legs as Moritz; Andy stands in the corner and glares out at the audience as Hanschen; the sisters Thea and Melitta stroll together as a pair; Otto walks around adorably in his sailor outfit while practicing verbalizing words..

-Melchior stares at Wendla very intensely all through Mama Who Bore Me

-Krysta operates the spotlight on the actors. Also she has a really cute sort of dressing room with a lamp and drawings on the wall if you look up to the left

-Moritz occasionally looks over at his voice like ‘wtf?’ when Ilse talks about the shit that went down in Priapia, and his voice shrugs back like ‘I have no idea dude.’ Also Ilse seems to have a bit of a rougher time communicating with Moritz in ASL.

-When Ilse suddenly shows up and makes Moritz drop his gun in surprise, his voice grabs it and hides it in his pocket. Later when Ilse leaves, Moritz gestures for his voice to give it back. Then he covers his voice’s microphone and lowers it. His voice lowers his head and walks away slowly.

-On a different note, the way Austin pronounces NO THANK YOU (like nho tHank hyou) to his bullies at the reformatory fascinates me.

Anyone else notice some things that one-time viewers might miss/might want to look out for..?

Watch: Samantha Bee is so fucking done in fired up, necessary segment after the Orlando shooting.

please…don’t…leave me alone…

you…were…all i could trust…

i…cant…do this alone…

STIIIIIIIIIILLLLL IIIIIIIIIII WILL IF I MUUUUUSSSST!!!!!!!

SHE CHEATED!

Fat woman: *exists* Man #1: you are disgusting and unfuckable, therefore worthless Man #2: not so fast. she is not totally worthless. I would fuck her #bodyposi #feminism

if you don’t love me or feel at least a sliver of affection for me then please, do not look at me like you do. stop acting as if we’re meant to be and i’m the reason your life is a little bit better than it would be if i wasn’t. stop trying to slip your way into my heart only to leave it bruised and beaten if you’re not going to fix it.

please stop making me fall in love with you if you’re not even going to love me back. (via uhnsaids)

where are the gay christmas movies

Shrewd Slytherin

We are Slytherin. We are green and silver. We are the crushing of the waves. We are shadows and currents.

We are the calm before a storm and suggestive smirks in class. We are the legends that linger forever. Sometimes our tounges are sharper than our knives. Sometimes our smiles are more cruel than our revenge. Our condolences. We are the heroes that lived too long. We are the Kings and Queens of Kings and Queens. And heavy weighs the crown. We are the moon in the sky and the snow on the ground. We are the ballet dancers that rock. We are the northern lights in the polar night. We are beautiful and sharp and crystal clear.

And breakable.

We embrace our shadows and keep our chin high. And sometimes the dark comes seeping in. Sometimes our own weapons turn against us. Sometimes it’s hard to keep the head clear. To focus. Sometimes our control crumbles. And is taken away. Sometimes it’s impossible to hold on.

Sometimes I realise my mistake. And sometimes I ponder if I am one. And then they are there. Screaming: Yes. Yes, you are… Someone who can’t even do this simple task.

Sometimes I hide from them. In my room. I can hear them scream and yell downstairs. Upstairs. On the other side of the door. And sometimes I am happy that I am so lonely. Because at least I don’t have to listen to them. And sometimes I think: Why bother? At all?

But then there you are: The calm after the storm. The boulder in the stream. My rock. And your voice is soft:

“Want to feel alive?”

And I chuckle. Because you have come to know me so well. And you take my hand and lead me away from them.

And we conquer the world. We hoist our colours and take a gulp of freedom. We are the snake with its cunning and wisdom. We are the sea. A roaring and a calm. And we will write history and prophecies.

Because we want to.

{However, please, don’t push me.}

Anakin’s story is the saddest of the series

And I don’t mean just Anakin and Padme’s. Yes that’s horrifyingly sad but it’s just a piece of Anakin’s story. Ani’s whole life has just been a tragedy after tragedy, loss after loss, betrayal after betrayal. He just wants to be loved and trusted and to protect those he considers his and I love him so so much.