I don't know what the fuck I'm doing

multifandom, she/her, bi, germany

[mwagneto]

i forgot to post this last year so im scheduling it to post march 15th 2024 (it's march 17th 2023 rn)

[justiceleague]

HENRY CAVILL in Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice 2016, dir. Zack Snyder

[layfmacun]

[incorrect-supergirl]

Kara: Nia just texted me back “lmao” from the other room.

Kara: I hear no laughing.

Kara: I’m friends with a laugh liar.

[aurevoir-mes-amis-deactivated20]

petition to rename the usa ‘south canada’

[mellowminty]

what about alaska

are we then normal canada

[saahs]

canada a bit to the left

[officialvatican]

[conflagreat]

What about South America? Is that just America? Or South South Canada?

[starshipenterprisee-blog]

[danyinfj]

[te-odora]

i cried my ass of laughing

[plonts]

[prinxessleia-deactivated2016032]

WARM CANADA

i caN’T BREATHE OH MY GOD

[hypnomega]

I’m not even from Canada but I approve this change of names

[pebbles5ever]

[sigmatique-deactivated20170313]

M ILKY E H

[bnhoe]

IT HAS RETURNED

[gigglygamer]

FOUND IT

[transmadamegiry-remade-deactiva]

IT IS AN HONOUR TO HAVE THIS GRACE MY DASH

[transmadamegiry-remade-deactiva]

reblogging from myself bc i found this when scrolling through my blog

[not-used-to-being-normal]

Reblogging again because this is too god for not reblog

[tyrannosarcophagous]

this is one of the few posts you have to reblog or else you’ll never see it in a million years besides screenshots

[thotpatroleum-deactivated202211]

BABY CANADAS

[apple-juice-spaceboy]

IT’S B A C K

[andinewton]

@this-that-and-every-thing-else

[this-that-and-every-thing-else]

I am Canadian and I approved this post.

[tehdoctah]

Approval seconded

[ewaneneollav]

will olaf and minions ever end. will i be forced to live the rest of my life occasionally seeing olaf and minions

[athenavine]

Said the Baudelaire children.

[letthewordsoverflow]

Why does no one talk about the fact that there is litERALLY AN ENTIRE ORCHESTRA UNDER THE STAGE OF EVERY BROADWAY MUSICAL WITH TRAINED MUSICIANS THAT LEARNED EVERY SINGLE SONG AND PLAY THEM EVERY SINGLE NIGHT

[lesmiserableslove]

ORCHESTRA APPRECIATION POST

[mistandsundews]

YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW LONG I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS

LET ME TELL YOU GUYS A BIT ABOUT THESE AMAZING MUSICIANS

IF IT’S AN OLD THEATER, THE PIT SPACES ARE SO TINY AND ALL THESE MUSICIANS ARE CRAMMED TOGETHER. SOMETIMES THEY CAN’T EVEN SEE THE CONDUCTOR. IN THE NEWSIES PIT, IF YOU’RE SITTING IN THE REED 2 MUSICIAN’S SPOT, THERE IS A GIANT WALL HIDING THE CONDUCTOR FROM VIEW

SOOO… THEY USE MONITORS THAT SHOW THEM A LIVESTREAM OF THE CONDUCTOR, BUT THEY’RE OFTEN A SPLIT SECOND SLOW SO THESE MUSICIANS NEED TO FIGHT THEIR INSTINCTS AND COME IN A SPLIT SECOND EARLY

IT IS NEARLY IMPOSSIBLE TO GET A GIG AS A PIT MUSICIAN, BECAUSE THEY ALL SUB OUT TO EACH OTHER

THEREFORE THERE IS SO MUCH SELF-NETWORKING INVOLVED THAT IT GIVES ME ANXIETY JUST TO THINK ABOUT

SUBBING MUSICIANS DON’T GET REHEARSALS!!!!! EVER!!!!!!!!!!! MAYBE ONCE. BUT THE POINT IS THAT THEY NEED TO GO HOME AND PRACTICE TWO, MAYBE THREE BOOKS TO ABSOLUTE PERFECTION BECAUSE IF THEY DON’T PLAY UP TO PAR, THEY MAY NOT GET THAT JOB BACK.

THEY NEVER!!! GET!!!! ANY!!! RECOGNITION!!! I SENT THE NEWSIES PIT A LETTER ABOUT HOW MUCH THEY INSPIRED ME AND THEY WERE SO FLATTERED AND IMPRESSED AND GRATEFUL THAT THEY FUCKING LET ME SIT IN ON ONE OF THEIR LAST SHOWS.

THESE JOBS DO NOT PAY WELL, TO MY KNOWLEDGE. MAYBE THE SAME PAY AS A MUSIC TEACHER’S SALARY, IF THEY HAVE A STEADY GIG, WHICH MOST OF THEM DON’T.

IF THE SHOW CLOSES, THEY NEED TO FIND ANOTHER GIG, ASAP, BECAUSE THEIR PAY ISN’T ENOUGH TO SUSTAIN AN UNEMPLOYED PERSON AND THEIR FAMILY FOR A LONG PERIOD OF TIME.

OH YEAH, AND LUCKY BRASS PLAYERS, YOU ONLY NEED TO BE ABLE TO PLAY ONE INSTRUMENT, TWO AT THE MOST.

BUT THE WOODWIND PLAYERS? LET ME GIVE YOU SOME PERSPECTIVE:

THE REED 2 BOOK AT NEWSIES CONSISTED OF (I THINK) FLUTE, CLARINET, BASS CLARINET, ALTO SAX, BARI SAX, AND…. MAYBE PICCOLO? I FORGET. BUT THE POINT IS, WOODWIND MUSICIANS NEED TO BE ABLE TO MASTER 84379528803436 DIFFERENT INSTRUMENTS.

IN CONCLUSION, BEING A MEMBER OF A PIT ORCHESTRA IS INCREDIBLY DIFFICULT, BUT THEY DO IT BECAUSE THEY LOVE IT AND HAVE A PASSION FOR IT, NOT FOR RECOGNITION OR THE PAY OR BECAUSE IT’S GLAMOROUS.

[mybrainkindahoyts]

My background photo is literally me playing out of 2 books at once for a pot orchestra. (Trombone and Cello)

[hypno-sandwich]

Pass it on.

[aggressivelywaving-deactivated2]

I played Reed 1 (which was the Clarinet, Alto sax, Bari Sax, Bass Clarinet, Oboe, and English Horn) for The Music Man as well as the cello and I was also an understudy for Marian so I memorized the entire show on all of those instruments plus the choreography and lines and lyrics for Marian (one of the main characters!) so yeah lmao. Respect your pit musicians.

[ohbellamy]

#iconic

[tehdoctah]

NINE NINE!

[angstalottle]

Is president shoe laces a thing?

I saw a girl in Starbucks today with rainbow laces so I told her and she said she got them from the president and I’m so confused

[thewriterofawesomeness]

The ancient words.

Have.

Been.

Spoken!

[cygnus-art]

Jesus fucking Christ its actually 2012 again

[tehdoctah]

The connection was established, but missed. For shame!

[catchymemes]

[highcheesewhiz]

the ending omg

[chavabear]

W H A T

[zigzaggrandvisior]

@dest-chase @greyskycloud

[pitblond]

I was about to make a joke that this is the tutorial level in every platformer game but THE ENDING GOT ME

[tehdoctah]

GOD DAMMIT

[catchymemes]

[butchtj-deactivated20190316]

Do any other american high schoolers have intense survivor’s guilt and trauma with school shootings even though they weren’t at your school?

[butchtj-deactivated20190316]

Like. A laser tag place opened geared towards teenagers and it got no business, we tried to enjoy it but when someone pointed a laser machine gun at me and I instinctively dropped behind the nearest wall and reached to turn off my phone I cried, I wasn’t the only one. The announcements system turns on at an unexpected time and everyone holds their breath until they say something besides “locks, lights, out of sight,” nobody even jokingly pops chip bags anymore, a door slammed really loud during a class change and everyone dropped and ran. Everyone cries during drills, even the toughest ranch kids. Every drill comes with a full day of teachers crying and telling us that they love us all so much and will die for us, and every kid in every class looking around wondering who would I die for? Who would die for me? You walk to the bathroom and wonder every second if it happens right now, where will I go? You test supply closet doors to see which ones are unlocked, you memorize which furniture in the teachers’ lounge your English teacher says is light enough to barricade a door with. The fire alarm goes off and nobody moves, instead you wait for gunshots—it a trap? You stand with a group of freshmen and realize that you’re the oldest, you know you’ll have to die for them. You forget your ID tag and worry that now the police won’t be able to tell your parents if you’re safe, or not safe. Your stats teacher has a baseball bat by the door, your math teacher keeps a stapler under each desk to throw, your drama teacher asks who will be willing to stand by the non-locking door with the Shakespearean swords. Your yearbook teacher tells you don’t worry about breaking a camera because you heard about the kids who died holding them. You don’t use the bathroom during classes because you don’t want to be the only target to shoot at. You keep your phone on silent 24/7 because you worry the one time you forget will be when you get your whole US History class killed. You have a snap saved with your class schedule and school and full name to send in an instant to your internet friends so they know if you were on that wing, you have a note saved with the things you want your mom to know and the things you’re sorry for. At the age of 12 I was told I needed to know who I would die for and that it was okay if it was nobody, that was my decision to make. School shootings control us more than adults and non-Americans could possibly imagine and nobody moves to change anything unless we’re actively screaming for it. Have you considered we’re too scared?

[evilwriter37]

This my friends, is why America is a dystopia. And I live in it. I’m a college student and we have alarm tests. They warn us beforehand but it’s still freaky because you wonder: “What if this goes off for real? Where will I be? What building? Fucking outside?” The fear continues past high school.

[lastoneout]

Yeah this is what scares me the most about going back to college. Not the loans, not the schedule, not the teachers or deadlines or homework, this, this is what terrifies me.

Not to mention things other than schools. The first time I saw someone walk into the theater I worked at with a gun I almost had a panic attack. I’m constantly vigilant at grocery stores and restaurants and bars. I dont like going to rallies or fairs or protests or any public event anymore, and when I do I’m constantly on edge, 100% ready to collapse and hide or run if I need to.

America is a dystopia, and we are gonna see the aftermath of this kind of deep societal fear for years to come.

[lacapitaine-deactivated20120131]

[terriamon]

[skajador]

[cybercrimer]

“due to personal reasons i will ____” is so fucking funny because it implies both that whatever you’re doing is some kind of self care AND that it’s nobody else’s goddamn business 

[butchtj-deactivated20190316]

Do any other american high schoolers have intense survivor’s guilt and trauma with school shootings even though they weren’t at your school?

[butchtj-deactivated20190316]

Like. A laser tag place opened geared towards teenagers and it got no business, we tried to enjoy it but when someone pointed a laser machine gun at me and I instinctively dropped behind the nearest wall and reached to turn off my phone I cried, I wasn’t the only one. The announcements system turns on at an unexpected time and everyone holds their breath until they say something besides “locks, lights, out of sight,” nobody even jokingly pops chip bags anymore, a door slammed really loud during a class change and everyone dropped and ran. Everyone cries during drills, even the toughest ranch kids. Every drill comes with a full day of teachers crying and telling us that they love us all so much and will die for us, and every kid in every class looking around wondering who would I die for? Who would die for me? You walk to the bathroom and wonder every second if it happens right now, where will I go? You test supply closet doors to see which ones are unlocked, you memorize which furniture in the teachers’ lounge your English teacher says is light enough to barricade a door with. The fire alarm goes off and nobody moves, instead you wait for gunshots—it a trap? You stand with a group of freshmen and realize that you’re the oldest, you know you’ll have to die for them. You forget your ID tag and worry that now the police won’t be able to tell your parents if you’re safe, or not safe. Your stats teacher has a baseball bat by the door, your math teacher keeps a stapler under each desk to throw, your drama teacher asks who will be willing to stand by the non-locking door with the Shakespearean swords. Your yearbook teacher tells you don’t worry about breaking a camera because you heard about the kids who died holding them. You don’t use the bathroom during classes because you don’t want to be the only target to shoot at. You keep your phone on silent 24/7 because you worry the one time you forget will be when you get your whole US History class killed. You have a snap saved with your class schedule and school and full name to send in an instant to your internet friends so they know if you were on that wing, you have a note saved with the things you want your mom to know and the things you’re sorry for. At the age of 12 I was told I needed to know who I would die for and that it was okay if it was nobody, that was my decision to make. School shootings control us more than adults and non-Americans could possibly imagine and nobody moves to change anything unless we’re actively screaming for it. Have you considered we’re too scared?

[tehdoctah]

The absolute fuck. The fuck did I just read. This sounds like dystopian fiction. The fucking fuck.

[allthingshyper]

It isn’t. This is 100% the reality of all American children - not the ones that live in bad neighborhoods, not the ones that make bad choices, ALL OF THEM.

Welcome to America.

[kentuckyfriedbooks]

This reminds me of a discussion we had in one of my classes the other day-

My professor was describing how everyone from her generation had the same nightmare of a nuke going off. In they dream they all saw the same mushroom cloud and everything. She said that she didn’t think my generation had a dream like that; one that everyone shared and had

For a while none of us could disagree with her. Until this popped up. I raised my hand and mentioned that everyone I knew had an active shooter dream at one point or another. And Every. Single. Person. Nodded. All of us had that dream. All of us.

Pretty telling, huh?

[aristocrowcy]

The mere notion that highschool children might have survivor’s guilt is sickening

[james-apparently]

I cried reading this and my dad had to come check on me.

Britain’s not perfect, but we won’t shoot you while you’re getting an education.

Please all of you come stay with me I want to keep you safe.

[starkiini-deactivated20231220]

not to be lesbian but oh my fucking god. oh my god. oh my jesus fucking christ. god in heaven. holy fucking shit. carol danvers marry me

[comin-up-for-air]

Deleted Scenes 5x13

[inalandofmythandmerthur]

the way he looks at him ❤️