* and they'll never turn the lights back on.

listen up, is this what y'all want? we close the bodega, the neighborhood is gone. || bell, 24, they / them.

[insomniac-arrest]

a graph based on my observations

[dmitryanya]

[lincolnrosarios]

as per this post — HERE is the link to the ITH server!

a couple things: it IS minor friendly, roles by age group and pronouns. got channels for creative stuff and general chat ; come hang out!

[lincolnrosarios]

as per this post — HERE is the link to the ITH server!

a couple things: it IS minor friendly, roles by age group and pronouns. got channels for creative stuff and general chat ; come hang out!

[lincolnrosarios]

actually? like this post if any of y’all would be into a discord server for the ITH musical fandom?

( likely it’ll be a chill place to hang out and share headcanons / art / etc. -- lemme know if there’s interest and i’ll make it happen !! )

[lincolnrosarios]

yes i did post a fic yes it is in a non - musical fandom no i am NOT taking questions at this time

[lincolnrosarios]

title: scratch out a place to sit and rest down in the dark. fandom: do no harm ( nbc ) word count: 1,739 tw: domestic abuse ment, ian - related canon abuse discussion, heavy talk of death and panic / anxiety attacks

    It isn't that he's afraid; he tells himself this at night, when the wind blows a little too hard and rattles the windowpanes, when a door slams just a few apartments down and shakes the scarce decorations of his own ramshackle residence; it's just the couple that lives four doors down, he knows, remembers their argument from two nights ago --- the one that sent him spiraling into another flashback, curled up in his bed and breathing so heavy he's certain they could hear him all the way back in Philadelphia, the one where she yelled that he can't do this, where he yelled I can, because who's going to stop me?      

    He isn't afraid. He isn't afraid, because if he was, then he would probably be dead right now, right? He would be lying somewhere, forgotten and abandoned and left to whatever scavengers ravage the dead here in Montego Bay; the elements would have their fun first, he's sure, that's what always happens to a corpse when it's left to rot in isolation --- then would come the bugs, the maggots and the flies planting roots in his organs and having their own little rave within this body that has seen so much, this godforsaken dark that kept him moving for so, so long. Then, when the bugs have had their fun, the rodents would probably take a few bites, a bit of nutrition from this person who no longer serves a purpose, no longer has anyone begging for a drug, or for security, for salvation --- he doesn't suspect this dead, rotten thing would taste very good, but remnants never do. Scraps never do.

[ continue reading on AO3 !! ]

[valedeahlive-deactivated2021090]

fuck hamilton for the fact that it’s opening song still gets me so hyped after almost 2 years

[dmbakura]

do u ever see someone elses headcannon for ur fave character and its like….. i completely respect that u have the right to that headcannon, i will not confront u at all and start needless bullshit over that headcannon…. but i will silently sit here and give you the sideways glance of the century

[sharkfish]

me, out loud: hey that’s cool we all have our own interpretations and i support you as part of fandom regardless 

me, in my head: ….but you’re wrong 

[lurkinglurkerwholurks]

I would just like to remind everyone that this is the mature, reasonable, and sensible response.

[fang-emblem]

[foreiqnersgod]

New York’s hottest new club is: Hadestown. This club has EVERYTHING: Jazz, a giant lightbulb wall, sexy overalls, an old man with a silver suit in the corner giving you advice, a drunk springtime Goddess, political uprisings, a certified Daddy God, metaphors for capitalism and climate change, the power of hope, forgiveness, and music, your undead wife. The password to get in is: sadly chanting “laaaa la la la la la la”

[forthehonorofraeskull]

nobody:

my last braincell during a test: (somebody better open these goddamn-) sOmEbOdY bEtTeR oPeN tHeSe GoDdAmN dOoRs!1! GOTTA FIND USNAVI, TELL HIM WHAT'S GOING ON- OHHHHH NOO - SOMEbOdy bettEr OPEN - nothing is on, nothing is on! Oh n - AND I CANT FIND USNAVI!!!! VAneSsAAAA, vANE - HAS ANYONE SEEN BENNY?? bEEEEEEEEENNNNNYYYY!!! NINA, WHERE'D YOU GO -- UUUUSNAVI HELP MEEEEEE,, vAnEssAAA,, hAs AnYoNe SeEn BeNnY?? NINA WHERE'D YOU GO, I CANT FIND YOU- UUUUUUSNAVI HELP ME-- please find Nina!! Find Camila!& - FIND MY WAY HOOOOOOOME - if you see my family bring them - USNAVI, HELP MEEEEEE- we are powerless, we are powerless! - YOU LEFT ME alOOOOOONE - we are powerless, wE are Powerless!! yO, THEY THROWIN BOTTLES IN THE STREETS--

[muirneach]

lin doing almost every part of carnaval del barrio demo is my last braincell listening to like any musical that has A Lot of people singing at once

[lincolnrosarios]

highlights:

- the dani & benny bit

- the SONNY BIT 

[muirneach]

lin doing almost every part of carnaval del barrio demo is my last braincell listening to like any musical that has A Lot of people singing at once

[tikkunolamorgtfo]

I love it when people try to claim representation in fiction is being taken “too far” to the point where it’s no believable. They’re like: 

“What’s next, a mixed-race immigrant on the autism spectrum?” Hi, my name is Rachel, also known as Rachna, and I’m a mixed-race immigrant on the autism spectrum. 

“What’s next, a transgender Latino man with chronic pain?” What, you mean my former colleague, Marco? 

“What’s next, a Black Jewish lesbian?” Bitch, I know I three Black Jewish lesbians, WHAT’S YOUR FUCKING POINT?

[furbearingbrick]

[hamiltonincorrectquotes]

“Good morning!” 

[i-d0nt-even-kn0w]

Oh to be a musical protagonist and have a break down while the ensemble surrounds and belts ferociously at you

[lincolnrosarios]

is the in the heights musical fandom still alive........has the sonny de la vega protection squad seen this video of robin......i have to know.....