Пиковая дама

[Jenna] [Simultaneously funny and sad.]

[laughingsloth]

[jesterlesbian]

Why did you interfere? Oh God, what is it all? What is it?!

[bassiter]

steph

stephanie

jeff

jeffanie

[lorde-of-the-things]

tim

timothy

jim

jimothy

[samoorex]

nick

nicholas

rick

richolas

[bassiter]

harry 

harold

larry

larold

[egberts]

Zack zackary Jack jackary

[persnickityslumps]

Jon Jonathan Ron Ronathan

[lizziebug]

Greg

Gregory

Craig 

Craigory

[tacomel420]

ben benjamin gwen gwenjamin

[fuckthesheriff-panda]

Phil Phillip Jill Jillip

[romeo728]

Frank Francis

Hank Hancis

[killitwithzombies]

Ed

Edward

Ned

Nedward

[fuocogo]

Dan

Daniel

Stan

Staniel

[bear-maximum-deactivated2021090]

Meg

Margaret

Greg

Grargaret

[alienoakley]

Carry

Caroline

Gary

Garoline

[lonelymentality]

Al

Alphonse

Val

Valphonse

[danisontnonfire]

Jen

Jennifer

Ken

Kennifer

[vicambulating]

Molly Margaret

Holly Hargaret

[shieldmaidenofsherwood]

Harry

Henry

Larry

Lenry

[marzipanandminutiae]

Cate

Catherine

Nate

Natherine

[djoodimattel]

Legendary

[pettycentral]

[bpddazaii]

me: i’m over it! narrator: they were not over it

[insomniac-arrest]

non-gendered alternative to ‘welcome ladies and gentlemen’

[goddessofidiocy-deactivated2019]

what will future historians do with this 

[911official-deactivated20200526]

this is The Human Experience

[name1738]

This is our legacy

[thevirginharrry-deactivated2013]

remember swine flu reblog if ur a tru 2009 kid

[madelinekahns]

Madeline Kahn and Carol Burnett singing ‘Friend’ (x)

[madelinekahns]

Madeline Kahn and Grover singing ‘Sing After Me’ on Sesame Street, 1977

[littlepatsystone]

a conversation I saw at Taco Bell

young son crying: I wish I had a burrito

the mom pointing at the kid's burrito: son that is a burrito

[thesymski]

the year is 2017. a ufo lands in your backyard. out steps a group of aliens.

you gasp. “are you here to find our leader and kill him??”

the alien in front seems alarmed. “no, no, we all come in peace, why would you-”

“oh.” you sigh dejectedly. “i just- we have a really bad president. like really evil bad, i just thought-” you start to tear up.

the alien places a hand on your shoulder. “hey now, it’s okay, maybe you can tell us all about him and we’ll- we’ll see what we can do.”

[four-toed-creed]

Conference Room Board: Meeting Themes

[redlips-shakinhips-blog]

I had no idea that was the post I’ve been waiting for

[littlepatsystone]

Honestly, I had such a powerful day today. Being among a really cool group of young people that has a lot of hope for the future was energizing and motivating. We can’t let ourselves lose steam over the coming weeks, months, and years. 

Let’s keep going.

[teesadutta]

1.21.17

[solong-farewell]

musical theatre gothic

•it’s tech week. it’s so hot under the lights. you haven’t been home in four days. you’re so sweaty. you’re so miserable. and it keeps getting hotter. is it hell week? or just hell?

•the sound effects don’t work. the sounds don’t work. the sounds you make don’t work. you open your mouth and try to make a sound. it doesn’t work.

•your makeup is too orange. you try to scrub it off, and then you realize it’s already gone. this is what your face looks like.

•you try to take off your character shoes. you realize that they are now your feet.

•you can only speak in your character’s accent now. you don’t remember what it’s like without it. haven’t you always spoken that way?

•people dressed all in black are always hurrying by. they never slow down. once, you bump into one. they have no face.

•your prop is missing. you begin to doubt you ever had a prop in the first place.

•someone is napping backstage. they cannot be woken up.

•your leads are dating now. your leads are married now. your leads are parents now. your leads are grandparents, are retired, are dying in each other’s arms. it’s only been two weeks.

•"we need to get this down by opening night,“ barks your director. you’re always working towards opening night. opening night never comes.