#underlyingtheory

[sitpwgs]

underlyingtheory replied to your post: really cannot believe some people think that...

What happened with Anastasia?

you can read about it here. 

[broadwayappreciationweeks]

Have you guys posted the link to the stream of Heathers yet?

Here is the link!

We start in one minute, everyone!

[bogbrained]

underlyingtheory replied to your post: the password is ‘argent’

It doesn’t work..?

??? that's weird it's been working for everyone else

[andertveit-blog]

me

yesssSS

[mythbusterposey]

tell me a story?

Oh goodness. There was a story my grandmother used to tell me, about a cold winter night, and a tiny kitten lost in the woods. Everywhere he'd go, strangers like the woodpecker and the hedgehog and the mole and the badger would each give the tiny kitten a bit of their fur or feathers, so the tiny kitten would stay warm in the cold. The kitten couldn't speak yet, it was so young, so it just kept wandering the forest to stay warm. Just when the kitten was going to fall asleep in the snow and perish, a warm yellow light spilled out onto the snow. Two warm hands picked the kitten up, and gently took out all the feathers and odd fur and the spines from the hedgehog, leaving them in the snow. The kitten mewled because it thought it'd get cold again without the gifts from its friends. But the two warm hands were there to keep the kitten warm. The kitten and the owner of the hands grew closer and closer to the warm spill of light, until all was yellow and orange and white around the kitten. The hands set the kitten down on a soft rug, gave it a few loving pets, and the kitten fell asleep, dreaming of snow. The end.

[withaliensandrainbows]

Tell me a story?

Once upon a time there was a blogger, and her name was BlueBell. She set out from home, determined to discover new things, have fantastic adventures and meet wonderful new friends.

Her first encounter on this journey was a strange land which she soon learned was called Myspace. She looked around a little while, peering around corners and squinting at some things, before deciding it was a very silly place and not at all where she belonged.

Traveling some more, she soon found herself in the territory she'd heard called Facebook. Facebook was a confusing place, with images and words flowing past in strange lines, only to change and flow a different way just when she thought she'd gotten used to it. And people kept poking her. She never did understand why. 'This is clearly not the place for grand adventures and lovely friends', she thought, and nearly ran from Facebook as quickly as she could.

She was beginning to lose hope. Would she ever find her place?

Her feet eventually led her to Twitter. This seemed more promising, as there were many friendly faces here--and yet, it just didn't feel quite right to BlueBell. She wanted a place where she could feel welcomed and at home, a place where she could be silly at times and not be judged, or be serious and know that those around her cared.

She decided to ask the next friendly face she saw for advice. "Excuse me?" she said quietly to a tall, older gentleman with merry eyes and a wise, kind face.

"Hello, my dear, who might you be?" he asked.

"I'm BlueBell, and I need your help."

"It is a pleasure to meet you, BlueBell. I am Stephen Fry. How may I help?"

"I'm looking for a place to make my new home. I need somewhere to go where there are people like me, people who will understand me."

Stephen Fry frowned thoughtfully. "Hmm. Tell me, BlueBell, are you a fangirl? Do you like finding books you can identify with? Do you have a tendency to throw yourself passionately into new fandoms as you discover them?"

BlueBell simply nodded yes to each question, her eyes shining. He understood what she was looking for!

"Well, then, my dear child, your long search is over." He put a comforting arm over her shoulders, turning her slightly, and pointed. "There, little one, just over that hill is where you belong."

"What's over the hill?" BlueBell asked, looking up at him.

"That is Tumblr, BlueBell, and it is where you were always meant to be. Off you go, now!"

So, with a quick wave and a bright smile, BlueBell dashed over the hill,  not stopping until she was well within the heart of Tumblr. Then, turning in a very slow circle and looking all about her, she threw her head back and cried: "ASDFGHJKL I"M HERE! Feels! SO MANY FEELS! I can't. I can't even."

The End.

:D

[andertveit-blog]

underlyingtheory replied to your post: im supposed to be writing a college essay about an...

Reduction of arts budgets in schools; because of the whole ‘I’m Amanda I want to be an Actress I deserve to not be neglected in my training and a motz goddammit’

omg. i was thinking about writing about stereotypes. i could relate that to so many things including theater and yeah thats a good idea i may need to do research though.

[andertveit-blog]

hi working on my lovelies/loves/favorite people page on my blog

so uh who wants to be on it that isnt already?

(:

(if youre tagged youre already on it)