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It's possible I'm just being crazy but I do firmly believe that there is someone on the team that made this most recent looney toons movie who is like. crazy horny for mildly weird shit. And I DONT mean the daffy twerking part I'm wiser than that....

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Whoa Hamilton looks different here

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When prompted to write an essay about any topic you want, there are many roads you can take. I personally chose the road that involves me explaining the quote-unquote “plot” of starlight express to my trade school teacher. I’ve decided to pass this essay on to you, the three people who read the stuff I reblog. It’s a bit rushed, and I was constrained by a four page limit, but I think it’s pretty decent overall.

Starlight Express: Why Do They Do This?

Whether or not you are a musical fan, there’s a good chance you’ve heard the name Andrew Lloyd Weber before. Perhaps the most famous contemporary composer in the Western world, he has received acclaim for The Phantom of The Opera, School of Rock, and even Cats, a musical that is considered a bizarre take on the genre both inside and out of the broad theatre community. Up until about one month ago, I was living in blissful ignorance about how truly bizarre Weber’s musical machinations could be; until, of course, I saw Starlight Express in London at Wembley Park.

I knew going into this ordeal only a few things about the nature of Starlight Express. For one, this musical was about trains, and naturally, the actors were on roller skates to represent this. The production in London is one of two currently being put on in the professional musical sphere, as Starlight Express requires a specialized stage be built on which the trains can skate around. As I would soon learn, the entirety of the “plot” of Starlight Express is the product of a young boy’s imagination. His train fantasy involves a great race between all manner of train cars, who race in pairs of two for mild glory and ostensibly nothing else. I believed myself ready to experience this show; I endured my high school’s drama department for four years, and regularly listen to musicals many others consider “bad” and “very bad”. Surely, I thought, this musical will be a perfectly fine show that has simply been delivered to the wrong audience. And so, like many others before me, I entered the theatre with high hopes and no little amount of excitement.

Our leading man (train) is one Rusty, a steam train who desperately wants to prove himself by winning the big race. Although he is mocked by his fellow trains, he believes in himself and his ability to win. He quickly meets Pearl, a new passenger car who is a girl train. Obviously, he is now in love with her, and after multiple scenes wherein they do nothing but flirt and encourage each other, we as the audience are safe to assume she is also in love with him. This notion is immediately dismissed as another train comes onto the scene: Electra, an electric train, who sings a total of one song about their power and nothing else. They do not talk directly to Pearl at any point in this song. Pearl then immediately launches into her own song, a gripping ballad about the difficulties she faces picking between Rusty, who she has already pledged a degree of devotion to, and Electra, who is cool, I guess. In this song she briefly considers cheating on the both of them, but instead makes the wiser decision of choosing Electra over Rusty, which means she will be racing with Electra in the first race. In this race, the Electra-Pearl team will be facing two unimportant teams and the team of last race’s champion: Greaseball. A powerful diesel engine, Greaseball is an antagonist who is typically a boy train; however, by the grace of some merciful higher power, the Greaseball I saw in London was a butch lesbian. Greaseball’s racing partner is Dinah the dining car, with whom she is nebulously romantically entangled.

Around this time, we are introduced to Momma, Rusty’s mother and fellow steam train. She is introduced by her song “Momma’s Blues”, in which she sings about the nature of blues songs and their lyricism. This is unrelated to anything else that happens in this show. Rusty comes to her, whining about how he doesn’t want to race anymore because his train girlfriend has abandoned him for a hotter, cooler train. Momma kindly agrees to race in his place with Hydra, the hydrogen freight car, and will be facing three unimportant teams of trains in her race.

In a shocking upset, Greaseball and Electra win their race easily, advancing to the final race. Momma also wins her race and advances, not by her own merit or the power of believing in yourself or something, but by default, because all the trains she was racing against just happened to crash. This concludes the first act.

Intermission was largely spent waiting in line for drinks, as this was not an experience I wanted to continue sober. I ordered a gin and tonic, and you’d never believe it, but the Starlight Express theatre makes an impressively bad drink. I was forced to continue with nothing but my own uninebriated thoughts.

Returning to the show, Momma is tired from leisurely strolling along the track, and Rusty agrees to take her place in the final race. Another freight train, Slick, agrees to be Rusty’s partner for this race, but she has ulterior motives: she has been bribed by both Electra and Greaseball, with real actual human money, not like train dollars or something, to sabotage Rusty. I know what you’re wondering: why didn’t Rusty ask Pearl to go with him this time? Certainly, I was wondering this, but I suppose at this point Pearl has given up on all pretense of having some loyalty toward Rusty, and asks Greaseball if they can race together before Rusty can even get a word in.

The final race begins. Rusty is quickly sabotaged and crashes, sending him into some kind of dream state wherein he begs the Starlight Express (ostensibly Train God who has previously been mentioned maybe once) to tell him if they’re real. The Starlight Express appears to him. She is portrayed by the same actor as Rusty’s mom, but it’s unclear if this is meant to convey something about the divine nature of Rusty’s mom or not; however, she does say that, actually, Rusty is Starlight Express, so maybe they’re going for a mother-son-holy-train thing. Then Rusty wins the race. I felt no joy witnessing this.

Because we as the audience were for some reason supposed to still be rooting for Pearl, she has one of the final songs in the show, and shows possibly the most egregious lack of self-awareness I have ever seen a train possess, sentient or otherwise. Even after choosing another train over him at first, and then doing that again for absolutely no reason (She doesn’t even like Greaseball) Pearl sings a song about how she has always been there for Rusty, from the very beginning. This is a blatant lie, which is an especially odd thing to do when it is played completely straight to us, the audience, who were right there watching when Pearl was explicitly not there for Rusty throughout the entire show. Rusty forgives her instantly, and they solidify their love with a kiss.

This was the end of the musical, and of course, every good musical is closed out with a song that ties the whole show together. Starlight Express is not a good musical. Momma begins offering for all the other trains to be converted to steam engines; they all seem enthused about this. In what I can only assume is a fit of mass hysteria, the trains begin singing the final song: “Light at The End of The Tunnel”. A good portion of this song is dedicated to describing the invention and inner workings of the steam engine, including multiple direct shout-outs to the inventor himself (James Watt, as I have learned). And thus, the show was over.

I walked out of the theatre in a fugue state, contemplating many things. What is the theology behind the entity Starlight Express? Why do trains use human dollars? Will Rusty ever find someone who doesn’t blatantly lie about their devotion to him? Is Pearl deliberately manipulating Rusty or is she just unaware of the consequences of her own actions? When will we receive the closure we need about the emotional toxicity in this relationship? These are all questions that were left unanswered. And I suspect they will remain unanswered for many years to come, until a new specialized stage is built to house entirely new sentient trains.

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look at you, strawberry ro! your face is aglow i love it when you look my way 🍓🍓

@logicalberry said strawbebby roman rights and i felt obliged to agree,, hopefully i’m not too late to join the fun!!

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This reminds me of the time me and my friends got high at a beach and one of was was chewing on a glow stick for some reason and she was messing with it and held it up to her eye and right at that moment it burst and glow stick juice went straight into her eye and the only liquid we had was a mixture of like 50/50 water and creatine

We got the glow stick juice out but at what cost

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Picani: What would you say is your greatest strength?

Remy: I'm great at flirting.

Picani: ...What's your weakness?

Remy: Those beautiful brown eyes of yours.

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each little specie in its little way can teach me what awaits you, if you can get away

[contains surround sound; best with headphones]

I've been meaning to do a cover of Birds since... jeez, since before I even started this YouTube channel! this arrangement is super simple, but just like the original song, it's awfully beautiful -- and Terrence's voice is vocal GOALS, change my mind. obviously, my piano recital this year was cancelled, but since it would have happened around this time and I still remember performing this as a bonus piece last year, I figured I may as well dust off this sheet music and give it another go. I don't usually record instrumentals live, but now seems like as good a time as any to experiment, you know? *FURIOUSLY IGNORES MY PIANO EXAM COMING UP THIS WEEKEND* 

(oh, and @ any of my fellow pianists watching this: I swear I DO actually know how to play properly sometimes too :'00 I don't know what's going on with my wild hand positioning in this video, but i'm gonna chalk it up to the fact that this was the first time I'd played this particular piece in at least half a year -- please cut me some slack lmao) 

hopefully, i'll see you soon with more info on that Big Singer Project i posted about all those weeks ago, darlings (if all goes according to plan, my next video will be all about it)! until then, take care. 

lyrics and tags under the cut!

I don't want to drive a fancy car today I don't wanna ride in a red corvette I don't wanna jog my Saturday away But I don't wanna go home yet Today is not the day to jump out of a plane I don't wanna parasail or play roulette I don't wanna risk it all or go insane But I don't wanna go home yet I just wanna watch the birds go by From my handy foldable blue canvas throne I wanna watch them fly and fly And see them soar up into the unknown But I’d feel just like a nerd Watching birds Watching me here all alone I don't wanna breakdance or learn taekwondo I don't wanna fish till all the fish are gone I don't wanna rollerskate even if it's slow I don't wanna pass out in a marathon I don't like soccer, baseball, track or field I'm not up for a match of polo I don't wanna seek or try to stay concealed I'm also not up for... waterpolo? I just wanna watch the birds up there Track the migratory patterns that they've flown I wanna watch them from my chair With my binoculars, my latte, and my phone Trying to spot a lark In the park Parked in nature all alone Alone here with the doves And the sparrows, and the ospreys The owlets, the egrets, and my list It's just me and Mr. Finch The robins, the king fishers, the snipes Though I heard they don't exist Each little specie In its little way can teach me what awaits you If you can get away I wanna watch The birds do what they will Sorry if I'm ornithologically prone I wanna watch from somewhere undisturbing Quiet, calm, still Sit right here and gaze at the unknown I don't wanna fly In the sky I just wanna be alone (It's not a big deal or anything...) I just wanna be alone

General: @surleytemple @icecoldparadise @lyditist @fandom-random2405 @beach-fan @ihateitwhenyourejustvague @starryeyedhomicide @unring-this-bell @flix-net @pheonix-inside @thelowlysatsuma @residentanchor @sanderstalker @kazykazu @theres-no-winning-on-christmas

Music: @soijusthavetoask @average--human @lovingiseasy-434 @nonbeenary-enbee

Let me know if you’d like to be added to or removed from either tag list!

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heard y’all talking about the fae vibes from @thatsthat24‘s latest instagram photoset, so i figured i’d join the fun 😌😌

free to use as icons, headers etc. with credit (@spectralheartt) !!

General: @surleytemple @icecoldparadise @lyditist @fandom-random2405 @beach-fan @ihateitwhenyourejustvague @starryeyedhomicide @unring-this-bell @flix-net @pheonix-inside @thelowlysatsuma @residentanchor @sanderstalker @kazykazu @theres-no-winning-on-christmas

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Report them to hr?

Having several spiritually potent kintypes has made me particularly sensitive to dark energies... this ability, as well as my previous experience with emos and witches, has made me suspect one of my coworkers is aligned with the Devil and has plans to destroy me specifically.

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whoops i just remembered i haven’t actually posted any of my edits to tumblr in a while so here’s a quick dump :00 tags under the cut!!

General: @surleytemple @icecoldparadise @lyditist @fandom-random2405 @beach-fan @starryeyedhomicide @unring-this-bell @flix-net @pheonix-inside @thelowlysatsuma @residentanchor @sanderstalker @kazykazu @theres-no-winning-on-christmas @fandersfic-logan @fandersfic-patton @fandersfic-roman

Let me know if you’d like to be added to or removed from either tag list! (oh my gosh i’m so sorry i’ve been tagging yall so much lately)

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[tw: major angst, blood, weapons; also, although neither patton nor janus are intentionally portrayed as unsympathetic here, it could definitely be interpreted that way, so tread with caution!!]

hey guys!! so, the unbelievably skilled @catundrakatara_art (on instagram) posted this brilliant dark!roman animatic on instagram the other day, but she doesn’t have tumblr, which means i get to make this post for her... and therefore shamelessly BEG y’all to watch it in the process. seriously, i could go on for days about the gorgeous art style and powerful camera angles and intense expressions and brilliant storytelling and flawless audio engineering -- or, better yet, you could just click play and let this masterpiece speak for itself ;)

best with volume up and headphones in. be sure to watch all the way to the end!! (don’t worry, i promise there’s no jumpscares!!)

tags under the cut:

(okay look i know it’s weird for me to be attaching my general tag list to this video because i cannot stress enough how much I Did Not Make This, but honestly this deserves to be seen by as many eyes as possible so i hope y’all won’t mind me tagging you anyway lmao)

General: @surleytemple @icecoldparadise @lyditist @fandom-random2405 @beach-fan @starryeyedhomicide @unring-this-bell @flix-net @pheonix-inside @thelowlysatsuma @residentanchor @sanderstalker @kazykazu @theres-no-winning-on-christmas @fandersfic-roman

also, my dearest roman stans? if i may be so bold... come collect your juice: @notveryglittery @coconut-cluster @wroammin @logicalberry

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dang folks is it just me or has logan sanders really been taking quarantine fashion to another level

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YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Crystal Crowns

Owisteria on Etsy

See our #Etsy or #Crowns tags

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headcanon that pluto is logan’s favourite “planet” for a perfectly innocuous reason that has nothing to do with the way pluto was voted out of planet status for behaving in a way that went against the norm for the main “planets”, but lined up perfectly with some “other” parts of the “solar system” :)

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virgil: hey, do you know anyone who could teach me how to play the trumpet?

roman: why?

virgil: i want to wander around the darkscape and annoy remus and deceit with it

logan, overhearing the conversation: technically you don't need to actually know how to play the trumpet

virgil:

virgil:

virgil:

virgil: Logan Croftersblood Sanders You Have Opened My Eyes

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every year this grows exponentially funnier