#what time is it? its karaoke time

[canon-gabriel-quotes]

Gabriel trying to entertain an iPad baby as his confidence rapidly declines - A Compilation

Not going to transcribe these as its just songs being "sung" if you can call it that.

Anyway.

Chug Jug With You Audio Source

Happy Birthday Audio Source

Under the Sea Audio Source

Chug Jug (again) Audio Source

[ikiprian]

wip wednesday: damian inherits bruce’s adoption issues au! (wip: one-shot) (1k/3k)

“Damian,” Bruce starts, gently. “How many cats do you have?”

Damian sniffs. Captain Alfred shifts unhappily in his arms, so he readjusts his one-armed hold. “Don’t be foolish, Father. Alfred is known to be the only cat here.”

Behind his back, he used his free hand to signal Return to Base to Silly Alfred. Unfortunately, direct scrutiny limits Damian’s movement and confuses the hand sign. Double unfortunately, Silly Alfred is a master of charisma, not obedience. He continues to bat at the coiled door stopper as if he’s not about to compromise his entire squad.

“That’s a sentence with one too many clauses,” Jason pokes.

“This concerns you, how, Todd?” Damian snaps. “You don’t even live here!”

“Ooh, and there’s a sentence with a few too many claws-es!” Jason’s smirk stretches wide, almost into a proper smile. Clearly, he is enjoying the idea of Damian getting caught. Does he not understand what is at stake?

“Bruce?” comes a tired voice. Tim, the fool, stumbles into the room, apparently done with his weekend-long casework bender. “The computer’s running some numbers— can you make sure nobody touches the program ‘til I wake up?”

In his arms is Friendly Alfred. Hungry Alfred trots after his heels.

Bruce, for all his mastery of deceit and the fine-tuned control of expression that entails, freezes.

[dirt-str1der]

Saejima and majima are so guys that walk around the city for hours and then ask okay where are we going / idk i was following you / but i was following you

[fishareglorious]

tired. went on a trip to batangas yesterday and im still sapped of my energy till now

[unproduciblesmackdown]

fun connection on this archived kickstarter update from the 2011 production/s of "the bus" as found by @broadway-heere-i-come ft. many pics from their trip to wichita, kansas for several performances there, including this one

fantastic stuff & was noticing that it seems like partly legible lyrics back there, which sent me over to consult that q&a sincerely me vlog again like hang on lol. and sure enough

lo, behold

[hyp3rfixation-h3ll]

i love that in lone bot and carb the music playing when bonz-eye explains her situation it goes from minor key signifying how she feels alone and isolated due to not knowing where she belongs , to major key at the end where she is , in a sense , at peace knowing she isn't lonely in her situation-- the other lost bots , and to a larger degree , lady macaron , have shown her that it isn't all about being in a clique full of other people like you. you can be yourself and choose who you want to be and what you want to do even if you're going solo.

and bonz-eye knows that now. even if she's still sad she'll probably never meet other plant bots, or those as down-to-earth as she is , she feels as if she has a goal now . a purpose . the very thing she was looking for in the first place. to be herself & to keep going , not for , but with her new-found friends. the ones who've been there from day 1. the music really ties it together with a neat bow, the last few notes in the major key having a sweet conclusion , reflecting how she's semi at peace with her thoughts and where she is. tl;dr god i love this show

[emlos]

:DDD

[pepprs]

having some time alone in the hotel this week (which is abt to end bc we’re moving back home tmrrw even though the renovation isn’t finished 🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪) and being able to have the bedroom to myself has made me think rebellious thoughts my family would be very offended over. like maybe i listened to less and less music these last few years due in part to the fact that ive spentmore time at home than i used to and i also lived on campus w roommates in a very uncomfortable arrangement and im unable to move freely about the cabin when im living w other ppl whose needs don’t align w mine and so ive just gotten used to not having all of my needs met and always being the person to take the short end of the stick…. but i actually need to be able to sing and dance and draw and do whatever and when im alone (which is almost never) im able to do that and that’s actually legit and as important as anyone else’s needs in a space i share w them. idk if i worded that well but yeah

[theyonlytoldthemoon]

lily’s favorite song is abba’s i have a dream

[reaperkaneki]

lmao my bfs cousin was tryna hmu to go to da bar tonight but i am sick still.. L

[dirt-str1der]

Work has ruined me i literally cannot enjoy playing yakuza because of my stomachache like fuck you ....

[readymades2002]

i do love dancing. i don't know how to do it but i do love it </3

[flovverworks]

"Ah?" Isaac was startled ever so slightly by Akira's presence next to him. He wonders if they were just there to make sure he was okay - Isaac could almost imagine the conversation of the captain wanting to go out and find him instead, only for Akira to pipe up as "leader of their group". Of course, the wizards weren't too at fault. No one was. Isaac was merely listening as everyone ate together in the dining hall, talking about the differences between their two worlds. The landscape, political climates, the monsters, the bad guys...The moon. Talking about it always made him lose his appetite. But he wasn't drawn into the conversation, no. Even in moments where he was fine to talk over things like that - strategy meetings, days he felt well enough to not feel haunted afterwards, remembering with someone who knew - everyone who knew knew it wasn't the easiest topic. The moon was it's own can of worms for everyone nowadays, but for Isaac...he chided himself. He was too sensitive to it, he supposed. At least, that's what he said to brush it off, and flee to his room for some alone time. Get his hands dirty with the latest tech in his lap, rather than the gruesome horror and encasement of yesteryear. He wasn't drawn into the conversation, no. But it had gone on too long for his comfort. It's only when someone eating near him asked if he was okay - finally noticing how quick yet pained his breathing had become, then feeling the tense muscles on his face and thinking of how terrible he must've looked - that he admitted his loss of appetite as a means of escape. Even with how fascinating it was that both of their moons were such a large threat, yet in different ways...It wasn't actually. Not to him. Not anymore. But Akira had come to find him. And, even in his stupor mixed with his usual awkwardness, he can't help but stand to greet them properly. "S-Sorry, I hadn't realized I left my door open." He puts down all of his tools in a hurry, scrambling as Diantha's shiny microphone threatens to roll off several times over, before sighing. "Ah, where you curious about this? It's not mine, I swear." He tries to laugh at his dumb joke, clutching the open mic to his chest. But Isaac knows people like this don't just brush things off. (hi what if i gave you Sad Man)

"...You don't like karaoke?" it's an earnest attempt to ease into the conversation, light-hearted and gentle and not changing the heavy air in the slightest. How could it when the concern was so visible on their face? The Great Catastrophe was a sensitive topic in the wizards' world, and although a recognized threat the responsibility weighed heavy on those shoulders. So, when a deadly threat becomes a secret, how big of a burden did it become? (They had a guess, from that night when the humans in the castle fell asleep.)

"Um, I'm sorry for interrupting your work..." they fidget, gaze slowly tracing the tools and objects he had been working on, 'Heathcliff would like projects like this', they think and decide to bring it up to him later. A pain in their chest. It was Heath who had asked them to save his teacher with tears in his eyes, wishing to not lose anyone else. Had Isaac lost someone too? …No, even if he hadn't...of what little they had heard, their trip to the moon sounded terrifying. Something like a movie—robots synched with their partners on earth, supernatural powers and experimentation—one they wished wasn't real.

How strange it was to hear of other worlds' terrors related to their moons. Not once had they considered that anywhere else would share such an experience (but they also hadn't considered they'd end up in another world again either...). In some ways, they still struggled to understand it.

"I just wanted to apologize for our...insensitivity", maybe things would have been a bit different had someone like Rutile or Mitile also been there, empathic and gentle, rather than Murr who passionately confessed his love to the moon. Or, maybe, they would both stand here like this regardless. "I should've been more aware of the people around us. I'm sorry."

[pears-trinkets]

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[smoopy]

trying to make plans with a group of people in their 20’s is like I Am Once Again Sending A List Of Simple Demands (I AM LOSING MY MIND SLOWLY BUT SURELY WILL YOU ALL PLEASE REPLY) (I AM LOSING MY MIND SLOWLY BUT SURELY WILL YOU ALL PLEASE ANSWER ALL QUESTIONS) (I AM LOSING MY MIND SLOWLY BUT SURELY)