Just lovely.........

sounddesignerjeans:

Honestly I think one of the most empowering things you can do for yourself is to separate your negative qualities from your identity.

Instead of saying “I’m lazy,” saying “I’ve made a habit of not doing work unless it’s absolutely necessary.” Instead of saying “I’m a bad friend,” saying “I haven’t communicated as much as I should with the people I care about.”

By being specific about your problems, and by framing it as an action that you are consciously either working on or ignoring rather than an unchangeable part of who you are, you allow yourself to accept your mistakes and work constructively on them instead of pretending they didn’t happen or wallowing in blaming yourself.

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thatgirlintheaudience:

mxsicalpup:

the terrible thing about the bonnie and clyde musical being so fucking underrated is the fact that so many people don’t sit down and appreciate how hard jeremy jordan goes in “raise a little hell,” like jesus christ

SHOUT IT FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK.

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joyesthers:

What I don’t think a lot of musical fans understand is that a show doesn’t need to be the most profound thing ever written to be considered important pieces of theatre. “Frivolous” shows can also impact audience members just as much.

Some examples that I have personally experienced.

- I saw a matinee of School of Rock which hosted a school for Deaf children. I was wondering why they would want to see a show that relies so heavily on music as a plot point (because I was very ignorant). But I found out that they can feel the vibrations from the music, especially since this show was very much like a rock concert. The show provided four ASL interpreters and the kids looked like they were all having the time of their lives.

- I saw The Spongebob Musical when it was in Chicago. Right after the show my friends and I went to the stage door. It was there that we saw a bunch of kids around 5 to 8 waiting there too. When the cast started coming out, the kids started singing Best Day Ever and the cast members joined along and danced with them. I left thinking how much of an impression that probably left on those kids which will stay with them for a long time.

- Last summer I saw Groundhog Day with the musical theatre program I was in. I made friends with one girl who was sobbing throughout the show. Afterwards when I asked her why she was crying she said that she had never seen someone who looked like her as a romantic lead (she was talking about Barrett Doss). She was so happy and told me that she felt like she would never succeed in the business because of the color of her skin but after seeing Barrett, she felt like she could be successful in this business. 

Different shows mean different things to different people. Even if a show isn’t the most groundbreaking or profound, it doesn’t mean that it won’t have the same impact on people.

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mouse-named-minerva:

skelatal-remains:

torios:

anotherdayforchaosfay:

mamalizmas:

dreamlightasafeather:

IF YOU NEED TO CALL 911 BUT ARE SCARED TO BECAUSE OF SOMEONE IN THE ROOM, dial and ask for a pepperoni pizza. They will ask if you know you’re calling 911. Say yes, and continue pretending you’re making an order. They’ll ask if there’s someone in the room.

You can ask how long it will take for the pizza to get to you, and they will tell you how far away a dispatcher is.

Here is an example video

Reblog to literally save a life

I’ve done this.  I’m alive because of this. 

My flat-mate’s date for the night was almost as drunk as her.  She had passed out in her room and locked the door.  He refused to leave because he wanted to have sex.  He also demanded food because he was dealing with “whiskey dick”.  He didn’t like the lack of food in the fridge.  I called 911, did the stuff stated above, and he was getting PISSED about how long the “order” was taking.  He took my phone, demanded they “hurry the fuck up”.  Police arrived two minutes later, arrested him, and helped me file a police report.  Pressing charges wasn’t necessary because he had warrants on him from THREE different states for the very thing he planned to do to me.  Several months after this happened one of the officers informed me he was charged with two felonies because he crossed stay lines, and will be serving no less than 35 years in prison.  The officer ripped into my flat-mate about her bringing home complete strangers, while drunk, knowing full well this shit could happen. 

This was 14 years ago.  

Do the pizza order, do it as calmly as you can.  The dispatcher I spoke to said things like this:

“If he’s drunk say you want mushrooms.”  I said I want extra mushrooms.

“If he’s threatening you with sexual assault say you want onions.”  I said I want onions.

She went like this with different toppings and sauces for a description of him, like pineapple if he’s blonde, black olives if he’s tall, extra large if he’s tall, etc.

They’ve heard this sort of coded call before.  They’re trained for it.  They will understand what you’re saying.  Order the pizza.

Really though. I’m in training for dispatch and this was one of the first things they taught us. Pretend you’re talking to a friend or relative, pretend you’re ordering pizza, we’ll figure it out. We’ll word questions so you can answer in an easy, casual way. Please, just make the call and we will do everything we can to help you.

Reblog to save a life

Why the fuck is this not more widely known?

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cherrys-acid:

Lets talk about how hard it is to open up to someone about being sad for no reason. Lets talk about how hard it is to explain to your friends and family that you have this heavy feeling in your chest for no reason. Lets talk about how hard it is to understand why you’re having a panic attack while just taking a walk back home. Lets talk about how hard it is to understand your own self and how scary it is to feel like the whole world is falling on your shoulders and you have no idea why .

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cacen:

so at the bar in which I work, there’s an unofficial rule that all of our door staff must have names that start with D or rhyme with ‘doorman’, which has led to me befriending a trio of six foot four men with beards called Doorman Logan, Doorman Drew, and Doorman Dan. 

now, let me tell you now that Doorman Dan is the absolute love of my life. I don’t care that he’s a decade older than me and has a fiance. you know when someone is so extraordinary or impossible to define that they’re simply referred to as ‘a character’? that’s Doorman Dan. now, before I get into his personality, let’s describe his appearance. imagine the most stereotypical Scandinavian person ever: tall, white-blond, strong-jawed. now, add a heavy South Walian accent and an orange jumper.

that’s Doorman Dan. 

since meeting him last year, I’ve discovered:

• he once had a dream that he had a tattoo that said ‘shit happens’ on his left arsecheek, so when he woke up he decided he had to fulfil the prophecy and got it tattooed on his arse by a bloke called Junkie Jeff at 9AM
• he forgot to call his girlfriend for three months while he was in the army, and was completely unaware they had broken up until he wished her a happy Christmas and she responded with ‘what the fuck Dan’
• accidentally married his army buddy in Vegas for thirty-six hours
• he saw someone beating up a guy for being gay, and instead of jumping in and fighting back he decided to get absolutely bollock-naked and stand in front of the homophobe until he got freaked out and ran off
• he has a millionare buddy who rings him up once a month for ‘mystery adventures’, one of which has resulted in Doorman Dan no longer being allowed inside any John Lewis shops
• he is convinced the love of his life is not his fiancee, but a man named Ned. upon being asked who Ned is, he shrugged and responded with: “I’ll know when I meet him.”
• he runs an Instagram account dedicated to his pet rabbits and refuses to let people into the bar unless they follow him
• his fiancee booked a wedding venue before he even proposed. “I don’t even know if I’m invited, truth be told.”
• when he caught a couple having sex in our loos, he didn’t want to intrude so he just gently knocked on the door and asked if they’d like a snack
• he has created his own non-alcoholic cocktail called Doorman’s Sunrise because he feels left out being the only person on the dance floor without a drink when he’s patrolling the bar

I could honestly write a ten-season sitcom about him

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infiltration:

the best/worst thing ever is hearing a song that reminds u of someone you don’t talk to anymore

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