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“This is so cheesy, but in my purse is my phone for photos—because I’m a big photo person and I love capturing the moment—and lip gloss because you have to reapply throughout the night.” Tony nominee Laura Osnes

“This is so cheesy, but in my purse is my phone for photos—because I’m a big photo person and I love capturing the moment—and lip gloss because you have to reapply throughout the night.” Tony nominee Laura Osnes

bloomingbanana:



yet-my-soul-obeys said: can i ask you for Meg and 8? if you’re still doing this challenge ofc :)




((Looking for something to draw; I decided I might as well answer some of these old color challenge asks~

bloomingbanana:

((Looking for something to draw; I decided I might as well answer some of these old color challenge asks~

Suddenly the world seems such a  p e r f e c t   p l a c e.
              Suddenly it moves with such a perfect g r a c e.

Her true name was Chang Mo Chou, but her father’s broken English and a typist’s mistake on her Hogwarts’ registration form tore away her old name and replaced it with a new label. She didn’t mind. She was used to being labeled and re-labeled, floating like a feather upon the winds of Western whims. Her skin was no longer moon-light pale, as her mother had praised in the nursery, it was the yellow of old parchment and early spring blossoms. Respecting authority and keeping quiet was no longer a sign of good breeding (how many times had her mother told her that children should keep open ears and silent tongues?) - somehow, in English, her behavior translated into painful shyness and introversion. Tea was drunk cold as tap water, masked by shades of milk and sugar and the electric zing of lemon. Words melted from labours of art into cold formulas, each element carefully measured and lined up behind the one before. 

Like the world around her, she too was simplified for Western consumption. First name, Cho, middle name, Mo, last name, Chang. Cho Chang. Cho didn’t mind. The words sounded like bells, ringing in the quiet distance. So would she live, ringing quietly and steadily, waiting for someone to hear her music in the wind. But not silver bells, Cho whispers to herself, a bronze ling, reciting the poem of her complex existence.


still i dream he’ll come to me

still i dream he’ll come to me


untitled (by valspring)

untitled (by valspring)

14/??? ♡ doctor who stills

angievonasgard:

May the fourth be with you - Han and Leia edition


From Broadway to @bravovail, @lauraosnes commands the stage singing The Music of Frank Loesser with the NY Philharmonic.

From Broadway to @bravovail, @lauraosnes commands the stage singing The Music of Frank Loesser with the NY Philharmonic.

bonnie & clyde

ifyouhappentoremember:

The Phantom of the Opera Challenge

9 Songs (4/9)
All I Ask of You

ifyouhappentoremember:



The Phantom of the Opera Challenge

9 Songs (4/9)

All I Ask of You

TINY