Anyone who thinks Shakespeare is boring apparently missed the greatest stage direction ever written:
I want that to be the final line of my biography.
bless the followers who tolerate your 95% fandom posts that aren’t even their fandom
Right so im walking home and I see this guy rolling a cigarette under a streetlamp and when he clicked his lighter THE FUCKING STREETLIGHT WENT OUT
I stopped in my tracks and stared at this guy who looks up at me then to his lighter and hes as surprised as me then he takes his thumb off the trigger and THE STREETLIGHT TURNS BACK ON
HE GAVE THE MOST SURPRISED LOOK OF ANYONE EVER AND THEN SHOUTED “LATER MUGGLES” AND FUCKING RAN OFF
AM I DREAMING
You might be as surprised as I am to learn that Team StarKid has officially started an official tumblr, and that this is our first official post. We’ve avoided it thus far because of rumors told to us by fans and friends. Rumors of unsavory shipping, bizarre role-play (Nick Lang’s Legs), and fanfics that would chill us to the bone.
But I figure that there’s no better time than when working on Twisted to take a walk on the dark side. So let this be a place of discovery and delight! Come here for any and all official Twisted updates, exclusive content, and answers to all your StarKid needs. And maybe it’ll just be a place for us to have some fun too! Now someone tell me how to pronounce GIF, and help me make one!
Looking forward to endless reblogs and much trolling,
Brian Holden and all of Team StarKid
P.S. And speaking of that dark side—we’re following the #twisted musical tag.
“Cosette was not very timid by nature. There flowed in her veins some of the blood of the bohemian and the adventuress who runs barefoot. It will be remembered that she was more of a lark than a dove.”
nice follower milestones are kind of like pregnancies
you don’t want to announce them until you’re sure they’re going to stay that way
The different reactions you get from watching Glee.
wanna make a secret handshake it involves us touching our mouths together for three hours