#ABOUT TO SIGN SONDHEIM!!!!

[gluteus-canis-familiaris]

HILLBILLY JONES FANS IN AUSTRALIA I'M BEGGING YOU PLEASE FOR ANY CRUMBS OF THIS MAN WHEN THE MUSICAL STARTS RUNNING PLEEEEASE

#leon ford #the pacific #eddie jones #hillbilly jones #SEND HELP #THERE HE IS #ABOUT TO SING ON STAGE #ABOUT TO SIGN SONDHEIM!!!! #I AM GOING TO EXPLOOOOOOODE #I WILL GIVE YOU MY FIRSTBORN TO LASTBORN CHILDREN #PLS

[severussnapemylove]

For @add-a-bit-of-neurospice <3 Took some editing time to get the story line right. AU, Severus and reader are childhood friends turned sweethearts. Sev doesn't become a death eater and he and reader leave Hogwarts together after graduation. Reader's dirtbag father is being troublesome. Tried to kept the details pretty neutral for the individuality of the reader. Title is from "Not while I'm around" by Stephen Sondheim.

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Not While I'm Around

You and Severus had walked away from everything the day after graduation. You'd known each other since you were nine. Inseparable friends, first in Cokeworth, then Hogwarts. You were each other's confidant and protector, you told each other things no one else knew. And you both knew exactly why neither of you wanted to set foot in your childhood homes ever again. You'd found a cheap place to live and some work. And somewhere along the way of finding your own place in the world, you and Severus had realised how much you loved each other.

Unfortunately, walking out on your old life hadn't been as easy as you'd hoped. You didn't know how your father had found your new address. But seemingly out of nowhere he had. First it had been phone calls, which lead to you unplugging the phone from the wall. Then the letters. All of which you tore up and burned without reading. You didn't care what he had to say. It would just be the same manipulative, gaslighting spew it had always been. Your breaking point was when you'd gone to the shops one day and he'd found you there. Trying to push you into talking to him, saying that you couldn't just ignore family. You felt ice in your veins and sick to your stomach. Without a word, you pushed past him and almost ran home.

When you reached your flat, you shut the door hard and locked it before leaning your weight against the wood. The sound of the door slamming drew Severus's attention away from his writing and he hurried towards you, concerned at the state you were in. "Y/n? What's wrong? Are you hurt?" He asked, softly. His hands tracing your face and arms, checking for signs of harm. You collapsed against his chest, tears finally falling and he wrapped his arms around you, half holding you up as he lead you to the small couch. "What happened, Love? Tell me." You stayed curled up in his arms with your head against his chest while you cried and told him about your father cornering you in the store. He stayed quiet till you'd finished and kissed the top of your head, "It's alright, my love. You're safe now. I won't let him near you again. I promise. And we'll be leaving here soon, remember?" You started to smile a bit at the reminder. Severus had secured a job at the Apothecary in Diagon Ally, you were moving to London soon. Hopefully far enough to finally be free of your old life.

The two of you stayed cuddled up on the couch for a while longer, before a knocking at the door startled you both. Giving you a reassuring squeeze before getting up, Sev went to the door and checked through the peephole. As he suspected, it was your father. Sev looked back to you, "Wait there, I'll handle this." he said before opening the door and walking out, shutting it behind him and keeping your father hidden from your view.

The man looked at Severus with distain, "Who the hell are you? I'm looking for my kid." Severus fixed the man with an icy glare and said coldly, "I believe y/n has already made their opinion of you clear. Leave, now." "I'm their father, you can't keep me away." The man spluttered. "A poor excuse for one. Y/n does not want to see you. Now leave, before you find yourself turned into something unpleasant and washed down a storm drain." Knowing he didn't stand a chance against Severus's magic, your father had no choice but to relent and headed down the corridor. Still fuming but intimidated by Severus's cold black glare and the threat aimed his way.

Severus went back inside the flat, locking the door behind him and casting a protection seal on the lock just in case. His heart ached when he saw you, curled up in a ball on the couch with tears silently sliding down your face. He gently freed your arms from your folded up position and pulled you up into a tight hug, "I've got you. He's gone, he won't be getting near you. And we'll be far away from here soon." You pressed your face against the crook of his neck, feeling your stress slowly start to ebb away. You'd always felt safe with him, ever since you were a child. Things would work out right eventually, and as long as Severus was there, the ghosts of the past couldn't reach you again.

#Hope you like this :) #If you know the movie Truly Madly Deeply? #The way Jamie picks up Nina into a hug is how I'm picturing how Sev hugs #Tried to find a gif to add but couldn't find a good one #severus snape #severus snape x reader #pro severus snape #reader insert #gift fic #fanfic #AU #young severus #tw trauma

[jgroffdaily]

How did I end up here? What are those moments, decisions and coincidences that shape our lives, sometimes leading us down pathways once unimaginable, for better or for worse?

Radcliffe, Groff and Mendez join host Robin Young to talk about the show, its history and their own relationships to the characters they portray.

Interview summary:

Jonathan is asked about the show being a love story about friendships that get left behind. He says that he thinks it’s more difficult, as an actor, to fake a friendship than to fake romantic chemistry.

Dan talks about how much he loves the cast, and he doesn’t have to work to feel that.

When the interviewer plays a clip of Dan singing Franklin Shepherd Inc, Dan says that he moved violently away from the microphone and headphones to avoid hearing himself singing! He stresses out about the song a lot before he does it, but loves it during. He sees it as a love song sung by someone who is desperately trying not to lose a friend but going about it in the worst possible way. The disagreement between Charlie and Frank is because Charlie wants more of Frank in his life than Frank is able to give.

Jonathan says that we are all changing all of the time. It’s challenging to allow yourself to change; your partner to change; your friend to change.

When Jonathan saw Frank in the London production (presumably on video) say the line “I’ve made one mistake in my life, but I’ve made it over and over… that was saying yes when I meant no”, he thought “oof, I get that!”, and was then a “bucket of tears” throughout the rest of the show. When he was trying to learn the show, after he and the rest of the cast had signed on, he couldn’t hear Our Time over his own hysterical crying, remembering what it felt like when he was 19 years old and had just moved to New York - the hope, the dreams, the optimism.

Lindsay said that Our Time still hits them all a lot. She says that at the previous night’s performance, the audience’s reaction to the line (SPOILER!) where Frank first meets Mary and says “I just met the girl I ought to marry” broke her, because it showed how badly the audience wanted that, and the fact that we know it doesn’t happen is so sad.

The trio then discussed what it is like to think about what the original Merrily cast went through, and Daniel compares it to the experience of doing Harry Potter. He says they have had nothing but lovely experiences with the original cast, who are finding the current situation complicated but joyful.

#jonathan groff #daniel radcliffe #lindsay mendez #merrily we roll along #merrily promo #interview

[mygreatadventurehasbegun]

My Favorite New-To-Me Movies of 2023

Women Talking

This movie won the Oscar of Best Adapted Screenplay and deservedly so...it's scenes are so tightly written and delivered so beautifully by the incredible cast of actresses, that it held my attention for the entire runtime. Every performance was fantastic, and I wish at least one of them had received recognition from the Academy...personally my vote would have been for Claire Foy, but any one of them could have walked away with a nomination.

Pearl

This was such an interesting horror flick...the saturated color palette, the extreme bursts of violence and of course, the magnificent performance by Mia Goth. She was absolutely fascinating to watch...the character of Pearl is so desperate to leave her home and to become a star that she will stop at nothing to get what she wants.

They Shoot Horses, Don't They?

While I consider this to be one of the best movies I've seen this year...it's not necessarily one I'd ever want to watch again. At least not in the near future...because this movie is bleak. During the Great Depression, a group of people sign up for a dance marathon with the hope of winning the prize money. All the characters are so compelling and interesting to watch. Absolutely recommend watching it, especially for Jane Fonda's outstanding performance...but you might finish the movie a bit depressed.

Deathtrap

Man, this movie is fun. It's the kind of movie that I can't say too much about, because the plot is so full of twists...but the basic idea is: A famous playwright, coming off a string of flops, learns that his former student has written a surefire hit play, and he conspires to murder his student and take the play as his own. And you have Christopher Reeve wearing some fantastic sweaters.

Sweet Smell of Success

This movie is so good, I don't even know where to start. The performances, the writing, the cinematography...it's such a perfect example of a noir film (especially one that doesn't focus on a murder or a detective). I wasn't sure what to expect when I started, but from the moment I pressed play, I was completely engrossed.

The Last of Sheila

I really caught up on my murder mysteries this year...and The Last of Sheila is a really great one. Another movie that I can't say too much about because of it's twisty plot...but I will say you can definitely see how it influenced Rian Johnson for his Knives Out films. Also, this was co-written by Anthony Perkins and Stephen Sondheim!

Catch-22

I blind bought this one after Alan Arkin's death...I had never seen it, but thought it seemed like a fun enough film to take the gamble on. And boy, was I right! While I can see why some critics didn't love it back then, this movie is so wonderfully bonkers, I can't help but love it! The witty dialogue, clever shot composition and excellent performances by a massive cast make this movie a real treat!

Home Before Dark

This was a very random find for me...I actually just came across it on TV when it was starting and decided to stick with it (just like the olden days, get off my lawn). And while the movie itself isn't perfect, I was completely drawn in by Jean Simmons' performance. Her character has just returned home from a stay at an asylum, and while she tries to reacclimate to life at home, we start to see her lose it again...but we aren't sure if she is actually being pushed towards that breakdown intentionally. It has a few shades of the movie Gaslight, for sure.

The Collector

This may have been my favorite new-to-me movie of the year! It is such an intense and uncomfortable film, with amazing performances by the two lead actors and an ending that I did not see coming. Given the story and the setting, I could almost see this easily being turned into a stage play...I'd love to see a theater try and capture the claustrophobic feeling you get when Miranda is trapped in that cellar.

A few honorable mentions are: All Quiet on the Western Front (2022), The Thin Man, Sound of Metal, Persona and Somewhere in Time (this one mostly for the melodrama, lol)

Here's to more movies in 2024!

#the collector 1965 #home before dark #sweet smell of success #women talking #they shoot horses don't they #the last of sheila #deathtrap #pearl #catch 22 #movies

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maybe she would want you to?

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okay she wanted me to last time as well did that stop me from killing myself??

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what do you mean last time

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I think there should be support groups for people who get ripped to shreds and then see their partner again in the afterlife before being put back together like a puzzle and having them be cruelly taken away again.

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where's that comic of the virgin Mary starting a support group for her very specific situation where nobody shows up

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Hey, maybe we should watch it all together tonight?

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Hello, everyone. It is me, yes, Lance, better known on here as slur de lis or the Penis King Of France. I would like to inform you that I will no longer be posting as I am about to become a zombie. My beloved wife seems to be pretty upset that I am using my last moments to post this, so goodbye.

Live laugh love Penis King. Forever.

Signed, The Penis King Of France

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I don't know how to feel about the fact that this was his last post

#or the fact that he posted at all #this is pretty tame compared to everything else which feels even worse #what the fuck was wrong with my dad

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[broadwaydivastournament]

Bernadette and Christine: Hey, Old Friends

Yes, yes, once again, Good Fight costars, but Bernadette and Christine go way, way back to 1982 and a little off-Broadway play called Sally and Marsha, written by Sybille Pearson and directed by Lynne Meadow, who remains Artistic Director at MTC to this day.

Bernadette is Sally (no, not Follies Sally just yet), a 30-year-old waif and New York transplant who is your quintessential all-American housewife. Contrast against Christine as Marsha, the tall erudite wise-cracker, cynical and neurotic. Can we say 'typecast?' (Oh, my god, this is just Summer, 1976 with Laura Linney and Jessica Hecht, except set in New York.)

Anyone else getting a fruity vibe from this? You can't convince me they didn't explore each other's bodies during all those long tension-filled talks...

As you'd expect, Sally and Marsha butt heads over their innumerable differences, but eventually realize they're really not so dissimilar deep down as they discuss sex, marriage, children, and everything but the kitchen sink. (Or maybe that too, I don't know. I wasn't seeing shows in 1982. They're wearing aprons, so...)

Bernadette reportedly joined the production four days before rehearsals began after a frantic and unsuccessful search for a Sally to match Christine's Marsha. Christine had read with dozens of actresses who fit the bill, but no dice until Bernadette signed on, having loved the script. This marked Bernadette's return to the stage after an eight-year absence.

The play received mixed reviews for its writing, but general warmth for its actresses. By this point, Bernadette was a two-time Tony nominee, and Christine still a relative newcomer to the New York stage. Coincidentally, they'd both go on to receive Tony nominations in the same 1984 season, Bernadette for Sunday in the Park (Leading Musical), and Christine for The Real Thing (Featured Play). Bernadette would lose to Chita Rivera for The Rink, while Christine would win her first Tony.

And speaking of Sunday in the Park...

Fresh off the middling success of Sally and Marsha, both actresses would join forces with some composer named Steven Sondheim to do the Playwrights Horizons workshop of Sunday in the Park with George in the summer of 1983. The show did not perform the second act until the last three performances, and the entire show was still largely in development.

It starred, as we know, Bernadette Peters as Dot/Marie, and featured Christine Baranski as Blair Daniels/Clarisse (later named Yvonne). Christine did not transfer with the company to Broadway the following year in 1984, having instead chosen to do Tom Stoppard's The Real Thing. Tony Award, so great decision on her part. This was also notably the play where she's Cynthia Nixon's mother, despite not being old enough to do that. Showbusiness, eh?

Oh, and one more thing. Bernadette and Christine were also both Cinderella's Stepmother in separate movie musicals. Bernadette in the 1997 Cinderella with Brandy and Whitney Houston (the superior Cinderella, the only one that matters, the one that made me a lesbian). Christine in the 2014 Into the Woods movie adaptation that we here at BroadwayDivasTournament do not talk about under any circumstances except to say how hot Christine was.

The obvious answer is both, but we here at BroadwayDivasTournament do not allow fence-sitters. Make a choice, dammit. Commit to something.

#christine baranski #bernadette peters

[betsyswolfes]

HOW TO SEND FANMAIL TO &JULIET ON BROADWAY

So you wanna send fanmail but dont know what’s appropriate— thats okay! Here are some things you could send: art, a letter talking about how much you love the show/the actors work, a q&a— but remember to keep it respectful. Remember, they are not your friend, so be selective of what you wanna say, think before you write, etc. If you want a playbill or anything signed back, put a return address (SASE)… personally, im not familiar with this part so i would ask someone else.

And heres the address!

[ name of actor (s) ]

&Juliet

Stephen Sondheim Theatre

124 W 43rd St

New York, NY

10036

Eg.

Betsy Wolfe

&Juliet

Stephen Sondheim Theatre

124 W 43rd St

New York, NY

10036

Because this is a betsy blog: Unlike 9 years ago, Betsy is more busy and isnt as quick with fan-mail, which is perfectly fine and normal. Still— be patient. She has a husband, a show and a child to take care of. The last time i checked, she got through all of her fan-mail and mailed it (as my friends have gotten it back) but i do not know if it has piled up since then. Happy mailing amperstans & betsy fans!

#betsy wolfe #& juliet #broadway #& juliet broadway #for &j bway fans #&juliet toronto #& juliet musical #lorna courtney #justin david sullivan #philippe arroyo #ben jackson walker #tiernan tunnicliffe #etx etc

[andromeda4004]

Hellooo 🥰 For TMI Tuesday I HAVE to ask you about your "the boys go to theatre" WIP🤭 Depending on how much you want to share, I would be so curious to know when it is set? Do they go to theatre regularly or is a rarity? Which play do they watch? Do you have lines you want to share? (Sorry, got a little over excited🤭)

Thanks for asking! I'm signed up to the Theatre Reverse Bang, so I'm hoping to get an art prompt that works for me, but otherwise I may write this one anyway. I think Crowley would trick or cajole Aziraphale into going to see Hamilton when it was in the West End, which would put it not long before or just after Armageddon. They would bicker their way through the musical style and the historical inaccuracies, but Aziraphale would recognise his own patience and hesitance in Burr and Crowley's impetuosity in Hamilton, and then get quite a shock when their story ends as badly as it does. And that would then encourage some conversation after the show, as he tries to reassure Crowley that he really doesn't dislike him that much.

I'm trying not to write too much of it yet, as I don't know if I'll get a suitable art prompt, or if I'll need to tweak the idea a bit, but I can share Aziraphale's thoughts on the opening number:

"It's hardly Sondheim, is it?" "Sondheim went to his Heavenly reward, angel; you can’t rewatch Company for ever."

#good omens fanfiction #fic wip #fanfiction ask game

[derry-rain]

Tag game: Get to know me

I was tagged by the incredible @fayestardust, who is just in general a fantastic human being and the most brilliant artist. <3

Name:

George

Pronouns:

he/they . technically all of them, but i'm only a she when it amuses me to be so. I prefer he/him most of the time, but they/them is totally fine.

Star sign:

Leo

# of siblings and fun facts about them (if you have any):

None, though I did grow up a twin. Fun fact, he was a gifted musician (a guitarist friend of mine once asked me how long he'd been playing for, after my brother picked up his guitar one evening and started noodling around on it. he'd never played one before. dick.).

# of pets & their names:

Two cats! I usually refer to them as "my cat" and "the dumber of my two cats" on here, but they're both named after Bioware characters really.

Fandoms:

So many. SAS: Rogue Heroes and Band of Brothers have my heart right now, but I'm on the fringes of The Terror and Wheel of Time fandoms. I think probably the other HBO War properties I could be dipping into.

Favorite color:

Barbie pink.

Favorite song:

Also so many. However, there is a special place in my heart for Sondheim's Someone in a Tree from Pacific Overtures

Favorite author (of anything readable - books, fanfics, zines, webtoons, whatever!):

Honestly, I read so much, but I will always be a Dickens kid at heart. They grip me.

Favorite fic type:

Romances, I like when they're first kisses and discovering feelings. For someone who has been known to write a bit of angst, I'm not actually that fond of reading bleak stuff. I like a happy ending, and if I can't have that, a hopeful one.

Favorite Holiday:

I adore Christmas. Mostly I love the moment right after Christmas, when it's just time to relax with family and leftovers and nothing to do.

Do you have a partner (romantic, qpr, anything!)?:

Nope. I am taking applications.

Hobbies:

I write, I research, I read a lot. I love theatre too. I'm not particularly crafty, though I'd like to be. I do love travelling also - for budget reasons, I normally stick quite close, but I do enjoy digging out local history wherever I go.

Fun facts about you:

My actual area of academic expertise is Roman love poetry. You'd possibly not be surprised at how little this comes up.

Tagging

Ooof, tagging always so difficult. No pressure as ever. @teacat12 @dukesoakedoats @butternuggets-blog @nomilkinmyteaplease

#derry: meme #Youtube

[alexis-royce]

Youuuuuu got it @windienine ! Updating an old post since the formatting broke on it:

Like any good OC gremlin, I have playlists for all my favs. The one I’ll put before the cut, though, is Kinesis’ theme song, written by Andrew Huang. He legit wrote it for Evil Plan. It’s both about my OC and it has a slick guitar theme that is just….EVERYTHING. It is the best character theme I have and I adore it.

Here’s a pile (though not even close to all) of character songs under the cut:

Evil Plan

Kinesis: Upside down - Barenaked Ladies, Defeat You- Smash Mouth, half the Dr. Horrible Soundtrack because of course, Evil Genius - Pat Benatar, Bank Job- BNL. A reader also once sent me “Sexy Supervillain” by Fanatical, and I laughed so hard I nearly fell out of my chair.

Alice: Science Vs Romance, Rilo Kiley , Do It - Spice Girls.

William: Vanishing, BNL.

Lemon and Lime - Sunday Morning - Maroon 5



Sire

Anna & Susan - Odds Are - BNL

(Cannot for the life of me find the rest of those playlists. I’m sure there were a ton. Anyway I know a fuckton of weird old musicals, it’s mostly them.)

morphE - Mage: The Awakening Campaign

Campaign Theme: Dark Blue - Jack’s Mannequin

Ammi: Esperandote - Rika Muranaka & Vanesa Quiroz

Sanguine (The First One) - Mister Blue Sky in G Major

Amical: Golden and Green - The Builders and the Butchers, Hurricane - Panic!, Killer Queen - Queen

Billy Thatcher: Every fucking song from Chess, The Musical, by Tim Rice and the boys from Abba

Hendrik Rakove: Hurt So Good - John Mellencamp, Lovefool - Spencer Day’s Cover, Love Me Dead - Ludo, Grace Kelly - BYU A cappella cover, Talk about You - MIKA, It’s All Been Done - BNL, The Show Must Not Go On - Harvey Danger, Circus- Drew Gasparini and Lindsay Mandez.

Talaiporia- Choke - I DON'T KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME

Andrew Cross: Camisado- Panic!

Closing Shop - (The weird experimental meta campaign that literally ate itself)

Steam Rising - Murder By Death, Devil’s Calling - Florence and the Machine, Talkin at the Texaco - James McMurtry, Keepin’ It Real - Barenak BLOW BY KESHA BLOW BY KESHA GET MY SONG RIGHT GET IT RIGHT, Sometimes the Line Walks You - Murder By Death

Exit Signs- Slashers/mixed nWoD Campaign

Season One theme: What if I’m Wrong - Damien Rice

Season Two Theme: I Wanna Get Better - Bleachers

Cyril: Disaster - Drew Weston, A Little Irony - Tom Milsom.

Dea ‘Exit’ DeLus: When I Grow Up - Tim Minchin, Break Your Heart - BNL, If I Had a Heart - Fever Ray, Crystalline - Bjork, Still - Ben Folds, Come Into My Head - Kimbra, Dinner at Eight - Rufus Wainwright, What You Know - Two Door Cinema Club, Big Dark Love - Murder By Death, Bitter and Sick - One Two,

DRT: Bitter Rivals - Sleigh Bells, Passcode - BNL.

Swing: Boogie Feet - Kesha.

Deirdre Whitman: Welcome to the Ball - Rufus Wainwright.

NonPlatonic Forms

I’m Gonna Win- Rob Cantor Boomerang - Lucy Schwartz, Hate that you know me so well- Bleachers, Jericho - Rufus Wainwright, Guster - Center of Attention, Toe to Toe - BNL, Give It Back to You - BNL, Limits -BNL (I apologize for nothing I love Silverball), Blood - ANIMA!, and of COURSE- Dead Inside by Patricia Taxxon!

- Other characters -

Channery Keene

Artificial Heart - JoCo, Erase Me - Ben Folds Five, Desperate Measures - Marianas Trench, Haunted - Maya Kern, Cake - Melanie Martinez, Bulletproof- La Roux, Cassandra - Area 11, Stolen - Greentree, Guster - Simple Machine, Make Me Feel - Janelle Monae, Could I Leave You - (specifically Donna Murphy at the Sondheim’s 80th concert).

Chrome and Prism

Kiss with a Fist - Florence and the Machine, Langhorns - Spybeat, Dancing’s Not a Crime - Panic!, Thanks I Hate It - Simple Creatures, Sweet Talk - Saint Motel, This Is Love - Air Traffic Controller, Nothing Without You- Vienna Teng

Harold Ludicael

Consequence Free - Great Big Sea, Sea of No Cares- Great Big Sea, Don’t Threaten me with a Good Time - Panic!, Dust and Ashes from Great Comet, I Need to Know from Jekyll and Hyde; Boy Decide - Murder by Death, Spring Break 1899 - Murder By Death, My Type - Saint Motel.

#ocs #character songs #I think I also have a playlist for Gray Jacket but I can’t find it #I apologize in advance for no Academic songs yet #haven’t been listening to enough new music lately #But I used to burn CDs for my tabletop groups #I made cover art and liner notes with art for the tracklists too #And I also spliced songs together on occasion #the Keepin’ It Real track in Closing Shop started glitching in the middle #before turning into Kesha’s Blow #It was a way to both characterize the villain AND have them pull off a 4th wall break #The fact that I don’t do webcomics or twice a week tabletop sessions anymore is #like I took the weights off #if anyone wonders how I make so much stuff #it’s because is was forced in a terrible crucible #XD

[tintagel-or-cockleshells]

get to know me

Tagged by @daisymae-12 and @14carrotghoul! Thank you so so much. I've not been on Tumblr much this weekend so let's dive back in.

name: Emma

sign: Taurus

time: 5.17pm, waiting a little while to post this because I just posted a new chapter and I want that to stay at the top of my blog for a bit!

favourite band/artist: Is 'musicals' accepted? Love a good showtune, am a slut for Sondheim. Other faves include Hadestown, Next to Normal, Wicked, and Waitress.

last movie: Miss Congeniality, because my future spouse had not seen it before and I had to show him how to SING.

last show: I think it was Strictly Come Dancing. Layton for the win, Krishnan for the quarter-finals.

when I created this blog: About a decade ago? I have been Tumbling for a long, long time. I left it for a couple of years though.

other blogs: I had an LJ for another decade before Tumblr, and I created a Substack in 2020 and posted religiously twice a week and then found out the company platformed a lot of TERFs.

do I get asks: Only when there's an ask game making the rounds. I love Asks. Love being perceived.

average hours of sleep: I am a terrible sleeper, so sometimes it's 4, more often 6-7 though. Last night I was exhausted physically and emotionally, though, so slept from 11pm right through til 10am.

instruments: Voice! I have a Grade 5 classical and Grade 8 in musical theatre. I struggle to read music but I adore singing so so much.

what I’m wearing: Massive 2-sizes-too-big hoodie from Black Cat Collective, CollectifxModcloth bat jumper and joggers from Snag Tights.

dream job: okay so I was a writer for several years professionally, but copywriting. I worked for Boots, a large high-street chain, for a while and wrote a lot of their email copy. Still fucks with my head that those words are by far my most-read. Now I work in equalities for local government, which can be depressing. So I will say I do not dream of labour, but I want to be published.

Tagging... @clottedcreamfudge have you done this yet? I've not been online since Thursday. Tagging @tsunderebot!

#ask game

[winderlylandchime]

I cannot believe that everyone can tell that my brother is dumb enough to actually think about making Randy his therapist. Even my neighbor when I told her went ‘oh he would totally be his client if he lived close by.’

Honestly I still can’t believe he is retiring. I’m very happy for him that he is doing something with his life that he believes will bring him joy and stability but fuck does it hurt a little. I think the trouble I’m having is because I’ve seen him on the show/interviews and now podcast so it’s very strange to imagine him being all serious and professional. Hopefully this doesn’t mean we will never see him again. But i hope he has a successful career and that he enjoys it while also helping people.

I feel like Gale probably has to do some normal-ish type of jobs but I feel like he would maybe go for theatre and either teach it or something to do with that. I mean i don’t even know what part of the country the guy lives in so I think that probably has a lot of say in what he’s doing with his career. I did tell my brother that IF anybody were to give us a proof of life for him it will probably be Robert for birthday posts.. Hopefully Robert gets my message from the universe and delivers us some proof of life.

And as for my brothers collection of purses: it’s not a very big collection, he only uses it for “special occasions” like two weeks ago when he went to a mechanic for his car or a doctor check up but i think he has like 5. Two of them i know are small sized black ones (enough only for a wallet/keys/phone) because he made me buy him one for his bday. And I know one of them is a screaming yellow color because ‘sometimes you need a pop of color’. But the reason he actually started using them was because 12-15ish years ago, his friends and him were going to Pride and none of them decided on an outfit that had pockets. So one day he was at a mall and he found a purse with a rainbow on it (i teased him that it was pride merch but he swears it was a sign from the universe) so he bought it for Pride so that him and his friends could put their wallets/keys inside. I wish i was joking when I say that the hetero himbos who went to pride just to accompany me, treated this accessory as if he was the biggest genius they ever met. My brother actually said to my mom ‘yooo why didn’t you tell me about this luxury? There’s so much space for stuff in here! I can even put snacks in here.’

As for the qaf dvds, one of our cousins actually does have them but he forgot about that and tbh I think she is waiting to tell him because she knows he would try to steal them. But I wouldn’t put it past him to actually succeed in finding them on ebay or something, he is stubborn enough.

The funny thing is, dear sweet anon, Randy would kind of be the perfect therapist for your brother since all his angst right now is about QAF and one of the few people with actual answers is Randy.

My biggest fear about Randy as a therapist is less than people have seen him naked and having very realistic simulated sex on Showtime and more that on the podcast he gave his opinions about pop culture and he's such a snob! I don't want my therapist to think less of me because I have brain rot for a TV show or I like a musical that's not (gasp!) Sondheim... and he totally gives that vibe on the pod.

I do think Gale lives in LA. Or at least that's what I last heard. Which means there's a million ways to make money that's entertainment industry adjacent.

I love that your brother and his hetero himbos accompanied you to Pride and brought a communal purse and then marveled at it. Without for a moment considering why their outfits didn't have pockets and why most women's clothing doesn't have pockets. And why purses are necessary at all. (TBH I carry a big mom bag because I have anxiety and what if I need... water, advil, a bandaid, a hairbrush, a protein bar, a change of clothes, etc while I'm out?)

I think the DVDs are definitely available on eBay! They might just cost an arm and a leg. Just typing that I feel like I'm dooming your brother to an accident involving his arm and/or leg. Tell him to be careful!

#ask winderlylandchime #dear sweet anon #a straight man watches qaf us 2000 in the year of our lord 2023 #2024 edition

[myfreakingawesomeworld]

So I got to see Jonathan in Merrily We Roll Along yesterday (matinee)!!

I dont even know where to start describing the experience. It was my first time at NYTW and I was in the third row. Jonathan was basically 2 meters aways from me at times and getting to see his talent up close was overwhelming and mind blowing!

The show is phenomenal. I went it only knowing it was Sondheim, a short description and the fact that the show hat flopped originally, but it really blew me away. The emotions, the cheer and the hope were conveyed by all the actors in such an incredible way. Jonathan really got to show off his amazing talent by going through all the emotions, from layered to expressive, as well as doing a fun little skit. You could see him enjoy every second of being on that stage!

I have to say that Daniel Radcliffe and Lindsay Mendez as well as the entire ensemble were amazing. Jonathan obviously stole the show for me and I spend the show wiping away tears because of how lucky I felt to be there and witness it.

I came back after the evening show and waited around but he dis not come out, and probably snuck to a car (which I fully get because of the temps, him being told off about signing and taking pictures and the holidays). But keep that in mind.

#jonathan groff #groffsauce #daniel radcliffe #lindsay mendez #nytw

[bepoets]

End of Year Joy List

@swearphil tagged me to make a list of some of the joyful moments I’ve had this year!! Which is adorable so here are some of mine 🩷 watch almost all of them be concerts

Taylor Swift concert!! This was my first time ever going to a concert by myself, and my second time seeing Taylor (speak now tour was the first) and it was one of the greatest nights of my life omg

Saw Maisie Peters in concert and went to her acoustic record store set & signing before the show and words will never explain how incredible that day was

Barbie coming out on my birthday & the joy of watching it with my family and a theatre of people all in pink

Saw Eleri Ward in concert on her tour for her second indie folk Sondheim cover album and cried so much over her ‘Send in The Clowns’ and ‘I Remember’ and ‘Sunday’ and sometimes six months later I’ll still cry about it out of the blue it was just that moving

Took baby steps into starting to paint again

Went to see Amanda Shires in concert with my Dad. Too special for words honestly.

Finally finally FINALLY got to see Stephanie J Block perform live on stage with my own two eyeballs seeing Into The Woods on tour, I Will never be the same !!

I taught myself embroidery!!! In the span of like a week!! And I’m pretty fucking great at it!! And I keep getting better!! It’s so relaxing it’s so fun I adore it

I started writing & posting fanfic again !!! Yes I only finished writing 2 over the span of the year but that’s more than I have done in the last five so!!

Took the lead on decorating the house for Christmas. This is not only a spot of joy but also a moment of Pride because taking the lead on Christmas decor in my family is in fact a full time job, it’s an accomplishment, it is a superhero mission.

Every moment with my family and friends, but the monopoly game I played with my family on the 29th of December kind of takes the cake for brightest spot of joy of 2023. You just had to be there.

Tagging : @jemmaasimmons @couragedontdesertme @frozenprocedural @broadwayfreak5357 @waywardted but only if y’all feel like it absolutely no pressure 🫶

#misc

[mcsquared789]

A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to Thor’s Hammer (one-shot)

A one-shot based on the short film. Enjoy!

Old situations… new complications…

"Nothing portentous or poliiiiite," Phil Coulson hummed out of tune to the radio. "Tragedy tomorrow, comedy tonight... da-da da da, da-da da da…"

It was well past 9, and he was driving through a dark, desolate desert. Having turned on his car's headlights several hours ago, he was only just able to see the highway in front of him as he traversed it — on a sudden unexpected road trip, that would take him from all the way from the coast of Los Angeles to the crash site situated in the heart of New Mexico. Having left this afternoon, he reckoned he was about halfway there: he had only been held up by several state border checks.

The only other sources of light he had seen along the way (since the sun had set) was the spotlights of the roadside sign showing how many more miles he had to go. And if he squinted, he could also make out the hints of the stars in the night sky — of course, shrouded in light pollution. Otherwise, he felt like he was in a void of space, without even a sense of what was up and what was down. How pertinent.

That being said — I do wonder how much more the stars have to show us. Coulson felt a mix of excitement and apprehension.

The possibilities tickled him more than his current reality, which just involved him doing little else but focusing on the road and listening to the radio… although to be fair, it was currently blasting Stephen Sondheim songs.

Not a bad choice if you knew the words to sing along. And he liked Sondheim.

His humming cut off as he checked his fuel gauge, and felt his face sour. It was getting low — not enough to make it, sadly. He would have to stop at a petrol station.

But which one… oh, neat. Roxxon is coming up. He spotted the small, white fluorescent lights of the labelled station on the side of the highway. A floating hub of respite, in a sea of black ink.

Coulson grunted, and started to slow the car while turning off the radio. That couldn't be helped. He checked the rear-view mirror, but there was no traffic whatsoever to speak of. It was only just him coming in — next to the petrol meter.

The car quietly rolled to a stop, and Coulson killed the engine. He opened the tinted door, stepping out onto the cold tarmac. It was freezing here at this time of night, so he shivered and cursed a little as he stepped around and grabbed a fuel pump, stuck it in the gas tank, and pressed the bright yellow button. The indicator started filling up with the exact amount he would soon have to pay.

Coulson's teeth chattered a little, as the wind swept past him. Okay. I'm just going to step inside and give them a hundred dollar bill. Maybe also get a snack or two while I'm at it.

DING DING. The entrance jingled as he opened it. This place was not closed, but clearly open and running — and he knew this as he had seen someone through the glass window at the cash register. A young black-haired woman in her 20s, wearing a tight-fitting flannel shirt. She acknowledged Coulson.

Looking around, he saw snacks lining two small aisles, and drinks in the back freezers. He just turned to her and mumbled, "I'm gonna get something, and then I'll pay." He scratched his nose.

She smiled sweetly, and looked down at her nails.

Coulson squeezed into the left aisle, adjusting his tie. Let's see here… he crouched down to see closer. His eyes were drawn to different packs of donuts — processed and packaged from Little Debbie. 75 cents each. 

Ooh, these are cheap, he thought, pulling out the powdered and the chocolate options. Maybe I don't need to give them that hundred — oh, never mind. His face drooped. I get to SAVE 75 cents. Fantastic.

He looked between them both, mind flipping between which was the better of the two options. Which one would give him the most energy to make the rest of the trip? Which one would send him spiraling into a sugar crash? Did it matter in the end?

DING DING.

He looked up in the corner, peering through one of those convex mirrors that were installed to show a wide overview of the store — useful for identifying potential thieves in action. It showed the front door, as two guys came in and up to the lady at the cash register. Coulson squinted, noticing they had something on them that he couldn't see very well. His vision wasn't that good, but if they were thieves, they probably would have the wherewithal to be a bit more subtle…

CLICK. "Hands up! Don't move!" One of the guys ordered, holding it up. It was a rifle.

Oh shit. Never mind. Coulson slowly put both donuts into his suit, slowly straightening up.

Through the mirror, he saw the girl's jaw drop open as the other guy held up a rifle too. He stammered as he spoke. "St-step away from the counter, or I'll blow your head off!"

She trembled, looking down. Her hands slid up into the air. Coulson clenched his teeth. Ooh, we can't have that now. Can we?

"Who else is here?!" the first guy demanded. "Who owns that car outside?"

Coulson moved over to the other aisle, and turned to face him. He took a deep breath, remembering his training in situations like these... It had been a while since he had pulled himself into something like this; he usually was now behind the wheel, guiding Barton or some other SHIELD agent. But he had faced much more formidable foes than these people.

"I do."

One of the guys swiveled around with his gun. He had a red jacket, a goatee and hints of sweat on his forehead. Coulson thought he looked a little like Tony Stark, pre-Afghanistan.

"But, er…" Coulson halted in his tracks. "It's really more like a lease."

The other guy, who coincidentally looked a little like a blurry snapshot of Bruce Banner — what, with the big nose and the careless under-shave — gestured his elbow at him, his gun still aimed at the lady. "Toss the keys over here. Come on."

"Okay, okay!" Coulson said. He reached into his pocket and brought them out, and threw them. Unfortunately, he saw the other guy catch it with one hand, and stuff it into his jacket.

Okay, maybe more capable than I thought… Coulson contemplated his next option. Maybe I can do something to throw them off. Unnerve them. He started to rummage again in his coat.

"Empty the cash register," the leader demanded of the poor girl. He hurriedly placed a black duffel bag on the table. "Put it all in here. And start filling it with cigarettes, too —"

"Excuse me?" Coulson held up his revolver by the butt-end. "I also have this gun. You'll probably be needing that."

And now, this is the part where I find out whether they have the gall to shoot me or not.

The other guy's face paled when he saw it. They both flipped their rifles at him with astonishing quickness. CLICK! Coulson took a step back, a little jarred — he was well in his 50s. His reflexes weren't so quick anymore.

"PUT IT DOWN!" the leader yelled, his nerves threatening to bulge out of his skull. "DO IT NOW!"

"YEAH, RIGHT NOW!"

Oh, good. They have a conscience. Coulson visibly relaxed.

He held up a hand. "Okay, don't want any trouble. I-it's just that —"

"Toss the piece over here then!" The leader demanded.

"Yeah, that's not a great idea," Coulson winced. "I don't wanna risk the gun accidentally going off."

"… Oh, yeah." The other guy, dumbfounded, nodded at his friend.

"Maybe I could slide it over?" Coulson suggested. He held it away from him. "Then you can grab it safely."

The leader looked to the other guy, bewildered. Then he glared suspiciously at Coulson, his finger pressed on the trigger. Wondering whether to trust him or not. Part of Coulson wondered if he had played his hand too early… but on the other hand, it was also increasing the pressure for them on getting this done.

They were already committed. It was too late to back out now.

"Yes…" the leader hissed. "Slide it over to my feet. Don't try anything funny — you shoot, we start shooting too."

"Of course," Coulson reassured, eyes widening. "Maybe I should just unload the bullets from it, then?"

"No!" the leader growled. "DO WHAT I SAY —"

"Okay," Coulson said slowly. "I'm just gonna move over to this aisle." He pointed at it with his other hand.

He sidestepped to the left. The leader followed his steps, the rifle still trained on him.

Good, good. Now… I wait for the right moment.

"Okay," he looked down the aisle at the leader, facing him. "I'm about bend down and slide this to you… the barrel will be facing me. Is that okay?"

The leader silently nodded, sweating.

Coulson crouched down, placing the gun on the floor. With a hand, he slid it across — and it scraped along the concrete floor.

The leader bent downward to get it. And Coulson's eyes gleamed.

This is my chance.

He looked at the objects in the aisle next to him… and he settled on a sufficient distraction. A medium sized bag of all purpose flour. It looked light enough to throw. Good enough to blind someone.

He grabbed it. WHOOP. Launching himself up, turning to face the other guy — he threw the flour directly at his face.

It was a straight shot — and he was too slow to miss it. POOF. It knocked the side of his face, releasing a cloud of white powdery grain that ended up all over his clothes and his skin. He was covered in all the stuff, and the gun dropped from his hands as his arms instinctively reached towards his face.

Coulson raced towards the leader at once, still picking up the gun. No hesitation. The leader scrambled up, lifting his rifle to fire — and he could already see it locked and loaded, but —

Coulson lifted a feet off a shelf, teetering it as he rose high over the leader. He heard a BANG as the rifle went off — but he was well above it. His shin was aimed downward at the leader's knee.

WHAP. He bent the guy's knee inward, causing him to lose his balance. As Coulson landed nimbly on the ground, he could see the point of impact where the bullet had struck the ground. But his eyes turned to the nearest threat towards him, still dusted in flour and reeling — the henchman. The other guy.

He swooped down and snatched the rifle out of his hands, pulling him forward in the process. Twisting it around in his arms, he struck the bluntend over his head, knocking him down. BAM.

Then — with the leader, clawing up — Coulson struck at his arms, making him lose his own grip on the rifle. It clattered out of his hands to the floor.

He stared up at Coulson, completely shellshocked.

"I hope it was worth it," Coulson muttered disapprovingly.

WHAP. The leader crumpled to the ground, struck unconscious by blunt trauma.

Coulson unloaded the bullets from the rifle, and threw it down to the ground. He did the same with the other — and then, grabbed his own revolver and put it back in his coat. Situation sorted.

He looked around. Both men were on the ground, one of them coated in flour. There was a giant bullet hole where the rifle had made its impact, and a wobbling shelf on the brink of falling in the left aisle — but overall, he felt that it went as well as it possibly could have gone. He had handled it the best he could.

He turned to the counter. The cash register lady was gaping at him, her hands still raised. He just shrugged and went up to her.

"Sorry for the mess," he panted. It had been a while since he had been active. He was still catching his breath.

The lady didn't move or say anything.

Right.

Coulson rummaged in his coat again, and took a deep breath as he brought out both packs of donuts. He placed them on the counter, along with the hundred dollar bill.

"Um… I couldn't decide," he said. He cheekily grinned.

The lady looked down at the bill, baffled.

"Keep the change," Coulson added. "That should be enough to cover these, the petrol, the damages to the place. I think that's about everything."

He was about to move away — but the lady piped up, lowering her hands. "Wait! What should I tell the police?"

"Hm?"

"I-If you are not a policeman…" the lady trailed off. Her voice was quiet, as if she was unsure.

"Tell them I'm not," Coulson answered, with a hint of caution. "I'm more associated with military. And I normally don't actively choose to get involved, but I just happened to be here at the right time."

The lady gulped. "I guess I got lucky."

"Yeah…" Honestly, I wish we could see these things coming more often so we can prevent them. I did hear Fury had some ideas on how to proceed with that, but… right now, he's prioritizing the initiative first.

"Look, er — you have a pen and a post-it?" Coulson grabbed the marker she gave him, and wrote down a phone number. "Tell them to call me tomorrow afternoon, when I'm less busy. I probably won't be able to take their call before then."

"Um, okay. Anything else?"

"I'll just say…" Coulson hesitated. "The training tapes from back when I was actually in the CIA really paid off." His smile returned.

DING DING.

Coulson returned out into the cold, and inspected his car. Thankfully the would-be thieves hadn't dented it or damaged the paintwork. It appeared relatively untouched.

He checked the meter, and when it started clicking — he pulled the gas pump out of the car. He hopped back inside and switched on the engine, and the dashboard lit up before him. The radio turned on automatically, now playing a lesser known Sondheim song he didn't recognize.

He sat in the driver's seat, thinking. That had really just happened — and almost as if I went into survival mode, I managed to knock out the both of them.

Huh.

I guess this is something like what Clint must have felt like when he was in Budapest, he reckoned, tapping his fingers on the wheel. Except I wasn't actively killing people for a living.

Everything seems somehow so normal and so bizarre at the same time — I am part of a government organization that is currently looking into some of the craziest things imaginable, all to support Fury's plan of bringing together a team of superheroes. A Russian ex-assassin. A mutating green monster. A… a 70-year old American super-soldier, possibly somehow currently trapped in the ice of the Arctic.

And… he leaned back, vividly remembering the image of the satellite he had received when his team had discovered it earlier this month… a giant, engraved stone hammer — emitting cosmological radiation dating back to the Big Bang.

If possible, if it somehow can be believed… he shook his head. A god. An alien. A — he had to stop himself from dissociating. He shook his head. Never mind. I'll find out when I get there.

In comparison, a burglary in a gas station in the middle of nowhere sounds like nothing. To any normal person, a traumatic event. To me — a farce, really.

But… Coulson straightened up, and started to navigate his way out of the station. This is what we now do. We have to think bigger — we have to solve problems as they come, stop potential threats as they appear. After being in this line of exposure, after having seen what the universe has to offer…

We always need to be ready for what comes next. Whether it is big, or small… or unfathomably preposterous.

And also — I need sustenance, he realized, his stomach rumbling. He pulled out the chocolate donuts and ripped them open, taking one and biting straight into it.

"Oh," he moaned, feeling fireworks go off in his mouth. "These are so good. I'm going to savor these."

He turned the radio up, and then the car heater. Soon, he was speeding down the motorway into the night, following the signs that would take him to New Mexico. To the next problem, this new situation they had to wrestle with.

But only time would tell whether it was for good or for bad.

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[oldbaton]

Like even Sondheims death was more insular to the theatre community. But it was deeply felt in midtown. You’d hear his name in passing everyone at the bars near the theatre district was talking about it.

And even when MJ died I don’t think it was as… personal as this. Because even communities where he is big he has a complicated legacy. That said, I wasn’t living in an area where I would have experienced it so who knows.

But Aretha. It was so felt it was in the air. She was playing in every store you heard her on the street pouring out the windows. The Franklin avenue station had signs that said RESPECT under the Franklin which is still there. It was such a palpable death.

#this obviously has to do with the fact that Brooklyn has a large black community #and even being outside of the culture as a white person #it was just so palpable