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basakvasak · 7 months
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İnspired by a fic I read where crowley had their halo in flames and the front of the halo resembled horns :") 🐦‍⬛🪽🔥
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A young Joseph on his last day in LAMDA
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This man can't control his face!🤣
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jonsieedgygirl · 2 months
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Haha! Tattoo bros! ⭐️
Let’s be honest here, take it easy because Carl and Teather are both OLDER on this drawing in this imagination ngl! Because they’re at the age of 18…
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gior-gio · 6 months
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Just randomly went to a casting for some extras in next month Opera's "Nabucco".
I had been previously told (by choir singer friend) that showing up was all i had to do for pretty much a garanteed enlistment.
I have pretty much no theater experience. I only know one of the choir singers that invited me to come. I've been to this part of town only once in my life
40+ people show up and my friend desappears right after taking me to the entrance.
Everyone else groups up, most people here know each other and seem to be good friends.
I am trying as much as I can to suppress my perceivability for tism reasons but try to stand out at the same time for casting reasons.
Voices around say that they're looking for only EIGHT people. ouch-
Other voices add that they're looking for 4 males and 4 females. Uh-oh
We get on in the theater and on stage.
We get instructed to Act 10 actions that come around in a loop (last one precedes the first),
they will later instruct emotions to infuse the actions with.
We get 5 minutes to think of actions.
I'm currently peeing myself. Literally. I akwardly ask where the bathroom is.
Spent 3 minutes in said bathroom frantically trying to come up with enough distinct actions.
Get back on stage, do actions
Waiting.exe
Friend comes back, has not seen my performance, so has no feedback to give
(oh fuck mode activated)
More people get on stage to do more actions.
Waiting gets more intense because they keep asking for info that doesn't actually pin down who you were (just names and phone numbers)
They take a picture (which still doesn't tell you who's who)
They call back all of us.
"YOU" - director grabs my hand and one other girl's, before picking up the rest of the casted
They ask for my IBAN
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irregolarmente · 1 year
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Theatrical _ _ _ #sydney #sydneylife #sydneylifestyle #arlecchino #harlequin #art #mask #character #drama #teather #italian #story #commediadellarte #dress #statue #pose https://www.instagram.com/p/CpZ0KIYvux0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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saznny · 1 year
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MERRY CHRISTMAS 🌲☃️ LOLL
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brasil-e-com-s · 2 years
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hauntedwitch04 · 2 years
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Il silenzio
Author's note: Pressing the premise that I don't usually publish this kind of thing, today I wrote this little skit that I envision as a theater monologue and I wanted to share it with you. I am posting the Italian version and also the one translated into English, because the original is the former, and the other is nothing but the translation. It has served me very well as a thing, and I also like it quite a bit, so I hope you like it too.
ITALIAN:
Il silenzio. La nostra società tende a percepire il silenzio come qualcosa di sbagliato, che dobbiamo riempire, colmare, eliminare; ma che cos'è in realtà? Cos'è questo silenzio di cui tutti hanno paura? 
Il silenzio amici miei non è altro che una pausa tra una parola ed un'altra, un lungo spazio nel quale ci troviamo da soli con i nostri pensiere in attesa della prossima conversazione che dovremo intraprendere. Ed è proprio per questo che abbiamo paura di esso, perchè il silenzio è come uno specchio, che ci fa vedere chi siamo veramente. 
Quando non parliamo, la nostra mente tende a vagare, ed è proprio nell'assenza delle parole che scopriamo chi siamo veramente, e questo ci terrorizza. Nessuno si vuole conoscere appieno fino in fondo, nessuno, perchè abbiamo paura della persona che potremmo essere. Preferiamo vivere nell'ignoranza di conoscerci, preferiamo nasconderci dietro alle parole di quei discorsi inutili che preferiamo intrattenere tutti i giorni con la famiglia, con gli amici, con gli sconosciuti, addirittura con noi stessi. 
Temiamo la notte fin da quando siamo bambini, non perchè sia buia, in fin dei conti fin da prima di nascere abbiamo imparato a vivere in assenza di luce, no ciò di cui abbiamo paura di notte è il silenzio che invade la casa, la stanza e la nostra mente. Ci aggrappiamo al ticchettio dell'orologio, al chiassoso rumore delle macchine e alle risate dei passanti in strada. 
Questa sera, quando tornerete a casa, vi renderte conto di quanto queste mie parole nascondano dietro di loro questa verità universale e vi trovere ad affrontare voi stessi un volta ancora, ma fatemi un piacere questa volta, non scappate via come animali spaventati, rimanete a fissarvi in quello specchio malvagio che non fa sconti, rimanete in silenzio a osservarvi come in duello di sguardi e domani scoprirete un mondo diverso, perchè finalmente vi conoscerete veramente. 
Le persone che imparano ad amare il silenzio governano il mondo. Siate una di loro.
ENGLISH:
Silence. Our society tends to perceive silence as something wrong, that we have to fill, fill, eliminate; but what is it really? What is this silence that everyone is afraid of?
Silence my friends is nothing more than a pause between one word and another, a long space in which we stand alone with our thoughts waiting for the next conversation we must engage in. And that is precisely why we are afraid of it, because silence is like a mirror, showing us who we really are.
When we do not speak, our minds tend to wander, and it is in the absence of words that we discover who we really are, and this terrifies us. No one wants to know themselves fully, no one, because we are afraid of the person we might be. We prefer to live in ignorance of knowing ourselves, we prefer to hide behind the words of those useless conversations we prefer to have every day with family, with friends, with strangers, even with ourselves.
We fear the night since we are children, not because it is dark, after all since before we were born we have learned to live in the absence of light, no what we fear at night is the silence that invades the house, the room and our mind. We cling to the ticking of the clock, the loud noise of cars and the laughter of passersby in the street.
Tonight, when you return home, you will realize how much these words of mine hide behind them this universal truth and you will face yourself once more, but do me a favor this time, don't run away like frightened animals, stay staring at yourself a that evil mirror that does not discount, stay in silence observing yourself as in a duel of gazes and tomorrow you will discover a different world, because you will finally truly know yourself.
People that learn to love silence rule the world. Be one of them.
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feueroch · 2 years
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Same day, Same Energie.
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child-of-hurin · 2 years
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TANTE JUDITH
Pi-pi-pi... Quiti-quiti-quiti... Pi-pi-pi... Quiti... quiti... Lévé fainéants, jou dérô... (Elle sort s'adresser au soleil)
...Soleil... Soleil mé mo ! Mé mo soleil! To pran divan, mé mo trapé to, lévé à présen ! Lévé rot-rot-rot... Rot! Jistan to rivé enan mitan ciéla. Apré... viré descen ! Je suis là... debout!...
Tu peux monter sans crainte... monte... puis tourne... tourne tout autour de nous… autour de mon arbre, autour de ma tôle. Glisse sur ma tôle, comme la pluie, ta femme…
TANTE JUDITH
Elle te précède toujours. J'ai dû l'entendre, peu avant ton réveil. Elle passait, fine et transparente, accrochant son voile de gouttelettes sur mon toit amoureux. Généreuse et pressée... elle perdait et semait, perles en éclats et rosée languissante.
Regarde ce beau bidon d'eau... des perles... des millions de perles invisibles, mille diamants perdus... puis recueillis... juste offerts. Pluie l'évangélique, t'attend les bras percés d'eau, pour rafraîchir ta folle course d'Oedipe fou. Va... quand nous aurons dormi et que nous nous serons levés, une autre fois encore... je viendrai te prévenir.
Je te dirai, conune je te le dis, avant cet autre prétentieux: lévé-é-é, gros soleil doré.
(Elle hurle) Mété jou dérô!
LE COQ (On entend le prétentieux)
Cocoricoo-o-o-o.. .
TANTE JUDITH
Trop tard! Ha ha ha hi hi hi…
— Odile Pedro Leal, La Chanson de Philibert, ou Le Gens Simples (1997)
An English translation:
AUNT JUDITH
Pi-pi-pi... Quiti-quiti-quiti... Pi-pi-pi... Quiti... quiti... Get up, you lazy people, it is day outside... (She goes out to address the sun)
...Sun... Sun, here I am! Here I am, sun! You took the lead, I caught up to you, now get you up! Rise up, high, so high, even higher... High! Until you are at the top of the sky. And then... Come back down! I'm here...Let’s go!...
You can climb without fear... climb... then turn... turn all around us... around my tree, around my metal roof. Slide over my metal roof, like the rain your wife...
AUNT JUDITH
She always precedes you. I must have heard it shortly before you woke up. She came by, fine and transparent, hanging her veil of droplets on my amorous roof. Generous and hurried... she lost and she sowed shattered pearls and languid dewdrops.
Look at this beautiful canister of water... pearls... millions of invisible pearls, a thousand diamonds lost... then collected... justly offered. Rain, evangelical, awaits you with your arms pierced with water, to refresh your mad Oedipus race. Go... when we've slept and gotten up, yet once again... Then I'll come and let you know.
I'll tell you, like I do, before that other pretentious guy: u-u-u-up, big golden sun.
(She screams) Make it day outside!
THE ROOSTER (Pretentiously) 
Cocoricoo-o-o-o.. . 
AUNT JUDITH 
Too late! Ha ha ha, hee hee hee…
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itszzmoon · 2 years
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taken by me :)
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A 19 yeard old Joseph Quinn in the play "Love, love, love" by Charlie Barttlet in LAMDA
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decemberthe7th · 2 months
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robroyart · 6 months
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dukedebut · 8 months
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new album every day [29.09.2023]
Teather - Devotion Takes Its Toll
Teather's first album, Devotion Takes Its Toll is a short but beautiful play, with these airy vocals and atmospheric electronic sound. some of these tracks are going to put you in a trance, they're that magical - a beautiful, artistic take on a genre i adore already. definitely worth listening to!
my favourite tracks: Mimicry, Vacant Sprawl, Baby, Are You Sure?
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