There’s so much good and funny live tweet commentary from the cast and staff about the first 2 plays last weekend! I’m buried in content and I’m not sure when I’ll sort everything out & translate them for everyone else to enjoy lol
Fact of the day that stirs my anxiety;
You matter, I matter. And to someone out there we’re very important fixtures of their lives.
It’s not very Johnny Cash of them tbh.
Yanno, AUs are fun and all but sometimes the muses need to take a fucking time out and sit in the corner for a while.
I can’t even blame this on quarantine anymore, or a nap because I took one already.
Muse #1: What if The Hand and The Chaste were really rival dance crews locked in an immortal battle of DANCE.
Muse #2: Gasp.
Me: Why are you talking to each other? Pay attention to your own work!
Muse #3: *whispering* And Battlin’ Jack was a bouncer/bartender at a burlesque and Sister Maggie was a ballerina.
Muse #2: Gasp.
Muse #1: *whispering* And instead of the gym, Matt was raised with all the dancers.
Muse #3: And Stick was totally looking for a baby dance partner for Elektra.
Me: You’re not even in this class!
Muse #3: All of Hell’s Kitchen fears the beat drop because that means -
Muse #1: *nods*
Muse #2: Gasp. What does it mean?
Me: Oh my God. Stop it right now. I mean it.
Muse #1: But he totally has a weakness and Fisk learns about it -
Muse #2: Gasp! Not the waltz!
Muse #3: Worse.
Muse #2: No! Jazz hands!
Muse #1: *nods* He can’t handle the jazz hands on his own.
Muse #3: But Iron Fist has the jazziest hands in the city - and Jessica Jones is all about the twerk, believe it or not - but the secret weapon - the most secretest of weapons -
Me: That’s not a word.
Muse #2: GASP. Luke was locked up in Georgia - you can’t mean -
Muse(s) #1 & #3: The Two-Step.
Muse #2: It’s so tragic, they have to learn to dance with new partners and all the steps - and the tappers -
Muse #3: Oh God, I forgot all about the tappers -
Me: Is this how I die? Is this how you want me to die?
Maybe it’s because I’m German but nothing beats the ESC 2011 opening performance in regards to cringe. Like what the fuck was 2011
closed starter for @deletrivs ( ciara )
❝ you know, there is something else I possess; feelings! ❜
“I know, I know.” Kai frowned at Ciara as they patched up her wound, flashing a weak, understanding smile. “The pain will be over soon, I promise. It’s just better this way. Remember, deep breaths.”
does anyone else have a type but theres always random exceptions to said type that are like the exact opposite lmao
It was 8:00pm and we decided to go on a long drive,
1. Because we had the most perfect day together.
2. Going on drives with him is like putting the cherry on top.
We got caught by the cops and this bike was taken. And now he has a case against him.
If you think about it. Bill Cipher’s message is actually kind of a quarantine mood. “Time is an illusion, the universe is a hologram, buy gold!”
🎀 : your muse brushes my muse’s hair .
“Okay, no, come here and sit down.” Clarissa instructed with a disappointed hum and a shake of her head. Fishing out a brush from her desk, Riss approached her friend who was sitting in her office chair. “What the hell did you do to your hair? You have a massive knot.” She winced as she run the brush over it, trying to undo it but it was proving to be quite the task. She clicked her tongue as the brush began to undo the knot and she went over the spot over and over again. “There, it’s starting to come out.” She said softly, running the bristle of the brush through Winnie’s hair.
closed starter for @pcndorica ( pandora )
The last thing Sirius had expected to see that morning while wandering the streets of Hogsmeade in search of a job was WALBURGA BLACK’s face plastered on the front page of The Daily Prophet. And despite his better judgment, he picked up the paper and curbed his curiosity, instantly regretting it. “ drop dead, you spiteful old hag ! ” he snapped, slamming the paper against the ground and stomping on it.
My new favorite concept with no context whatsoever:
Jaskier with stuffed animals
bash feels as if he has swapped one torture for a heaping shit pile of more torture. since he now owns his departed uncle’s fishery, it means he has to attend the town hall meetings. if he knew this meant he had to listen to every little crack and crevice problem for a few hours he might’ve just sold the damn business. running a hand down his face he snaps. “how much longer is this going to go on for? cause i got shit to do.”
“well that’s not really my problem now is it?” his voice is cold as he paces just outside the bar. he should be sat inside with a client going over a few things but instead he’s on the phone listening to excuse after excuse. he could easily get out of all this, sell his uncle’s fishery and move to an entirely different continent. but instead he’s clinging to it even though it’s sinking. “you were suppose to be here half an hour ago. you stand me up again and you can shove your deal right up your ass.” catching someone nearby he turns and snaps. “what?!”