Arthur Rickerby, “The Rockettes,” Life, Dec 11, 1964
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It was a perfect day. Everything went romantically--passionately, even. Now they're standing on a lush verdant hill, the gentle evening breeze caressing their faces. Their hesitant fingers brushing oh-so-shyly as their hearts beat and beat even faster in a plea to shout out what their tongues cannot say.
And when he gazes at the person beside him, their attention captivated by the colorful fireworks that drew stars and flowers and beauty before their very eyes, he knows he has to say it. So that he may see the same besotted expression directed at him instead.
"My lovely flower. My beautiful star. Won't you... make breakfast with me, everyday, for the rest of our lives?"
"Huh? I know you like my cheap cooking, but don't you have world-class chefs at home? I'm sure they'd do better than me..."
"Ah."
In some cultures, asking someone to cook for you everyday is an indirect way of asking someone to marry you. And he was rejected.
Malleus Draconia was rejected. Unwittingly. With all the innocence in the world a person could ever display on their face.
Ah well, just another one of his failed attempts. He'd try again next time, in a different setting, with a different approach. There's bound to be one in a thousand that would work on them, surely?
"I don't really plan to take up culinary arts," They suddenly declare; eyes ahead and never meeting his, "So I don't think I'm qualified to be a royal chef. But if my job title gets to be 'spouse' instead... Maybe I'll give it a thought."
He's not entirely sure if the popping sound was still the fireworks or if it was his very heart.
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When the virgin (first play rehearsal) seems to be interested in theater so you take it as an opportunity to info dump about how much you love play rehearsal
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The grind never stops, not even on tech week
Gay ass creek doodles to feed the algorithm you hungry hungry fiends
Ignore the horrific quality my phone is an iPhone SE from 2020
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i think it should be illegal to sound like this when your colleagues surprise you by dragging you out of your box to perform, but well. here he is. (complete with my incredulous gasp.)
from the rehearsal room - trieste; 10/25/23
*please do not repost outside of tumblr.*
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me, at rehearsal for a musical, looking at my “what would paul matthews do” bracelet: well he would definitely not be doing this
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CANIGULA!! ⭐️☝🏽
little doodle of her bc I haven’t drawn any BMC art in a minute!! She’s underrated and truly a queen 💖 i keep forgetting to draw her dress right LOL I forget the daisy has a face :’(
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Actors Jack Donahue and Marilyn Miller, composers George Gershwin (at piano) and Sigmund Romberg, and producer Florenz Ziegfeld gather for a rehearsal of the musical Rosalie, November 7, 1927.
Photo: Bettmann Archives/Getty Images/Fine Art America
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My favorite genre of musical theatre songs is "Girl Has A Hobby." They never had a bad run! "Watch What Happens?" BANGER! "I Know It's Today?" BANGER! "I Love Play Reharsal?" BANGER! "Hiding In Your Hands?" WE WERE ROBBED!
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Depeche Mode at the Montreux Rock Festival, 26.05.1987
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I don’t think you get it. Asexual Jeremy where he thinks getting laid is the ultimate goal in high school only to be confused as to why he doesn’t feel any sexual attraction to any girls so he worries he might be gay but then realizes he doesn’t have sexual attraction to guys and has a panic attack where Michael had to inform him you can be asexual and have sex and that calms him down. For two seconds
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Something that always really resonated with me in The Perks of Being A Wallflower was the line right near the end when Charlie says "there are people who forget what it's like to be 16 once you turn 17" and maybe it's just because I was 16 the first time I watched the movie and I felt like nobody ever listened to me because I was young, but I promised myself I would not forget what it was like to be 16, or any age that I had been, and that I would extend the respect and understanding that I so craved to others. And I forget to do that sometimes, but whenever I play the perks soundtrack on vinyl (cause I'm a 2014 hipster in my spare time) that speech plays into the last track and I hear it and remember that I need to do that. So anyways if you're 16 and you feel like nobody ever listens to you or remembers what being 16 felt like I'm sorry. I promise I do. Relish in the good parts while you have them and know the bad will be over soon 💚
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