freeze your brain

[oriondarrow]

“can’t tell if i’m dying or if it’s the lack of sleep. probably both. is coffee lethal?”

[ajayashby]

“Oh, never. Though I gotta say...You’re lookin’ very Carrie White right about now. Maybe it’s the eye bags. Keep it up.” 

[ajayashby]

Text: VAJAY

Victor: Oh no, fuck that, if this is what Gen Z kids are like, I'm definitely a millennial.

Victor: Then again, I've known people my age who act just as bad, or worse.

Ajay: You can't fight science...or history...or whatever it is. We're Gen Z, whether you like it or not. We're all dumbasses, some of us just a little less dumb than others.

[ajayashby]

Text: VAJAY

Victor: Who thought it was a good idea to let the kids keep the spoons after the fight choreography workshop??

Victor: I was just bombarded by a group of teenagers yelling "SPOONS" and pretending to stab me with plasticware. How did this become my life?

Ajay: It's these Gen Zs, man.

Ajay: I know technically we are them, but I've never felt more like a milennial (which I thought I was for most of my life) than I do when I'm around their weird random nihilistic humor.

[ajayashby]

rilcyjames‌:

I’m going to choose to ignore the obvious sarcasm and take that as a positive! I’m super excited that you’re here and helping out. Carrie’s wonderful. But lets make sure no one almost gets beheaded by the set like someone almost did in the original. Oh! And not too raunchy, because I wouldn’t want the parents to be too upset about what their children would be doing on stage.  Guys and Dolls is a classic! But I suppose everyone has their own taste in musicals, and you’re totally entitled to your own opinion. Wow, that must’ve been rough. Having to hear the same songs over and over again while your mother was literally being the biggest star on Broadway. 

I can’t make any promises, but I’ll be sure to relay the message to the set designer: have as many swinging set pieces as possible. Should be fun. What would even happen in Carrie that’s considered raunchy? What’s raunchier than straight up murder? Yeah, I’ve never been one for the lame old ones, anyway. If I did like a musical it’d be something new and exciting. I just dropped out of film school, so this should be a great creative outlet. 

[gabelothario]

Hey kids! This is a friendly reminder for you to wear sunscreen. If you don’t, you’ll get sunburned, start to wrinkle. And when you wrinkle, that means you look old. Looking old means you won’t get any roles. Despite how rad you may look tan, wrinkles are so not worth it. And then not only will you look older faster, you’re gonna die not-famous. 

You’re welcome. 

[ajayashby]

Or...Live fast, die young, don’t give a shit about your skin because fame is fleeting anyway. No matter what you do to try and stay relevant, there’s always gonna be someone more youthful and marketable so like...fuck the system and wrinkle all you want. 

[ajayashby]

rilcyjames‌:

….Despite how obviously unenthusiastic you are about all of this, I’m sure you’re going to come to enjoy every second of this. These kids are so happy to be here and they’re already so pumped to do this. Especially your cast! They’re so thrilled, and I’m sure you will be to. So – chin up! You’re totally going to learn to love this place, and I super appreciate the help! We totally appreciate you and your mothers support! Welcome to Camp! We’re glad to have you, late or not!

Oh no, I’m enthusiastic! I’m just my own brand of enthusiastic. Spending the summer babysitting teenagers and analyzing a flop musical is completely unironically a dream come true. Better than wasting away in Phoenix, that’s for sure. At least you put me with one of the cool shows and not -- no offense -- Guys and Dolls. My mom has played Miss Adelaide like four times, and we have all the DVDs to prove it, so you did me a solid by putting me as far away from that show as possible. 

[ajayashby]

So I bet you’re asking: Ajay, why did you arrive to your job three weeks late? The answer, in short, is that I didn’t even know I was working here til last night when my mother called me, wondering why I wasn’t in Saratoga fucking New York. My answer to that was, ‘Mom, because I’m not an old white retiree, I’m 21 and drunk right now.’ So long story short, I’m fashionably late as usual, except this time I get paid for it and no one can say anything cause Amara Ashby is paying for your bug juice. Apparently I’m assistant directing Carrie: the Musical? Sounds like a blast. 

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