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A beautiful American goldfinch has visited my garden every day to pick flower petals for his nest!
Apparently my director went to see a production of West Side Story a few years ago, and the guy playing Chino forgot his gun before coming out for his final scene. Once it got to the big scene where he is supposed to shoot Tony, he screeched “Poison Boots” and kicked the actor playing Tony until he went down. The girl playing Maria then had to jerk the shoe off of Chino’s foot, and had to do the gunshot scene asking “How many kicks Chino? How many kicks, and one kick left for me”.
There should be a blog dedicated to theatrical urban legends. Like that opening weekend of Dracula where Dracula (still hungover) vomited all over the audience during the first stage direction that everyone has a friend of a friend that worked on the show and was there.
or the one where the bridge never came out for Javert’s suicide and so he just pretended to stab himself and then lay there until the lights went out
best story i heard was when a friend of mine saw a show where juliet forgot to bring the dagger out on stage so she just ripped the squib out of her chest and blood squirted everywhere
During a passion play a friend of my brother was supposedly in, one of the roman soldiers who was supposed to stab jesus on the cross and accidentally grabbed the wrong spear- he was supposed to grab one with a fake tip, but instead he grabbed one with an actual metal tip and, well
Jesus screamed “JESUS CHRIST YOU STABBED ME”.
Since that Jesus had to be taken down due to a bad case of stab-itis, the backup Jesus came in, but he weighed significantly less than the original Jesus- which would have been fine, except that at the end the cross was supposed to ascend upwards with Jesus on it, and the weights hadn’t been adjusted.
So Jesus, instead, ROCKETED UP into heaven (or, just, above the stage).
This is wild from start to finish
I was in Peter Pan once and one night at a performance, the adhesive holding our Hook’s mustache on was wearing off. It was near the end with a big fight scene and when he got attacked, he let his mustache fall and went “YOU RIPPED MY MUSTACHE OFF!” in a scandalized tone and it added a new note of hilarity to the whole scene (which was supposed to be funny anyway)
In my seventh grade play, which was a midsummer night’s dream, Thisbe didn’t have a sword so she stabbed herself with a coathanger
My junior year we were doing Romeo and Juliet and after Juliet poisons herself it was supposed to go dark and she’d get off the stage. well the light crew accidentally turned them back on and Juliet who was sitting up slammed back down on the wooden bed with a loud bang. To which my theater teacher says into the com “zombie Juliet” and everyone who heard that had to keep as quiet as possible while our eyes were filling with tears.
i attended my county’s performing arts high school majoring in vocal studies, (mostly geared towards musical theater and opera styles) and once a year we got a field trip to new york (we were in jersey, so it’s not exactly far). we would do one touristy thing, an actor’s workshop with friends of our teachers working in various performing industries in nyc, and then see a show.
my first year doing this, our industry contacts were 1 actor, 1 casting director, and 1 producer to get different aspects of the business, and they all gave us amazing advice and told fantastic stories. the actor in question was Zazu on Broadway’s The Lion King for several years, and told the best story by far.
in The Lion King, there are only two pieces of pre-recorded noise in the whole show. one, when Pumbaa does a MASSIVE fart while fighting the hyenas, and the other being Mufasa saying REMEMBERRRRRR as Simba climbs Pride Rock. the actor told us while struggling not to laugh that, during one night’s performance, someone forgot to flip the tape of these pre-recorded noises.
so, at the end of the show, the great climax where Simba finally accepts his place in the Circle of Life, the heavens parted and-
PFFFFFFFFFRRRRRBTFTBTBFTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT
everyone froze. and then all ran off stage positively HOWLING with laughter.
the lesson: sometimes there are fuck ups you just can’t recover from.
During a high school production of Beauty and the Beast, where I was assistant costumer and assistant prop master, our director decided that we needed to spice up Gaston’s introduction. You know: in the movie, when Lefou runs in trying to catch the duck/goose that Gaston has just shot out of the sky?
Originally, the actors were going to stroll on stage with our Lefou hauling in the really neat (and real!) taxidermied deer head that we had found in a local thrift store. Now, two days before opening night, our director wants Lefou to run in from off stage and catch a stuffed duck that Gaston has just shot. This, of course, requires two things to work properly as a scene: a gunshot noise, and a stuffed duck.
The gunshot noise, we had covered. Blue-collar, redneck school? Guns a plenty to record. The stuffed duck? Harder than you might have thought to obtain.
Three hunting stores, two taxidermists, and one Pet Supply Store ™, I’d finally found a semi-realistic pheasant squeaky toy. What follows is an account of the ways this dog toy managed to be the nightmare prop of the six show run.
Opening Night: The stagehand, who was supposed to drop the bird from the ceiling catwalk, missed his cue and didn’t drop the it. Lefou’s actor rolls with it and does an excellent job of looking around foolishly before getting cuffed upside the head by Gaston. The stagehand then drops the bird squarely on Gaston’s head. Cue laughter.
Saturday Matinee: Different stagehand throws the bird instead of dropping it and beans Lefou directly in the face with the prop. Lefou falls over. Cue laughter.
Saturday Night: Bird is missing during curtain call. Director hauls the deer head down from it’s place on the tavern wall and tells Gaston and Lefou to revert to the old blocking i.e. no gunshot, no bird, just walk in with trophy. During Gaston and Lefou’s conversation, gun shot sound goes off and a stagehand throws the bird onto the stage…from the wrong side of the stage. Lefou and Gaston stare at it in awkward silence for a solid thirty seconds before Lefou makes off-script, subtle joke about Gaston’s gun going off late instead of early. Cue adults in the audience laughing.
Sunday Matinee: Director begs the stagehands to get the cue right at least once. Gunshot and bird prop go off without a hitch. Lefou accidentally catches the prop when it falls from the catwalk. He’s so startled that he caught it that Gaston runs right in to him. They drop both the gun and the bird props, and grab the wrong prop in their scramble. Gaston spends the rest of the scene gesturing dramatically with a stuffed pheasant, instead of a gun.
Sunday Night: Director is fed up with bird prop, decides that Lefou should just carry bird prop in after gunshot happens off stage. Lefou accidentally squeezes the prop during the intro conversation, startling both actors into silence with the squeaky toy noise - apparently, neither of them realized it was a dog toy.
Monday Elementary School Show: Lefou walks on stage with the bird. Accidentally drops the prop during conversation with Gaston. Gaston doesn’t notice the dropped prop and steps on it. Cue depressingly sad squeaky toy noise. Cue ten years olds laughing.
In a dress rehearsal for Peter Pan, Wendy forgot one of her lines and started singing the star spangled banner and the audience was singing along and people got emotional
Once during the closing night of our high school production of south pacific, we were havin our pre-show pep talk, and our director reminded everyone (mostly seniors) not to go off script to try to be funny. Of course we had one lead who decided to ignore this advice. So during one scene where the sailors were “fishing” at the edge of the stage, he decides to pull up his rubber fish, make a comment about how it wasn’t big enough, and throw it back into the “ocean”, which of course, was the audience. Now, this probably wouldn’t have been too much of a problem if he had gently tossed it, since it would have landed right behind the pit. But naturalt, he decided that this fish had to break free in the most dramatic way possible, so he winds up and chucks this fucking foot-long rubber fish with all of his strength. So now imagine the stage crew, all of us huddled together, silently screaming as this limp fish goes sailing over the heads of the audience in what looks like a low-budget reenactment of free willy, only to slap some poor parent across the face. I swear, you could almost hear the chorus of “mmmm whatcha saaayyy” rising from all those backstage. From that moment on, all rubber fish were ferociously guarded by yours truly, under the direction of our stage manager.
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In my high school players club, we had this one guy who played all the leads for every play he was cast in (Ren in Footloose, Gaston in Beauty and the Beast, etc) and in every single comedy, WITHOUT FAIL, this bumbling, two-left-foot, drama queen of an actor managed to destroy HALF the set. On the first night. Which meant that the stagehands (me and a rather grumpy Saturday morning bunch) had to repair as much as we could before the next show the next night. My director tried EVERYTHING to keep this from happening, bar actually casting somebody else in the role because this kid was actually a pretty good–if somewhat destructive–actor. He padded shit, nailed shit down, got plastic shit, and got his wife–the choreographer–to go over movement with the kid. But nothing helped. So we had to deal with a total of eight half-broken sets in a span of four years because this kids arms just flapped all over the place when he acted.
Academic paper called “Horse Plinko, Superhell, and Eeby Deeby: the ‘Hellsite’ and its Fascination with Damnation”
I have just been informed there are scooby doo fans who make the titular scoob shaggy's service animal & this is fun and cute but my immediate thought was medical alert dog scooby doo going RUH ROH ! And it's kind of frying me
RAGGY YOUR ROOD RESSURE
Hey. Why isn’t the moon landing a national holiday in the US. Isn’t that fucked up? Does anyone else think that’s absurd?
It was a huge milestone of scientific and technological advancement. (Plus, at the time, politically significant). Humanity went to space! We set foot on a celestial body that was not earth for the first time in human history! That’s a big deal! I’ve never thought about it before but now that I have, it’s ridiculous to me that that’s not part of our everyday lives and the public consciousness anymore. Why don’t we have a public holiday and a family barbecue about it. Why have I never seen the original broadcast of the moon landing? It should be all over the news every year!
It’s July 20th. That’s the day of the moon landing. Next year is going to be the 54th anniversary. I’m ordering astronaut shaped cookie cutters on Etsy and I’m going to have a goddamn potluck. You’re all invited.
Hey. Hey. Tumblr. Ides of March ppl. We can do this
Hell yeah moon holiday
Ooh coming up we should celebrate
PITCH: We call it Moon Day, and then every 7 years when it falls on a Monday, that's an even BIGGER deal and we call that Moon Day Monday and go absolutely apeshit about it (the next Moon Day Monday is in 2026 so we have a couple trial runs first)
MOON DAY MOON DAY MOON DAY
moon day is 20th July!!!
Scheduling this a day earlier to remind you all and myself about the Moon Day tomorow!
Happy moon day to all who celebrate
This is your reminder to prep for Moon Day on July 20th.
MOON DAY MONDAY THIS MONTH NOT A DRILL!!!!!
this literally just reminded me to take my meds
I have finally seen an episode of All Creatures Great and Small and boy howdy. You have really pulled off the Siegfried look!!!!
Thank you, this is a deliberate affectation for some of my outfits, so I never mind the comparison here.
The show was the kick in the butt I needed to start dialing in the 1940s silhouette - I was previously half-assing it with mostly modern pieces, but never quite satisfied. I was hesitant to commit to high waisted trousers with wide legs and pleats, because modern cut pleated trousers look *awful* on me. But the vintage style high waist + short waistcoat make a huge difference! *And* it all lessens my hips dysphoria!
The other style coincidence is my hair and beard have been similar to his since years before the show, so the fashion inspiration really has been to 1) commit to the silhouette I love and 2) try out some new colors I was previously avoiding because I didn't think they would look good on me (reds and golds).
Siegfried is a good example of how I roll fandom fixations into my overall style. One of my outfits for funsies is ~90% screen-accurate, but my closet has much more variety. My study is very evocative of his with lots of All Creatures easter eggs, but my fingerprints are nonetheless all over the place.
I think that fandom tributes and shrines are lots of fun, but also feel like you need to leave room for *yourself*.
I’m so sorry that low waisted pants got both “man cut” and “woman cut” pants.
My first job (2008) was at a Men’s Wearhouse (formal/business dress clothing store) and the amount of guys who would INSIST on yanking their pants down until they looked like saggy diapers was baffling.
Hoist that back up!
Thanks for hopefully convincing many many gents out there to go for the high waist. It looks/fits/feels better, I promise.
When my body was running on testosterone I really couldn't go with a high waist on pants. They wouldn't stay up. (I assume suspenders would fix this, but I haven't tried.) So I get why most men aren't doing it. It doesn't play well with testosterone-typical fat distribution unless you're thin or willing to commit to suspenders as well.
Since my body's now running on estrogen & progesterone, high waist fits nicely, stays up, is comfortable, etc. I'd probably have a hard time wearing pants as low as I used to.
Anyways, there's a lot of cultural silliness but also hormones do make a difference.
You should have tried suspenders. 😭
It's really a shame they are coded as nerdy/uncool.
In classic men's fashion, suspenders are the preferred accessory to hold up high-waisted trousers. They are meant to go together. Not just because of typical cis male lack of hips, but because you want to wear your pants a little on the loose side for certain silhouettes and range of motion.
(And on a tangent, this is why a lot of people like overalls -- a hard working garment that has a loose, high waist that is held up at the shoulders.)
As waistbands crept towards the hips and waistcoats went out of fashion, belts became dominant. And most men I see don't wear their belts tight enough to ensure their pants stay up.
And even the dancer Fred Astaire - who was famously picky about how his clothes should drape when he danced - eschewed belts in favor of silk ties or handkerchiefs that he could cinch tightly.
You either go with suspenders + a loose waist, or belt + a cinched waist. Belt + a loose waist is a disaster waiting to happen. Suspenders + a tight waist is a little weird, but whatever.
While it's fun to mix and match fashion eras, some things really do work best in their original pairings, and I encourage folks who try masculine cut high-waisted trousers to do so with suspenders + a waist fit that is a little on the loose side.
This is why I tend to say that going high-waisted is the point where you are committing to a new wardrobe because of how the fit works. It's also why I believe this cut of pants can look good on a variety of body types. But it's assuming suspenders.
Spelling mistakes? I guarantee neither of us saw those at 3:00 AM Monday Morning.
I saw someone deadass demand an AO3 author to "post evidence" by recording a timescale or showing "real edit dates". Like how artists show their process of painting.
What are we COLLECTIVELY smoking? This is insane.
yeah this is just dystopian. fanfic writers don’t owe anyone anything. artists don’t owe anyone anything (unless they want to share the process themself). especially when you (general you) are privileged enough to get FREE contents to read and consume. if you don’t like it, if you suspect it’s ai-generated and if it bothers you, quietly leave.
this “witch hunting and demanding xyz from someone whose writing/creation you get to consume for free” is not only entitled and toxic but also damaging to the community you’re claiming to protect.
I don’t think these people actually care about the harm ai can cause. they only care about the possibility of themself accidentally reading an ai-generated fic and no longer being “morally pure”. it’s like the satanic panic from the 80s but make it modern.
I always think of the description I saw years ago: Self-imposed deadlines don't help me, because I know the person who set them, and they're full of shit.
Give yourself the treat before you start. I'm serious. And ideally during the task and afterwards too.
Executive dysfunction comes from a lack of available dopamine. Common advice is wrong. You need to provide your own dopamine before you can start. Otherwise you're trying to run your car on empty.
"But what if I still don't do it" well you already weren't getting it done anyway. Now you have a little treat. Try again later.
You deserve kindness and care even when you aren't being productive.
(Also read How to Keep House While Drowning by KC Davis)
I give my students a LOT of techniques for starting writing when it feels overwhelming or daunting, but one of them is exactly this: dopamine load BEFOREHAND. It may sound weird to people on tumblr dot com, but a lot of people seriously struggle with executive dysfunction when it comes to writing literally anything, to the extent that it can cause such symptoms as panic, depression, and AI chatbot use.
I usually suggest this technique as a "Reverse Pomodoro." In the original Pomodoro, you work for 25 minutes and then take a break for 5 minutes (the times vary, but that's the essential ratio). People with executive dysfunction often find this insurmountable, and they get even more frustrated, and then the task seems even more difficult. So instead, flip those times.
FIRST, spend 25 minutes doing something energizing and engaging that you like to do. Not scrolling social media passively, not watching tv, not napping. Try something like colouring, doing yoga, running/walking around the block, talking about your favourite tv show with someone in real time, playing with the dog or cat, making and eating a lovely sandwich, hula hooping, something active. Having a little treat absolutely falls in this category!
(on the subject of little treats: refusing yourself food until you do work is for fucking Puritans and you can be kinder to yourself)
Then, after 25 minutes (or however long it takes to eat the sandwich or finish the yoga routine, it doesn't have to be exact), spend 5 minutes writing (or doing whatever you're struggling to start). Most people can coax themselves into doing something they find difficult for five minutes, if they have already filled up the joy/energy/engagement bucket. You can put a timer on for the 5 minutes if you want, or if you find that annoying, just work for as long as you like.
The other key is: don't push yourself to keep going when you're frustrated or tired—that will just reinforce the negative belief that you already have, which tells you that this task is painful to do, and needs to be avoided. If you've commonly had to force yourself to do this kind of task, that's likely part of why you think of it as painful and have trouble starting it now. Also, you should just, at a basic level, try not to put yourself in pain for the sake of productivity. So just do it till the good feelings run out. Then start hula hooping or colouring again for another 25 minutes. When the tank's refilled, try another 5 minutes of work, if you can. Adjust times to taste.
Not every technique works for everyone, but I've seen this one work for many students who are genuinely and seriously disabled by executive dysfunction. And many people find themselves getting more and more excited and engaged in the "difficult" task—because the good feelings from the hula hooping carry over, and because they're suddenly able to do the task without feeling pain, and feel accomplishment without feeling pain.
This is very much how it works, not every time but regularly enough to be worth doing.
from twitter user deejaygeejaygee
it just gets better
and better
Saw this on FB and tried to find the original, which I haven't, but the point is so solid.
The Amnesty International report that JK Rowling is trying to censor through legal threats.
It can also be found on Google Drive here and on Bluesky here.
Please save and share this info where possible. This report has since been removed by Amnesty International due to legal threats of libel from JK Rowling. This information is no longer easily accessible.
Britain’s charities regulator is assessing concerns over an Amnesty International report that branded a women’s charity founded by “Harry Po
Happy Moon Landing Eve! Remember to leave out milk and cookies for Buzz Aldrin and Neil Armstrong, and don’t let Michael Collins convince you to prank NASA!
If Tumblr is still here next July 19th, I fully expect this post to obliterate my activity feed.
Will do! 🫡
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Congratulations, everyone! My notes were well and truly obliterated. Same time next year, yeah?
“I wish I was more powerful, like you guys. Even casting fireball takes it right out of me some days.”
“Hey, none of that. You're a valued member of the team, no matter what your power level.”
“I just don't understand how you can tear open that portal to the fire dimension so easily.”
“… fire dimension?”
“Yeah. Where the fire lives. Before you summon it. For fireballs.”
“Dude. We've been creating explosions by igniting flammable gases in the air. What the fuck have you been doing?”
this is like the opposite of that "wizard vs artificer" post. the one that goes, like, "oh, you've just been summoning from the plane of water! I thought you had to combine hydrogen and oxygen, that's so much easier".
and I like that. because different methods will work for different people. sometimes you find it easier to start up physics and sometimes you find it easier to tear open the layers of reality.
I...I'm not sure I can explain why this hit me so hard but.
Yuri Gagarin was the first human to Orbit the Earth in 1961. In 1967, the Soyuz 1 crashed on reentry, killing cosmonaut Vladamir Komarov, when the parachute lines tangled. Gagarin had been the back up pilot, and was banned from future space flight after since the USSR didn't want their national hero to also die in a fiery crash.
Less than a year later, he died in a plane crash. (A test flight for a new fighter jet.)
A year after that, the Apollo 11 astronauts set foot on the moon.
They brought with them a little satchel to leave as a memorial. In it were medals to honor Gagarin and Koramov, along with patches for Apollo 1 and the three astronauts who died on that mission.
And something about that just...
Buzz Aldrin talking about leaving the memorials (He almost forgot to leave them! 🤣🤣🤣)
Happy Moon Landing Day!