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just as a psa if you’re a theme maker and you copy+paste html styling instead of using a class for a reoccurring object i actively despise you and WILL come to your house and eat your kneecaps. why would u do this.

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for those of you who aren’t css/html people, this is like writing a story and instead of introducing a character with a descriptive paragraph and then just using their name for every subsequent mention of them, you wrote “the tall, fat man with curly red hair and a worn out leather jacket” every single time you referenced that character. absolute madness.

#⌈ A WRITER ALWAYS KNOWS WHICH WAY THE STORY GOES ⌋ ( ooc. )

cat.

❛ what a cat of marvelous nature━━ you strike me as a practical creature, in a manner of the word. you could very well be a jellicle cat, if you did not hold the title already. ❜ he chuckled, stretching out of his layaway lounge, flicking his tail as he did so. ❛ do you have a name? or more precisely do you have three? ❜

✧☽ ━ @suitablysublime ♪ starter call.

practical? no, el gato was very much not so — at least not in the usual meaning of the word — and yet he was never one to shy from a compliment. “i can see you’re a cat of good taste—! i am EL GATO, the cheshire cat. but my friends call me CHE.” he is not going to ask what a jellicle cat is, for though he’s never heard the term before he is already quite certain of its meaning: a half step down from cheshire but still a cat of excellence.

#mistoffelous #⌈ DANCE TO THE MUSIC IN YOUR SOUL ⌋ ( el gato. )#⌈ DISTRACTED AND DISCONNECTED ⌋ ( v. tbd. )#( set. tag tbd. )#⌈ A CURIOUS DREAM ⌋ ( ic. )#[[ shsdfskskfh WONDERFUL.#& it just occurred to me that el gato does. in fact #canonically have three different things he's called. albeit not a Secret name. ]]

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MY MUSE IS NOT ALWAYS RIGHT

Please keep in mind that, however hard my muse may argue something or however confidently they make a statement, they can be wrong. It’s my muse’s opinion, and my muse talking, and their perception is skewed. Do not feel like everything out of my character’s mouth is the truth, or that I’m godmodding.

#⌈ A WRITER ALWAYS KNOWS WHICH WAY THE STORY GOES ⌋ ( ooc. )#⌈ ALL MUST ADHERE ⌋ ( PSA. )#[[ this is... especially relevant to hatter.#who likes to loudly and aggressively proclaim her opinions as if they're objective fact. they are not. sjkfslkjsd ]]

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❝ — time to take command, you dictate the hand the universe deals ! ❞

independent, private, selective, low-activity and icon less multimuse, featuring D.elia Schlimmer/D.eetz from B.eetlejuice the musical, the musical, the musical. also includes canon and original muses from musicals, tv series, comics and literature. — as penned by m.

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soft.

Fay blinked, fist-flexing slowly as she fixated on one particular thing the woman said. “But a helmet is a hat. It’s just a special type of hat,” she replied easily, choosing to ignore how furious she was making this woman.

Who knew people could get so angry over hats?

Fay flinched, turning her head away and giving it a shake, hand-flexing speeding up once again. “It’s– It’s used in ways that are mean, that are rude, that are insensitive, sometimes, and I prefer it not be used in those ways. I don’t like it when people use mad in that way. Or the other words they use. It’s all bad.”

“No!!!” Hatter dragged a hand over her face, now thoroughly exasperated. “A helmet is a helmet! For someone so hung up on semantics you’re awfully imprecise with your language. You oughtn’t be. You ought to say what you mean and that means no sloppiness with synonyms. I am a hatter. I make hats. If someone came to me for a helmet I’d send them to the nearest blacksmith because helmets are not hats.”

This was why nobody liked Abovegrounders. They were always so very wrong about everything. She rubbed her thumb against the handle of her cane, her frown deepening even further.

“I think” she added, in a more generous tone than she felt the woman deserved, “you put too much stock in words and not enough in meaning; I can say a person is mad as in, yes, mentally unwell and mean nothing but acceptance and care while another can use—what is one of your proper terms...?” She waved a hand vaguely, rifling through the scant and scattered knowledge of Abovegrounder psychology she’d gleaned from Alice, and after a second or two settled on, “Another person could say borderline with all the scorn and vitriol you associate with mad; it isn’t the word that’s the problem.”

#nctamused #⌈ ALWAYS WAITING ⌋ ( the hatter. )#⌈ STRAIGHT THROUGH THE APOCALYPSE ⌋ ( v. the clubs resurgence. )#⌈ A SLOW SORT OF COUNTRY ⌋ ( set. aboveground. )#⌈ A CURIOUS DREAM ⌋ ( ic. )#[[ hatter: if u call a helmet a hat i'll kill u #also hatter: words don't matter! calm down! ]]

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will i get to new york today? only time will tell

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my flight has a 6 hour delay and counting, folks

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TWELVE HOUR DELAY, FRIENDS

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i guess my life now is just wacky and dubiously entertaining stories about the increasingly complicated setbacks involved in traveling from chicago to new york city because we're waiting on flight attendants from atlanta so we can get diverted from la guardia, which is closing AGAIN due to weather, to jfk, which apparently is immune to the weather, & we're not scheduled to land until four in the morning, fully twelve hours after our original scheduled eta. also like at least 25% of the people in the boarding area up and left after this latest announcement. i shouldn't have invoked the 51 hr bus trip from hell because clearly i spoke this into being but i don't care because i'm probably the only person in this boarding area who's actually having a good time.

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@eisoptrxphobiic @descendedfromlegend thank you for being with me in this Trying Time. the only conclusion i can reasonably draw here is that the universe really does not fucking want me in new york city.

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for anyone who missed it last year, the last time i went to new york city the following things happened:

1. our greyhound bus broke down, repeatedly, less than an hour out of chicago.

2. we ultimately ended up in an airport in indiana while our poor driver tried, with no success, to get greyhound to send a replacement bus

3. at 2:30 am, nine hours after our ill-fated departure, a kindly bus driver from an entirely different company offered to take anyone who wanted to as far as colombus, ohio. we went for it. no idea when the people who stayed got out.

4. we arrive in colombus at the crack of dawn. the next bus to nyc is of course fully booked. we arrange for a bus to newark with an afternoon departure.

5. at this point we are running a full day behind schedule and i haven’t slept since the previous night, because i can’t sleep while traveling. we wander around colombus for several hours, get breakfast, gf takes a nap in front of the library, we get lunch.

6. finally it is time to go. we get on our overnight bus to newark. gf sleeps. i get stuck next to this trio of women and an eight year old. the eight year old sleeps in blissful ignorance for most of the ride. the ladies whisper shrilly at each other to quiet down and and complain loudly about how cramped the seats are (IT. IS. A. BUS.) the entire night long.

7. we disembark in newark and try for a train to penn station. the first four or five trains to go past are not taking on passengers. we are on the platform for maybe forty minutes. gf is crying. i have been awake for pushing 48 hours.

8. our hotel can’t check us in until 2 PM at the earliest. we have hours to kill in manhattan, with our bags. it’s hot as fuck. i’m about to literally pass out bc my blood sugar’s on the floor. we get lunch and suffer and finally get checked in and go the FUCK to sleep at about 2:30 PM.

9. two weeks later we arrive at the greyhound station in atlanta to go home. i try to check in. the machine rejects me. i go to an agent. she enters my confirmation number.

10. GREYHOUND CANCELLED OUR BUS HOME TWO WEEKS PRIOR WITHOUT INFORMING US.

11. what the fuck, i say. what the hell, agrees the greyhound agent. we get comped tickets for a bus out the next morning. i get us a hotel.

12. that bus has a layover in pittsburgh, where my purse is stolen, on my birthday. lmfao

and that my friends is the story of the 51 hr bus ride from hell and its thrilling sequel, i will never book greyhound again.

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surprise, surprise, delta refused comps and now people are swearing at the gate agents. for the record if you ever find yourself in a situation like this, yelling at the messenger and causing a scene will not, in any way, help. be polite and raise hell with corporate later.

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guess Whomst is spending the night in an airport for the first time ever because her flight got canceled! i’m due to fly out tomorrow at 9:30 AM if the weather holds. and, i say this with no sarcasm whatsoever because i love the weird vibe of airports after 1 AM, happy birthday to me!

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honestly this is the, like, ideal way to meet people. you get the instant emotional bond of sharing a kind of unpleasant situation, you get a potluck of interesting stories--I met a guy from my neighborhood who's trying to get to tel aviv, I met a woman from colorado who teaches at colorado college, etc--you get the fun solidarity of rooting for people to make it to their final destinations and so on, and best of all you never have to see these people again. zero enduring interest or exhausting effort of long-term socialization required. it's perfect.

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ive been in this airport for 19 hours and i keep catching the eye of people who have been here with me and exchanging the We've Been At OHare For 19 Hours grin. comrades in arms. the line for the starbucks is twenty feet long.

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TWENTY-THREE HOURS AFTER ARRIVING AT OHARE I AM ON THE PLANE AT LAST

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friends, pals, i have a funny story about this.

the reason for all this shit was a ground stop at la guardia airport last saturday. weather stuff. bad luck. u know

anyway. as some of you may know there was a massive blackout in manhattan this saturday which resulted in the cancelation of many shows, including hadestown. since seeing hadestown was the impetus of our trip in the first place, gf & i decided to cancel our 12 pm flight home today in favor of catching the hadestown matinee this afternoon and flying home to chicago late this evening.

(we just landed. our flight was on time.)

so we do that. we get to the airport and through security and everything and we're there waiting and what do we hear?

THERE'S BEEN A GROUND STOP AT O'HARE. IT ENDED AT LIKE 9 PM.

which means that our last minute night flight? unaffected. but our original flight out at noon? would have been delayed by a minimum of nine hours, eleven or so if the plane had been coming from o'hare and gotten grounded there. there's a real possibility we would've ended up in the same damn situation that led to me sleeping on a cot in o'hare last week. as it is we had a perfectly nice day with only a normal amount of sitting around in an airport.

so what i'm getting at here is the historic blackout that darkened most of broadway last night happened because the universe is apologizing to me, specifically, for all the utter NONSENSE it put me through last week.

#⌈ a writer always knows which way the story goes ⌋ ( ooc. )

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hadestown hadestown hadestown

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also the walter kerr was my first broadway show and im all nostalgic

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y'all!!!!

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today's mood is RUNNING from 48th st to 32nd to pick up our bags from the hotel & catch our car to la guardia we cut it close but we made it yall

#⌈ a writer always knows which way the story goes ⌋ ( ooc. )#[[ we could've had time to spare but. yknow. stage door ]]#[[ also: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #im gonna track my audio on the plane and CRY SOME MORE ]]

ok bad news: hadestown was cancelled tonight bc of the blackout

good news: we rescheduled our return flight for 10 PM tomorrow and we’re going to catch the sunday matinee i am not leaving new york city without seeing hadestown

#⌈ A WRITER ALWAYS KNOWS WHICH WAY THE STORY GOES ⌋ ( ooc. )#[[ or so help me god!!!!!! ]]

maddox.

“I do,” Maddox agreed eagerly. At the moment, he had at least six knives concealed on his person. Sure, he specifically liked throwing knives, but he also could just appreciate the design of one.

“Whoa!” The shapeshifter leaned forward and took in the design of the blade. He tilted his head and examined its edge. “Could I–?” Maddox’s hand hovered above the blade as he waited for permission to touch it. He knew from a lifetime of experience that it never did well to touch another’s blades without permission unless one wanted to lose a limb.

Ha! This was going—well, at least as not-bad as kidnapping Alice’s kid. Who ever said Hatter wasn’t good with children? With a gentle roll of her fingers, she swung the blade to turn the haft towards him and gave a quick nod. “Go ahead.”

At home the vorpal blade was... persnickety about its handlers, and that had made Hatter’s acquisition of it rather fraught, but here in the strangely barren atmosphere of the Isle, it was little more than a lump of wood. Inert. Lifeless. Safe enough for strangers to hold. “It’s a thousand years old, give or take a decade or two,” she said. “Though not much use here.”

#descendedfromlegend #⌈ ALWAYS WAITING ⌋ ( the hatter. )#⌈ DISTRACTED AND DISCONNECTED ⌋ ( v. tbd. )#( set. tag tbd. )#⌈ A CURIOUS DREAM ⌋ ( ic. )

dewey.

“well. i’ve HEARD of people spilling the tea, but never spiking it, so now you’ve got me intrigued.” a question dies on the tip of his tongue, something along the lines of tank? what tank? though he stores that away as a nickname for the family SUV, or something along those lines. ( for all the bullshit nicknames they could give his van, nothing really manages to surprise him on that front anymore. ) even so, it’s far from dewey’s nature to refrain from asking questions. “okay, so you’ve got me hooked. how wild a house party’s your thirteen year old gonna tolerate?”

“chloe? well...” hatter isn’t accustomed to worrying over the child-friendliness of her parties; kids came to her table in wonderland now and again, and of course she’d kept the tulgey flowers out of their reach but but besides that—it was TEA. the kids had fun, had a meal, maybe danced, played in the grass, did whatever it was children did while the adults plotted regicide, and at no point had any parent so much as batted an eyelash. “she’s extroverted,” hatter offers. “not in the least bit afraid of strangers, you know? didn’t even question when morris and i—never mind. the point is she’ll have fun!”

#simplyechoes #⌈ ALWAYS WAITING ⌋ ( the hatter. )#⌈ STRAIGHT THROUGH THE APOCALYPSE ⌋ ( v. the clubs resurgence. )#⌈ A SLOW SORT OF COUNTRY ⌋ ( set. aboveground. )#⌈ A CURIOUS DREAM ⌋ ( ic. )#[[ hatter over here abt to let slip she kidnapped chloe that one time #nbd. ]]

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what

a lot of shows, either in the name of making sure that folks in the balcony can hear or out of a misguided and sadistic belief that musicals are rock concerts, will just. turn the volume in the front of house really really high

#nctamused #⌈ A WRITER ALWAYS KNOWS WHICH WAY THE STORY GOES ⌋ ( ooc. )

also shoutout to beetle.juice for balancing their sound properly and not, like, BLASTING the front rows

#⌈ A WRITER ALWAYS KNOWS WHICH WAY THE STORY GOES ⌋ ( ooc. )#[[ did i sit right in front of a speaker? yes.#did the volume melt my ears? fry my mic? no.#good job btj. ]]#[[ unlike SOME SHOWS i could mention. frozen. the prom. fuck u ]]

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