Can you detect my enthusiasm
seen from China

seen from United States
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Netherlands

seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from Pakistan

seen from Netherlands

seen from Malaysia

seen from Türkiye
seen from United States
seen from China

seen from United Kingdom

seen from United States
seen from Australia
seen from India

seen from United States

seen from Singapore
seen from Singapore
seen from India
Can you detect my enthusiasm
fUCK I DIDN'T READ THE "NO MESSAGES". anyways hello you've been missing a lot of shit. we reached almost 50 nut bois just in the server. there aren't really any new monster form, but other forms yes. we got deep into AUs and, ahem, beef fest bullshit.
WHAT
.
Show Announcer, who has called a six-year-old onstage to show off the fundraising “Ballerina in a Box” kit of tutu, tiara and wand: “All right, you wanna give us a little twirl?”
Actual ballerinas, invisible in the wings: *pirouette obediently*
I am a *constellation* of bruises...
...and I won’t be through Nutcracker Hell until Sunday night.
Bruises all down my right side from slipping and falling last night after a roll (we came too close together somehow, so when I leapt up to land in horse stance my left foot came down on the fabric of the lion’s flank and my feet went out fro under me). Bruises, a nice and neat collection on each side, from the Magical Flying Fiance’s iron fingers digging the appropriate depth on the lifts. Bruised knee from god knows what, it just does that sometimes.
Two dress rehearsals and three shows remaining.
I can hear it. The sort of, clack-clack-clack as the chain drags the rollercoaster up the hill. I can feel that unsteady swaying at the peak, hair falling back from the face, just before the descent into Nutcracker Hell...
(Practice tomorrow, practice Sunday, practice Monday, rehearsal Wednesday, rehearsal Thursday, show Friday, show Saturday, show Sunday...)
I GOT KICKED BY A BALLERINA
Second Nutcracker practice today.
Me, in muttered monotone: I’m tired, I don’t wanna go dance in the lion I don’t wanna I don’t wanna you can’t make me
Also Me: Fine, where’s my goddamn leggings.