#-exits stage left pursued by bear-

[imperialweave]

Yes I'm high but hear me out-

Tav and the crew are chilling around the fire, and someone brings up the most sacred claiming ritual 'if I lick it, it's mine.'

And just as Astarion starts saying some witty, vulgular quip, Tav straight up licks up the side of his face.

And then goes right back to whatever the fuck they were doing.

Thank you I'll be here all week

[incorrect-hs-quotes]

JOHN: wait, wait, wait, go back.

[Music cuts out]

JOHN: did i say, “garden variety snail”?

JOHN: are there other varieties of snail besides garden variety?

JOHN: i don't even know why it matters, anyway…

[keeperoftheorchard]

tell me why this law firm has metaverse listed as a location. just. why

[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

*breaks door open*

Blood Moon and Frank Show

*exits stage left, pursued by bear*

[indestructibleheart]

For the Wip game: rabbit, bear and/ or cat

Thank you for playing, but especially for sending me bear. You couldn't have known this when you asked, but it's in quite literally my favorite sentence in any of my WIPs:

Still, it doesn't explain why Alex was only halfway through his audition monologue when Henry abruptly stood up and exited stage left as if pursued by a bear.

No rabbits, but I do have cat in a WIP:

Alex's smile becomes a Cheshire Cat grin as he holds his hand out for Henry.

[kedzie-kensington]

It all happened so fast. An explosion rocketed overhead, masking Kedzie's screams as he barreled forward. He couldn't feel Damien's body as he shouldered past, but a blast of pain shot from somewhere in his elbow. He couldn't hear anything as the other man fell backwards. But the inertia was enough to send Kedzie tumbling as well, head over heels, into the red and black stained snow.

He tried to scramble, but his feet found no purchase. He was scared - for the first time perhaps in his life. He managed to flip onto his back, fully expecting a towering man with a weapon to be coming after him. But instead he saw...

He squeezed his eyes shut - but not in time. The chunk of rock or sky or whatever it was crushed - for there was no word other than that for what Kedzie witnessed - Damien. Or whoever Damien had been. Or the body that he had inhabited. Or perhaps it extinguished what was once a man, breathing, screaming, bleeding, existing, beating, living. It was soundless - Kedzie's ears picked up nothing but a single, high pitched buzz. But when the impact hit, it seemed - or it was, Kedzie couldn't tell - turned to nothing. There was no sound. There was no vibration; there was nothing but the rock and the place where the man had been.

And then there were people. So many people - or, perhaps, angels - marching through the snow. Kedzie couldn't hear them, but he could sense them, feel them, understand them. They weren't in red like the Tributes. Were they there to hurt him? Kill him? Perhaps. And perhaps he'd deserve that. Maybe this was the time. Maybe the boulder had been meant for him and there was no savior coming. There were not Sponsors, there was no hovercraft. There was only the certainty that he would die in this Arena.

So he found his way to his knees. He raised his arms above his head (even though only his right arm obeyed his command) and he waited. He could see mouths moving, shouting orders he couldn't hear. He closed his eyes and smiled. This was it.

And they walked past him. Marched, ran, paraded past him. His brow furrowed and he opened his eyes. They were streaming in, now, and he could see them, many with guns. Three had stopped in front of him, but only one kept their weapon trained on him. The other two were reaching out, taking his arms. He bellowed in pain, but he couldn't hear. The one retreated his hand. Was he... caring? He felt pressure on his good arm, urging him to stand. He followed without question. And then he was being shepherded away - towards where the explosions had rocked the sky. No - no! He leaned back, his knees giving way to the horror. But someone behind him caught him, pushed him forward.

And so it was that Kedzie Kensington, the Capitol raised, District born Tribute from Ten, was among the first rescued from the 136th Biannual Hunger Games Arena. This was how he would be remembered, covered in the blood of Damien, arm shattered in a million places, both eardrums burst and bleeding. This would be an image captured by a rebel photographer. This would be the start of a new Panem. This was the end of Kedzie's Games.

Everything happened too fast. And perhaps it was the result of his stab wound, but Damien couldn’t keep up. A crash, a whir, a scream, a curse, and then a body shoving into him, knocking him over.

Damien was a master strategist. He anticipated problems before they happened and adjusted accordingly. He maneuvered around complications that arose and had backup plans for backup plans. He kept his smugglers safe. He kept himself safe. What, then had been his mistake?

Actually, he made three.

Joining the Vox had been his first mistake. Getting caught had been his second. And worrying about who turned him in rather than training had been his third.

Damien was a master strategist, if only he bothered to strategize. He hadn’t prepared for this. The wings of a hovercraft sounded closer than ever and he could hear voices shouting. But as the crash from above sent a a truck-sized piece of sky raining fast towards him, he didn’t have the right reflex. In a fit of panic, he didn’t move. It was his fourth mistake.

The piece of sky fell on top of him.

He wouldn’t be making any more mistakes.

[brydeswhale]

Rewatching “Cardassians” and TBH that weird little fandom trend of fics saying that Cardassian children on Bajor are being “horribly abused” is so hilarious in the face of this episode, because the only anger that Bajorans display regarding these kids is anger that they’re as much a victim of the Cardassian Occupation as any other Bajoran resident.

This episode LITERALLY says, “Cardassians deperson orphans and treat them as disposable to the point where the victims of their genocide take them in and care for them” and people still want to pretend the Bajorans are the bad guys in this episode.

Like, I dk how you can write something like that in the face of the ACTUAL episode without labelling your fic as an AU or Canon Divergent. There’s no evidence for it, other than an allegation by a dude who instantly exits stage left, pursued by a bear. There was no revenge. There was a bunch of kids in need of homes, and a bunch of people who wanted to give them homes.

Jomat Luson even comments on how most Cardassian orphans got to their Resettlement Centre. They were almost all found and brought to the centre by BAJORANS.

Also worth noting, Kotan Pa’dar, a noted beneficiary of this Bajoran compassion, is asked, at the end of the episode, to repay that kindness by helping the Cardassian orphans who DON’T have a politically influential biological father around to sweep them up, and he very much demurs. Because his son is his son. These other orphans are as much people to him as were the Bajorans he was helping to genocide.

[sashaofravenlock]

“That could be true,” she chuckled as she rested back against a tree and twirled a lock of her hair around her finger. “However, based off who I do know, I don’t think many would taunt a bear like you just did.”

‘ you are the luckiest, the canniest, and the most reckless man i ever knew. ’

“Lucky is pushing it,” Thranduil said with a smirk, shaking his head at the declaration. “Maybe you haven’t known enough people.”

@sashaofravenlock

[devilofthepit]

sorry your boyfriend exited stage left. yeah he was pursued by bear.

[ms-katonic-of-tamriel]

More Unfated Things

I need to remember that Uncle Cicero is still very much a Cicero.

Meaning if I think to myself that I need him to leave in a hurry, arousing suspicion, I shouldn't then be surprised to find myself writing a scene in which he takes it into his head at the climax to Exit Stage Left In The Most Suspicious Manner Possible. The only reason it wasn't Exit Pursued by a Bear is because Ulfric can't catch him.

[hopefullystillliving]

Enter HOPE stage left, weary, quietly screaming with the burden of existence

HOPE. Happy birthday to me!

Exit HOPE, pursued by bear 12 overdue assignments and countless obligations

[jordanswitches]

Oh sure. While you're at it why don't you nail a notarized letter to the doors of the afterlife saying I'm perma-banned from existence entirely, because that content would cause my soul to flip the table and exit my body to stage left, pursued by bears.

Which is to say: 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵 Ye gods. I am not worthy. But please totally fucking do that oh my god.

this is so cute of you, come off anon i wanna meet you. do i already know you? will do the nylons video regardless because it sounds like it'd be very appreciated, but i am curious

[beautyofsorrow]

exiting stage left pursued by a bear (the bear is picard season 3)

[meridianbarony]

[Exit, Stage Left, Pursued by a Bear]

[hammastix]

I think the more important point is if the *exit stage left pursued by a bear* would be a different form

Live theater in the His Dark Materials universe must be wild. Surely an actor's daemon also has lines to recite, so their daemon's form probably also factors into casting decisions. Maybe some plays have vague character descriptions for daemons, but I bet other plays have really specific or central daemon characters. And sure, big-budget theaters can afford to hire a separate actor with a particular daemon to stand backstage while their daemon plays its part onstage, but community theaters don't have those kinds of resources.

Like if you're casting for Julius Caesar, surely the real historical Caesar had a pretty iconic daemon, right? Are you going to cast an actor with a pigeon daemon as Caesar and just have everyone suspend their disbelief that it's Caesar's lioness, ἁμαρτία?