#Sweene

[booradleysgf]

i saw a poll abt Gaten Matarazzo and Joe Locke’s Toby the other day and even though I haven’t found a full recording of Joe’s performance I think that Gaten is the better Toby AND I HAVE MY REASONS!!!!! this has nothing to do with either of them as people, but i do just think that Gaten having experience in theater definitely shows throughout his performance. while Joe is incredibly sympathetic in the way he approaches Toby, I feel as though he’s just sort of scampering around the stage with a really good singing voice. he’s not really making choices, and if he is, they don’t translate well from the stage. Gaten’s performance is so good because he’s making choices that you can see. his comedy is the result of the way he delivers his performance, whereas Joe’s comedy comes from the lines themselves and the situations. there’s a moment in act i where Sweeney reaches over to tap his leg and—probably because of his experience with Pirelli—he immediately moves out of the way so as not to be so close to him. at the end of act ii when Toby and Sweeney have their scene, it’s very clear that Gaten is making choices with his inflections and movements and the way he goes about things. the way he sings the nursery rhyme, the way he moves into his spot for the light cue, the seamless transition with the blood whereas—in the performance I saw Joe you can tell he’s holding something in his hands until it goes in his pocket. now, to be fair I’ve only seen one performance of each, but then again that’s what you have to go off in theater. the biggest thing is the difference between their “Not While I’m Around” performances. again, they’re both super duper talented and I’m not comparing their singing abilities or anything like that, merely just the way they both embody the same character. Joe delivers a really touching and simple performance, very little movement and what movement he makes feels very necessary to moving the scene along. nothing wrong with that!! in Gaten’s version he uses his body the entire time, taking up space, moving around, really showing the kind of desperation that is needed for this song. he’s incredibly deliberate with everything, but not in a way that’s difficult to watch or clunky. that’s all I have for you folks… this is just my little rant, i thought I’d share. if anyone has any other thoughts or opinions I’d love to hear them :))

[today24news]

#Sydney #Sweeney recently admitted that she tries to surround herself with people she has known since childhood.

[meadow-roses]

Sween!

[sophiejanefostersilver]

My brother is a year younger than me, and we had the same history teacher, so we learned kind of the same way about greek mythology in 6th grade

And once he had to do a work about one of the gods, and the teacher sent the class something about them

And my brother sent it to me, so i could help him with the work, but when i read what the teacher wrote, one of the lines said "Ares - war god (bad god!!)

That was a few years ago, but im still mad

[florencentherpdumpshit]

Drew Starkey & Sydney Sweeney (manip).

[sweeneytodddemonbarber]

@meiwilliamslittlelove @genzjewforpalestine00 @angelfromiego @tammiewilliamsmommy @bridgetirishwilliams @retiredgeneral1692 @kriswilliams00 @littlerani @animallover2000 @rachelstrange95 @thebarberswifelucy @marynakamurajones75 @wanda-askblog @nellielovett @sarahscrooge @themockingjaykatniss @avisscrooge

‘Appy Mother’s Day, loves! ❤️✨

[kilmarnock228]

[21deppstreet]

Art dump

[rigginsstreet]

not to be a pretentious horror fan but like genuinely when looking into what movies are good, always listen to actual horror fans and not like... the fans of whatever hot actor happens to be in a particular at the time lol

[disarmluna]

Sydney Sweeney in Armani @ Beauty Event 

[glcssed]

“  don’t  look  at  me  that  way  ,  ”  she  bats  her  full  lashes  up  at  them  before  pressing  a  palm  to  the  door  in  order  to  widen  the  entrance  for  herself  , “  i  had  a  last  minute  appointment  and  you  can’t  be  mad  at  me  because  i  brought  pizza  .  ”

[that-one-tired-tiefling]

Birthday cakes are meant to eat on birthday, not to sit in your fridge and taunt you into eating it despite you knowing it's far too heavy on your stomach, with icing thick and oily and unpleasant, and pistachio cream too sweet to handle.

I have no clue if there is such saying in English, but in Polish there is a line said by old people. Good cake, not too sweet. Yeah, I'm those old people.

5 yo me would be shocked if she heard that 30 yo me has a cake in his fridge and doesn't eat it with a fork rightaway.

This shitty vent post was brought to you by my sister in law's cake.

[sweeneytodddemonbarber]

GOVERNOR DESANTIS!! WE ARE PUTTING YOU ON NOTICE FOR WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO HARM TRANS PEOPLE!! COME 2024, WE WILL VOTE YOUR HATEFUL ARSE OUT!!!!!

@iloveyoutoinfinity

WELL, I CAN KISS MY DISNEY WORLD TRIP TO FLORIDA GOODBYE! I will go to Florida someday…BUT ONLY IF THIS FASCIST POS IS GONE!!! 💀🖤✨🔥🏳️‍🌈

❤️🧡🤍💖💜

Erin Reed at Erin In The Morning Substack: 

Florida has become well-known as one of the worst states for anti-trans policies in recent years. After failing to pass a ban on gender affirming care for transgender youth, Governor Ron DeSantis used a handpicked Board of Medicine to enforce the same ban. Additionally, the state has cut Medicaid coverage for gender affirming care for transgender adults, and the 11th Circuit Court of Appeals recently ruled that schools can discriminate against transgender students regarding bathroom access. While the number of anti-LGBTQ+ bills proposed in Florida this year has been lower than expected during the start of this year, activists have been anticipating an increase. Now, the “Reverse Woke Act” has emerged as one of the first anti-trans bills in Florida of the 2023 legislative cycle. This bill would hold employers accountable for the detransition of any person who receives gender affirming care coverage for the rest of their life, potentially deterring coverage for many transgender adults in Florida.

The bill creates an impossible requirement for companies: if they provide health insurance coverage for gender affirming care, they are responsible for any procedures to reverse that care for the entirety of the individual’s life. As there is no set time limit for this liability and the mandate extends to “any benefits” that cover gender affirming care, companies may conclude that the risk of offering such coverage is unacceptably high.

[…]

The provisions are ridiculously broad and lack precedent in law. If an individual undergoes a surgical procedure, such as a knee operation, and later regrets it or desires to modify it, no employer is liable for it a decade later simply because the company’s health insurance covered the surgery. That liability is between the patient and the doctor, and often would carry some form of statute of limitations. This not only extends the statute of limitations to perpetuity, it targets the employers just for having health insurance that covers gender affirming care. This targeting of the company itself for the procedures covered under its health insurance is designed to get companies to drop that care.

[…]

Florida is not the only state that has targeted adult health insurance in recent months. We have seen somewhat similar bills pop up in Tennessee and Texas. Texas SB1029, introduced on February 17th, seeks to make health insurance plans strictly liable for all claimed “gender affirming care damages” for life if they offer that care without limitations. It also targets doctors offering that care by making them liable for malpractice. Taken together, they are designed to deter the provision of gender affirming care by both health insurers and doctors past the point of feasibility. Tennessee’s HB1215 would make any health insurance company that contracts with TennCare not offer coverage for gender affirming care. Both of these bills target transgender adults, not just trans youth.

Florida’s “Reverse Woke” bill SB952 is just another sneak attack on gender-affirming care that could force health insurance providers to drop gender-affirming care services on the basis of being “risky.” 

[the-chaotic-christian]

Candle in the Wind

Heather was used to not being able to sleep, she’d been an insomniac since she was a little child. But in Akolan, it seemed almost as if the city would not let her sleep. Yes, she’d slept before, a necessity for her wounds to heal, but now that they mostly were, it was like a switch had flipped and her mind was no longer producing melatonin.

            So she’d crept quietly down to the living room, where the last dying embers of the fire flickered and threw shadows against the walls. She hadn’t wanted to disturb her parents for a second night, much less after the news of Jacks’ selection to be sent to Morbin’s table as a grotesque meal for his warlords.

            And by now, Heather was more than used to handling her pain alone.

            She was the older sister, after all, and among her responsibilities to be a perpetual worrier and rule instigator was the keeping of her emotions and hurts to herself. Yes, she talked about Smalls, but not because she was looking to share her pain with others. She remembered and spread his story because it deserved to be told, and he deserved to be remembered.

            Her gaze dropped from the fire to the sketchbook open in her lap. It wasn’t her’s. It was Smalls’. He’d shown it to her, blushing, once, but had been called away in the middle of doing so, leaving the little book with her. She’d meant to return it, but had forgotten and he’d never asked. She hadn’t even realized she still had it until she discovered it at the bottom of her satchel earlier that night when searching for a bit of ink she vaguely remembered throwing into it several weeks before.

            She’d told him they were good, because they were.

            “Not very.” He’d replied. “I’ve never learned formally. But I always found drawing better than speaking when Wilfred and I were moving around, and there was only so long I could spend reading without it being too much.”

            “Aren’t you the one always telling me I shouldn’t be afraid of my gifts?” Heather remembered asking.

            “It’s hardly a gift, Heather.”

            “Then why did you show it to me?”

            “I-”

            And that was the moment he had been called away. She softly turned the pages, as if they were made of leaves of gold, tracing the outlines of the figures Smalls had traced with a pencil months or years before. Many of the sketches were of unfamiliar figures, likely rabbits he encountered before meeting her, but some she recognized.

            There was even one of Dr. Zeiger, with a note printed neatly in the corner-

            The red spectacles are the thing that really get me.

            The next page was one of Helmer, and the writing read,

            There’s a difference between liking one’s own company and being Helmer. I wish people understood that.

            That one made her laugh.

            But the most surprising one was the roughly sketched picture of Kylen, and the note under that one was far less amusing than the two previous.

            I don’t like him. I’m not sure why, but something doesn’t seem quite right. And no-it’s not like Evan keeps saying, because I’m jealous. There’s something larger going on, and Kyle is the eye the storm is swirling around. I just wish I knew which storm it was.

            Heather gazed at the drawing for a moment, then turned the page so quickly she nearly ripped it. And what she found on the next leaf-close to the end of the book, truly-took her aback.

            It was a sketch of her.

            I don’t think I did her justice-she’s much, much prettier in real life. But I suspect I’ll be going away soon, and this at least will remind me of her.

            I wish I’m braver.

            Heather’s eyes closed. Her hand slipped out of the sketchbook, and it closed. Silent tears began to pool in her eyes, and she reached up to scrub them away out of habit.

            And she was just-there was so much. Heather was angry and heartbroken, and scared. Angry because his bravery was what got him killed, what stole him from her when if he’d just gone to anyone else-

            And she was heartbroken because he was gone, and never coming back. Because even though he was reckless, even though he could be equally as foolish as Evan at times, she still loved him. And she’d wanted-still wanted-a life with him, desperately. And she knew that he’d wanted the same thing, and had almost said as much before.

            And the fear-that came from a fear of letting go, a fear of forgetting. She didn’t-couldn’t-forget Smalls yet. Not yet.

            “Heather, dear, why are you awake?”

            Heather jerked, and the sketchbook fell to the floor. Sween crossed the room, picked it up, and handed it back to her.

            “Oh, I-I couldn’t sleep.” Heather replied, taking back the sketchbook.

            “It’s two in the morning, Heather.”

            Heather looked away. “I know, Mother. I couldn’t sleep.”

            “Well, I don’t think you’ll sleep better sitting up. How come you can’t sleep?”

            Heather did not want to tell her. This felt private, sacred, in a sense. Her and Smalls’ love had been so quiet, almost unspoken, but not quite. And she wasn’t sure if she was quite ready to share this part of it, the pain that came with it. Her mother already looked bogged down enough with other worries, and Heather’s didn’t need to be pitched onto the top of that pile.

            Sween sat down by the hearth. “You can tell me, Heather.” She said gently.

            “Not about this.” Heather replied, fingers finding their way to her pendant necklace.

            Sween was quiet for a moment, and then she sighed softly. “You’ve grown much over the last two years, Heather, because I remember a time when you told me everything. But you’ve seen war now, and that does force one to grow up a little beyond their time.”

            “It forced Smalls to.” Heather murmured softly. Smalls hadn’t wanted to tell her everything about the First Warren, but she’d slowly pieced together the story from things he told her, until she had a nearly full picture. And it was an ugly one. Smalls’ childhood had been ripe with disease, trammels, and tyranny, and, though Wilfred often joked about how dark Smalls could be sometimes, but Heather didn’t blame him.

            “So, is this about the prince?” Sween asked.

            Heather didn’t reply immediately.

            “Heather, I can’t help if you won’t talk to me.”

            “You can’t help.” Heather said finally. She didn’t mean it cruelly; it was the truth. Her mother hadn’t known Smalls since he was a baby.

            “Then I won’t. I’ll listen.” Sween replied. “You’re like your father in that respect, Heather, you need things to be said for you to be able to let them go.”

            Tears finally began to spill down Heather’s cheeks. “But I don’t want to let him go, Mother.” She whispered. “I can’t, not yet. Maybe not ever.”

            Sween said nothing, only nodded.

            “He promised he wouldn’t try anything reckless.” She continued, tone turning bitter. “He promised he’d listen to Uncle Wilfred. But he didn’t and now he’s dead and I don’t know what to do.” A sob choked her, and she rubbed furiously at the tears crawling down her face.

            Wordlessly, Sween got up and walked over, hugging her gently.

            Heather took a shaky breath, burying her face in her mother’s embrace.

            “He promised he’d come back. He promised.” She whispered.

            “I know, I know.” Sween replied, rubbing her back. “I know.”

            “But he didn’t and I’m so angry-” Her sentence was cut off by another sob.

            “Be angry then, Heather, be angry at those who took him away from you. Be angry and let it fuel your fight. But don’t turn bitter, my dear. Bitterness is what tore Garten from this family and cut him off from what was true and right.”

            “I’m so sick of feeling this way. It’s been only a week, but it feels like a lifetime.” Her voice shook painfully, and her broken arm ached. “It’s not fair.”

            “No, it isn’t.” Sween agreed. “It isn’t.” She sighed. “I’m tired of seeing young boys go to war and come back scarred, or not come back at all. War is poison, Heather, it is the culmination of all that is awful and hateful. We trick ourselves into believing that it is glorious so that we are not so afraid of it, but it is a sickness.”

            “I think I’ve caught it.” Heather whispered.

            “I think most of us have.” Sween agreed. “But though war isn’t glorious, it can be noble. And the way the prince died is the height of nobleness, fighting for those who can’t even lift their hands to defend themselves. He died in the name of freedom, my dear, in the name of a future where we live free.”

            “I know.” Heather paused. “But I miss him. More than anything, I miss him. I didn’t know a person could grieve like this.”

            “It’s a hollow, terrible ache.” Sween agreed.

            A long silence.

            “You can go to bed, mother, if you want.” Heather said, pulling away from her mother’s embrace.

            “Are you okay?”

            “For now.” Heather replied. And she was, mostly. Her heart still hurt, but she could weather it.

[sweeneytodddemonbarber]

‘Appy Thanksgiving, my dears. Stay safe. ❤️✨

Also while we celebrate with our friends and family, remember our Indigenous brothers and sisters who have died due to genocide. Know our dark history and do not gaslight it! And to our LGBTQ+ brothers and sisters who do have families who are not as accepting, homophobic, transphobic and racist, I see you, I hear you and I love you. I am your big sister, maternal figure and friend!

If you ‘ave parents who don’t accept you for who you are, I’m your father now. Stay safe, my loves.

@iloveyoutoinfinity @meiwilliamslittlelove @ebbyscrooge @littlerani @princessariel2k23 @fairestofthemall2k25 @themockingjaykatniss @iloveyoutoinfinity

[sweeneytodddemonbarber]

Thank you, dear. ❤️

Happy Birthday Sweeney Todd🔪🩸