#be prepared because during theatre season

[nostalgicfortomorrow]

Opinion: Smoke Machine

I’m a lighting kid and a soon to be stage manager (youngest ever in my school. That was a brag). The one thing that makes my lighting designs the prettiest they’ve ever been is… SMOKE MACHINES! BLIND THE ACTORS! SURROUND THEM WITH SMOKE! KILL THEM ALL! WIPE OUT THEIR FACES SO WE CAN SEE THE BLEND OF COLOURS, PERFECTLY PLACED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[itsswritten]

when the sea calls for three | 1

Paring: Azriel x Reader x Eris

Word Count: 5K

Summary: In the aftermath of war, peace reigns over the realms of Prythian, but the delicate balance hangs in the hands of two unlikely mediators—You and Lucien. As the newly appointed Emissaries of Peace, your duty is clear: maintain alliances, foster understanding between courts, and navigate the intricate webs of fae politics.

But when fate deals an unexpected twist, revealing that you possess not one, but two mates, the tranquillity you've worked so hard to uphold is suddenly threatened. Caught between two males who refuse to share, you find yourself thrust into a precarious position, torn between duty and desire.

What will you do and who will you choose?

Intro | Masterlist

The Dawn's Meeting Chamber, served as the esteemed location for all court attended meetings. Through previous trials and tribulations, and now amidst the settled peace, its significance remained steadfast. Thesan, your own High Lord, presided with grace and authority, embodying the essence of a perfect host.

And despite this being a time of peace, alliances were still rocky. Dawn served as the perfect neutral territory. 

Cushioned oak chairs were meticulously arranged in a circle around the reflection room,  offering a comfortable seat for attendees. Positioned opposite each other on either side of the reflective pool, you and Lucien stood poised amidst the chairs. He occupied the twelfth hour, while you claimed the 6th, a silent yet powerful representation of the balance and harmony you held within your new positions. 

Up until this moment, the weight of such responsibility had never rested upon your shoulders. For years, you had drifted through various roles within the Dawn Court, from the serene halls of the Library, the bustling markets of the city and the melodies of the theatre. Even during the war, Thesan had recognised your unique talents and utilised you on the border, a role that had never quite settled comfortably within you.

As a soldier in the midst of conflict, you had often felt like a square peg in a round hole, grappling with a sense of unease that gnawed at your core. It was as if you were searching for something, yet never quite finding where you belonged. Perhaps it was because you were different, your nature straddling the line between worlds in a way that defied easy categorisation.

As much as you passed for High Fae, it was clear to those who truly listened, that wasn’t the case. 

So when Lucien came to you with his proposition, a plea wrapped in a promise of purpose and significance, you couldn't bring yourself to refuse him. For the first time in your life, an opportunity had arisen that held the potential to make a tangible difference, to offer a sense of fulfilment, a sense of belonging.

A subtle exchange of nods and smiles passed between you and your friend. With a confident stance and a lifted chin, you prepared to address the esteemed gathering.

As the chamber filled with representatives from the solar courts, the seasonal courts, and the human alliance, a palpable sense of anticipation hung in the air. You and Lucien exchanged respectful greetings with the High Lord and Ladies in attendance, bowing your heads to their esteemed positions.

Once everyone was settled, Lucien stepped forward to take his place at the head of the meeting, assuming the role of leader with poise and authority. With a nod of approval from Thesan, the meeting commenced, setting the stage for discussions that would hopefully shape the future of the fae lands and beyond.

Lucien’s voice rang out, commanding the attention of all present. You felt the swell of pride fill your chest. That was your best friend. Lucien had been selected by all courts for this role, and you couldn’t envision anyone better. 

A kind male, with a huge heart and smart mind. He was perfect for this.

"We are here today in the first allied meeting of peace since the cessation of hostilities," he began, his tone measured yet commanding. "It is a testament to our collective efforts and determination that we gather here today in pursuit of peace and prosperity for all."

Pausing briefly to allow his words to resonate, Lucien continued, his gaze sweeping across the assembled dignitaries. "This is a pivotal moment for our land, a time to address any lingering concerns, to foster open dialogue, and to reaffirm our commitments to cooperation and understanding."

He gestured with open arms towards the reflective pool at the centre of the chamber, "I invite each of you to speak freely, to raise any issues or grievances regarding borders, trade agreements, or any other matters that may impact the stability of our realms."

Lucien had set the tone for the meeting, and you gave him a proud smile in return when his eyes flickered over you. You, along with Lucien and the courts were shaping the course of the future. A better future for everyone.

You had never been a part of these meetings before, but from what Lucien had shared, they usually didn’t go well. Before the most recent peace treaty, Lucien had briefed you on the usual hostility that hung in these meetings. Hostility so rife, that Lucien’s own brother, Eris, had almost met his end at the hands of the Shadowsinger. 

A male who you had spotted as soon as he had entered the chamber. How could anyone miss him? His features were chiselled and angular, with sharp cheekbones and a strong jawline that clenched as he listened to the conversations of the room. He demanded a dark ethereal beauty that was all encompassing. You were smart enough not to let your eyes linger too long when he first arrived, but now while everyone was distracted by debate you took a moment to take him in.

Azriel stood tall and imposing behind his High Lord and Lady. You and Lucien had restricted how many attendees were allowed in these new meetings. High Lords and Ladies of the court were allowed to bring up to two attendees, whether that be scholars, soldiers, courtiers. Whoever they deemed fit. These were meetings of peace, there was no need to flex muscle and power.

It seemed the Night Court had selected their Spymaster for attendance with them today; his presence spoke volumes of the Night Court's cautious approach to diplomacy. Especially after what Lucien had shared about the Shadowsingers unrestrained actions of the last meeting.

His dark hair fell in sleek short waves, framing his face. The black strands were a stark contrast to those hazel eyes. Beside him, his shadows lingered, a constant and enigmatic presence at his side. Though you had grown accustomed to their role as messengers in your correspondence, it was a whole other experience seeing them now in the flesh, accompanying their master.

You were aware of his delicate relationship with Lucein, the crossfires they had found themselves in regarding Lucien’s mate. And although you’re not entirely sure what went down, the repercussions left neither males fostering any type of relationship with Elain. 

Azriel’s expression was inscrutable, much like his earlier cryptic letters you had exchanged with him over the past two months. Hard to decipher. 

Perhaps it was your natural charm, or your way with words though, that managed to entice the Shadowsinger to show a different side. It was exactly 2 weeks of correspondence before the tone started to change.

Before officially taking on the role of Emissary, Lucien had to request approval for you to join him. In the meantime, you took on the difficult task of helping Spring Court. Those earlier weeks were dire, Tamlin would hide in his vine covered house and you were left to pick up the pieces best you could. Surprisingly it was Azriel’s letters that you received the most, him wanting daily updates on Tamlin and the progress of the court. No doubt, his own High Lord breathing down his neck for all information regarding his mate's ex lover.

Your notes were always polite and concise, but when writing to Lucien you often signed them off in jest. And after a particularly depressing update on the Spring Court, you signed at the end.

Send prayers, I worry I won’t even make it till Solstice. 

You signed with a scribble of a sad face, knowing Lucien would read your sarcasm well. However, thanks to the Shadowsigner’s meddlesome shadows, Lucien’s and Azriels letters somehow got swapped. So when you were expecting some witty remark from Lucien, it was in fact Azriel that took you by surprise.

I worry you won’t too…and what a shame that would be.

It was a taunting reply, one you hadn’t expected but made you smirk all the same.

A shame indeed… but do you doubt my capabilities, Shadowsinger? I’ll have you know, I am to be the new Emissary of Peace.

I know exactly who you are, y/n.

That had just been the beginning of your playful mockery, and there was a small part of you that felt guilty for looking forward to his messages so much. Especially considering who he was to Lucien. But you couldn’t help but reply. Spring Court had been so dreary, it was sometimes the only thing to lighten up your day.

You were intrigued to hear Azriel’s voice, hear what the ripples of his vocal cords would reveal. What did your pen pal sound like? What else would you discover about the Shadowsinger, now his court resided under you? 

༄ 

Your eyes carefully swept over the other attendees, absorbing the nuances of their discussions and concerns. Kallias's voice carried across the chamber as he delved into the intricacies and concerns of trade agreements between Summer. His worries about the quality of products traversing such diverse climates were evident, but you knew how desperately Summer needed the trade.

Tarquin was the youngest in the room beside Feyre– the Night Court's High Lady. 

The first High Lady ever you reminded yourself. 

With Summer now falling under your jurisdiction, you couldn't help but feel a sense of empathy for the younger ruler, still finding his footing amidst the complexities of court politics. He had never even ruled during a time of peace when the only concerns were whether his goods would freeze as soon as they crossed the Winter border.

This is where you came in. This was your job. Maintaining vital exchanges for the prosperity of all involved.

As Kallias concluded his remarks, you chose that moment to interject, your voice cutting through the air with quiet authority. "You've made such a valid point, Kallias," you acknowledged, drawing the attention of the room toward you for the first time.

Your voice was soft and gentle, yet filled the room with a warmth that perhaps these meetings had always lacked. 

“I know it’s been a long time since trade as ran between the courts, and we want to make this transition as smooth and successful for everyone”

Your gaze shifted to Helion, the High Lord of Day, a thoughtful expression on his face as he observed you. "I wonder if this is something Day could help with," you continued, laying out your proposal with careful deliberation.

“Solan, your spell weaver has quite the talent for weathered charms. His expertise is extraordinary, I’ve seen his work” You sung the Day’s residents praises brightly.

You had met Solan many years ago when he collaborated with Nuan on one of her ingenious inventions. 

“I believe he has the capabilities to create such a charm that could assist with smooth tradings and deliveries, across all the seasonal courts” 

To win the favour of this notion, it would have to benefit not only Summer.

Helion met your gaze, his eyes betraying a hint of intrigue as he considered your suggestion. "You are correct," he conceded, nodding in agreement. "Solan could create such a spell. But of course at a cost."

“Of course,” you smiled. You wouldn’t expect anything less.

Tarquin's smile was genuine but soft as he responded, "That is something Summer would be happy to discuss."

“As would Spring” Tamlin spoke. A quietness settled after, his transgressions still creating an uncomfortable tension.

Your eyes flickered to the familiar auburn hair of Eris, someone you had not seen in years. He merely nodded reluctantly, almost as if he detested how smooth that had been.

“I will speak with Solan, and be in touch shortly, gentleman” Helion said with grace, sending you a smile and a soft wink.

Turning back to Kallias, you addressed his concerns directly, offering the solution. "With Solan's expertise, we can ensure that shipments between courts are unaffected by weather conditions," you assured him. 

"Send me a quote Helion '' Kallias nodded beside his wife, mate, Vivnae– the second High Lady in history. “As long as the goods maintain their quality, I’m happy to move forward with confidence."

A sense of relief washed over you at the resolution. You were smooth, decisive and quick.

༄ 

As your perceptive gaze traversed the room, meticulously dissecting the nuances of each attendee's demeanour, listening to their breaths, smacking of lips and the clicking on tongues. It all revealed so much. You could hear it within the unspoken. 

Your eyes abruptly came to a halt upon falling into a familiar amber gaze—the penetrating stare of Eris Vanserra.

His eyes locked on yours like a hawk. A tight smirk graced Eris's lips as his gaze roved over your form with a predatory intensity, sending a subtle shiver down your spine that you quickly suppressed.

You couldn't help but notice the subtle changes in his appearance—the shorter hair that framed his features in a way that suited him, a departure from the longer locks that had once adorned his head. You wondered if he had cut his hair before or after he had killed his father? Or had he cut his hair for that reason alone?

A new chapter. Cut the dead weight. Just like he’d cut down Beron.

To kill a parent. To kill your own father. Not that Beron didn’t have it coming, it was rightfully deserved but you wondered what toll that would have on someone. You knew of the scars Beron had left on his sons, even if they hadn’t told you. You had always heard under their words. And you hoped now, that they could heal and find some semblance of peace with their monster of a father gone.

Memories flooded back of a time when your mother would take you for playdates in Autumn. Eris along with his brothers would often tease you. It was because of those moments you and Lucien had gotten so close. Seeking unity in one another when hiding together as children from his older brother's taunts.

Eris was the kinder one out of the pack, at least back then. Perhaps kind wasn’t the right word to choose, but he was indifferent to you. He stood out as a somewhat mitigating force. Being the eldest and already grown, his words always carried a sharp edge, laced with venomous undertones, however there was a distinct lack of malice directed at you. Eris would often intercede his brothers teasing with biting remarks, questioning the rationale behind their actions when they would corner you and Lucein. 

I didn’t realise you were so weak that you had to pick on our baby brother and his little friend.

Perhaps if you weren’t so obsessed with Lucien and his little girlfriend you might have figured how to channel fire by now.

Why do you always bother her, do you like her? Should I tell Father about your little crush on the girl from Dawn?

His words were often curt and abrasive, but they never failed to disrupt the relentless onslaught of ridicule. You were young then, your ability had only reared its head in your early adulthood. But you wondered what you might have noticed within his words if you had been able to hear.

Your loyalties always lay with Lucien, but as much as you hated to admit it- you couldn't deny the undeniable allure of the eldest Vanserra brother. Sure, Lucien was undeniably beautiful, that was a fact you didn't need reminding of. But there was an enigmatic quality to Eris that had always intrigued you. In your early adulthood, you often caught yourself searching for the eldest Vanserra brother during your visits to Lucien, a secret desire you hoped Lucien never caught wind of.

You pulled your eyes away, not allowing him the satisfaction of noticing any indifference on you. You honed into the rest of the discussions, aiding Lucien when needed to keep conversations moving freely and light.

The new peace treaty between the courts and the humans was still fresh and hung delicately in the air. Despite the fervent desire for discussions to revolve solely around diplomatic relations and fostering harmony, there were inevitably topics that couldn't be skirted around.

Rhysand had taken charge of ensuring that any lingering remnants of former enemies were swiftly disbanded. It appeared that, for the time being, any remaining threats had retreated into the shadows.

Good. You hoped they withered away in their caves. The resentment you harboured against the people who had caused your home, your land so much pain was something you were sure everyone in this room could relate to.

With a successful conclusion the meeting came to an end, leaving you with ample opportunity to mingle among the courts and assess the collective mood and gain insight to how this inaugural gathering had been perceived. A quick look at Lucien told you everything you needed to know, and you both swiftly walked in opposite directions to begin addressing the courts independently.

Tamlin was first on your left. And you offered him a respectful bow and small smile.

“Heard you’re abandoning me” there was that bitterness that always hung on his words nowadays. However the depressive lull of his tone wasn’t as prevalent as it once was.

“Tamlin” you spoke softly, with an endearing look. “Your court is about to embark on it’s renewal, something you should be tremendously proud of.”

His features were set in a tight expression, lines of frustration etched into his brow as he regarded you with a mixture of wariness and scepticism. His once noble visage now bore the marks of weariness and resentment, a shadow of the High Lord he had once been.

You continued “But with Lucien once being your emissary, we felt he had the best expertise when it came to resettling some of your residents, I’m sure seeing a familiar face will be reassuring to them” Tamlin's response was guarded, his jaw clenched as he absorbed your words. He couldn’t deny you were right.

You usually always were.

"Of course, I'm only a correspondence away if you truly need my help," you reassured him, reaching forward to give his forearm a delicate squeeze. "Don't be a stranger, Tamlin."

With a reluctant nod, Tamlin conceded to your words, his expression softening ever so slightly as he bid you farewell and winnowed away.

That went better than expected, you thought. Grateful that Tamlin’s days of tantrums seemed to be over, but you did worry for him and his court. You hoped he and Lucien would be able to work through their problems together and get Spring flourishing once more.

You knew of the friction between Tamlin and other courts, particularly Night. It was not lost on you. Lucien had provided insight into the underlying conflicts and grievances, filling you in on the gaps that gossip hadn’t shared. While you understood the ramifications of Tamlin's actions, you couldn't help but feel a sense of compassion for the Spring Court and its inhabitants.

You wanted to see Spring thrive once more, to provide a safe haven for those who had spent their lives within its borders. This was a goal both you and Lucein shared.

As Tarquin approached with a radiant smile, his white hair flowing gracefully over his blue and gold attire, you returned the gesture with a respectful bow of your head. His presence exuded warmth and vitality, his rich brown skin glowing under the gentle rays of dawn that filtered into the room.

"I believe you'll be taking care of Summer," he remarked, his smile widening as he acknowledged your new role.

"Tarquin, Varian," you greeted, inclining your head towards both him and his attendee with a bow. "I'm looking forward to supporting you both, and I have to say… I am a lover of the sun and sea, so I'm sure my visits to Summer will be my weekly highlight," you added with a light smirk, hoping to sweeten the interaction with a touch of flattery.

"I hope that will be the case,” Tarquin replied warmly, his tone filled with genuine enthusiasm. As he took your hand, you felt a rush of warmth as he pressed a gentle kiss upon it. “I look forward to our relationship and seeing what we can do together for my court, and of course for all of Prythian," he bid you farewell, and with a nod to Varian, they both winnowed away.

You didn’t need to rely on your ability to hear the unspoken to understand what that was. It was evident in the way Tarquin looked at you. A genuine fondness in his eyes, a warmth that spoke volumes. It was clear that he liked you…and attention from a handsome High Lord was not something you were opposed to. 

You felt a gaze and you looked back gently to see Lucien giving you a knowing look with a slight smirk. He’d seen the interaction then. You’re sure he’d have something snarky to say later about it.

༄ 

You were left with the looming shadowy energy that had been in the corner of the room – the Night Court. Azriel was to greet you first, stepping away as his High Lord and Lady were engrossed in a conversation with Winter.

You turned to the Shadowsinger, your hand outstretched in a very human gesture of greeting, a deliberate choice made by you and Lucien to foster bridges with both the Fae and humans. Adopting some of their mannerisms wouldn’t hurt. Plus, Azriel was your equal; you would not bow to him.

Azriel hesitated for a moment, a fleeting pause that had you searching for its cause. But that reluctance dissolved as you felt his large hand envelop yours. You felt the jagged edges of lines on his palm pressing against your soft skin, scars that covered every inch of his hand, that had you curious to what had caused such a thing. Without glancing down, your eyes remained locked on the Shadowsinger's gaze as you gently squeezed his hand back in a firm shake.

“It’s nice to finally put a name to a face,” Azriel spoke as your hands parted.

“I hope I don’t disappoint,” you teased, the words slipping out before you could stop them. Perhaps it was the familiarity that had grown in these past weeks that allowed such a remark to escape.

A glint of something unfamiliar flickered in Azriel’s eye, his lips quirking into a slight smirk. But before you could hear his words, you sensed the powerful presence of another, and you swiftly turned to bow to the Night Court's High Lord and Lady.

“Rhysand, it’s been a long time. It’s good to see you again,” you greeted warmly, recalling brief encounters at events when you were both much younger, before he’d even ascended to High Lord. 

Rhys nodded in agreement before introducing you to Feyre.

“Your reputation precedes you,” you remarked, turning to the High Lady, who returned your smile.

Cursebreaker. Cauldron-blessed. High Lady of the Night Court.

“As does yours. Lucien said he was enlisting the help of a trusted friend. Glad to see another female in the room,” Feyre replied, her tone light and welcoming.

“Ah, yes.” You gave a knowing nod to the outdated misogynistic rules of the land “I have a long-term plan. Just give it a year, and I believe it will be us females who dominate these meetings,” you joked playfully.

“Now that is something I would like to see,” Rhys teased, nudging his mate playfully.

Feyre laughed lightly before continuing, her voice carrying a warm tone. “We’ve been told we fall under your jurisdiction now.”

You nodded, acknowledging the shift. “I will be splitting my time equally across the courts under my care.”

“I’m glad,” Feyre replied, her gaze thoughtful. “Azriel said you were quite adept in your work. You've apparently got Spring Court back up and running”

You smiled at the mention of Azriel's appraisal. You noticed him shuffling slightly on his feet at his mention, his shadows swirling around him in an almost teasing manner “Nice to know someone was singing my praises,” you quipped, but you heard the unspoken words of Feyre’s remark. 

You knew of her time in Spring, a time she was definitely not fond of. But you could hear in her words that she was digging for something. “Sure, me and Tamlin have been able to collaborate for the renewal of his court. I’m pleased it has been so successful, to finally have it’s residents returning home”

Whether that was the response Feyre was hoping for you’re not sure, but she merely nodded her head. You excused yourself from their company to finally greet the flickering energy that had been heating it’s way across the room to you. You stood before Eris, his imposing presence overshadowed by his two brothers snickering behind him as you offered a respectful bow.

“Eris.” you greeted respectfully. There was a part of you that had been hesitant to look after Autumn, however you couldn’t bear the thought of leaving them under Lucien. 

Eris merely smirked, his demeanour suggesting he relished the moment you had to bow before him. He reached out, his touch warm yet firm as he grasped your wrist and examined your sleeve with a critical eye.

“Leaves, really? I thought flames best represented my court,” he remarked, his tone teasing.

You withdrew your hand quickly, his touch feeling oddly inappropriate in the formal setting. It served as a stark reminder that regardless of your newfound title, you would always be seen as his little brother's best friend.

Swallowing hard, you met his gaze with narrowed eyes, defending your choice of attire. “Autumn has always symbolised a transitional time within the seasons, a new beginning. I felt it best represented the fresh start we are embarking on. I thought it mirrored the new chapter you seek as well.”

Eris’s brothers rolled their eyes behind him, but you held your ground, unyielding in your stance. Eris couldn’t refute your words; you had spoken the truth. With Beron’s reign over, Eris was indeed ushering in a new era for his court.

“You and your pretty words…” Eris mused, his tone bordering on slight admiration.

“I’m sure you’ll be pleased to know your court falls under my jurisdiction,” you announced confidently.

“Oh good, do we get you for two months as well? Or do you only whore yourself off to Tamlin?” one of Eris’s brothers interjected with a crude remark. Eris shot his brother with a deathly reprimanding glance that shut him up instantly.

You bit back a retort, knowing that maintaining composure was paramount. Especially in this setting.

Instead you would use your pretty words and smart mouth.

“I didn’t realise Autumn felt neglected. I’ll make a note,” you replied evenly. “I will be visiting Autumn for two days every week, if that suffices. But if your court is in dire need of additional support, I can inquire with the other courts about allocating more time to you.”

“That will not be needed,” Eris replied curtly, cutting off any further discussion on the matter. He would not have any insinuation that his court needed support, that his reign was weak.

That was exactly the response you had expected. You gave him a knowing look, his stare challenging yours as a small smirk played on his lips. He was enjoying this you realised, enjoying your company, enjoying the challenge you presented. And as he gently licked his bottom lip, his gaze still prowling over you, you realised he was enjoying what he was seeing too.

As you stood in the midst of the exchange with Eris, you noticed a slight movement out of the corner of your eye. Sensing the shift in energy, you turned slightly to glance over your shoulder, finding the piercing gaze of the Shadowsinger fixed upon Eris. His eyes bore into Eris with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine, an unmistakable venom simmering beneath the surface.

You were aware of their previous altercation, but you hadn’t realised how deep their hatred ran.

The Shadowsinger didn’t like any of the Vanserra brothers then– noted.

Eris, catching the subtle exchange, rolled his eyes lightly, a small huff escaping his lips, barely noticeable to anyone but you. 

"It'll be nice to see you among the autumn leaves again, y/n," Eris purred with an air of indifference before he and his brothers swiftly winnowed away. However for a split second you swore you saw it. When his amber eyes fell back to yours, you swore you saw that kindness he always kept hidden.

༄ 

As the last of the attendees left the meeting chamber, you and Lucien shared a glance, a mixture of relief and satisfaction evident in both your expressions.

"I think that went well," you remarked, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

Lucien nodded in agreement, linking his arm with yours. "Better than expected, considering the diverse personalities we had to deal with." he chuckled with an eye roll.

You nodded in agreement, smiling softly with a playful glint in your eye. "Looks like the real work begins now, eh?"

Lucien laughed heartily, falling into step beside you as you made your way out of the chamber. 

“Make sure you’re being careful though” Lucien said in a moment of seriousness. You tilted your head to look at him, trying to understand what he meant in that. 

Was it your interaction with Tarquin, or something else entirely?

"I’m always careful Lucie” You replied, offering a reassuring smile before pivoting back.  “Let the peacekeeping begin." You declared, your fist pumping the air with determination.

Lucien couldn't resist a playful jab, muttering under his breath, "Why does this feel more like we're babysitting everyone?"

Laughter bubbled between the two of you as you exited the meeting chamber, ready to embrace the challenges of maintaining peace and unity among the courts.

How hard could peacekeeping be anyway?

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a/n: Sorry this took so long, and again I'm still setting the role and relationships up so it's gonna be a slow burn- but bare with! It'll be worth it <3 would love to know your thoughts on it all! Enjoyyyy - Lottie xx

[justzawe]

Zawe Ashton Covers AMAZING Magazine | Issue 4

Actor, author, playwright and new mum Zawe Ashton adds another string to her bow: supervillain. As she joins the Marvel Cinematic Universe, she tells AMAZING about her love of poetry, getting physical on the set of The Marvels and the unwavering support of her own parents.

Zawe Ashton is no stranger to playing the antagonist. From her very first film role as rude schoolgirl Bianca in 2009’s St Trinian's 2: The Legend Of Fritton's Gold, to playing the intimidatingly cool Violet “Vod” Nordstrom in four seasons of student sitcom Fresh Meat and – more recently - as the rejected Julia Thistlewaite in 2022 period drama, Mr. Malcolm’s List, Ashton has a knack for taking on characters who appear unlikeable on paper… and making audiences fall in love with them. However, for her latest role as Dar-Benn in The Marvels, she had to go full villain.

“Very little can prepare you to have to embody an antagonist at this level, in a Universe that is literally not known to anyone – like our Space - and to make it real and impactful,” says the London-born actor, a new recruit to the Marvel Cinematic Universe. “There's something deeply humbling about having to return to the sandbox; you have to go back to the playground and that was something I was not expecting. You have to indulge in adult play and it’s surprisingly vulnerable. I know that there are gamers out there, there are cosplayers out there, there are adults who have managed to keep that level of childlike play going and I respect it so much. There's a self-consciousness that can take over if you are not careful. Trying to react realistically to a laser coming towards you is not something I’d done since I was seven years old, and I had to get to that level of childlike confidence to just delve into the imagination. Once that was all clearer, the villainous elements came so much from the physical world, with costume and hair.”

For 39-year-old Ashton, adult play will likely become a more frequent fixture in her life, thanks to her most exciting new role – as a mother. She welcomed her first child in 2022 with fiancé Tom Hiddleston, her co-star in the 2019 revival of Harold Pinter's Betrayal on London’s West End, later transferred to Broadway. “What has genuinely surprised me about motherhood is how much I don't feel ready to talk about it,” she laughs. “And this isn’t to shut down the conversation. I have gained so much insight from public people who have this incredible candour and this disarming, relatable dialogue about it very early on, but it's something that I am just dedicating time to absorbing. I’m listening rather than expelling energy. That genuinely has surprised me, because it's something you want to shout from the rooftops about; it's the most unparalleled, most important role in my life. The surprise has been how quiet I want to be about it. Maybe that's also me as a writer and this is something that will come through the pen at some point.”

Ashton attended London’s Anna Scher Theatre School from the age of six and was a member of the National Youth Theatre, before getting her degree in acting at Manchester Metropolitan University, but writing has always been significant in her life. She won the London Poetry Slam Championship in 2000, becoming the event’s youngest winner, at 17. “I may have been knocked off that pillar long ago, but in my head I'm still the youngest,” she laughs. “I love poetry. I had not written for a really long time; during the pandemic I lost a huge chunk of my creative soul when it came to putting pen to paper, which was really scary and was clearly the fallout of being in survival mode and feeling quite fearful. People's attention spans just went all sorts of different ways, didn't they? It was very hard for me to read, and it was very hard for me to write, which is very strange for me.

“More recently, a friend of mine from drama school who I used to do open mic nights with in Manchester – I used to perform poetry and she used to sing - asked me to write a poem for her wedding. I had a few moments where it was really tough, but I did it. I love her and I'm so happy for her, and being inspired enough to get a poem out and read it aloud really opened the floodgates. So, weirdly enough, I've been writing a lot of poetry recently and found a new love for it. I will always continue to use poetry as a way to understand the world. It's just so much part of who I am.”

For Zawe's full interview and shoot, order your copy of AMAZING issue 4 now. The Marvels is out now.

[miasiegert]

How Cats Casting Often Works (Summer Stock)

So due to request, explaining how casting works for many regional productions of CATS. NOTE: I am not discussing ANYONE I work with, anyone I've worked with past-tense, any production I've done. This is a general explanation of how summer stock works and how incredibly difficult it is for the director/choreographer to make decisions. Because, surprisingly, the director doesn't get auditions for each character! They have to choose from already cast actors! WHAT? Yup, that's Summer stock!

The actors are contracted to do about four shows for a theatre to last for their summer season. This is subject to change, sometimes actors have to leave (injury, illness, Broadway offers (yes, that happens!)), but for those shows the bulk of the actors are already cast! So someone can't hold auditions for Mistoffelees or Victoria. They need to go with who's already there (very talented! But they might have different skillsets!)

The director needs to assess the actors, some of whom they know, many of whom they don't and see reels but a lot of instagram, and they must compare them to the entire summer stock cast to decide what's best.

For example, if someone is not a singer but a great dancer, they might be someone like Mistoffelees, Victoria, Pouncival. If someone's got an incredible belt, they might be Bombalurina. Usually Bombalurina and Cassandra are coin tosses and REALLY hard decisions (you really need a good actor for Cass to be so aloof and hold the poses). If there's a soprano, usually the more classically trained one who is not a dancer will be Jellylorum. If someone's an incredible tapper, they'll be Jenny!

You get the double threats for the ones who dance and sing (Munkustrap, Skimble) and those might be some that'd be considered for different roles--Mungo and Rumple are always double-threats but often triple threat because of acting. If someone's a rock singer, they'd be Tugger because it's HARD to do that. If someone can turn and has a strong ballet/jazz background, they're Mistoffelees (which is how one can end up with a 6'2" Mistoffelees and very panicked costume designers who have 3 weeks to create TWO full new costumes from scratch to fit their height! What, no, I'm not talking about us, what gave you that impression?).

Then there are triple threats, ones who can dance, sing, AND act, like Demeter and Munkustrap. Those are HARD roles. It doesn't always end up like that because of who's available, which is NOT shade towards any actor--when contracted for a season, they are given the best possible role to highlight their ability.

For Macavity, it's usually one of the largest dancers because of the Munk and Alonzo lift and someone who is a very lyrical mover.

This does not mean that Plato will do the lift with Victoria in the Ball. The lift goes to the person who is the best at doing lifts in the cast. US Tour V had Eddie (who was Alonzo) doing the lift because he was the best. One of the Australian tours had (surprisingly) Tumblebrutus do the lift! Yes, really!

In the US, Mungo and Rumple are usually the same size for the double cartwheels and we are very confused as to major height differences in the UK. I mean clearly it works but it's significantly harder when one's not as balanced so that's taken into consideration (Mungo NEEDS to do some tumbling).

Ensemble is where it's REALLY tough. A lot of times people assume the ensemble members are the ones who are hidden/not as good. That's absolutely false. The ensemble members ALWAYS are swings and understudy multiple roles. They need to be prepared to jump in on the spot in case of illness or injury, such as an onstage injury (there was a horrific one on the US Tour once where Pouncival had to take over during Mistoffelees as the actor broke his foot during the turns). A lot of the BEST dancers are put in the back and random spots because in order to make a good show that's cohesive, you need to have what looks like a fully in sync production. The ensemble holds everyone together and are critical for the show to be a success.

Cats is one of the rare shows where, with the fandom, since they're all their own characters, they are recognized for each thing but often not the why!

Also some characters might randomly be seen because some of the wonderful donors might have walk ons! Without donors, many regional productions would not exist! So if you see a cat that's maybe sitting around in the background, catting around, not dancing/not singing, you should 10000% appreciate them because without them, there'd be no show! Patrons are super important and it's an honor to give them some GREAT costumes to wear (and super fun for them to be cats!)

I hope that helps explain how casting works in many productions of summer stock and how difficult it is! Also did you know most productions only have one week to rehearse??? Wichita had three weeks, I believe, but most are only one, it's true!!!

Let me know if you have any questions!

Also I saw the comment asking about how we make warmers; I don't know how to reply to a reblog (sorry I am not smart at social media). Some day, we can go through a basic tutorial. But learn how to cast on/cast off, knit, purl, and stretchy decrease (tutorials online). It's SUPER easy, just time consuming... oh so time consuming. As for fluffy warmers, we use a LOT of different yarns, always at least double-strand, sometimes quadruple, lots of eyelash yarn, and while David does NOT do this, for my warmers, I will always use scraps if I'm doing the strays. Cats are mottled IRL. They won't be consistent. David likes having three colors per costume. I... am a bit more wild... yet strangely it's my muted costumes that people seem to be talking about here (buttercup Jellylorum for example!). Oh. And always Magical Misto will have black leg warmers with purple sparkles hidden in them. That's my thing. I give characters certain colors. Misto is purple, Tumble is blue.

BACK TO WRITING! I made today's deadline but PUSHING ON so I have less tomorrow!

[gburph]

Lokius writing prompts 2

Recently I don't have anything to do at my job during the night so I sit and think of the Lokius writing prompts. This is why I created the second part of the list. First part is here and third part here. If anyone uses them, please let me know. I want to read it.

1 - After the end of Loki season 2, Mobius as a reward takes Loki to the Endgame scene where Dr Strange gives Thanos the time stone. They stop Thanos and meet the Avengers and Guardians. Together with Dr Strange, they all head to Earth to fight the Chitauri. You can use only the first part of the prompt or, if you wish, you can write my full vision for this scene:

As the stone flies to Thanos, Loki's hand appears out of nowhere and grabs the stone. The rest of Loki then appears and uses the stone to freeze Thanos' hand, the one with the gauntlet. Loki then scolds Doctor Strange for trying to give the stone to the Mad Titan. Loki continues to introduce himself in his usual style (with glorious purpose and all), but adds his variant number and copies the judgement scene from Loki. He lists Thanos' crimes (both serious and not, such as being annoying, perhaps adding a few crimes against himself) and asks how Thanos pleads. Thanos says he has no right to judge him, but Loki says this right was given to him by the TVA represented by his friend Mobius here. He points at him and, for the first time, all the people present notice Mobius standing in the back. Loki then passes judgment (he can use the stone to destroy Thanos). Later he, Mobius and the confused Avengers and Guardians talk; Dr Strange teleports them all to Wakanda to fight the Chitauri, and after the fight Loki and Mobius meet Thor. Thor may be pleased that Loki made a friend or be suspicious or even hostile as he worries after losing Loki from his timeline. The second and third options could be an opportunity for Loki to protect Mobius from Thor with magic or words. And also Mobius can defend Loki when someone tries to insult him.

(EDIT to prompt 1: you can add the fact that apparently Loki is going to be a god of stories)

2 - Tony Stark accidentally finds an old photo of Loki with an unknown gentleman from the 1893 Chicago World's Fair. Trying to find any information about the mysterious gentleman, Tony finds a man who looks exactly like the man from the fair living in modern times. He is a divorced 50-year-old jet-ski salesman. Tony decides to meet the man and talk to him.

3 - After the destruction of the TVA, Mobius is transported to New York in 2012 during a battle. Mobius realises that he woke up there because it was the moment of his Nexus Event (but now the TVA won't capture him for any changes). He decides to stop Loki and to do so he finds Thor and convinces him to hit Loki very hard on the head to stop the mind control. They manage to wake Loki from the mind control, but: A - This Loki is the one from the TVA, but when his mind was transferred to a past body, he was again influenced by Mind Stone. B - This is the Loki of that time and he doesn't know Mobius, but after getting to know him better he can't help but also like Mobius. Especially since he is the only person who believes in him and tries to help him (TVA Loki can be either dead or lost and later found)

4 - Loki resides in Asgard impersonating Odin. As we know, he was mainly concerned with the development of culture (mainly theatre). One day he is shocked when he meets a strange mortal (as if mortals in Asgard weren't strange enough) who tries to convince Loki that danger is coming and Loki should prepare all of Asgard for an invasion (TVA Loki has died and now Mobius is trying to save this Loki from Hela and Thanos).

Bonus points if in post season 2 canon complaint stories every member of TVA hates spaghetti with burning passion.

More bonus points for Loki's interactions with various members of the Avengers, Guardians, SHIELD, etc.

Even more bonus points for Lokius slow burn.

Tell me what you think of my ideas!

[fangirlfrom-hell]

*re-posting this because I'm stupid and accidentaly delated my blog 🫠

Big Brothers' Reunion Goes Wrong

Jay and Will Halstead x Sister || Healstead Sister one shot

There is an episode in PD season 2 where Jay is in his kitchen, and Will's one night stand appears out of nowhere and she just greets him. It's kinda funny. I took that scene to write this, more or less.

I have always felt that in these CPD episodes Will seems to be a jerk, so I'm sorry if I wrote him with that same vibe (Don't get me wrong I really like Will).

I just wanted to write more about Becca becoming a theatre girl and I took the chance 🥺 Cherish this phase of Becca Healstead.

It was earlier than usual when Becca opened the fridge to drink some orange juice. She was wearing a sports top and joggers, also a thin black sweater, her hair picked up in a high ponytail. She started to prepare coffe for her brother, while she ate a slice of bread.

-"Oh! You woke up early". Jay said really surprised while entering the kitchen, still in the clothes he slept in.

-"Yeah. I'm trying to practice".

-"Practice what?" He said looking at her outfit.

-"My acting teacher gave me some exercises to improve my movements, they are really tough to do. I also want to keep working on my flexibility. I don't really have so much time during the afternoons, so I figured I could wake up earlier to do it".

-"Wow!" Jay said, raising his brows. -"You are really into it, aren't you?". He was genuinely happy for her.

-"Yes!" She said with excitement. -"All thanks to you, Jay Jay".

-"Hey! Now that you are into a sporty phase, maybe you can come with me to the gym, or we can go together for a walk. You can also show me your exercises, I don't know. A brother-sister thing, sounds like fun".

-"Sure, I'd love that!" Her exercises had nothing to do with that type of training, but she tought it was a sweet idea, also she was always up to spend time with her big brother.

-"What about the coffee, anyway? You can't drink it, still too young. It's prohibited".

-"I was doing it for you, dummy". Becca gave him a playful push as Jay laughed.

-"Sit down, silly". Jay grabbed a pan and some other kitchen utensils. -"Now, what do you want for breakfast?".

-"Scrambled eggs and bacon and toasted bread". They said at the same time, Jay imitating Becca's everyday answer.

-"Shut up! As if you knew how to cook something else".

-"Ok, kiddo. I need to tell you something. It's nothing bad, I'm just not sure if you are going to like it or not".

-"What is it? You are scaring me".

But their conversation got interrupted by the sound of a door opening from inside of the apartment. An unknown woman came out from one of the rooms half dressed, finishing putting on her clothes.

Becca's eyes went wide in surprise and she just put her head down not being sure of what to do. Jay instinctively walked to his sister's side. He kinda knew what was going on, but didn' know how to react with the little girl's presence.

-"Oh, good morning!" She said, -"You must be Jay, nice to meet you!".

-"Nice to meet you too". He said with a smirk and without even noticing he placed a hand on Becca's head so she wouldn't look up.

-"I'm so sorry. I didn't know your daughter was here. I should be going".

When she left, Jay took his hand off Becca, but she remained in the same position

-"O-K, that was weird. What's going on?"

Jay bit his lip before answering: -"Will is back to Chicago...".

Becca quickly raised her head with what looked like excitement, but Jay couldn't really interpret that reaction. He was a damn good detective, but most of the time it was hard to read his sister. In that exact moment, Will made his entrance. He was shirtless, puting on his pants.

-"And he's staying here...".

-"Pff, sorry about that!". He said laughing. When he was going to continue with his story, Jay gave him a sign to cut it off. He hadn't noticed their little sister's presence.

-"Oh! Becca? What are you doing here, girl?" He stroked her head not so carefully which made her pull a face. -"Shouldn't you be with dad?".

Jay was reclining on the table with his two arms outstretched, looking at his siblings reunited at his place.

-"Nice to see you too, Will". Once more, she was hard to read.

-"Why don't you go to get a shower? Get ready for school". Jay instructed. -"Breakfast will be ready when you come out again".

-"Why isn't she at her house? Shouldn't she be with dad?".

-"This is her house, Will...basically. She stays here during the weekends, that's granted. Sometimes on weekdays, but that's not usual".

-"Why?" Will asked strangely.

-"There are a lot of things you don't know. I'm glad you had fun yesterday, but as you can tell this can't happen anymore...well, at least not so often. I hadn't told you about Becca staying here from time to time, because there was no need. She called me last night and when I came back with her, it never crossed my mind that you had a hot chick in your room. It was late".

-"So...you are playing the dad role? Jay--".

-"Hey! We're not talking about this, you don't even have the right". -He stopped him. -"And put on some clothes, man. You are taking her to school today".

Thanks for reading. If you liked it, it would help my soul if you give it a like, comment or share 😌♡

[bingejesus]

SEASON 4 EPISODE 3 SPOILER REVIEW

The big one. Oh my goodness.

So obviously if you didn’t see it in theatres, and won’t be seeing it until it comes to streaming, then please please avoid reading this. I have tagged these reviews so hopefully no one who didn’t want to see this didn’t. So without further ado—

The episode opens up on King David begging God to spare his and Bathsheba’s son. After the child dies, the two of them are preparing for a dinner. Bathsheba is of course devastated and asks why God answers some prayers and not others, to which David says he doesn’t know. But he believes they will see their son again in death and they must trust the sovereignty of God.

This is where you’ll have to forgive me, a lot of it is fuzzy, but I will describe as best I can.

Quintus basically tells Gaius that he has to get things under control or he’ll be demoted. Gaius has obviously at this point shifted loyalties. He comes across Matthew and Gaius warns him to warn Jesus that he needs to lay low or things could escalate quickly.

Shmuel is being promoted to the Sanhedrin, but has doubts after talking and praying with Jesus. During the meeting an edict is given that Jesus is a wanted man for blasphemy and any knowledge of where he is should be turned over immediately. They want to expose and question him. An argument breaks out but Caiaphas steps in and says that Jesus is a threat and they must be willing to work with Rome for now to neutralize him. Shmuel says that he must find Jesus, presumably to warn him?

Yousef, we find out, is an honorary member of the Sanhedrin through his father and he decides he must travel to Jerusalem to see how he can stop them from finding and potentially harming Jesus and his disciples.

Thomas and Ramah have this beautiful scene where Thomas gives her a wedding gift which James and John helped him buy. It’s a sun dial, he says he’s always wanted to get it for her because time seemed to stop when he was with her. They say they have eternity together. It’s honestly such a romantic moment that made my heart flutter.

We get to see Peter and Matthew bonding!!! So sweet.

John and James talk to their parents and their mom Salome finds out about Peter’s new name and asks what her son’s new names and positions were. When she finds out they didn’t get any, she convinces them that they need to step up and ask for them because they’ve been with Jesus just as long as Peter has, they deserve it. Zebedee tries to talk them out of it but Salome says if they won’t do it then she will. They agree to say something after she convinces them.

Jesus and co head on out and meet up with Shula and Barnaby. Shula tells Jesus about her friend (Hezekiah?) who was born blind and is sitting outside the synagogue. Someone in the crowd asks who sinned that he was born blind and Jesus says it wasn’t because of sin, but that God’s work could be shown through him. He goes to him and tells Big James to get a bucket of water, while he mixes spit and mud and puts it over the man’s eyes, then tells him to wash it away with the water. When he does, he can see. There’s a celebratory moment as the man who asked Jesus the question gets a crowd to form and the Pharisees take note of this.

They bring in the man for questioning and when he says he thanks Jesus for healing him, Rabbi Akiva says to only praise God because Jesus is a sinner. To which the former blind man replies, “Whether he is a sinner, I don’t know…but what I do know is where I once was blind, now I see.” (The theatre audience clapped, including me) we see Jairus also be like ✊. The man and his parents are kicked out of the synagogue.

Akiva and another Pharisee go back outside to see Jesus preaching and accuse him of blasphemy and sinning. Jesus goes OFF on them and they argue back at him but he reads them for filth and when they’re like, “Take it back.” He goes, “I am just getting started.” And everyone in the theatre started hooting and hollering (including me because it was such a good moment) and that’s when the crowd starts getting riled up.

Surprise! Atticus is there and sees things heating up and turning into an almost riot. Surprise surprise! Gaius is also there and he tells Gaius to give Quintus the message that his career rides on what he does with this crowd. Gaius sends someone else to deliver the message and Quintus kinda snaps and heads into the crowd himself.

During the fray, people get trampled, things start heating up and the group gets kinda separated. Everyone starts crowding in on Jesus and Peter, Matthew, Zee, etc. start trying to help him escape. Quintus tells Gaius to arrest Jesus and Gaius REFUSES EVEN AFTER BEING THREATENED WITH ARREST. He is then taken into custody.

As things get worse, Thomas realizes that while everyone else was able to get out ok, Ramah is missing. He goes back and finds her and starts leading her away. Meanwhile, Quintus has been trampled, defied, and is losing his grip. He tries to regain some control by pulling out his sword and threatening everyone to stand back. Thomas, trying to get Ramah out of there, pushes past him.

In the heat of his rage, Quintus STABS RAMAH and Atticus pulls him away after he realizes what he’s done.

Jesus hears screaming which he recognizes and runs back to find the scene. Thomas begs him to heal her and Jesus says something interesting, “I love you, the Father loves you. It’s not her time, I’m sorry.”

Ramah dies in Thomas’ arms as he weeps.

OH BOY DO I HAVE THOUGHTS AND IDEAS AND THEORIES:

First, there is a livestream Dallas did about the subject and there’s such good discussion in there about it so I highly recommend it. There’s a spoiler free beginning and then full spoiler second half.

Second, JESUS’ WORDS ARE VERY INTERESTING HERE. “It’s not her time.” And even Dallas mentions this in the livestream. So I have a theory. In the Bible, it says that Jesus’ resurrection brought about resurrection of other various saints. Soooooo I’m thinking Ramah will be one of them which if I’m right I will scream in the theatre. Because those words, “It’s not her time,” were too specific to just be like—oh it’ll happen in heaven. I mean maybe that’s what he meant but 👀

If you too were affected by these first three episodes please feel free to come scream with me in my DMs. I’m seeing 4-6 this weekend May God have mercy on my soul.

[butchniqabi]

honestly a lot of altered carbon feels like theatre, the second season much more so than the first. in season one you had takeshi and rei (and quell, poe, and elizabeth) who knew they were in a greek tragedy and spoke and behaved accordingly, with tak soliloquizing multiple times per episode until it gets down to the wire at the end. others in season one were much less so, im thinking of ortega and elliot especially who despite being caught up in the drama of it all, dont recognize the theatre of it and i honestly think that has to do with age primarily. takeshi and rei are Old and know that the very nature of existence when you are that old and have that many experiences that life becomes a play, where the stakes are dramatized because youre desensitized to common acts of violence and betrayal. though not just age but experience, like with poe and lizzie, makes them recognize their places in the tragedy and how they function as moving parts within it.

and then the second season, everyone is speaking like its theatre. in part because many of them are meths and therefore old as hell, but also because it takes place on harlan's world and that planet is seeped in tragedy. it was founded on it. greek, roman tragedy. the whole second season is about how false everything about harlan's world is, and how its fakeness doesnt lessen any of the impact it has on life. everyone has Witnessed things, everyone has Experienced things, no one is free from the all encompassing devastation. even lila, a minor character and no more than maybe 30 years old, speaks in that sort of shakespearean cadence because she has witnessed horrors beyond what most can imagine and has prepared herself accordingly to one day be on the receiving end of them. its like somehow everyone just Knows that their life is a play and they are players within it. if you havent noticed ive been posting many many more quotes from season 2 compared to 1 because its like theyre embracing the theatricality of the functionally immortal half-life.

and then theres Quell! she is a warrior, a hero, a villan, a love interest, and a ghost. season 1 she functions primarily as an extension of takeshi's tortured psyche, but her own words are just as, if not more, poetic. she embraces her status as the Tragic Epic Hero and she performs. and she does it well, so well she can convince most people that shes just like that. but with takeshi that falls away a little bit, they speak to each other like lovers in a play but somehow its more grounded, less grand, more real.

anyways i could be COMPLETELY making this up but i noticed the difference in conversations and flow during this rewatch because of how quotable the second season is without losing any of its overall impact. anyways.

[bcatdfox]

The Road to 'Road to Kingdom 2: Electric Boogaloo' [RTK2 #1]

The time has come, my friends. 'Road to Kingdom 2' is coming, set to start airing in September (as far as I know, there's no specific date yet). At this point in time, I'm planning on watching the entire series and, after running a poll on my twitter, I will be (attempting) both livetweeting my reactions to the episodes, as well as posting full recaps and thought posts here on tumblr.

Why, you may ask? Well, first of all, I'm an absolute survival show junkie. I don't necessarily watch all of them (because there are so very many of them) but I try to watch as many as I can. Secondly, I am actively part of the performing arts community, from musical theatre to concert band to choir to dance to drama - and I enjoy engaging with things in that area. And thirdly, I'm very opinionated and I enjoy hearing myself talk, lol. So instead of terrorising my various group chats, I'm just going to get all my thoughts out there into the void.

Anyway, with that out of the way, here's what we know so far. Taemin is going to be the MC (so fun), and the official lineup of participating groups is Oneus, Cravity, Tempest, Younite, The New Six, 8TURN, and The CrewOne. Mnet have already announced that, unlike the first season of RTK, this season is no longer for smaller/unknown groups with no music show wins and will not be a precursor to 'Kingdom' proper; the prize for the winning group does not include a spot on that show, apparently. This show is effectively going to be a whole different show from the original RTK, just using the same name, which... why bother? Just give it a new name, then, instead of piggybacking off one of your existing IPs, Mnet. Removing the ticket onto Kingdom element thoroughly defeats the purpose of the show, in my opinion, but hey, since when has Mnet ever cared about doing stuff logically. I could say something about 'Build Up' and how that was handled both during and after the show, but I digress.

Due to it not being the same show as the original season, there's not a lot that can currently be predicted about how it might run, what sort of challenges the groups will face, or how any of the rounds will be conducted. The only thought I currently have is that an uneven number of groups (to me) is implying potential eliminations, which I'm not thrilled about. I'm still traumatised by Golden Child's elimination on the original season, and I'm not likely to be getting over that any time soon.

Now, onto the actual groups. I'm actively a fan of two of the groups (Cravity and Oneus), a casual listener of one other (Tempest), and am only tangentially aware of the other four groups. So, leading up to the start of the show, I'll be making a few intro posts to the groups with my first impressions and thoughts on them as they stand, to see if the competition affects those impressions (I could come out of this with a new stanlist...). If anyone has any MV recommendations for 8TURN, TNX, ATBO/Justb (The CrewOne), or Younite, please feel free to drop them here or reply to me on twitter or whatever.

Pre-voting opened today (July 22) and will run until 12:00pm KST on July 26. As far as we know, the group that wins the most votes during this time will receive some sort of benefit when the show starts. The groups also seem to have started preparing for the first round (most likely will be some sort of introductory performance) if the posts I've seen on SNS are anything to go by. If you want to join in the voting, you just need to download the Mnet Plus app and create an account.

I think that's all I have to say, I'll be back over the next few days as I get to know the rest of the groups on the show. For now, happy voting, and I'll see you all in September for the airing of the first episode!

[thestarlightsapphic]

Concert season is beginning for my choir and orchestra group!! We also will be driving up for recording next weekend to create two albums! Over the past three weeks, our group has learned over 20 songs and will be recording 10 of them over the course of 2 days!

I love the skills that I’ve gotten to learn over the years studying music and theatre. I’ve learned so much about preparation and how to manage a schedule of 10,000 things lol. I am consuming like, a crazy amount of music every year, and having a crazy short amount of time to prepare for performances, but that’s honestly very realistic for the industry.

For music when I’m in a chorus setting, I have a general rule of thumb that I will let myself be in the sheet music for THREE full runs, and after that, sheet music is down. Forcing myself out of the music is the absolute best thing I can do.

In theatre? I am typically coming to first day of rehearsal as memorized and as off-book as I can possibly be. Even in ensemble, I want to at least know the words, so in rehearsals, I can focus on nailing down my part.

The song I struggled the MOST with was written entirely in ELVISH and I swear to goddd, I only fought to earn the solo on that song because I knew I was hanging on by a thread during the chorus of the song lol.

[sheadre]

Phantom of the Opera (Anthony Bridgerton x Reader) Chapter Five

Summary: Lady (Name) Granville, daughter and only heir of Duke Granville just arrived back for this season from her tour in Europe. However, she came back to London with a secret. And it seems Anthony Bridgerton just found out that secret.

Word count: 2002

Warnings: fluff, romance, angst

Previous Chapter - Next Chapter

Anthony’s PoV.

The weather in London turned cold during the last few days and that meant nights grew even colder. Anthony should’ve switched his coat to a warmer one but with his mind filled with thoughts about Lady Granville, he forgot to do so. The Viscount sneezed as quietly as possible while standing in the shadows of his family’s box in the theatre. His eyes couldn’t leave her form as she was singing on the stage, all lights on her.

Anthony never really thought he would be so drawn to the opera but somehow it seemed he was meant to long after one of the singers be it Siena or Lady Granville. He watched her end her scene with a heavy heart before the curtains closed and the audience applauded her. He could see the glint in her eyes even from so far away, under that mask, her eyes were shining with happiness which made his chest tighten. Before he knew her, Anthony only thought it was a hobby for her but seeing her perform night after night, he knew it was a passion.

The play came to an end but Anthony didn’t wait for the applause to die down. He stepped out of the box and was about to leave the theatre when his eyes met fiery brown ones.

“I thought I was clear when I sent you away.” Siena spoke. The applause was still thundering as a storm as the two of them seemed to be stuck in time, staring at each other. Anthony swallowed and averted his gaze.

“You were.” he said softly. “I am not here to bother you.”

“You’re here for her.”

His heart skipped a beat both in shock and pain at the way hurt mixed with dejection in her voice. Did she still have a lingering fondness for him? Or was it just the miss of something she was used to? He shook his head in hope these thoughts would leave him.

“Yes.”

It was surprising to hear his own voice sound so sure.

“She is risking a scandal, please stop it before it is too late.” Siena sighed and left him in the storm of the satisfied audience.

As Anthony made his way home, he kept thinking about what Siena said. Siena always held the theatre close to her heart and he knew she had a reason to be afraid of a scandal. If people stopped coming to watch opera, her everyday income would be at risk. But Lady Granville was just as enamoured with opera as Siena was. Her beautiful face lit up whenever she spotted the theatre and her performance was executed so well that it left others in the shadows.

For days, Anthony kept thinking about Lady Granville and when the invitation came from Lord Drummond for the upcoming wild game hunting he was organising for his fiftieth birthday, he finally had the best opportunity to have some time to talk to her.

Your PoV.

The weather seemed to be warmer compared to usual. It should’ve been colder but you could wear a short sleeved dress that day. You never particularly liked these wild game hunts but it was fun to laugh at the men trying to reassure each other about their masculinity. You looked over all the gentlemen, preparing for the hunt as you sat with Daphne and Eloise Bridgerton. The three of you were playing some card game when the Duke of Hastings approached you. He put a gentle hand on his wife’s shoulder, his lips pulled into a small smile.

“Are you enjoying the afternoon?” he asked.

“Yes, dear.” Daphne touched his hand on her shoulder as she turned back to him. “However, I am not so sure that Anthony is enjoying it as well.”

“He keeps complaining about everything.” Simon rolled his eyes then they landed on your form. “I bet it is only because Lady Granville chose to dance with everyone else but him.”

“A lady has to be careful, my lord.” you smiled wryly. “Once a rake, always a rake.”

“As Anthony would put it, ‘reformed’ rake.” Simon chuckled then said his goodbyes and left with the rest of the men. You couldn’t help but search for Anthony in the crowd. It was easier though than you thought it would be. His eyes immediately locked with yours, his gaze burning through your skull.

“It seems Lady Granville you’re not as careful as you said a lady should be.” Daphne quipped. “Even though you do not trust my brother, I can reassure you that Anthony is not as bad as he seems.”

“Maybe-”

“Excuse me, Duchess Granville, Duchess Basset, Miss Bridgerton, it seems I have arrived late to join in on the hunting. May I join you with my mother and sister?”

The man who approached you from behind had a deep silky voice, it almost felt like your ears were caressed by soft velvet. You turned your attention to the man who cast a shadow over your sitting form. His light brown hair was cut short, a few strands poking out from under his hat. His shoulders were wide but you were certain that the cut of his coat was helping with it a little. What shocked you was how tall he was. His legs seemed to stretch for miles.

Behind him, a small, petite girl stood around the age of Francesca. Her almost white blonde hair was pulled up in a bun, her dress had a shocking amount of ruffles. She looked a little bit scared like she never attended a social gathering. Their mother who was holding her hand was a frail middle aged lady with darker blonde hair and a few wrinkles. Her blue eyes were almost grey and her lips pulled into a small, polite smile.

“May we ask your name, my lord?” Daphne spoke up. She seemed to shift to a wife and mother when she needed to show her authority.

“Ah, forgive me for my bluntness!” the man smiled before taking off his hat and bowing a little. “My name is Vincent de Trafford. After my father died I had to return to England from overseas, unfortunately, this occasion was the first I could attend.”

“It is nice meeting you and your family, my lord.” Daphne smiled politely but she seemed to be uneasy as she looked back at him. You watched her frozen movements and strained smile as she let him kiss her knuckles. “Ladies, let us make some room for our new guests.”

You and Eloise stood and moved your chairs a little so the three newcomers could join. Daphne was about to move over to your side so the three of you would face the three of them but Lord Trafford was quicker and already stepped to your side with a charming smile plastered on his handsome face.

“May I sit by your side, your grace?” he asked. Your eyes widened at the direct approach but it would’ve been rude to say no. You felt all the others’ gazes on your form so you pulled up a small smile on your face and nodded.

“Of course, my lord.”

At first the conversation was quite awkward but you soon found yourself in a deep conversation with the lord. Daphne tried to quip in here and there but the lord kept turning back the attention on you. You only noticed that the hunt was over when the Bridgerton brothers approached your table.

“Lady Granville it would be an honour if-”

“It is an honour to even talk to her grace, Lord…?” Anthony spoke up behind you, making you jump.

Lord Trafford looked up with a cold smile on his face before he stood to his feet and stretched out a hand to Anthony. The air seemed to freeze, everyone around you held their breath.

“Lord Bridgerton I assume.” Trafford said with a sickly sweet voice. “I have heard about you quite a lot already. Let me introduce myself, Vincent de Trafford, nice to finally meet you.”

“I cannot say the same, Lord Trafford. I haven’t heard about you at all.” Anthony glared back at the man. You watched silently as they clenched each other’s hand in a death grip while they were still shaking hands.

“Ah, there you are, my dear!” Lady Danbury spoke up suddenly with a strange cheerfulness. “Come with me for a second!”

With that, she grabbed you and pulled you out of that little circle. You walked on her side silently for a while until you two were out of earshot. Once you were all alone, she stopped and turned to you with a serious expression.

“(Name), I do not approve of Lord Trafford’s advances on you.” she said. “Believe me when I say that you should not trust him.”

“I didn’t mean to be so close with him. It just happened and-”

“Because he made it happen. That man is dangerous, stay away from him.” she shook her head before glancing back at the guests.

“Why do you think that, Lady Danbury?” you frowned. Was this man really dangerous? Couldn’t it be that he just wanted to fit in? Lord Trafford was handsome and was easy to talk to. He seemed to be genuinely interested in you. Maybe he was just a little misunderstood.

“I am way too old to not know when someone is not who they seem to be.” Lady Danbury replied then sighed. “Let’s get back to the party, they will be suspicious if we stay away for too long.”

“Haha, you still hate the way people like to gossip.” you chuckled lightly as you followed her back to the crowd.

Later ~

Lord Drummond was a generous host; it was clear from all the exquisite dishes and exotic fruits brought to the table by the staff. You sat on Lady Danbury’s side the whole time at the dining hall and tried to avoid meeting anyone’s eyes, especially two gazes following your every move. You sipped on your wine with trembling fingers holding onto the glass tightly when Lord Bridgerton seemed to have lost his patience and leaned forward across from you to your right.

“Lady Granville, I’m glad you could join us today. It was strange not seeing you at the latest ball.” Anthony spoke. You lifted your gaze at him and you knew you just made a mistake when your heart seemed to skip a beat at the sight. You haven’t seen him this close since you told him to stay away from you last time. It has been a month if you were correct but it felt way longer than that. Anthony’s brown eyes were boring into yours as he kept his gaze locked with yours, his lips pulled into a satisfied smile at successfully gaining your attention.

“I am allowed to fall ill sometimes, am I not?” you smiled politely. “Lord Bridgerton, was the hunting successful? Have you caught anything?”

“Only a pheasant but I have to admit I was not as enthusiastic about it as others.”

You lifted an inquiring eyebrow, prompting him to continue.

“Sometimes we have the mood to play and sometimes we don’t.” he shrugged. “This time my mind was elsewhere.”

“You sound like you want to be asked where your mind was, Lord Bridgerton.” Lady Danbury quipped mischievously. Her eyes shimmered with a knowing look as she averted her gaze back to her plate and put a small piece of meat in her mouth.

“At the right time, from the right person, Lady Danbury.” Anthony smiled confidently at you then turned to another lord and started a conversation about some financials. You shot glances at him throughout the night, trying to figure out what was going on with not only him but you. Why couldn’t you move on? Why couldn’t you get him out of your mind? Why was it so easy for him to fill your heart and mind after only just a look, a smile, a word?

To be continued…

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[enigmaticdiary]

episode 14

I dont have a lot of thoughts right now if im being honest because I'm still. frankly in shock about everything that occured in that episode. Just want to get these out while Im still awake and still feel this all extremely fresh. This isn't an episode analysis or anything. Just my feelings.

My feelings, right now. um. I won't say catatonic because I have gripped desperately onto my will to continue functioning but I certainly feel close to it. Felt far closer to that right after the episode ended (25 minutes ago as of me typing this sentence).

Is it embarrassing to admit that this episode left me like... physically affected? beyond crying and heart hurting. Like. I felt physically Numb. I still kind of do. Like i got ejected out of my body and i didn't realize it until I made the move to get out of my chair. I don't want to get into that further. But aside from that, i cried too. More than I thought i might.

I dont really cry at stuff! I haven't cried this season at all. (Edit: Sorry I lied i absolutely have cried this season. During ep 10 i believe) I think I cried once when I was watching season 1. I cried once while reading tvl. Like a single tear each, probably. I get really upset and emotionally invested when I'm engaged with things but I don't... cry. I was on the verge of tears for most of the episode if I'm being honest, but once claudia spoke up after Lestat's apology, the first tear fell.. And I kept crying until the end of the episode.

I was fucking mad. I was real fuckin mad. And thinking about it all is making me really mad again. It was hard for me to not feel like i was also up there on the stage with them. The psin of the trial hits differently when you're a black viewer. That shit was racist. to the core. Up and down fuckin racism and i was seething through the whole thing watching this. Essentially public lynching. I'm crying again!

I can't even think about it all clearly it's all so much to think about and trying to put my thoughts together so soon after the episode is making me confused because all my thoughts are just flooded with how horrifically angry i am.

It's a show yeah and I'm always embarrassed to be upfront with how deeply fiction can impact me but when claudia and madeleine died. I didn't feel like i was sitting in my chair in my room watching an episode of a tv show. i felt like i was in that theatre, helpless, watching a part of me die up there!!! it feels like something died in me!! and it's so fucked up because I knew what was coming i was preparing myself the whole season and i feel like me trying to brace myself just made it all the worse because there was no way I would have ever come out of this episode feeling any different to how i currently do. blind, unbraced, it don't matter.

God fuck this show, man

[aeoki]

Blackjack - Santa Will Not Come: Chapter 7

Location: Yumenosaki Student Council Room Characters: Shinobu & Souma Season: Autumn

TL Note:

The term Souma uses to describe Hitsugi is derived from Kabuki theatre and refers to the role of a comedic character/clown.

Souma: …On another note, Sengoku, did you say something when you entered the room?

Shinobu: Ah! Yeah, I did – there was something I wanted to ask the third-years ~de gozaru!

I don’t remember if you’re in the same class as him, but there is someone called Mayoi Ayase-dono amongst the third-years, right?

Souma: Indeed, there is. That suspicious-looking fellow… He is in the same Ninja Association as you, correct?

Shinobu: Yeah ~de gozaru! As a ninja, he is my only companion!

Souma: Did that fellow do something? Come to think of it, I have not seen him around lately…

I do not know why, but Ayase-dono tends to hide underneath the floorboards or in the ceiling, so I do not particularly pay attention to him even if he is not within my sights.

Shinobu: Well, Mayoi Ayase-dono is missing~!

Souma: What? Is that true?

Shinobu: Uuu… I was thinking about my performance for “Star Fest” and I came up with something Mayoi-dono would be happy with, so I wanted to show him.

But he wasn’t in his classroom and I couldn’t get a hold of him on “Hallhands”, either ~de gozaru.

Souma: How peculiar… That has been happening frequently as of late.

It was on my mind so I inquired Anzu-dono, who seemed a little strange, about it yesterday, but it appears the “purodusa” called Kurone is also missing.

Shinobu: It seems so ~de gozaru… Anzu-dono looks as if she’s a little distressed – I think that’s why she’s had that gloomy look on her face.

Kurone-dono is someone who’s terribly cheerful, so he must have really brightened up Anzu-dono.

Souma: Right. They are the sort of people who “set the mood” – these clowns[⁎] are surprisingly supporting a lot more people than I had thought.

Shinobu: Uuu, that was the position we “RYUUSEITAI” were originally supposed to have.

I should be worrying more about Mayoi-dono than “RYUUSEITAI” right now ~de gozaru. He would always mutter things a shut-in would say, but don’t tell me he’s stopped coming to school again…?

Souma: Who knows?

One can gain academic credits if they conduct their “aidoru” activities at ES now, so there has been an increase in the number of students not attending school.

I say that but I, too, have not attended school for most of the first six months of this year.

The teachers have also become accustomed to seeing absent students, so it does not seem as though that bothers them, either.

Shinobu: Uuu~... Since a lot of things changed because of ES, it feels like it’s causing a lot of adverse effects. I figured I’d get used to it soon enough, though.

Souma: Hmm. Have you inquired Ayase-dono’s unit, “arukaroido”?

Based on recent events, I would think you would be more successful in finding him during his “aidoru” activities as opposed to at school.

Yumenosaki is no longer our central point of activity – for better or worse.

Shinobu: You’re right ~de gozaru… But I’ve never really spoken to any of the other “ALKALOID” members before.

Come to think of it, Tetora-kun is in the same club as Hiiro-kun and they seem to get along quite well… It kind of feels as though it’s getting harder and harder to speak with the others in “RYUUSEITAI” recently.

This isn’t good ~de gozaru. But uuu~ I’m usually a shy and timid person.

Souma: I understand how it can feel awkward. I, too, felt awkward with Hasumi-dono and Kiryuu-dono during “Battle of the Sea God” and required some time to prepare myself before appearing before them.

Nevertheless, someone who usually disappears has truly disappeared – This should not be the time to be saying such weak-hearted things.

If it is difficult for you to call them, then shall I be the one to do it?

Shinobu: Hmm… No, on second thought, I’ll call them ~de gozaru.

I shouldn’t run away. I shouldn’t run away. I shouldn’t run away.

Souma: Hehe. Ninjas usually want to run away, do they not?

Shinobu: –Hello, Tetora-kun? Ah, yeah, umm… there’s something I want du ash yew!

I messed up!

Souma: Haha. It seems things will be quite busy from now on… Perhaps it is due to a festival approaching.

There is “SS” as well. I suppose the wish I had for wanting to spend the New Year in peace will not come true… Oh dear, oh dear.

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[silverjirachi]

pssst pssst pssst come here all my high school and college students and young adults and basically everyone trying to figure out their lives let me explain to you a secret thing nobody tells you to consider when planning your life:

Location and Lifestyle.

What do I mean by this?

Well, you see my friends, throughout your early life, everyone only asks you what? What are you going to be studying? What would you like to do for a living? What would you like to be when you grow up?

And full offense, while this is a very important question to be answered, I think it is a question that needs to rely a lot more on the answers to other questions as well.

Through my life, no one asked me how I wanted to live. Who I wanted to live around. Where I wanted to be. And this led to me having a very clear vision of What I wanted to be, (theoretically, though, now that I’ve been considering more the other questions, this is coming under scrutiny) it left me feeling unfulfilled and at a loss for everything else.

So, from one person trying to figure their shit out to another, if you find yourself in a time where you and everyone else are asking “What,” please also consider:

where you want to do it

who you want to be around

how you want to live

And how your “what” will affect and be affected by all of that.

Let me give you an example.

From a very young age I had a very clear notion that I either wanted to be a writer or a performer. I went to school for theatre because I thought it would be easier to weave writing into a theatre career rather than the other way around. And that all went very well! I genuinely enjoyed going to school for theatre and don’t regret my chosen career field.

However.

Even during my education, no one prepared me for the other realities that my “what” would entail. I knew about the shit pay and that didn’t deter me. But theatre artists are also freelancers. Independent contractors. Every month or every season they must constantly be looking to secure and book new jobs because they generally do not have one, steady place that money is flowing from all year. And conceptually, I understood this, but no one ever really encouraged me to sit down and think, “Yes, it’s what I want to do, but is that how I’d like to live?”

So I entered adulthood and entered freelance, independent contractor land. And while I was doing what I wanted to do, I fucking hated it. God, did I hate it. Why? Because I realized freelancing is not the way I wanted to live. And there is a whole other discussion to be had about the gig economy and the cost of living and what have you, but that’s tangential to what I’m talking about right now. I started the #giglife and realized that I absolutely could not stand the constant pressure to get myself seen, constant need to submit to opportunities, and constant uncertainty on where money was coming from. The constant balancing of multiple schedules. The constant juggling of previous commitments and missed opportunities. The constant holding of multiple jobs at once. And let me be clear that this is not the case for all people. While there are a lot of issues with the system, I do know people who genuinely enjoy freelancing and building their own career path. But I hated it. So if you find yourself in freelancing and find that you absolutely hate it, freelancing is not for you. At least, not full time.

And when I realized I hated it, I had to sit down and have a conversation with myself. Yes, this is what I want to do, but it is not how I wanted to live. And so I changed strategies. I applied to full time, 35 to 40-hour a week jobs still in the artistic field, but not in jobs that would require me to keep freelancing. And after months, I finally got one. And let me tell you, my life changed for the better.

I am happier. Calmer. I can visualize myself sustaining this lifestyle. And it helps that my bosses are also theatre artists and the generally coolest and most chill people ever, but the difference is astounding. Now that I’ve considered my own lifestyle needs, I am beginning to restructure and restrategize how I am going to do the rest of the “what” I’d like to do.

And you might consider your lifestyle and realize you actually hate your what and that’s okay too! And who knows, I might change my mind later, but I absolutely do not at all regret changing my strategy and even changing my “what” to a degree just to better align myself with the lifestyle I need.

But please don’t only think of the doing of things in your life. Please also consider the living of it.

I add location in here too because you should also consider things like if you’d like to live in a rural area or a city, how close you’d like to be to family, etc. The career opportunities in the area you choose. Because location also does make a huge difference. It’s similar to lifestyle as it does impact it but also distinct enough to warrant being mentioned on its own.

Either way, please don’t just consider what you’d like to do. Consider how what you will do will directly impact the way you then will be living your day to day life.

[sifasdt]

SIFAS Daily Theatre Classic: 2020-02-22

(Transcription after the break.)

[Image transcription:]

SIFAS Daily Theatre for 2020-02-22

Mikan Preparation

Ruby: Chika-chan, don't you think you're eating too many mikan? You: Ruby-chan, you're over worrying. No matter how many Chika-chan.... eh, Wha---!? Wh-, when did you eat that many!? Chika: Hmm-? Ruby: One, two, three, four.... five You: You ate 5, are you okay!? Chika: I'm fine, I'm fine. Mikan is full of vitamins, it's an essential food for your health Ruby: Even if you say that, I don't think eating that many is good.... Chika: That's not true, Ruby-chan. It's fine.... Because! Winter is Mikan's season!! When you eat that season's food it's soooooo good for your body! You get so much more energy compared to when you eat it during summer! With that said, you two should also eat. Let's enjoy today's live to the fullest with mikan power! You: Hmm~.... Alright then, I'll eat! Chika-chan, give me one! Ruby: Yo-, You-chan, please also be careful not to eat too much~!

[End transcription.]

[shwoo]

I guess today is the 20th anniversary of the Canberra bushfires. I... remember that. It was a Saturday, so I had a recorder lesson that morning in Kambah. I remember looking at the big grey cloud of smoke behind... Mount Urambi I guess? I didn't know what the hill I saw was called, but Mount Urambi's in the right direction.

I knew there'd been fires burning for a while, but I think that was the first time I'd actually seen any sign of them. No official warnings, though. So later that day, we went to the cinema in Civic to see Spy Kids 2. Maybe to take advantage of the cinema's air conditioning? It was a very hot day, maybe as hot as it ever got here in the 2000s (40°C/104°F). I remember that summer was so hot that that I only wore closed-in shoes once over the entire school holidays.

Once we came out of the movie, a theatre employee said something to me that I immediately forgot before I could even absorb what they'd said. Unrelatedly, I didn't get a full ADHD diagnosis until last year. Anyway, I'd guess that it was related to the state of emergency that had been declared while the movie was playing.

When we got outside, the sky was red, and there was a hot wind blowing. I hadn't even known wind could be hot. We got in the car back home, and both my sister and I remember seeing fires burning on Mount Taylor, although according to the timelines I'd seen, it hadn't reached there yet. We stopped at the shops, and it was dark, and the sky was black and raining ash. The emergency warning sound on the radio sounded like it was part of a joke.

I don't remember if I helped with preparations in case the bushfire reached us when we got home, other than reading from a book I had on bushfire preparedness. I hope I did. I know I was way calmer and more capable than usual. I did change into covered shoes, though. I remember that part.

My other memories of that day are of standing in the backyard and looking around, calling a friend (Actually a "friend", but the details aren't relevant here) who turned out to have lost power even though she lived fairly close by, and watching a DVD of... Dad's Army for some reason? My parents like that show, I think.

I think the state of emergency where we lived was lifted before the end of the day, maybe because of the cool change I hear happened in the evening. I remember waking up the next day and immediately asking if the fires were out. They weren't, but the danger wasn't as immediate anymore.

Meanwhile, in places that the fire did reach, five hundred homes were destroyed, and four people died. The water treatment plant in the north also got hit, and for days afterwards we had to limit how much stuff we could pour down the drain, so the water treatment plant didn't overflow and release raw sewerage into the Murrumbidgee to eventually end up in Adelaide. Or that's what I remember being told, anyway. There was also smoke everywhere for days, making everything look yellow. From what I've read, I guess the fires were out by Tuesday? I don't remember.

In early 2020 there was an out-of-control fire not that far from here. You could see it burning in the hills from the south side, and it was responsible for the first state of emergency in the ACT since 2003, although it didn't get close enough to do any damage. The supermarkets all ran out of bottled water, for reasons relating to all that stuff I just said. This was right near the end of the worst of that bushfire season as well, where basically the entire southeast coast burnt down.

Oh, here's a fact that's sort of fun and only tangentially related to stuff you could describe with words like "collective" and "trauma"! The first documented fire tornado was recorded during the 2003 Canberra bushfires! I think they'd been reported before, but this was the first verified one that was definitely a tornado. And although the concept of a tornado of fire is horrifying, it does help to know that they can happen and how they work. And this one thankfully seems to have mostly gone through the naturey area between Tuggeranong and Weston Creek, instead of much over people's houses.