#dammen

[mythrae]

Invisible String

Part One: Time, Curious Time

Summary: Divya is surprised to see Dammon at the tiefling party, he’s surprised she’s even speaking to her at all. And they're both surprised they have feelings for each other.

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: 18+ (minors do not interact), things get a bit frisky, slight blood mention, otherwise just fluffy (Dammon understands consent!)

Author’s Notes:

Divya (pronounced Dih-vee-yah) is a Zariel tiefling monk. She’s also pictured below until I can find a better pic of them together.

The work title is based on the Chinese legend of the Red Thread of Fate, that there is an invisible red cord around the finger of those that are destined to meet one another, regardless of place, time, or circumstance. The magical cord may stretch or tangle, but cannot break.

Thought it was interesting how we interact with Dammon in all three acts of BG3, almost as if it was fate that brought us together 👀 so enjoy. This man needs some lovin’ and I’m gonna give it to him whether you like it or not!

Read it here on ao3 :)

“Looks like you’ve saved us once again, our noble hero.”

Dammon raised a chalice from his place at the campfire, cheering to Divya and her party on a job well done. It was no easy feat infiltrating to goblin camp and taking down its leaders, but with the fearless tiefling monk as their figurehead, anything was possible.

To celebrate their triumphant success, Zevlor had wanted to throw a proper party back at their camp, and invited all the tiefling refugees to join in on the fun. They knew there was still trouble ahead as they made the dangerous trek to Baldur’s Gate. But for now, they drank, they danced, they reveled in their own company.

They’re anticipated darker days ahead once they left the grove. But for the first time in a long time, the tieflings felt a sense of peace.

“I know I would have loved to see you take those goblins down.” He continued, “especially only using your fists. It’s remarkable what you can do without a weapon, you know.”

“Ah, thank you, Dammon.” She replied, taking a seat in the spot next to him, leaning back against the boulder behind her. “Hopefully things stay quiet for now, though, and we don’t have to battle any more goblins off. I’ve had enough adventure to tire me out for a lifetime.”

“Agreed.” He said, swiveling his red wine in his hand before taking a languid sip.

Divya looked out at the rest of the party-goers. Rolan was showing a few new tricks to Cal and Lia, Alfira was performing her newest song in dedication to Lihara, and she spied Lakrissa getting a little friendly with one of her own party members. There were a few that chose to simply watch, but everyone was smiling, happy for the first time in a long time.

“Seems most everyone’s having themselves a good time tonight. Are you?” She turned to face Dammon, his gaze watching the flames flicker in the air.

He grinned. “Hm, well now I am.”

In that moment, she thanked the Gods it was dark enough that he couldn't see her blush.

“Y’know, I’m not really one to attend gatherings like this.” He continued. “I usually like to keep to myself, if you couldn’t tell. But, well…”

He didn’t even think he’d get the chance to speak to her tonight. With how popular she had become amongst the tieflings in the grove, there wasn’t anybody who didn’t want to speak to her, to sing her praises, for giving them a second chance at life after the fall of Elturel.

Yet, here she was, sitting next to him by the fire, a smile creeping across her face as she pulled her chalice away from her lips. Full, plump, a deep maroon…

Dammon couldn’t help but wonder what her lips tasted like.

“… I wanted to see you again, before we left for Baldur’s Gate.” He finished, his eyes still gazing into the fire.

“Oh, really? And why’s that?” She playfully nudged him with her shoulder.

Though he tried to play it cool, he was burning redder than all of the Nine Hells combined.

“I’ll just... miss seeing you around the grove.” He confessed, “You have a face that few could forget.”

She chucked a bit to herself, “Funny, I was going to say the same thing about you.”

She had definitely drank a little more than her usual fill of wine tonight, giving her some more confidence than she usually had. Plus, she knew he hadn’t seen her in her usual camp attire, which was a bit more revealing than what she usually wore. Seeing the way his eyes gazed upon her form made her want to be more bold, more forward with him. There were many things she wanted to say to the infernal mechanic right now, but she knew if her tongue slipped too much, she’d regret them in the morning.

She sensed Dammon move a bit closer to her, his fingers accidentally brushing against her hand.

“Ah, I’m sorry about that…”

“Don’t be.”

She took his hand in her own, gently rubbing his worn, dry knuckles with the soft pad of her thumb.

“I don’t mind it a bit.”

For a moment, Divya and Dammon locked eyes. His piercing blue gaze, glowing with Hellfire, felt as if it was cutting right through her skin, staring deep into her soul. The warmth in his smile made her heart nearly jump out of her chest — if she didn’t calm down, she just might burst. It felt weirdly intimate, for him to look at her this way. Like they were soulmates who had fallen in love ages ago, raised a family together, and intended to spend the rest of their days as each other’s lover, no matter where life took them.

Something about him felt… right.

But the moment was over as quickly as it started.

“Oi, Div!” She heard her fiery tiefling friend shout, startling them both, “You two should kiss!”

Divya’s hand moved from Dammon’s as her eyes darted over the roaring campfire. Above the flickering flames, she saw Karlach, joined at her tent by Wyll and Astarion. They were watching quite attentively, waiting to see who would make the first move.

“Gods above…” she muttered, her tail twitching in embarrassment. “Have you been watching us this whole time?”

“We’ve been watching for long enough,” Astarion chimes in. “But we want to see some action, darling! Put on a show for us!”

Chucking a bit, Dammon played along with the pale elf. “Hey now, we can’t get too hot and heavy out in the open, or else Karlach’s engine might explode!”

Gods, help me...

“Please excuse my companions here,” Wyll calls out, placing his hands on Astarion’s shoulders. “They’ve had a few too many tonight. I think it’s time to get them some rest.”

“What are you talking about?” Astarion retorted, shrugging off the warlock’s touch, “I haven’t even had anything to drink yet!”

Dammon laughed as he sipped the last few drops of his wine. “They seem like a wild lot.”

“You don’t even want to know the half of it.”

He looked up at the twinkling night sky, the full moon rising higher and higher above camp. “Seems it is getting a bit late, though.”

“Sad, isn’t it? We haven’t had a single moment to ourselves.” She tutted, taking another sip from her chalice.

“Well, I’m happy to share any moment with you.”

“Really?”

“I wouldn’t say it if it wasn’t true.”

“Well…” she hesitated, realizing what she was about to ask him before actually saying it aloud. It had been a long time since she had been with anyone, in that sort of sense. Especially since Elturel had fallen, and her whole life got turned upside down.

But the way Dammon looked at her — Gods, the way she felt herself melt under his gaze — made her feel excited, anxious, and lustful, all at once.

“… if you’d like, you can come back to my tent later, once things have settled down a bit.”

She couldn’t take the words back know, she just had to hope that he was feeling the same way about her.

“I’d love to.” He says, giving her a wink before standing up. “I’ll see you in a bit.”

***

Divya was usually calm and collected while in battle. Escaping the Nautiloud? Easy. Fighting off hoards of goblins? Not a problem.

But right now, for the first time in a long time, she was anxious.

When was the last time she shared a bed with another? Sure, she’s had a few partners that got so lucky, but she had known these people more than a tenday. Sure, she felt close to the handsome tiefling, but there was so much she didn't know about him. What if he tried to slit her throat in the middle of the night?

She was already feeling nervous about him visiting her tent tonight. But she was also worried about him not showing up at all.

Rejection from anyone feels awful. She's dealt with it, she's also given it. Hells, she had to reject Gale's advances just the other day. But a rejection from Dammon would hurt worse than getting a stake jabbed through her heart.

Luckily, she didn't have to wait long. As soon as that thought crossed her mind, she heard the rustle of grass further out in the trees, then the light tapping of footsteps in the dirt of their camp. Soft, as if not to disturb the others. The sounds came closer and closer to her tent, until she saw a familiar shape standing at the entrance.

“Div?” Dammon whispered, “Are you awake?”

She opened the flap to her tent, her nerves rising as she saw him actually coming to see her. He has changed from his apron into a much more comfortable shirt and pair of trousers, which clung to his body in all the right places. He wasn’t even wearing his green scarf, her cheeks warm from seeing his chest peeking through the neckline of his shirt…

“Dammon!” She said softly, unable to hide the excitement in her voice. “I’m surprised you actually came.”

“And miss out on seeing your beautiful face again?” He replied, dipping his head into the entrance of the tent as he sat across from her. “Not a chance.”

“Beautiful?” She nearly laughed out loud, “I don’t think anyone has ever called me beautiful after defeating an entire goblin camp before.”

“I s’pose there’s a first time for everything.” He smiled, reaching and cupping her face with his hands. His hands were rough, cracked from years spent working in the forge, but his touch was delicate, soft, like he didn’t want to break her.

Holding Divya’s face so close to his own, Dammon never noticed how many freckles she had, sprinkled across her cheeks like the stars above. He saw her spots where her skin lost its pigmentation, no doubt a bit of an insecurity of hers. Her septum piercing, one that he didn't see too often among other tieflings. And her eyes, that didn’t have the same Hellfire glow that many of their had, but glowed in their own way…

All of it made her who she is. And he thought everything about her was beautiful.

When he kissed her for the first time, he was gentle, careful, as if he could make her fall to pieces if he did too much, too soon. Her lips tasted like the wine she was sipping on through the night — red, rich, with a just hint of sweetness.

Absolutely delicious.

When she kissed him back, he craved her more, wanting to get drunk off her lips alone. Caution was thrown to the wayside as their kiss went deeper and deeper, as one of his hands moved to the nape of her neck and the other at her waist. Gods, the way the soft skin of her body felt under his touch nearly made him melt. It tugged at his loins so greatly, he was almost ready to burst.

Divya pulled on Dammon’s shirt collar, as if begging him to give her more. He obliged, shifting their bodies so she laid on her back and he was mounted over her. He broke the kiss to plant extra pecks along her jawline, her neck, until he bit her — hard, hearing her yelp in delight.

“Nine Hells, I could listen to that sound all day.”

His hot, wet tongue lapped at the broken skin, cleaning up the little drops of blood seeping from her wound.

“That is, as long as I’m the one making you sound like that.”

He moved up to kiss her lips once more, his hunger growing by the moment. She could sense his hands setting themselves at her waist as his lower body pressed into hers. Her breath hitched as she felt that his desire had grown for her, rather large and intimidating. One of his hands slid itself under her top, fondling the swell of her breast…

Stop, her mind interrupted her train of thought, her eyes going wide with panic, you’re not ready for this yet.

As much as her body had told her to give herself to him tonight, her mind was begging her to slow things down.

It wasn’t that she had a bad feeling about the infernal mechanic on top of her, not at all. But in her heart, she wasn't ready for this kind of divine intimacy, for their two bodies to quite literally become one. With him, she wanted to take her time.

She had real feelings for him. And over time, as long as they stayed alive, she wanted something real between them.

“Ah, Dammon…” she breaks their kiss, taking a moment to catch her breath.

“Yes, dear?”

“Can we… can we take this a bit slower, please?” She turned away from him, feeling embarrassed for interrupting him so quickly, “I’m, ah...”

“Are you okay?”

Her head spun back to look at his face, eyes glowing like baby blue stars in the midnight sky.

Fuck, he’s so handsome.

“I’m okay, promise. I just might… not be ready for all this right now.”

In the past, if she told someone she wasn’t ready to spend a night like that with them, they would usually get angry with her, sometimes even storming away like a child throwing a tantrum. It was something she was used to by now, with long term partners and late night trysts alike.

But Dammon? He was different.

“I understand, trust me.” He replied, shifting his weight back to give her some space to breathe. “Do you… want me to stay with you?”

She sat up in her bedroll, reaching to hold his hands in her own. “I do, please. I don’t know when I’ll see you again.”

“Oh, it’ll be sooner than you know it, I’m sure.” He smiled, kissing the back of each of her hands.

“I hope so,” she sighed. “Um, can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

“Can… can you just hold me?” she asked sheepishly.

“Your wish is my command.”

Divya shifted in her bedroll, giving Dammon space to lie on his back. As he settled himself on the wool blanket, she rolled to her side, resting her head on his strong, sturdy chest. His arm wrapped around her shoulders, pulling the two of them close together, keeping them warm as a cool breeze blew through their camp.

“Mmm, this feels nice,” she whispered.

“Haven’t had a good night’s rest in a while?”

“Oh, are you kidding? With this bunch? Definitely not!”

She shared with him stories of their journey so far — infiltrating a dungeon of massive spiders, meeting a devil (hells, multiple devils, actually), running into a bugbear rutting an ogre, and even taking down a hag in her own lair.

“We also met this mummy in a crypt named Withers who stays with us in camp,” she continued, “and I think he actually might be a God!”

“You don’t say?” He replied, nearly in disbelief. “Seems like you’ve got quite the party to share your travels with.”

“They sure are… different, but they’re great companions.” She concluded. “Say, have you done a lot of adventuring? At least, before Elturel fell.”

“Can’t say I have, honestly.” He answered. “I’ve spent most of my years working in the forge, getting better and better at my craft.”

“And it’s definitely paid off,” she said, “My colleagues have enjoyed using the weapons you’ve made for us.”

“Really? Well, that’s a surprise, considering the state of my shop.”

“Didn’t you mention having to work with wooden tools?”

“Yes, Gods yes! I don’t know what those damned druid’s were thinking.”

Dammon shared how he had to scavenge for metal, pilfering through the corpses of dead goblins to bring to his little forge. How the forge couldn’t get as hot as he wanted it to be, so he worried that the quality of his weapons he made had declined. And how the elderly human across the way, Auntie Ethel, had made odd passes at him and offered to give him as much metal he would ever want — until one day, she vanished, never stepping foot back in the grove.

As he drabbled on about his time in the grove, he realized that the female tiefling had fallen silent. Turning his head, he saw she was fast asleep in his arms.

Beautiful, even as she sleeps.

“Sleep well, Divya.” He whispers, his lips brushing the tip of her nose as he kissed her one last time before he dozed off.

***

Dammon woke up before the sun has crept over the horizon. As he slowly gained consciousness, he realized that in the night, the two had shifted positions — her back was pressed into his chest, his arm wrapped around her, fingers intertwined. Looking down, he also noticed the tips of their tails were wrapped together.

Carefully, he sat up in the tent, observing Divya as she slept soundly in her bedroll. He watched how her chest rose and fell with every breath she took, the curl of her lashes as they rested perfectly on the top of her cheeks, the way her lips were slightly parted while she slept, how she laid her hand to support her head, even with a pillow underneath…

He wasn't lying to himself when he thought that every part of her was beautiful.

He moved a stray hair from her face, planting a gentle kiss on her temple. She stirred lightly, and Dammon thought up a quick prayer to the Gods above that she wouldn’t wake up in that moment.

"Mmm... Dammon..." she mumbled, a soft smile crossing her face.

In that moment, he could feel her pulling at his heartstrings.

Hells, he didn’t want to leave her, not yet. But Zevlor insisted that the refugees begin their trek Baldur’s Gate as soon as dawn broke. If he didn't make it to the caravan in time, he would get at best an earful from their leader. At worst... he didn't even want to fathom.

But what if this was the last moment he would ever spend with Divya at his side? What if the tieflings didn't make it to the city? What if she was killed before he got to see her again?

I have to fight on, he thought. If not for my future, then for her to be a part of it. And just hope she does the same for me.

He leaned in one last time, pressing a goodbye kiss to her cheek. He wanted to savor this moment, for he didn’t know when he would see her again

"See ya soon, Div."

In the dewy morning fog, Dammon left the party’s campsite and began his journey to Baldur's Gate, to his new start at life. And he hoped that some day, Divya could share it with him.

Click here to read pt 2 :)

[faceglitchsworld]

Non è giusto, anche io voglio un orsetto 😭

[siamodiamantirari]

bagnarsi le labbra con baci che dicono "dammene ancora"

[scritti-di-aliantis]

-Ahia... sii gentile! Va bene: ieri mordendoti t'ho lasciato l'orologio su una natica, ma una donna lo fa! Deve marcare il territorio. Non me la mordicchiare... Leccamela. Delicatamente... Si: così! Gustala, rispettala: sappi cavarne del liquore... oooh... si, così... onora il mio clitoride... aaaah... vengooo.... bevi, caro: ingoia tutto...

-Produci il liquore migliore, per il mio gusto. Dammene ancora. Sei la mia puttana. Squirta, bagnami. Dissetami. Fammi bere... Apriti ancora... Non mi basti mai... Sei la mia scrofa adorata... Vieni ancora sul mio viso... Ho sete di te...

Aliantis

[iocheappartengoalleanimesole]

bagnarsi le labbra con baci che dicono "dammene ancora"

[starchildrenofdustand-ashes]

Cabaret at The Kit Kat Club at the August Wilson Theatre Experience !!

ALL RIGHT MEIN DAMMEN UND HERREN

So, I saw Cabaret at The Kit Kat Club at the August Wilson Theatre on Tuesday, June 18. There were quite a few replacements in that night, specifically Gabi Campo on for Sally- she's usually Lulu I think.

Also, I’ve seen this production within London with Nic Meyers and Jake Shears as Sally and the Emcee, respectively. You can read my review of that here

Though they were the same production, there were things I noticed that were different,,,, So without further ado, here are some things I noticed/ liked/ disliked about this production!

When you first walk up to the theatre you’re greeted by security and if you’re over 21 they’ll stamp your hand and welcome you into the club (or, if you’re like me, they’ll give you the hardest side eye and ask you to see your ID before they stamp you lol,, also pls enjoy my sally inspired makeup look I had so much fun with it hehe)

Once you’re inside the theatre, if you have a stamp, they’ll give you a complimentary shot of cherry schnapps. Then very similarly to London, you’ll travel through a red lit hall with the eye emblem glowing green at the end of the tunnel, and the headshots of the actors decorating the wall. Down the hall theres a glowing green eye. After this, they cover your phone with a sticker and you’re not supposed to take photos of any kind, including selfies.

Before you get to your seats, they’ll invite you to travel downstairs where there’s a bar and some dancers on stage. Very cabaret-esque. There’s this giant eye downstairs that has a disco ball as a pupil. Downstairs is also the red bar. Upstairs is the green bar. Or vice versa, I don’t remember.

My seats were in the first mezz, in the last row. Honestly, the seats were great, I didn’t even need to use my opera glasses and could see their facial expressions pretty well.

So here are some thoughts and a breakdown of the staging of this production:

💋So y’all saw the Tony Performance 💀 you know what it looks like. On a different note, I don’t know why he got so flamed for it, I quite enjoyed it until I opened up twitter. It’s very clear that Eddie Redmayne is playing an Emcee we’ve never seen before. When I first listened to the London album, I was kinda in shock because: Firstly, I love Eddie Redmayne, but I’m not the biggest fan of his vocal tone and second, he talks in this weird high pitch gremlin voice and upon first listen I found it cringy and hard to listen to 😭 it took me a REALLY long time for me to be able to say I enjoy the album. BUT. After seeing his performance, I think he’s amazing! His Emcee is awkward enough to be rather endearing and the robotic movements prevalent in the beginning of the song don’t seem to last.

💋I don’t know if I mentioned in my other cabaret review, after The Emcee notes the orchestra was beautiful, the girls and walk with black veils and while the orchestra is jamming, the emcee connects these things hanging from the ceiling to the top of the veils, so when the lights turn on, the veils are lifted off the girls

💋there was this one old dude at one of the tables and Eddie was chronically harassing him in true crass EMCEE fashion we have to sta. Eddie also made several adlibs to the audience during Willkomenn, like telling someone not clap, they haven't finished yet 💀

💋 I also made a note at the end of my other cabaret review, where I asked if anyone who saw Eddie could explain to me some of the noises he makes on the cast album lol 💀 After seeing him, I’m still not sure what the noises are 💀💀 it’s like this weird, harsh, ‘kuh’ sound he makes as punctuation? Or something? You can hear it especially in Wilkomenn and Money, does anyone have thoughts? 😭

💋During Wilkomenn Sally came on our side of the mezz! She squeezed through the first row of the audience and was waving and giving pure celebrity lol

💋 On another note, I actually liked Eddies Emcee in this song? Yeah he makes a lot of strange choices, and I’ve made jokes about him being a sleep paralysis demon, but I’ve never found is portrayal to be terrifying? Strange? Definitely. Off-putting? No. Unique? Absolutely. Terrifying? Absolutely not. The physicality takes some getting used to, but to me it was giving an awkward geek who is excited to finally be given a moment on the stage. The jokes he tells in this production are less outwardly seductive and the delivery is honestly a little awkward. I feel like the punchline is what makes it raunchy and even then, they seem unfitting because eddies Emcee comes across as so sexless 😭 which is what makes the character charming!! You still laugh at his jokes and are waiting for more from him. lol it’s weird, but if you find him genuinely terrifying… idk, I see more horrifying shit scrolling through my socials

💋 So. I have beef with Cliff. I was not the biggest fan of neither the actor, nor his character in the revival. Firstly, for both the London production and Broadway revival, you have to suspend disbelief that a Nazi (Ernst) would walk onto a train and immediately pick out a black man to befriend lol. Secondly, Cliff really takes a backseat as a character here. In all adaptations Cliff may appear rather small because he’s not larger than life like the Emcee or Sally, but here he falls absolutely flat for me. I just felt like Ato Blankson-Wood was very flat, even at the peaks of the play. I don’t know, just a personal opinion.

💋as for Gabi Campo, she was amazing! She was so vibrant as Sally, with such an amazing voice. I was a bit concerned at first because her performances of Don’t tell Mama and Mein Herr were kinda flat and lackluster but by Maybe this time I was absolutely in love with her Sally 😩😩

💋In the London production I saw, I really felt like Herr Schultz and Frauline Schneider were sidelined, which was 1000% not the case here. Bebe Neuwirth and Steven Skybell absolutely stole the show when they were on stage together.

💋Two Ladies. Omfg. I don't know man. First off?? I knew Eddie Redmayne was buff because his arms look incredible, but he also has a six pack, and I just?? what the fuck 😩 But I mentioned in my other review, Sally's suitcase is center stage from Perfectly Marvelous and The Emcee Pops out wearing a comically fluffy coat that resembled Sallys. In the London production, Sally also had on a bandana and glasses, but here he just had on the coat lol.

💋Tbh, Two ladies is just so chaotic in every production, my favorite one may be the simplistic, two people, and one sheet with lewd shadow gestures in the Mendez/ cumming one. But this number was similar to the London production: other Kit Kat ppl coming onto the stage, Hans in like bondage gear, people humping each other, one of the girls wanking and reading mein kampf.

💋 It Could't Please Me more could not have pleased me more!! I loved it. I felt so much more connected to these characters and was actively rooting for them! They seemed more spunky and young (and also actively horny) There was a part towards the end of the song where Scheniders opens the bag and Schultz slowingly puts it into the bag while maintaining intense eye contact. Then Schneider shudders and says she's overwhelmed and its very hot and cute lol.

💋Tomorrow belongs to me was essentially the same as London, but the ending is different. Eddie Redmayne comes on stage Left and holds one of the rafters and sings the song. I was close enough to the stage that I could see there were stamps of the eyes in a circle around the turntable. Then one by one, the ensemble puts these aryan dolls wearing brown suits onto each of the eyes. They spin around him until they remove them one by one. Redmayne sings the last line of the song on the stage by himself and then removes his red haired wig when he says 'to me'. Versus London when he pulls out the blonde wig and holds it up

💋 Maybe this time was pretty similar to London I think, but I don't recall. They were in an embrace before the song stars so when they break apart Cliff freezes with his arms bent and outstretchedd towards Sally. She sings the entire song with Cliff frozen and he singing the song in the same spot as well. At the end he unfreezes.

💋 Now. For money. I have always been confused about the imagery that the costumes are trying to envoke. It's an absolutely stunning costume, and I know the helmet is a stahlhelm from wwII and I read something about him being like an undead soldier? I don't know. I think this costume is more suited for when he appears in tomorrow belongs to me reprise. It's catering to the spectacle element of theatre and it's interesting to look at, but to me, I felt disappointed with this number both here and London- especially because I had seen the costume and was expecting to get some clarity watching the performance. but lol. yeah no.

💋Another thing about Eddie's performance in Money that I had questions about in my previous review was all the weird fucking sounds he makes, especially during this sound. And even though I saw him performance, and could see the physicality paired with the sounds it still makes no sense to me lol. I can provide a bit of clarity of what he's doing for each sound tho so, if you listen to the cast recording while reading this there will be time stamps of each sound lmfao

💵 2:26- he's wailing at the Kit Kat ensemble and kinda controlling them? They are at opposing ends of the turn table

💵 2:44- the girlies are clawing at him and wailing and he like blows them a kiss? and then cackles about it as the turntables continue to spin them.

💵2:56- he bends over with his arms extended behind his back a la anime run and wails in the faces of the audience?

💵 3:00- Interspersed throughout the whole thing he's making the weird 'kuh' spitting sound that drives me absolutely drives me crazy because WHAT IS IT EDDIE BEYOND A CHOICE? A WEIRD FUCKING CHOICE FOR WHAT??? TO KEEP ME UP AT NIGHT???

💋 So in the scene before Married with Kost and Schneider/ Schultz, where they do the whole bit with the men doing the walk of shame out of their respective rooms, Schultz exits Schneiders rooms stage Right putting her sweater on, then he realizes and whisper-shouts "Wait! Wait this is not mine!" and runs back the direction he came lol

💋 During Married, the two stand in the middle of the stage while Kost is stage right holding a pillar.

💋 Tomorrow Belongs to Me Reprise is the same as it was in London, immaculate Art the Clown cosplay done by Redmayne.

💋 The kick line is also the same- although, I don't remember if the members of the ensemble brought people onto the stage and made them dance in London lol . They did the same audience - waving your hands in their air thing too. They also were all wearing red party hats like London. Redmayne also pops up center stage holding a gun that shoots out a Nazi flag when the tune becomes more militarized.

💋 I remember much more from Redmyane's If you could See Her than I do from Jake Shears (although that's because I saw Redmayne a week ago and Shears half a year ago lol ) Because of this, I can't cite major differences- maybe they were the same lol.

💋The Gorilla is realistic and picks Eddie up and dumps him on the ground when she feels like it lol. Very animalistic and not as cute as the previous productions.

💋During the dance break, Redmayne gets on the ground and bounds across the stage in synch with the gorilla.

💋When he ask the audience, to live and let live, it got a lot of applause. I also didn't really like the way he delivered the last line of the song? I don't know, it didn't feel as impactful, and it felt kind of throw away.

💋During Married Reprise, Redmayne is kinda skulking around the wings, and pillars. If you're watching him instead of Schultz/ Schneider, you'll see him grab a glass and rap it into a cloth napkin. then he'll skulk back on stage, and stand in-between the couple and gently place the napkin in-between their feet. They continue singing and at the climax of the song he steps on the bundle, and a loud cracking sound effect sweeps the theatre. The lights cut off. When they lift back on slowly, there is white pieces of confetti falling and he's standing between the two of them, hunched over, arms outstretched behind him.

💋 After the song ends and the couple walk off stage, he pick up the bundle in silence and a whole opens in the floor and he dumps the shattered glass through it.

💋During what would you do, when Bebe Neuwirth sings the climax of the song, the center circle in the center of the turntable lifts her up and yellow light streams in.

💋 When Cliff is beat up the members of the club walk int and menacingly crowd around him, kicking him and also taking his coat.

💋 Sally is wearing nothing but her purple undergarments at the Start of I don't care much- The Emcee has a blonde wig now, and he's donned the brown suit. After he sings the first verse, he kinda puppeteers Sally, and she isn't really resisting him, she's more so just going along. At 2:33 you can hear it on the cast Album , like panicked breathing and whatnot. It's the same for the London cast, but it's Sally, when the Emcee finally grabs her. Then she dons the brown suit over her outfit and runs off the stage.

💋 So Gabi Campo's Cabaret was Amazing. Started off very emotionally numb and eventually goes stark raving mad. Loved it.

💋 In the finale Cliff is back on the train, The Emcee is the train guy in his aryan suit. When he and the Emcee start singing Wilkommen together, the Emcee grabs his hand and pulls him in and they kinda stare off. Then it's like the spell is broken, for one second when the quirky hunched Emcee comes back and adresses the audience.

💋The club members, appear in their suits, lining up ontop of the eyes around the circle. Cliff, Sally, Schultz and Sneider are also standing in the circle. The emcee is raised onto the middle of the platform, conduction the drum rolls and then the lights black out.

Honestly, I love this production. I think it's amazing that Alan Cumming made such a mark on Cabaret history that an Emcee not done similar to his is not an acceptable Emcee to many. Personally, I find this Emcee to be like Joel Grays Emcee, who I refer to as an 'impish little pervert'. and he just kind of smiles creepily and looms throughout the entire show. Joel Grays Emcee also isn't actually a queer character either, and it wasn't necessaryily a roll created for a queer actor, especially since Joel Gray was closeted at the time. So. I don't think this production is "spoon-feeding" the subtext of the show to anyone. It still provides thought provoking imagery and interesting performance/ directing choices. I also think so much of this particular show is up to interpretation, where Cummings Emcee is not- at the end he's in the uniform with both the star and the pink triangle. That imagery is quite clear. What does this new imagery symbolize? The death of individual or queer identities? The complacency or brainwashing within the Nazi regime? The goal to create a society that looked exactly the same? Is the Emcee an actual character or does he represent the city? What about this show makes negative reviewers think it's not thought provoking and the directors felt a need to spell everything out? Sure, this production delivers far more obvious 'hints' than the Mendes/Cumming one, but both productions deliver their points, and quite well.

If you read this far, thank you ily lmao🫶🏾

[allaazz2024]

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Per favore, dammene un po'

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[falcemartello]

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+ Dammene qualche "metro"... 😏

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dammi un bacio

e poi dammene altri cento perché non è mai abbastanza quando si tratta di te.

[mothmiso]

Finland 2024 - Sykäräinen (2) (3) (4) by Ulf Roos

Via Flickr:

(1) Mot dammen / Towards the pond. (2) Strömmande fors / Flowing rapid. (3) Blommande tistel / Flowering thistle. (4) Över ytan / Above the surface.     

[dilebe06]

Moon Lovers: Scarlet Heart Ryeo

“If I had not met him, I would not yearn for him.  If I did not know him, I would not think of him so much. If we had not been together, I wouldn’t have to disappear. If I did not treasure him so much, I wouldn’t have so many memories. If I did not love him… we wouldn’t need to throw each other away.  If we had not been face-to-face, we would have never been together. Perhaps… If I had not met you at all.” – Hae Soo

Io lo sapevo che avrei sofferto. Era scritto nelle stelle e negli spoiler che mi sono andata a cercare che questa serie avrebbe frantumato il mio cuore ed ecco perché ho aspettato il momento giusto per vederlo. Dovevo essere nel mood giusto: quello depresso/voglio soffrire per intenderci.

E come è andata?

Siccome tra febbre e emozioni contrastanti non riuscirei mai a scrivere un commento decente di questa serie, andrò per punti, Ovviamente alla cazzum. Giusto per parlarne e sfogarmi un po'.

[ spoiler a pioggia come le mie lacrime]

La trama:

Qui lo dico e qui non lo nego: a me la storia è piaciuta. Storia vera, Intrighi, complotti, viaggi nel tempo, amori impossibili e tormentati... insomma, Moon Lovers ha portato in scena tutto quello che potrebbe piacermi.

Di serie con viaggi nel tempo è pieno il mondo e proprio su questo frangente credo che si potesse fare un po' meglio. Come un po' meglio poteva essere fatta la parte di sceneggiatura dove i salti temporali o i change of heart certe volte mi hanno lasciato confusa.

Ma nel complesso la storia non mi ha mai annoiata e sono rimasta incollata ( maratonando a volte ) per sapere cosa sarebbe successo e come sarebbe andata a finire tutta la vicenda.

Ho trovato molto carina l'idea di seguire la vera storia ( la salita al trono del 4° principe ) modificandone certi aspetti per poi tornare ad avere la vera storia nel finale come un cerchio che si chiude. senza fare spoiler è difficile

I Personaggi

Moon Lovers presenta una caterva di personaggi, alcuni belli altri meh e altri favolosi.

Onestamente con una storia così intricata e politica e con così tanti personaggi la serie non è giustamente riuscita ad ampliare e dare profondità a tutti ma credo che abbiano cercato di dare spazio e caratterizzare più personaggi possibili e questo è una cosa che apprezzo.

Palma d'oro va ovviamente al quarto principe.

Scritto proprio per farsi amare dagli spettatori: un ragazzo abbandonato dalla sua famiglia che nessuno vuole e tutti schifano ma che in realtà ha un cuore d'oro e che vuole solo essere amato. Con problemi di gestione della rabbia.

Avete presente la Bella e la Bestia?! Ecco.

Cioè.

Firma qua per l'adozione.

Mi hai comprata.

Basta.

Dammene tre!

Il quarto principe è scritto perché sia amato dagli spettatori dandogli quel tratto di tragicità, solitudine e ricerca di affetto che tanto fa breccia nei cuoricini del popolo. nel mio sicuramente

Ci si potrebbe scrivere un trattato su questo personaggio, dall'infanzia al rapporto con i genitori e fratelli fino ad arrivare alla politica e alle sue relazioni... ma per preservare la mia sanità mentale salterò questo pezzo, ricordando però che è stato un GRAN PERSONAGGIO. IL MIO PREFERITO.

Più tiepida mi ha lasciato invece la lead. C'erano volte che apprezzavo la sua dolcezza e capacità di confortare gli altri. Ho amato la sua relazione con il quarto principe ed i suoi fratelli. Altre volte invece, la sua quasi santità mi faceva cadere le braccia. Tanto da scivolare nell'ipocrisia: come quella volta in cui si strugge e si dispera per la morte dell'amica/serva/sorella ma non getta un pensiero al povero Principe Ereditario -che la lead diceva di voler bene come ad un fratello - ammazzato proprio dalla amica/sorella/schiava.

E come non parlare del fatto che in 20 episodi non abbia mai rivolto un pensiero alla sua famiglia del futuro - avrà dei genitori? un fratello?! amici?! - che magari sono preoccupati per lei?

E' sconcertante come si sia adattata velocemente alla vita nella vecchia epoca!

E perché...del tira e molla con l'ottavo principe ne vogliamo parlare?! Sta relazione ce la siamo tirata dietro per 20 episodi!

Menzioni d'onore alla concubina del Re, al Re - il padre del lead ( perché qui dici "Re" e te ne cicciano fuori 3 o 4... diventa un casino capire a quale testa coronata tu ti stia riferendo) - il 13° e 14° principe.

Tutti personaggi che per un motivo o per un altro ho apprezzato e di cui ringrazio la serie per averli strutturati un po'. Quel tanto che basta perché io mi ci affezioni e empatizzi per loro.

Menzione disonorevole invece alla Regina Madre ( la mamma del lead) alla sorellastra/moglie del lead e all'ottavo principe.

Sulla regina poco da dire: odiava il lead ma vi giuro che non ho mai capito il perché. Dire che porta sfiga, che è un mostro... non riconoscerlo come figlio. Gli dei solo sanno la motivazione logica dietro questo odio totale.

Della sorellastra ho apprezzato l'intelligenza e l'onestà dell'ammettere di essere avida e di volere il potere. Ma c'era solo questo. Cioè... non aveva manco una qualità positiva che la rendeva umana e quindi di facile empatia. Era solo stronza e avida. Punto.

Ma ci ha regalato delle perle di politica veramente rare.

L'ottavo Principe...inizialmente mi piaceva e lo trovavo interessante. Il suo amore per la lead ed il senso di tradimento verso sua moglie lo rendevano stimolante da vedere. Ma alla lunga l'ho trovato stancante. Ho avuto la sensazione che il drama facesse tutto il possibile per farlo arrivare in fondo alla storia quando la gente è morta malissimo per molto meno.

L'amore

E' interessante notare che NESSUNA storia d'amore è arrivata alla fine.

Nessuna.

Quattro/cinque - non ricordo nemmeno quante storie d'amore c'erano - e sono finite tutte a merda! Ma tutte! Pure quelle dei second. Per dire.

Ammetto che io ho seguito specialmente quella principale e non perché le altre non fossero belle... ma perché già angstavo con i due lead. Starmi a preoccupare anche per le altre coppie avrebbe comportato un investimento emotivo troppo gravoso. Tanto più che appunto, sono finite tutte malissimo...quindi ho salvato il mio cuore.

La love story principale invece mi ha catturato sin dall'inizio. Ok, con la storiella della Bella e la Bestia giocavano facile. Ma oh, funziona da secoli sta roba! Un motivo ci sarà.

I due lead formano una romance a mio parere bellissima. Ci vuole un po' perché parta ma quando la nave finalmente salpa.. è la realizzazione di un sogno. Li ho shippati come poche cose ed ho trovato la fine della loro storia bellissima e straziante:

Come nella celebre frase " certe volte l'amore non basta" , nonostante i due lead si amassero tantissimo, le circostanze, il palazzo, le regole, il matrimonio del lead con un altra donna e tante altre problematiche hanno portato la coppia a sfasciarsi poco a poco. Ma sul questo ci torno dopo Ma è innegabile il profondo amore tra i due.

La seconda parte della loro storia l'ho trovata matura e realistica, straziante e ingiusta ma pienamente emozionante.

Temi e tematiche trattate

Come detto sopra, soprattutto la figura del lead è un concentrato di temi, emozioni e riflessioni da fare. Dall'essere un buon Re, al significato dell'avere una famiglia. Dall'eccesso di orgoglio al concetto di affettività. Solo con il quarto principe si potrebbe fare un dibattito.

Mi è piaciuto come Moon Lovers usi i suoi personaggi per raccontare un emozione o un concetto:

nel trattamento dei figli come pedine del trono per la Regina Yoo e come questo si ripercuota sui suoi figli.

nella concezione che per salire al trono devi rinunciare a qualcosa che ami, che sia per il Re padre del lead che per il lead stesso.

nel ruolo politico di una donna, nella sua indipendenza che vediamo nelle gesta della sorellastra del lead.

nel concetto della solitudine e sindrome di abbandono del lead

l'incredibile dignità della concubina amata dal Re

ecc ecc

Ma per me, una delle tematiche e riflessioni più belle e strazianti è proprio quella che riguarda la lead e che si trova quasi alla fine:

nonostante ami e sia ricambiata dal Re, la protagonista soffre la vita di palazzo. Si ammala. E' triste e depressa. Vuole lasciare il palazzo ma il Re non sopporta di separarsi da lei. E lei questo lo sa. E' impensabile - soprattutto per Sua Maestà - separarsi dalla donna che lo rende felice, lo ama e lo mantiene sano di mente. E tutti questi sentimenti la protagonista li conosce benissimo. E nonostante questo, con grande sofferenza, decide di andarsene.

Rivedere l'inizio della serie quando la lead era una giovane ragazza spensierata dagli occhioni grandi e così piena di vita e rivederla verso la fine della storia è quasi un colpo per il cambiamento di personalità e carattere. E per quanto sia una cosa molto triste è anche molto avvincente da osservare.

Il Finale

Non mentirò. Il finale di Moon Lovers mi ha prosciugato i condotti lacrimali.

Andava già male da due episodi... ma vedere la lead tornare nel presente, davanti al quadro del lead e sentirla scusarsi per averlo lasciato da solo... è stato straziante.

Perché sì, nonostante tutte le belle parole di " non ti lascerò mai" ecc ecc... alla fine la lead abbandona il fianco del Re ed è inevitabile guardare quell'immagine del Quarto Principe nel cortile e pensare a tutta la gente che via via se ne è andata e lo ha lasciato da solo.

Ha preso il trono ma ha perso tutti. Tutti lo hanno abbandonato portando alla luce proprio quello che il lead non avrebbe mai voluto: rimanere da solo.

Ora... si parla di una seconda stagione che mai è stata fatta e che mi auguro che mai lo sarà.

Onestamente non riesco a pensare ad una seconda stagione di questa serie se non una trama dove lui è un CEO d'azienda che s'innamora della Cenerella di turno e la famiglia s'oppone al matrimonio. Mai sia!

Ma ammetto che una scena dove i due lead si rincontravano nel presente...me la meritavo. Anche una gif, un immagine, un frame mi bastava.

Il finale infatti, con l'eclissi che si staglia sul palazzo reale, presuppone che anche il lead si farà il suo viaggetto nel tempo ritrovando la sua lei e amandosi per l'eternità.

Ma è un sospetto, non la matematica certezza. Ed io, dopo tutto l'angst, il patimento, la sofferenza, le lacrime ed il dolore, me lo meritavo una scena di almeno 5 secondi di loro due che si rivedevano nel passato. 5 secondi. Mica ore!

PS: Scena madre che mi ha fatto tagliare dalle risate.

La lead è al capezzale del Re morente. (Il Re padre del lead) Egli sta morendo e manda la donzella a cercare il suo erede avvisandola di NON DIRE A NESSUNO che lui è morto. A NESSUNO.

Lei va e becca l'ottavo principe che con uno sguardo alla Petyr Bealish gli chiede notizie del Padre.

E lei...*fa la vaga * fa la vaga * fa la vaga* Il Re vuole il tè.

Molla il principe e non fa in tempo a girare l'angolo che toh! trova il lead 4° principe.

Quello non fa in tempo a chiedergli che succede che la lead gli fa:-" Il Re è morto."

Ma così. De botto.

Ho riso più del dovuto.

E meno male che non doveva dirlo a nessuno. XD

VOTO: 8,5

[kiki-de-la-petite-flaque]

Tu dammi mille baci, e quindi cento, poi dammene altri mille, e quindi cento, quindi mille ancora, e quindi cento...

Catullo

[angeloneroali]

Bagnarsi le labbra con baci che dicono dammene ancora

[nociaograzie]

Bagnarsi le labbra con baci che dicono dammene ancora

[illsadboy]

Machine Gun Kelly dopo l’esaurimento nervoso è tornato con una nuova canzone e come sempre non mi ha deluso 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻

Mi hai dato una possibilità e ho fatto un casino, dammene un’altra sono scappato dai segreti che nascondevo da bambino e non li ho mai affrontati ho appena chiamato la mamma, le ho detto che la perdono per non essere stata lì quando ne avevo bisogno… Chi sono io quando la musica si ferma e il personaggio che interpreto è davvero distrutto e dannatamente perduto? Lo giuro, te l’ho detto più e più volte in tutte queste canzoni ma non sentono niente di quello che scrivo perché sono troppo occupati a cercare di cancellarmi. Vedresti che è difficile per me essere vulnerabile perché l’ho bloccato ho avuto problemi di fiducia, crescendo, nessuno era lì per sentire quello che pensavo il mio cuore era spezzato come le mie costole da bambino, quando io e mio padre litigavamo sì, mi sto curando con qualcosa che non riesco a pronunciare, ma è quello che mi ha dato il dottore paziente in riabilitazione, con carta e penna, questo psichiatra continua a valutare come posso apprezzare il fatto che la mia mano non era sulla sua pancia quando abbiamo perso il bambino? Non ho nessuno a cui rivolgermi perché nella mia vita sono morti tutti quelli che cercavano di crescermi cerco qualcuno che mi dica chi sono veramente, non lo so quando mi guardo allo specchio… La sensazione di morire da sola e di non lasciare nulla dietro è la mia più grande paura.