#last year when i had my absolute brain meltdown over the suit and tie look

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Luke performing @ Boston Calling Music Festival - 24 May 2024

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#OWLTIERIGHTS

∟ bokuto koutarou x gn!reader | humour/crack, a bit of fluff

warnings: swear words, tbh this is more like a squadfic, the author’s complete lack of knowledge about how the filming of news reports/variety shows work, i just decided over lunch that meteorologist bokuto is very much Valid and my gremlin brain latched onto that like a dying man

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summary: there’s a new addition to Fukurodani Studio, and he wears ties patterned with baby owls and smiles brighter than your studio lights. you make a note to send a bouquet to Nekomata, because wow, his new model of news cameras really are amazing, if you can see the stitches on Bokuto’s trousers.

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“Kuroo keeps pushing for the thirsty tweets idea, but, I don’t know,” you balance your phone in the crook of your neck as you frown at the reports in your hands, “haven’t we already done one of those this month?”

“Ignore him,” Kenma says over the line, and you hear the rapid smashing of a keyboard over the static. Yamamoto yodels in the background. “He just wants to see Lev meltdown on national television again.”

You huff at the memory. It’d been kind of adorable, the way he’d trainwrecked into embarrassment. “I’ll tell Kuroo you said to ignore him; hey, what do you think about-” 

“HEY HEY HEY!” Someone bursts into the lobby from the stairwell. You're on the eighth floor. He’s not even winded. 

“AGHAASHI!” He beams, looking around the room brightly, and you actually have to shield your eyes - which entity decided to casually drop a sun in the middle of an office in the dead of night? Well, you grumble internally, fuck you too, universe.  

It takes you a while to map the name to the face, and you realize you’ve been silent for a moment too long - great, look dumb in front of the hot, athletic, sunny man, way to go Y/n, would you like to trip off a cliff while you’re at it? - “Akaashi-san is on the morning crew,” you tell him. A quick glance at your screen tells you Kenma has long since hung up. “He only comes in at 9a.m.” 

You squint. Are those baby owls on his tie? They clash terribly with his checkered suit, especially when you take his odd hair into consideration. You think you might be in love.

"WHAT?” He crowds your personal space in a few large strides. You find it hotter than you probably should. And wow, those biceps. You could get between those.

“Yeah,” you repeat, as you ogle his neck - his tie is crooked, the top button undone, and you can’t tell if you want to pull it off or fix the stupid tie with the stupidly cute owls - “Akaashi-san’s the producer for the morning show, Fukurodani News, so he only comes in at 9a.m.”

He blinks at you owlishly. (Ha. Owlishly, owls, owl tie. Fuck, you need caffeine.)

Then, slowly, he turns to where there’s a clock somewhere behind you. You turn with him for dramatic effect. The building holds its breath. 

There’s a satisfying tick as the hour hand shifts to point squarely at 11. The sky outside is dark, and you wonder if suffering through the powdery taste of office coffee is worth it for another shot of caffeine.

“Oh,” he says, sounding like a deflated balloon - you swear his hair even droops a little; how is a grown man who looks like he could punt you in the sun so adorable, what the actual fuck - “Aghaashi meant 11a.m.”

It’s love at first sight.

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His name is Bokuto Koutarou, and he’s the new meteorologist for the morning show. 

He's also the love of your life, and you're not even being dramatic. In fact, you think you’re handing this very, very professionally.

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It’s 8p.m on a Wednesday, and you’ve shut the door to your office, drawn the blinds, and turned off the lights. 

Steepling your fingers before you in concentration, you wait with a deathly sense of calm for the recording of the morning news to load. More specifically, a recording of the weather forecast segment of the the morning news. On loop.

“HEY HEY HEY!” Bokuto’s smile is contagious even through a screen. The mic crackles and lets out a ear-splitting shriek at his volume. You empathize. 

“GOOD MORNING TOKYO!” His grin is blinding; it’s like he’d absorbed all the studio lights, decided it still wasn’t enough, and added a sun or two for good measure. You make a mental note to ask Yukie to dim the studio lights and turn down the audio for Bokuto’s segment in the future - the equipment is new, and it’d been hard enough to wheedle for discounts from Nekomata for his latest model of news cameras. 

On-screen, Bokuto pauses, tapping his ear. “OH,” he says, “AGHAASHI SAYS THERE’S A POSSIBILITY OF RAIN TODAY.” His tie is crooked, you notice. His biceps bulge through the fabric of his suit. 

Only the best cuts of meat for you, Yukie. 

“IT’S GOING TO BE SHOWERING,” Bokuto says cheerfully, as he draws lopsided circles over prefectures on the interactive map with wild abandon, “SO DON’T FORGET YOUR UMBRELLAS! - HEY AGHAASHI, HOW DO THOSE TRANSPARENT ONES WORK? THEY DON’T STOP YOU FROM SEEING THE RAIN!” There’s a pause, and you can almost hear his answer - there’s a certain timbre that’s unique to Akaashi; his voice conveys all his desire for sleep and death while still maintaining a very polite edge. 

“WOW, THAT’S AMAZING! HEY GUYS, AGHAASHI SAYS SEEING THE RAIN DOESN’T MEAN IT TOUCHES YOU! THAT’S LIKE PLAYING HIDE AND SEEK-”

“Thank you Bokuto-san,” the feed changes to Konoha, the host, and who’s doing a terrible job of containing his glee - are those tears in his eyes? - “now back to Yamato-san for the morning news. Stay tuned!”

You wonder if you can convince Akaashi to let Kenma borrow Bokuto for the night show. Somehow, you imagine he’d get along with Tetsurou, in the same way adding sodium to water would result in a Big Bang - like sure, there’d be collateral damage, but hey, the fireworks were pretty, and the sound was dope, right?

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Convincing all parties involved - except Akaashi and Kenma, who still thought it was a bad idea but were overruled by everyone else - that blowing things up on set is a good idea results in probably the most chaotic show you’ve ever produced. 

“HEY HEY HEY, TOKYO!” Bokuto crows on set, fist pumping, and Yukie winces from within the sound booth, pulling her headset away from her ears.

“Today, we’re-“

“BLOWING THINGS UP!”

Tetsurou and Bokuto smirk. Lev, who’s waiting off-set, shivers. Inuoka whoops and presses a series of buttons in rapid succession. The ceiling above the set splits open, sending confetti streaking prettily over the two hosts of today’s show. The spotlights flicker on, and you actually have to squint when Bokuto smiles. 

“Actually,” Fukunaga, the news anchor for the night show, steps in, “we’re just conducting science experiments.”

“WHY’D YOU SAY SOMETHING SO BORING WHILE SMILING LIKE THAT!” Bokuto crosses his arms across his chest, pouting, and wow, you really had to thank Yukie for getting him to wear more fitting suits. 

You watch as Fukunaga’s eyebrows furrow. “I’m not smiling.” 

Tetsurou cackles. “There’s our Shohei - the only man who can read the news with a smile!”

If possible, Fukunaga’s frown deepens. You worry his eyebrows may knit together. “I don’t smile.”

Then a volleyball flies on set, tearing straight through the backdrop. The Tokyo Tower peels away and droops sadly, next to the statue of a whale outside the National Museum of Nature and Science, which is now missing its head. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Shibayama from Editing sigh and drop his head into his hands as Konoha’s laughter rings throughout the studio - no amount of editing will be able to erase it from the tape. Devil spawn leave their traces everywhere.

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Three days later, after an intense round of editing - you barely see Shibayama and Shuichi outside of the editing studio, and the occasional groans you hear when you pass by have half-convinced you they’ve turned into the walking dead - the show airs. The views skyrocket.

On Twitter, below the #HEYHEYHEY tag that has been trending ever since Bokuto’s first appearance, #FUKURODANISUPERIORITY is trending. You screenshot it and send it to Daichi.

Smiling, you make a note to send them a bouquet as congratulations; Shiratorizawa’s topped the Miyagi rankings for as long as anyone can remember. Maybe you’ll search for recordings of Karasuno’s show, to see what they’ve been up to.

(And crush them when they come for a joint show.)

Speaking, of, Yukie deserves a reward for her exemplary work. You’re nothing if not a supportive and professional boss, after all.

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You try not to drool as you watch the recording of the morning show from your office.

Yukie really outdid herself this time, you think, as you watch the way the fabric of Bokuto’s trousers pull taut over his thighs when he moves. Distantly, you’re aware of Inuoka calling your name. You ignore him.

Fuuuck, you exhale deeply. You can see the stitches on Bokuto’s suit. You can also see the thin sliver of muscle where he had paid absolutely no attention to the tucking integrity of his shirt. 

No one is able to talk to you for the twenty or so minutes that Bokuto’s segment airs.

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At Fukurodani Studio, holding a party every New Year’s is a time-honoured tradition.

Akaashi calls it a celebration of past achievements and a way to start off a new year of improvement.

Kenma calls it a waste of time.

Most people call it free real estate.

Having a party that lasts from New Year’s Eve to the morning of New Year’s is a time-honoured tradition. So is the complete erasure of honorifics and superior-subordinate relationships.

(In hindsight, the honorifics were more for appearance’s sake than anything. You’d heard about Suzumeda extorting the Variety Show department, and she’s a stylist for the morning crew.)

Still, it makes for a wild night.

“HEY HEY HEY,” Bokuto slurs, pushing off of Tetsurou before collapsing, the latter cursing as he scrambles to take his weight, “OYA, TOK-hic-KYO, YOUR TEM-TEMP-TEMPERATURE IS S-SOAAAARING!” You spot Konoha already on the ground, clutching his stomach as he laughs uncontrollably. 

Yeah, you remember, he’s a giggly drunk.

“Y/n!” Tetsurou spots you as you make your way past the crowd - Yukie waves at you from behind a plate piled high with meat - “Hey, take him for a moment, ‘kay? Kenma ran off and I think he left his coat.” 

You raise a brow. “You’re expecting me to support that sack of muscle?”

“HEAT!” Bokuto exclaims, “BE-hic-CAREFUL, TOKYO! HU-HUMIDITY MEANS APARTMENT FIRES!”

“It really doesn’t,” you tell him.

He pouts. It’s adorable.

You sigh as you help Tetsurou guide him to a chair. “Okay, go find your baby cat, shoo, shoo.”

“Did you mean kitten?”

“Fuck off, Tetsu, I’m tipsy.” You wave him off. 

Komi passes you with a paper cup and you pluck it from his hands and down half of it in one gulp. Beer.

“What,” you glare at him, “I worked hard to get you this buffet.”

“Didn’t say anything,” he raises his hands in surrender, bending down to inspect Konoha, who’s still on the ground, before giving him a decisive kick in the ribs. Konoha howls. Your skin clears.

“Enjoy,” he winks at you as he drags Konoha away unceremoniously by the back of his shirt.

You consider the contents of your cup. This is probably your third one - and you’re a lightweight.

Ah, fuck it. You down the rest of it, and throw the cup into a hastily set up bin.

Bokuto whoops when it goes in, “THAT’S DOPE!”

Turning, you stalk over to him. He beams at you happily, cheeks apple-red with a drunk flush. 

You bend till you’re speaking into his ear, “Wanna know what else is dope?”

“Sure!” He’s a man-child. You’re in love with a man-child. 

“This,” you say, and straddle his lap.

His eyes widen comically. You give him a soft smile, even as your hands ruck his shirt up so that it’s untucked. “If you want me to stop, now’s the time to say so, Bokuto-san.”

“You’re the attractive 11p.m person,” he says instead. Then, excitedly, “Can I really kiss you?”

You kiss him.

A dozen cameras go off.

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Dating Bokuto is an Experience, to say the least.

It’s like having an overgrown puppy who doubles as the singular light source wherever he goes. It’s going to bed with goodnight texts and waking up with GOOD MORNING, MISS YOU BABE :( flashing across your screen. It’s waking up to find that the highest trending tags on Twitter are #WEATHERBOYHASABAE and #AMOMENTOFSILENCEFORTOKYO because he starts off his shows with, “GOOD MORNING, Y/N, TOKYO IS SHINING FOR YOU TODAY.” 

It is, apparently, also receiving work emails about your boyfriend’s work ethic at 7a.m.

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thanks for reading!!

i’m aware this is lowkey highkey a crack fic and there isn’t much emphasis on romance here, but i wrote this as stress relief breaks from studying for my lit exams from hell so i decided to run with the chaotic crack (a la kuroo and bokuto),, please appreciate this it kept me sane :”)

also idk if other people do this but i love watching weather forecasts?? like this video is one of my favs; i stan a king going wild with taylor swift references 

ok but for real though if i did this news channel au with the other teams would y’all be interested? (please lmk through asks if you’d like to see more because i really, really want to write it and i’m this close to doing it i just need enablers)

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AITAF’s 11th Annual Broadway Show

It’s surreal that this was my second year attending and I’m sitting here typing up a second recap! It hardly feels like a whole year has passed since last November, as the time has been so full of Adam and SW-related joy. After last night’s show, Sarah (the same friend I adventured to TIFF with) and I reflected that following/loving Adam has brought us so many extraordinary experiences we would never have sought out otherwise. Attending military-oriented events and creating stronger ties with the veterans and service members in each of our lives, traveling to Toronto (and shortly to London!!) together, and cultivating the most unlikely and incredible friendships. It’s been an eye-opening, whirlwind year of new and wonderful experiences - chief among which was sitting in a theatre largely full of military personnel and having each of my preconceived stereotypes challenged.

The group I gathered with outside the American Airlines theatre was even bigger than last year. We had my friends Sarah and MP ( @reylonly​), my dad who usually abhors the “veteran” label and yet - to his own surprise - confessed to being deeply moved by last year’s show, a retired Army nurse and her husband, a cousin I hadn’t seen in ages who’s currently enlisted, and her two friends from the army. Our sizable group was first to queue up outside the theatre, with more than plenty to talk and catch up about while we waited.

(Fun/Amusing Fact: That enlisted cousin I hadn’t seen in ages? We reconnected ahead of this show when she messaged me on Facebook: “Hi! I heard from X family member that you like Adam Driver. I’ve attended AITAF performances before and I’ll be going to their NYC event, if you’d like to come as one of my guests?” Yes, that is my rep spreading through the family and you bet I’m proud. :’’))

We thought we had an idea what to expect from last year, but this year’s show surprised and took us off guard in almost every way.

After entering the theatre and passing right by Joanne (looking hella fierce in a fitted tweed suit), we headed up to the reception. Here came a surprise I was personally AMPED about!! While MP, Sarah, and I waited to go in the photo booth they had, we saw Scott Burns and Daniel Jones come into the reception area! I explained a bit in my TIFF recap post about how The Report (aside from being just a stellar film) really engaged me personally because not only do I have a human rights-related job, but the Executive Director of my non-profit is also renowned for being one of the first high-ranking whistleblowers against the CIA torture program when he previously worked in the Department of Defense. His name is Alberto Mora and after I heard Scott Burns namecheck him in several interviews, I talked to Alberto about his involvement in the film. From that conversation with Alberto came the idea to arrange a staff screening of the film, given its relevance to our nonprofit’s mission. In addition to seeing the film at TIFF, I also had the chance through work to attend the DC premiere of the film last week, attended by human rights advocates, House Representatives, and Senators (most depicted in the film - including Diane Feinstein herself!) who were all clearly riveted by the film and the discussion with Scott Burns and Dan Jones that followed. SO (sorry for this digression but I’M STILL SO EXCITED BY THIS) when I saw Dan Jones mingling, I practically started vibrating with everything I wanted to say to him.

After psyching myself up and angsting with MP for a minute (“But it’s gotta be the right time - I don’t want to interrupt him!”) I went over and introduced myself to Dan Jones, saying I’d been at the DC premiere of the film last week and how powerful the evening had been. Long story short - omg what a chill and approachable guy to talk to! I explained quickly that I work with Alberto and I’ve been looking into arranging a screening, to which Dan said he’d “absolutely love” to help with! He told me how to contact him and holy shiiiit now this definitely has to happen!!

So after that reception highlight, we ate a little more cheese and fancy crackers before heading downstairs to the theater and our seats. And there we needed to hold onto our hats and strain to remain chill, because like some Adam-related VIP guest list, we brushed shoulders with Noah Baumbach and Laura Dern as we entered the theater! WHATTT!! It certainly made my heart glad to see so many of these high-profile collaborators of Adam’s supporting him and taking an interest in his non-profit work. And just to see that they’re all friends even off set!

This year’s choice of play, A Raisin In The Sun, immediately set a much different tone than last year’s True West. While last year included a cast of only 4, with Adam and Michael Shannon lifting the majority of the performance as the brothers-at-odds Lee and Austin; this year included a cast of 9 almost exclusively African American actors, who would share the stage in a rotating balance. But before anything else... the show began with AITAF’s Director giving a rundown of their recent and upcoming programming, before she introduced Adam to speak. Annnnd out onto the stage he strode in a black suit and tie (pushing the boundaries of fashion for real) looking so striking and handsome my brain and heart jumped into an overdrive race with each other alsdfjslfjalsdfj :’)))) (Yes, the first moment when I see him in person still makes my heart fly up into my throat.) Most of the audience tried to leap to their feet to give him a standing ovation, before Adam quickly made some slightly panicked abortive hand gestures and everyone sat back down. We were seated so close to the stage that that proximity was really the best kind of intense <3333

First of all, I want to assure everyone that our bb does look like he’s gained some weight back. I think his face looked a bit more filled out than at TIFF (and boy did he fill out that suit just right). Adam recognized all of the active service people and veterans in the audience, thanked the actors and AITAF staff for making the evening possible, and gave his background speech on AITAF’s purpose, journey, and mission. He also spoke a bit about the play that was selected this year, quickly adding “I’ll let the play speak for itself rather than butchering it with my interpretation.” Everyone laughed and my heart was only barely beating under the adoration because at the same time I was getting such a good look at just how big he is, being so close... Not only the height, but the shoulders in the suit and the giant hands that fly around when he’s talking, then he stuffed his hands into his pockets for part of his speech and that just made him look taller and more attractive and alsdkfjalskdjf sir you should really take my health into consideration a little bit!!! ;___;

Fangirl feels meltdowns aside, there were a lot of other beautiful things happening on that stage. It was stirring to listen to Adam introduce the cast (and pronounce all of their names correctly, thank you) with all the deference this play deserves and a cast to do it full justice. In a setting where the audience was largely comprised of a military demographic that is often considered to embody more conservative values, it was poignant to see Adam using his platform in AITAF to push the narratives further and confront the audience directly - not with what separates people, but to draw out the humanity that makes us all so very alike. That is, after all, AITAF’s guiding mission. 

Skipping ahead for a quick moment - one of the actors in the talk-back after the performance brought up how difficult it had been to fund this play when it was first produced in 1959 because investors feared it was “too black” and wouldn’t resonate with audiences. Last night was the most blatant demonstration of how close-minded such fears were, as the almost three-hour long reading kept the audience entirely enthralled, caught up in the humor and the heartbreak and the enduring human spirit that keeps the Younger family’s pride and love for each other in tact; then followed by audience members standing up to share deeply personal and candid accounts of how they saw their own struggles with searching for identity and purpose between military-civilian spheres, and their own experiences of trauma reflected in these complex, lively characters. 

As much as I so enjoyed internally flipped my shit completely getting to hear Adam speak in person at the beginning, it made me more proud than ever to love him as I do when I watched him step back and pass the stage and spotlight to an insanely talented cast of color. AITAF is a force and space that aims for all voices to be heard, and Adam appeared only just enough to underscore and enable that last night.

I hope I’ve already made the point that the cast were simply phenomenal. This year’s performance felt completely different than last year’s in terms of the energy and mood. Last year, Adam and Michael Shannon filled two hours with simmering frustration and aggression that grows increasingly outrageous until it culminates in violence. Adam and Michael moved freely around the stage a lot. I’ll never forget Adam doing handstands, collapsing to his knees right at the front of the stage and his lush long hair falling everywhere (UGH <3), Adam yelling about toast and stealing TVs, barking like a coyote, and finally choking Michael in the final scene. This year, the 9-person-strong cast barely moved from behind their script stands, and yet the emotional impact they delivered was simply stunning. The immediacy of this reading-style performance is just incomparable. I do see a lot of theatre and really enjoy the medium, but watching actors like last night’s cast put on a performance that’s completely uninhibited - completely instinctive and raw - was simply unforgettable. It cuts straight to the emotional core and deepest layer of meaning within the material and the characters. There is nothing between the audience and the existence of these characters’ lives, and the actors lost themselves in the roles completely. It was simply breathtaking to watch, and I couldn’t be more grateful for the opportunity to witness it. Falling in to the Adam bandwagon truly enriched my life in ways I could never have expected

While on the topic of things I couldn’t have expected: Chief among them would be (to be painfully honest) voluntarily attending an event geared for military audiences - and even less enjoying and feeling moved by every second of it. I should probably clarify that although my Dad is a National Guard vet, he rarely speaks about the experience because he was drafted straight out of high school. The memories aren’t easy for him when he knows how close he could have been to being sent to Vietnam; alongside (he admitted to me for the first time following last year’s AITAF show) some amount of guilt towards the friends who were sent and lost their lives. My Dad has never embraced the veteran identity - he felt neither a right nor an affinity to it - and a military settings isn’t one I ever pictured myself feeling comfortable in. And yet, a single AITAF performance was enough to achieve their goal in my heart of building bridges and highlighting commonalities between military and civilian spheres. The military identify is multifaceted, and attending last year’s performance was enough for my Dad to unlock some new acceptance or understanding of that aspect of his own identity. It seemed to let him think of that period in his life in ways beyond antipathy or guilt. It was at least enough for him to open up and speak more candidly to me about his experience than ever before. 

This year’s Q&A was moving, deeply personal, and at times painful. And yet there was truly no better showcase for how a shared experience of theatre can serve to knock down all barriers that might have existed between people when they entered that theatre only hours before.

Highlights:

A man who recently ended his service spoke about how much he connected to the character of Walter Lee in the play. Like Walter, he too feels restless and unfulfilled in his (civilian) job, always feeling like he should be striking out for something more meaningful, something bigger, and never feeling right in his current place. For the audience member, this resonated with his own struggle to find meaning in his civilian life as he navigates the transition of leaving the military. This moved the actor who played Walter Lee (Colman Domingo, who had been TERRIFIC - I mean full-on crying several times throughout the reading) to speak about the personal inspirations and experiences he brought to embodying the character for this setting. Namely, trying to support his veteran older brother’s struggle with drug addiction. As Colman spoke candidly about how the experience with his brother had seeped into his performance, at least two other cast members dabbed tears from their eyes.

The most emotionally difficult and yet moving moment shared throughout the whole theater. A man in the balcony asked for advice on finishing a play that he began writing as a means of trying to process and work through unresolved trauma he experienced in combat zones while deployed. He explained with something of a despairing tremble in his voice that he’s reached a point where he feels emotionally blocked - where confronting the memories of comrades dying in his arms simply freezes him and he can’t seem to move any further. The theater was silent as he had to pause speaking for a moment, audibly overcome for a moment in the effort of speaking and sharing this aloud. Since the speaker was up in the balcony too far back for me to see, I was watching the cast and AITAF team on stage. Being so close, I thought I saw something visibly pass over Adam’s face. Later that evening, the cousin I just reconnected with at this event was the one to bring it up unprompted when she asked, “Did you see his eyes when the man was talking about his struggle to write?” So yes, it’s confirmed, I wasn’t imagining that Adam visibly choked up for a moment listening to this audience member. After the commenter was able to finish speaking, a few cast members responded. Adam, after being silent for most of the Q&A, then held his hand out for a mic and spoke up, telling the audience member something like, “In a way, you’re already doing it. You’re already writing. You’re already processing. I don’t think anyone knows what they’re setting out to write or how it will take shape until they do. But you’re already doing the hardest part.” Then, in a touching moment of connection, another audience member spoke up about a veteran writing group he’s involved with whose members seek to do exactly the same thing. The safe space the questioner was so dearly seeking did, in fact, already exist, and the people were there in that theatre to help guide him towards it. 

I didn’t think anything could have equaled my experience at AITAF’s 10th Anniversary show last year - and yet, last night was every bit as powerful of a performance, followed by a Q&A discussion in which audience members bared revelatory vulnerabilities and saw their own struggles through the eyes of others. My group went to a late dinner afterwards, where we continued discussing the performance, the dialogues thereafter, AITAF’s work in general, and (my favorite) gendered attitudes and embedded patriarchal norms within military settings and how AITAF challenges these norms even while being forced to work within them. 

It was an evening of connections of all types - between people, experiences, and insights. I can’t laud AITAF enough for enabling such valuable and productive exchange, and I hope to experience much more of their work in the future.

(And if performed with a showcase or even a side of Adam, that would be even better! <3)

Thanks so much for reading! : ))