#led theatre lighting

[cyberpunk-r-j]

Finally done, at least the first pass of, writing cues for the show.

[sandwhich-lady]

Currently thinking about the time that I insisted to my parents that we go to knotts scary farm, completely underestimated the scare factor, and was scared shitless the entire time

Went to the first haunted house, hated it, didn’t go into another one until near the end of our trip and it was one of those interactive one where you get a weapon and stuff, and I got the bright idea that reciting a monologue from the play I was doing (shout out to The Passage by Robert Lawson) would help me get through it and be less scared (it did)

So shout out to the scare actors that had to deal with a 15 year old theatre kid scared out of their mind firing a toy gun at them while screaming “AT SEA ONE DAY. YOULL SEE LAND WHERE THERE IS NO LAND. AND ON THAT DAY AHAB SHALL GO TO HIS GRAVE. AND ALL, ALL SAVE ONE WILL FALL”

[william-austin]

everyone in my house is sleeping rn and being totally honest and hour ago I acted out the whole entire first act of hamilton

[jeronimoroe]

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[cyberpunk-r-j]

Programming LEDs

So, progress. I now have 2 LED runs (multiple strips in serial) working on the board, with presets created. I also have the framework for how I'm going to build the cue list. I have a playlists.json file with an object with named playlists. Currently I have been able to test with

jq '.FriarCSMtoLSM' playlists.json |xargs -0 curl 'http://192.168.86.28/json' -H 'Content-Type: application/json' --data

Where "FriarCRMtoLSM" is a named playlist that combines the presets to create the effect. It gets POSTed to the board and it runs!

For the cue list, I will have an array of the named playlists in order. When a cue is called it will look up the named playlist and send it.

I have 2 more runs to add, and a bunch more presets, and playlists to create, but I am now confident about the software. (There is a fugly workaround that I will have to use to get all of the chasers running at the same speed, involving "virtual" leds and a big array , but I've tested that on one strip, so it will work with the others)

The big scary bit for me will be moving from desktop work to the real installation with the longer runs to the first LED.

[intotheseaofeternity]

[greengoblinswifey]

I need more Pope Heyward smut pls

summary— after a surf-off with Pope, you find yourself drawn to him in ways you didn’t expect. you invite him back to your place, where a shared shower leads to an intimate connection.

warnings— sub!pope then kinda dom!pope, dom!reader, oral, face sitting, hand job, praise kink, mentions of good boy, squirting, unprotected sex.

a/n— sorry for taking so long to answer this, i’ll be faster next time!

The sun was high, casting golden light across the waves as you stood at the edge of the surf, surrounded by kooks and pogues. You couldn’t help but steal glances at Pope as he paddled out, his focus intent on the waves. When he caught you watching, he flashed a quick smile that sent a small thrill through you.

He wiped out on a wave just as some of the kooks, including Ruthie, burst out laughing. “Heyward, you should stick to your side of the island!” she jeered. They were enjoying themselves a little too much, but before you knew it, you stepped forward and spoke up, voice steady. “Enough, he’s doing great.”

The laughter faded, and they threw you surprised looks before shrugging it off and talking amongst themselves. When they turned to leave for Topper’s place, you stayed behind, waiting for Pope as he wrung out his shirt, breathless from the surf.

“You’re not going to Topper’s?” he asked, an almost hopeful edge to his voice.

“Nah. Thought I’d skip it,” you replied with a shrug. You hesitated, then added, “I have some beers back at mine if you want to join me. And there’s a movie theatre downstairs if you wanna watch a movie later.”

He cleared his throat, eyes widening just a bit. “Uh, yeah, I’d like that. Thanks.”

At your place, you two settled onto the large back porch with beers in hand, the conversation flowing as naturally as the tide. You laughed over each other’s stories, and the sun had just begun to dip below the horizon, casting the island in warm amber.

“Thanks for sticking up for me,” Pope murmured, his eyes softening as he looked at you.

You shrugged, brushing a piece of hair behind your ear. “Someone had to. They don’t know you like I do.”

Your hand brushed his, and the light, easy laughter between you stilled, replaced by a heavy silence. You watched him, heart racing as his gaze dipped to your lips. “I- I don’t usually end up here,” he admitted, almost in a whisper.

You smirked, feeling bolder than ever. “Maybe you should.”

Without another word, he closed the distance between you, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was gentle and intense all at once. You melted into each other’s arms, the sound of the waves a soft backdrop to the moment you’d both been waiting for.

You broke the kiss, breathless, and flashed him a mischievous grin. Leaning down, you started kissing along his neck, feeling him tense under you. Each time you shifted, his quiet moans escaped, his voice soft but full of need. You couldn't help but smile against his skin, murmuring, “You make such pretty sounds, you know that?”

His cheeks flushed, and he looked up at you, completely caught in the moment. Taking his hand, you led him through the house and upstairs to the bathroom connected to your room. In the bathroom, you turned to face him, feeling the warmth between you grow. With a gentle pull, you stepped back toward the shower, turning on the water and letting the steam fill the room.

As you let the water wash over you, he joined you, eyes full of awe. He was practically speechless, captivated by the sight of you in the soft light and steam, naked in front of him.

As you turned to face him, you noticed his breath hitching and his cheeks flushed. Smiling, you grabbed the soap, lathering it up in your hands before gliding them over his chest, feeling each tense muscle beneath your fingers. He let out a gasp as you moved lower, his breaths growing shallow, trying to stifle the soft moans slipping past his lips.

He stuttered, eyes meeting yours with a mix of need and hesitation. “Can- can I touch you?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper. You leaned close, murmuring seductively in his ear, “Only if you cum for me like a good boy.” You continued the teasing motion, moving your hands up and down on his rock hard cock, drawing out each gasp until his voice broke in a quiet plea. When he asked for permission, you nodded, feeling the weight of the moment settle between you as he surrendered completely.

Afterward, he reached for you, fingers trembling slightly as he trailed kisses along your neck, his hands moving with a gentleness that was all his own. Taking the soap, he carefully lathered your shoulders, moving down slowly, his eyes never leaving yours. When the shower ended, you both stepped out and wrapped in towels, drying each other off with soft, lingering touches.

You led Pope into your room, glancing back with a teasing smile. His gaze was soft yet filled with anticipation, and you could feel the electricity between you. He stepped closer, reaching out to gently pull you into his arms, his touch careful and almost reverent.

“You’re so so beautiful,” he whispered, almost in awe, and you felt warmth spread through you at the tenderness in his voice.

Leaning up, you pressed a soft kiss to his lips, letting it linger as his arms tightened around you. When you pulled back, a mischievous glint appeared in your eyes.

“Think you can keep up with me?” you teased, your voice playful yet inviting. Pope chuckled, his cheeks flushing slightly.

“I’d do anything for you,” he replied earnestly, his hand finding yours and giving it a gentle squeeze. “Anything you ask.”

“Then show me,” you murmured, guiding him back, savoring every moment together. His shyness faded with each kiss, and in his gaze, you saw only admiration and desire, making every shared moment feel even more meaningful. “Make me feel good.”

Pope was much stronger than you evidently, this was proven much further when he lifted you up by your thighs into the air making you squeal. “Oh my- Oh my god Pope?!”

He chuckled and you gasped in surprise as his mouth came in contact with your core. He had you hovering in the air as he ate you out. He licked and suckled on your clit like a man possessed, like your pussy was the only thing that could satisfy the primal hunger in him. All you could do was hold on for dear life as he ravished you.

Swiftly, he laid on the bed, making sure your pussy landed right in his mouth. Your gasp and moans filled the room as you writhed under him, unable to focus on anything else but the feeling of his tongue buried deep inside you before it flicked your clit and sent surges of pleasure throughout your whole body.

“Taste so good baby, so fucking good,” he groaned beneath you, slipping a finger in as he focused on your clit.

“Mhm- I think I’m gonna cum Pope, or pee, wait I have to get up,” you gasped.

Pope smirked under you, knowing what was about to happen. You tried to get up from off him but he held you firmly down on his face ravishing you as the urge to pee became unbearable.

“Pope!” you moaned, feeling fluid spurt from your pussy in what felt like showers. You hadn’t peed tho, you squirted. For the first time too. He continued licking and sucking the remnants of your juices from your pussy before finally allowing you to breathe and get off his face.

“That was so hot, was that your first time— you know?” he asked.

You nodded breathlessly before capturing his glistening lips in a heated kiss. You were all you could taste on his lips.

“Alright you had your fun, my turn.” he smirked. You loved the sound of that.

He hovered above you, using the head of his leaking cock to tease your pussy as you writhed underneath him. “Beg me,” he said, making your eyes widen, “beg me to fuck you.”

He was playing the same game you did with him and you loved it.

“Please Pope, put it in, fuck me baby,” you begged.

He slowly pushed into your leaking cunt, clearly satisfied and you arched into him, your body on fire already.

“That’s it, what a good girl, take it all,” he cooed, inching his very long dick inside you. When he was finally inside, you both paused, savoring the moment of him being inside you for the first time.

“You’re so deep,” you whined.

“That’s right baby, so deep inside this pussy.”

He started moving, thrusting inside you at a steady pace as you wrapped your neck around him. You stared into his chocolate brown eyes, taking in the fine specimen of a man above you as he started to pound into you harder. You almost couldn’t take it.

“Sorry baby, you just feel so good, so fucking wet, I have to go faster.”

You nodded and gasped as he picked up the pace, pounding into you roughly as the sound of skin slapping and both your almost pornographic moans filled the room. He sucked on your nipples, biting gently and swirling his tongue them as he reached down and rubbed your clit fast. Before long, you clenched around his hard cock, squirting again.

He looked down, smirking at the soaked sheets and his torso smeared with your fluids. You didn’t think you could go anymore and he picked up on it, laying gentle kisses all over your face as he chased his own high.

“Where do you want me to cum beautiful?” he asked, between panting.

“On my face.”

He pulled out quickly and came exactly where you asked. You played with his balls and stuck your tongue out, catching the ropes of cum in your mouth as everything spurted out.

“I- I’m coming so much for you beautiful, fucking hell,” he panted.

“Good boy, you’re such a good boy.”

[deanssluvr]

Maybe a Joost Klein x Broadway reader

Where the reader is a Broadway star and for some reason Joost is in New York and he decides to see a show and when he sees the reader preform he’s smitten and maybe the next day or so they run into each other what he doesn’t know is that reader knows who he is and is also a fan

i have found her

pairing: joost klein x broadway actress

word count: 1.8k

warnings: none

a/n: as a theatre kid I was so happy to get this request. I hope I did it justice.

With his New York show now finished, Joost had a few days to enjoy the unfamiliar city. When exploring he found fun things to do like trying new foods, seeing a bunch of landmarks, doing a helicopter tour, and a bunch of other experiences the city had to offer. One night his friends offered to take him to see a musical. He had never been into theatre that much, but was open to the opportunity. His friend told him they were going to see Cinderella. He was very familiar with the story and had seen the movie many times, but was excited to see it nonetheless.

They went down Broadway to the theatre where the show was being performed. The street was so full of life that it was overwhelming. The sound of traffic, the blaring wails of sirens, and the chatter of people as they walk past. Blaring neon lights surround them as they decorate all, luminous buildings. All advertising the latest entertainment. The smell of street food mixed with the many perfumes and colognes of passersby engulfed his nose. They were stopped for a moment when they came across a street performer who was performing music. They stayed for a moment before dropping a few dollars into his case and continuing their way to the theatre.

Outside the theatre was a large crowd trying to push their way into the theatre. Everyone was eager to get in. Finally, it was Joost and his friends' turn to present their tickets to the ticket taker. Once inside, they were greeted by a beautiful lobby. It had white marbled walls and floors lined with velvet red carpet. They were handed playbills as they walked further into the building. His friend looked down at his ticket and led them up a set of stairs that led to where their seats were located. They had very good seats. They sat towards the house's middle and close to the front. As they waited for the show to begin, he flipped through the playbill. He landed on the pages that displayed the cast. His eyes scanned the page until they stopped on your picture. He thought you were absolutely beautiful, especially your smile. He read your name and then your role as “Cinderella”. He was more excited to see this show now. He was so captivated by your beauty that he lost interest in the playbill. He couldn't wait to catch a glimpse of you on stage.

Meanwhile, you were in your dressing room warming up one last time. Though you had performed this show 4 times in front of an audience already, you still were a bit nervous. Nut at the same time you were always excited to perform.

“Hey. Places were called a few minutes ago.” Your friend popped her head in.

“Oh shoot. Thanks.” You took one more sip of water before rushing off to places.

In the audience, Joost and his friends were discussing what else they planned to do with the time they had left in the city. There was a moment of silence as the house lights dimmed and the crowd grew quiet. During the opening of the curtains and the beginning of the orchestra's music, his anticipation grew. You took a deep breath and ran out on stage like you always do. Joost's eyes lit up when he saw you. The performance began and you felt a wave of energy wash over you. As the show went on he was mesmerized by you. He loved your voice. When you sang it sounded so powerful yet graceful. Then came the scene where you transform into the Cinderella gown. You proceeded to spin and pull off the peasant costume, revealing the gorgeous gown underneath. The transformation first took him aback, and a look of shock covered his face as he saw you in this new costume. The way you sparkled under the lights entranced him. You were the only thing he could focus on for the rest of the show.

Bows started and you were anxiously waiting in the wings for your turn. The energy was unmatched at this moment. The relief of finishing a show and going to take your bow. It was always your favorite part. You walked out on stage with your co-star and he took his bow first. Then it was your turn. The applause was wonderful. The house lights were brought up slightly, so you were able to see many of the faces in the crowd. Joost was standing and cheering like everyone around him, but for some reason, he caught your eye. He looked familiar to you, but you couldn't put your finger on it. You made eye contact with him in the audience for a moment, and you smiled sweetly. It was as if the world momentarily paused, and everything faded into the background. You continued looking through the crowd, smiling and waving.

After the show, Joost and his friends were back out on the streets walking back to their hotel. His friends were discussing the show and how they enjoyed it. But his mind was somewhere else. He couldn't stop thinking about you. He wanted to know more about you, and more importantly, he wanted to see you again. Once he made it back to his room, he showered and settled comfortably in bed. Though it was getting late, he wasn’t ready to go to sleep. So he grabbed his phone from the bedside stand and decided to do some harmless digging. He opened Instagram, and easily found your page since you used your name. He scrolled through some of your pictures.

The next morning the sun peeking through the curtains woke him up early. Rubbing his eyes, he turned over to the bedside table and picked up his phone. Squinting slightly, he opened his phone to search nearby cafes. There were a lot of options, but just picked one that was within walking distance. He got out of bed and went to the bathroom to freshen himself up. As he was brushing his teeth, his mind wandered back to you. Specifically, he thought about the very brief look you gave him last night. Of course, you could’ve been looking at anyone in the audience, but he was sure it was at him. He also swears that you smiled at him. And his mind races, replaying the moment over and over, each time finding new details to cherish; The way your eyes crinkle at the corners, the slight tilt of your head, the warmth radiating from your expression. That moment warms his heart whenever he thinks about it. He realized how long he was taking and quickly finished up. He stepped out of the bathroom and dug through his suitcase for something to wear. Once he put together an outfit he was happy with, he started to make his way to the cafe.

The walk to the cafe wasn’t bad. He enjoyed seeing the many sights of the city. The sun was out, warming everything up in contrast to the chill from last night. He put in his earbuds to avoid the overwhelming noises around him. On his way, he passed up many stores such as a bustling deli with a line going outside and a souvenir shop brimming with NYC memorabilia. He watched the signs carefully as he did not want to pass up his destination. It was a nice 10-minute walk before he finally made it. He almost missed it as it blended in with most of the other buildings surrounding it. When walking inside he was greeted by the smell of coffee and various baked goods. Looking around he saw that it wasn’t busy. Only a few people were in line and a handful of people sitting at various tables. Some are on their laptops, others just enjoying the atmosphere. It was rather quiet other than hushed conversations and orders being communicated. He stepped in line and read over the menu. While his mind was on the menu, he hadn’t noticed someone walking in. It was you. You wanted to grab a coffee before the matinee show. As you waited in line, you noticed who was in front of you. Although you were looking at the back of his head, you were almost sure it was Joost Klein. You started listening to his music recently and quickly became a fan. There was no way to know if it was him unless he turned around. You were too nervous to talk to him though, but you didn’t want to miss this opportunity. So you lightly tapped on his shoulder and he turned around, pulling his earphones out.

“Hi. I’m sorry, I don’t mean to bother you. I just wanted to want to say that I’m a fan of your music.” He stood there speechless, which made you more nervous. But what you didn’t know is that he hadn’t stopped thinking about you since last night, and now you were standing in front of him. Sure you were beautiful on stage, but he thought you were even prettier up close. There was a moment of silence between the both of you before he spoke.

“I saw you last night. In your show.” He smiled as he thought back to your performance. “You were amazing and you have a beautiful voice.”

You smiled sheepishly as you thanked him for the compliment. Then you think back to last night’s show. Specifically the bows and the man you made eye contact with. You looked at him, realizing that it was him.

“Wait. I think I remember seeing you in the audience.” At first, he was a bit shocked, but happy that you remembered the brief moment you both shared. “I couldn’t recognize you at first, I’ll admit. But now I’m happy to know it was you.” He chuckled.

Your phone buzzed in your pocket and you took it out, reading the message. Your director wanted to change something and needed you for rehearsal. You sighed before looking back up at him.

“I’m sorry but I have to go. Last minute rehearsal.” You were bummed that this interaction had to be cut short.

“Oh, that’s fine.” He didn’t want this to be the last time saw you. “Hey, can I get your number? I want to see you again.”

You nodded trying to contain your excitement. Him wanting to see you again made your heart flutter. You both exchanged numbers and said your goodbyes before you left the cafe. As you make your way through the bustling city, your phone vibrates again. You opened it, reading the message from an unknown number.

Good luck with your rehearsal today and the rest of your shows. I’d like to take you to dinner the next you're free.

You responded quickly.

I’d love that.

And that was all you could think for the rest of the day.