#moondance diner

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tick, tick... boom!

Best musical ever <333

[strangebiology]

La Barge, Wyoming. Population 401.

The Moondance Diner was in Manhattan from 1933-2007, and is where Monica from "Friends" worked, as well as Mary Jane in Spider-Man. It was closed, donated to a museum, and then sold to someone for $7,500. That person then spent $40,000 driving it to La Barge, Wyoming, where it sits in disuse. Sign on the window says it's for lease.

(For Robert Service fans, sadly, no, this is not the "LeBarge" from "The Cremation of Sam McGee.")

[fitsofgloom]

With The Stars Up Above In Your Eyes!

[fandomnerd9602]

Your Spider Monkey

Fem!Peter Parker x Stark!Reader Headcanons

Request by @omniman65

General Headcanons

You met during the events of Captain America Civil War, became fast friends.

Your father Tony Stark assigned you to watch out for Petra. So you ended up being transferred to Midtown High.

You and Petra are the definition of friends to lovers, according to Ned.

You shared your first kiss after you accidentally proposed to her at the Moondance Diner after your last girlfriend broke up with you

She was ecstatic to be marrying her best friend, even if you agreed to wait until your shared second year of college.

First date? A picnic on the A in Avengers Tower.

Favorite date? Watching Star Wars movies and building Lego sets together. Sometimes you’ll help Ned build his Lego Death Star

She loves stealing your hoodies. Makes her feel safe and she loves your cologne, which you stole from Tony.

You’re a wonderful team in combat and in life.

PDA? She loves piggyback rides and cheek kisses. She can’t get enough of your hugs. She loves them from behind too.

In private, she can’t get enough of your kisses. She’ll playfully whine if you don’t kiss her enough in one day. Usually she’ll ask you to make it up the following day.

Tony and Aunt May were so supportive of your relationship. Tony agreed to cover the whole wedding, as long as you and Petra waited until you were in your 20s

Your love is based on mutual love and respect for one another, always seeking to build each other up.

NSFW

Your first time? Your wedding night. It was a little clumsy but you and her were laughing and enjoying one another’s presence.

Petra is super clingy and has a high drive. How else do you think she got the nickname Spider Monkey?

Due to her enhanced abilities, she can go multiple times thru out the day.

Petra is loud and extremely vocal. Her pants, the way she encourages you, it all just gives you more energy

She is a giddy and goofy kind of lover. Petra laughs and giggles as soon as you touch her.

She loves it when you run your hands tenderly over her body in the afterglow, it prolongs the effects for her

Turns ons? You could sneeze and she’d find herself flustered. When you see her passionate about a subject, that turns you on.

Turn offs? Anything that causes harm. She wants your times together to be full of love and adoration.

Secret? She loves to web one or both of your wrists to the bed.

Another secret? She loves to dress up as a powerful sith warrior sometimes ;)

Favorite position? Missionary. She loves being able to look you in your eyes for a mutually beneficial relationship and experience.

Oral? Huge fan of both giving and receiving.

She loves taking gentle showers with you, makes her feel loved.

She’s a cuddler, needing to feel every square inch of you. Even if it’s just cuddles on your couch.

Embarrassing moment? You once found yourselves rolling on the walls and ceiling when you were lost in your passion. Petra still wants to recreate it.

You found out her organic web shooters are actually a sensitive special spot for her.

Kids? Yes. She never gave you a quota on how many she wanted. But with her drive…you may want to save up for several college funds.

[especially-obsessed]

#icanteven

pt. 3

#icanteven - The Neighbourhood 

"I can't even, I can't even believe what you did to me You can't even, you can't even say I'm overreacting I can't even, can't even hear your side Shame on me, you fooled me twice"

Summary: series; Sam cheats on you.

Pairing: Sam Winchester x reader, Dean Winchester x reader

Warnings: descriptions of depression, guilt, anger, infidelity, fluff

Word count: 2.3k

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A Month After

“Dean?” You spoke clearly into the phone. 

“Who’s this?” he responded gruffly, not recognizing your new number. You hesitated, contemplating hanging up altogether. Before you can respond, you hear Dean suck in a jagged breath. “y/n?” he says, barely above a whisper. You let out a sigh of relief, not having to explain who you were to someone you had known so well. 

“Hi,” you replied awkwardly. You can hear Dean let out his own sigh of relief. “Dean, I-”

“Where the hell have you been?” he asks, cutting you off. Straight to the point. Oh-kay.

“That’s not important. But I’m in Kansas right now. About an hour from the bunker. Meet me at the Moondance Diner on 48th Street. 12:30.” you can’t help but bite your lip, waiting for his response. 

“Okay, sweetheart, we’re on-”

“Just you,” you say, your heart lurching at the mention of him showing up with someone else. With him. Dean was silent, choosing his next words carefully. You wondered who else was in the room with him, causing his hesitation. 

“Okay, I’m on my way.” The line disconnected. 

You sat alone in your ‘borrowed’ car, parked somewhere off the side of the road by a cornfield. You were so close to home that you knew these roads like the back of your hand. You could drive to the bunker with your eyes closed from this point. Which also meant that it was not going to take Dean an hour to get to the diner. You put the car in gear and pulled back onto the road. There was no way to tell how Dean was going to react to seeing you. You flipped on the radio to distract yourself from the thought, ignoring the pit that was slowly growing in your stomach. 

“It was her, wasn’t it,” Sam said, rounding the corner of the library. He had been in the hallway when Dean answered his phone. His intuition told him not to walk in just yet. Dean stared at Sam, choosing whether or not to lie to him. He knew he couldn’t get away with it. 

“Yes,” he said dryly. He shrugged on his jacket and made his way to the staircase. 

“I’m coming,” Sam said, grabbing his own jacket off of the table. Dean stopped abruptly, swiveling on Sam, who had quickly closed the distance between them. His boots whimpering against the concrete floor at the sudden change in pace. 

“The hell if you are,” he said. He didn’t miss the hurt in Sam’s eyes at his reaction. “The last thing we need is for her to see you and bolt again. The whole reason she left in the first place was because of you,” he let the last word out with a bite. “So no, you are not coming with me. Let me handle this,” Dean finished, leaving no room for Sam to respond as he continued up the staircase. 

Sam was frozen in place, his eyes glossing over. The bunker door creaked as Dean opened it, and Sam nearly jumped out of his skin as it was slammed shut. Sam set his jaw and took in a deep breath, not knowing what to do with himself.

You chose a table in the very back of the diner by a window. You wanted to see when Dean pulled up in that beautiful car of his. It had been 35 minutes since you called him. And you were actually excited to see him, the feeling taking over your anxiousness. 

The car’s engine alerted you to his arrival before you even looked out the window to see him. You grinned to yourself, knowing who the next bell jingle would be signifying. Sure enough, you watched as Dean glided into the diner, instantly scanning and searching for your face. You pushed back your chair and made eye contact with him. He wasted no time in walking to you and embracing you. You breathed him in deeply, missing every single thing about him. Dean let out a forced chuckle. 

“Hi, sweetheart,” he mumbled into your hair. He let you go and held you at arm's length, scanning over your body, checking for any major injuries. 

“I’m okay, Dean,” you said, wriggling free of his grasp on you and sitting down at the table.

He nodded and sat down across from you. Your waitress showed up with water for both of you, but Dean paid her no attention. He was waiting for her to leave. He was waiting for you to say something. She almost looked disappointed at his neglect. When she finally left, you spoke first. 

“Dean, I’m so sorry,” you started shakily. You could already feel tears pricking at your waterline.

“Where have you been?” He asked you again, more questions lingering behind his eyes. 

“Around,” you state simply. Dean scoffed, opening his mouth to say something when the waitress walked back to your table. She sets down two cheeseburgers with fries and extra onions on the side of Dean’s. He smiled half heartedly at the gesture. 

“You’ve been hiding from us, from me,” he said, pushing his burger to the side. Not a good sign. “It was like we were always two steps behind you. You deliberately picked places we wouldn’t have checked, used aliases that you’ve never had before. You ditched your phone. You went through all of that trouble to just be, what, around.” He scoffed, shaking his head. He was hurt; you could see it plain as day. Running with the Winchester boys as long as you have, you’ve picked up on their tells. Especially Dean’s. His closed-off expressions and backhanded retorts. He wasn’t mad, he was upset. 

“I was running from Sam, okay? I knew you would try to find me, and he would do anything possible to try and talk to me. I just couldn’t face him, Dean. Not after what happened that night-” You cut yourself off, feeling your throat start to close just at the thought. You quickly picked up a fry to try and hide your own pain. 

But Dean knew you just as well.

He wasn’t here to justify his brothers' actions. Far from it. He just wanted to see you. To make sure that you were okay. To bring you back home. 

“y/n, please, you don’t need to keep running,” he said to you. You refused to look up, feelings of guilt and despair circling around in your head as you picked at your burger bun. Dean reached across the table and grabbed your hand, forcing you to look at him. “Stop running. Come back to the bunker with me. Come home,” he pleaded. You could feel the sincerity in his voice. 

“You know I can’t do that. Not while Sam is still there,” you said flatly, pulling your hand free of his. You chuckled, though it was void of anything funny. “And it’s not like you would kick Sam out for me. Not that I would ever ask you to.” You watched as Dean’s shield went back up, trying to mask the pain from his face. He sat back and looked out the window at the diner parking lot, at a loss for words. He knew you were right. He could never choose between you and Sam, and you would never ask him to do so. 

“Dean, I just wanted to meet up with you and tell you that I’m okay. And that I miss you. I miss the bunker, I miss Cass,” you pulled out your phone and typed in Dean’s number, knowing it by heart now. You sent him a text message, saying your first name only. “I just sent you my new phone number. I’ll still be around. We can still talk,” you attempted to reassure him. He looked back at you, his shield still up but faltering. 

“I didn’t save your contact earlier. Figured you used a burner,” he said dryly. You gave him an unimpressed look, like a teenager who was just told their outfit didn’t match.

“Dean, stop,” you said, starting to get upset at his tone toward you. No matter what you had gone through, Dean never spoke to you this way. You clenched your fists, digging your fingernails into your palms, feeling your anger starting to bubble up inside of you. 

“So what, this will be the last time that I see you? I just get your new phone number and then you’re gone?” he continued. Too far. 

“Damnit, Dean, I said stop!” you raised your voice at him, slamming a fist down on the diner table. Breathing deeply, you glanced at the table across from you. The couple quickly looked away, embarrassed to have been caught staring. 

“Are you kidding me?” you asked in a hushed voice. “You honestly think I could go on with my life, never seeing you again?” you asked, surprised by his accusation. Surprised by your own outburst. “No, no, I’m just moving on. I’ll still be hunting, moving around the country again, like before I met you guys.” you fiddled with your fingers, not knowing what else to say. This wasn’t going exactly as you had expected it to. Dean was far more hurt than you had anticipated. “You can always call me Dean. You know, if you needed me, I’d be there in a heartbeat. I just can’t go home.”

You watched Dean’s face as he processed what you had just said. He knew you were hurting. He just always thought that you’d be coming back home one day. There was no use in him pushing you any farther. You had made up your mind, and you weren’t going to budge. He knew you well enough not to push you much more. He cleared his throat and pulled his burger back in front of him. He picked it up with both hands and looked at you over the top of the bun.

“So, where are you headed to next? I hear Florida’s nice this time of year,” he says, taking a bite from his burger. You smiled and picked up another fry, feeling a sense of normalcy sink back in. 

The two of you had been talking for a few hours, discussing everything from music to the restaurant you still wanted to try across the country. You spent time reminiscing about old hunts and people that you had met along the way. Dean asked if you needed any of your things from the bunker, and you shook your head. 

“Clean slate. I traveled with everything that was super important to me. Everything else either belongs in the bunker, with you guys, or in the garbage,” you said, taking another bit of pie. Dean nodded, almost finished with his own. You pushed your plate forward and smiled at Dean. 

“I need to take off,” you said, saying the words that you were both dreading. Dean shook his head again and sat still for a few seconds. He cleared his throat and set down his fork, his chair scraping against the floor as he stood. You mimicked his actions and stood as well. Before you could say anything else, Dean pulled you into a tight hug, nearly knocking the wind out of you. You hugged him back just as tight, though. Everyone else in the diner probably thought one of you was dying. You’d given them quite a show, after all. Dean was the first to let go, pulling out his wallet.

“I’ll walk out with you,” he said, pulling out cash from his wallet. You gave him a funny look. 

“Don’t you dare leave leftovers to that pie, mister,” you said sternly. You smiled at him, feeling tears start to well up. “Plus, I know you want to finish it…and mine.” Dean let out a gentle laugh. 

The reality of it was that if Dean walked out with you, your chances of going your separate ways would start to dwindle. There was a very real possibility that he could talk you into coming back to the bunker, even with as stubborn as you were about the issue. 

“Alright, alright. Don’t be a stranger now, you hear?”

“I know where to find you,” you said, winking at him. 

“Take care of yourself, kid,” he said, barely above a whisper. You smiled before walking away, unable to look at him any longer. You made a point to stop at the front counter before leaving, slipping your waitress money to cover the bill and a little extra. You looked back at Dean as she was finishing the order. He had sat back down at the table and already had his fork in hand, pulling your plate towards him. 

“Here you go, miss,” the waitress interrupted your thoughts. “Have a nice day,” she said with a bright smile, handing you back your change. 

“We’re all set, thank you,” you said politely before turning and heading out the door. You burst through the diner door and got in your car as quickly as possible, feeling your lungs tightening in your chest. Tears had started streaming down your face, but you refused to make a sound. You started your car and pulled out of the parking lot, checking your rearview mirror as you left. Dean had parked the Impala next to your car unknowingly, and it disappeared as you rounded a corner, leaving everything behind yet again. 

“I'm all set for the check whenever you get a chance, sweetheart,” Dean said, finishing off the last bits of your leftover pie. He glanced up at the waitress, now fully appreciating her large bust. He was too focused on you earlier to have even noticed. Wow. 

“The bill’s been taken care of,” the waitress replied sweetly. She set down a to-go box and receipt in front of Dean and wished him a nice day. Dean started to shake his head, thinking she had brought the order to the wrong table.

“I didn’t-” he started, but she was already across the diner, topping off a customer’s coffee. Dean stared at the receipt in front of him, analyzing the faded print on the receipt.  

[Paid for in cash. To-go order added: chicken caesar salad with extra dressing on the side] 

Sam’s favorite.

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When our gazes first met

The moment Baela first met the one who would become her Rider.

This happens way before Correspondence, like they’re both teeny-tiny.

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Warnings: None. Baela's inner monologue makes her out to be way more possessive than she is in the show, but it's my headcanon, butt-off :')

She’d sat on top of a mountain overlooking King’s Landing, wings open to feel the wind extend them further. Baela was angry. Father wouldn’t let her go further than the outskirts of the capital, for apparently important guests would arrive today, and she should be presentable.

So, she’d brought Rhaena with her and went further than their father had agreed, just a bit. Rhaena’s hair floated behind her with the wind, long braids free like a medusa’s arms in the sea. They both looked at the town’s horizon, faces grim. Or, Rhaena’s face was, Baela’s had a snout. She found it quite hard to look like anything when she had a snout, except a lizard, maybe.

‘Dragon.’ An amused thought floated in her head, but she gave it no mind.

It was something she’d grown to accept: the secondary thoughts her mind had. The conversation she could have with herself, or Moondancer, her dragon spirit. They were one, yet two different things at the same time. She’d tried to explain the feeling to her sister one night, unsuccessfully.

“Look!” Rhaena’s voice took Baela outside of her grim remembrances, toward a small delegation making its way into King’s Landing. “Very possibly our guests.”

Baela huffed a bit of smoke at her sister’s giggles. Her annoyance at the stupid-stupid diner coming back again. Had it even ever left her? A sad feeling overtook her at the evidence of having to go back. It wasn't her feeling. It wasn’t not her feeling.

She softly nudged at Rhaena, then gestured with her head to the great behind (her back). Communicating without vocal cords was harsh. But her sister understood nonetheless.

They made their way back to the castle where their father and stepmother had them for the moment (“Why can’t we be at Dragonstone!?”) Once Baela managed to change back to a slightly more human form, the two sisters went to meet the rest of their family.

At fourteen, Baela was good at changing. Usually managing to have most of her skin instead of scales. She always had scales, but it usually stayed on her hands and the back of her neck. Today, turmoil had her heart, and anger clouded her mind, so talons still adorned her fingers instead of nails. She didn’t really care.

Hopefully, it would deter the guests from being too friendly.

Holding on to Rhaena’s arms, as they often did, both sisters trailed behind their cousins, entering the room where the guests waited for them. Daemon and Rhaenyra stood proudly in the room already, and her father smiled at them.

“Ah, here you are, children.”

He ignored Baela’s scowling and turned to gesture at the people standing at the other extremity of the room. Two adults and a child.

Baela’s breath hitched as her eyes caught the child’s. They were much older than her. A deep growl echoed into her mind, and she could only tighten her grip on Rhaena to keep her composure.

‘Ours.’ The voice in her head professed.

And Baela forgot about her anger toward her father, barely able to look at him and away from you, pleading with her gaze. Daemon smirked as if he knew something she wouldn’t learn until later and nodded.

If your father and (apparently) older brother were anything to judge, you would be very boring, but Baela, and more importantly, the spirit ramming at the mental barrier she was putting up, were very much not of this opinion. It wasn’t rational; did it need to be? She would have you, preferably with your consent, but everything could be arranged in her position.

‘We can have them whole.’ Moondancer thinks Baela thinks. 

Somehow, she’s sat on the seat next to you. You smile at her shyly. Well, Baela supposes it’s shyness that is making your head lower. She doesn’t like when you lower your head, but protocol demands that a political bond be made before she can (openly) consider you an equal. 

It’s becoming increasingly harder to not look at you. She was in the middle of killing (again) the very well-cooked meat on her plate when you leaned closer to her. The smell of your perfume (or was it soap?) floating and warming her senses. 

“I heard you liked chess pieces.” You start the conversation in a hushed tone. As if every dragon shifter around the table couldn’t hear you perfectly well, Baela doesn’t comment on it, too happy to find a reason to continue your conversation. She nods. 

“I do.” ‘Rooks. Only.’ Comments Moondancer in her head. You smile, and Baela could swear on her mother’s watery grave that it’s the most beautiful thing she’s ever seen. 

“I’ve had a playset made for you.” You tell her, managing to less than gracefully extirpate a small and lean box made out of a dark wood. Baela glances up at you, talons stretching toward the box hesitantly. 

“For me?” You nod. 

“It’s only one side, the blacks, only. I thought that, maybe, you’d like to have a playset made for your eyes only.” You shrug, eyes shining, leaning back on your chair properly. 

Watching over his daughter, Daemon raised an eyebrow and smirked. “Smart.” He thinks to himself.

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HOLY SHIT moondance diner in friends season 3 episode 21 😱😱😱 jonathan u star

[i-am-the-entertainer]

Tick, Tick... Boom! Filming Locations

Some people have too much time on their hands. I am one of those people.

One of the things I love about Tick, Tick... Boom is the obvious affection the filmmakers have for the NYC theater scene, an affection shared with the film's subject Jonathan Larson. To that end, I recently decided to try to identify some of the filming locations in the film.

One thing that was extremely helpful in this process was the "special thanks" list in the film's credits, which names a lot of the orgs that were used in location shooting and from which I was able to make some really good guesswork.

Note that this is mainly for location shoots. Things like the recreated Moondance Diner, which was done on a set, are not included in this.

508 Greenwich Street - Jonathan's apartment

(from MWhiteShelley on Twitter/X) This is probably the most obvious location: Jonathan Larson's actual address. While interiors of the apartment itself were filmed on a set in a soundstage, it is obvious on viewing the film that there was some location shooting at the building, most prominently in "No More" when Jonathan and Michael enter and climb the stairs.

The Underground Theater at Abrons Arts Center - The musical theater workshop scene

(from their website) You'll probably recognize this brutalist theater from the Stephen Sondheim workshop scene (which, according to this video, was one of the last scenes shot) – it also briefly appears a few shots earlier in the scene where Ira Weitzman is observing Jonathan rehearsing. The Abrons Arts Center is located in the Lower East Side and is part of the Henry Street Settlement.

The Strand Bookstore - "30/90" and Sextet

(From an article by The Guardian, photo by Bruce yuanye Bi/Alamy) The Strand is instantly recognizable to New Yorkers, maybe less-so for others unless you've visited as a tourist. It's a giant independent bookstore located two blocks from Union Square. Prominently featured in "30/90" and visited by Jonathan during the "Sextet Montage" where he tries to sell some of his records.

Teatro LATEA at the Clemente - Susan's dance recital

(from their Instagram) This one was a little harder, because obviously it's just a black box theater and how many of those are there in NYC? What clued me in was 1) the Clemente Soto Velez Cultural and Educational Center, where Teatro LATEA is located, is thanked in the credits and 2) those chairs (a little bit more obvious in this photo). I've seen and worked a fair number of shows in that theater, and as soon as I noticed the very distinctive chairs for Susan's dance recital I was able to look more closely at the scene and immediately could map out the layout of Teatro Latea.

The Delacorte Theater - "Why"

Another easily recognizable location for locals, the Delacorte is the amphitheater where Jonathan sneaks in and sings "Why". It doesn't get named in the film but it does in the stage version.

Hunter College's Thomas Hunter Hall Sixth Floor North Dance Studio - The Superbia workshop

(from Facebook) This was, without question, the hardest location to find. In the film it's identified as being in the Theater District, specifically at Playwrights Horizons (an Untapped Cities article about filming locations even claims this, and uh, basically gets everything wrong). However, if you've ever been to the modern Playwrights Horizons, it looks very different, both on the inside and the outside, and while they do have rehearsal spaces in a slightly less-remodeled building on Lafayette Street, none of the spaces there look like that. The reference to Hunter College in the credits narrowed it down, and then it was just a matter of finding photos of the studios (this gallery of recent restoration work shows the different angles that you will recognize from the movie), discovering an architectural plan of some planned renovations in the building, and then looking out the windows of the building and comparing it to Google Maps street view to figure out which side of the building it was on.

...I have waaaaay too much time on my hands.

I do want to point out, Thomas Hunter Hall is actually located on Lexington Avenue between 68th and 69th, quite a few blocks northeast from the Theater District depicted in the film.

New York Theatre Workshop - The framing scenes

(from a New York Theatre Guide article) The real Jonathan Larson's artistic home, where he performed both Rent and the original version of tick, tick... BOOM! thirty years ago. Both the theater's exterior (at the start of "Louder Than Words") and interior (the tick, tick... BOOM! performance scenes) feature prominently in the movie.

Fun fact: when they were shooting the film in March, they originally planned to film the NYTW scenes inside a recreated set because there was a show playing at the theater at the time (though not referenced in the linked video, I happen to know that the show was Endlings by Celine Song, the writer/director of the recent Oscar contender Past Lives) but when filming restarted the theater was available again because of the shutdown.

Any other locations you recognized that I didn't include? Let me know! Currently trying to figure out where Michael's apartment building (Victory Towers) was located – the scene in the car leading to the arrival at teh building makes me think it's somewhere near Central Park, but that footage could also have been filmed separately.

[ivalice-tifalucis]

I finally bought Rent Filmed Live on Broadway which is the final performance on Nederlander Theatre in 2008 and I understand why many people said this is their favorite. The casts are all top notch. It was well sung, well acted, well improvised. I can see how Michael Greif use this iteration for 2019 Live.

But after watching Tick Tick Boom and got too attached with Jonathan Larson, I can’t accept anyone who said this cast is superior compare to OBC. It’s unfair when the final casts were seasoned actors who some of them have been the understudies and have played their characters multiple times while also excel in other musicals. Moreover, they have been studying and trained for their role like their life depended on it.

Meanwhile, the OBC when they were casted were an ex child actor with dark baggage struggling to get a gig as an adult, a CBGB rock singer who just got his band disbanded, bunch of other struggling theatre school graduates including Jonathan Larson’s co worker in Moondance Diner, cafe and bar mitzvah singer, and a member of comedy group?? Come on!!

Moreover, these are the only cast who met Jonathan Larson in person, invited to his house party, and were told they’re his friends because they’re gonna portray them. The rests are invalid.

[lboogie1906]

Jesse Lamont Martin (January 18, 1969) is an actor and singer. He originated the role of Tom Collins on Broadway in the musical Rent and as NYPD Detective Ed Green on Law & Order and Captain Joe West on The Flash.

He toured the states with The Acting Company. He appeared in Shakespeare’s Rock-in-Roles at the Actors Theatre of Louisville and The Butcher’s Daughter at the Cleveland Play House and returned to Manhattan to perform in local theatre, soap operas, and commercials. Finding that auditions, regional theater, and bit parts were no way to support himself, he waited tables at several restaurants around the city. He was serving a pizza when his appearance on Guiding Light aired in the same eatery.

He made his Broadway debut in Timon of Athens, and then performed in The Government Inspector. While employed at the Moondance Diner, he met the playwright Jonathan Larson. Larson’s musical Rent took the theatre world by storm, with him in the role of gay computer geek/philosophy professor Tom Collins. The update of Bohème earned six Drama Desk Awards, five Obie Awards, four Tony Awards, and the Pulitzer Prize. The West End production of Rent opened with four of the original cast members, including Martin. He played Tad in the concept album of Bright Lights, Big City.

He returned to the stage for one of his biggest theater commitments since Law & Order, performing in the productions of The Merchant of Venice and The Winter’s Tale as a part of The Public Theater’s Shakespeare in the Park. He played the roles of Gratiano and King Polixenes, respectively. The two shows were performed in repertory.

The Merchant of Venice later transferred to Broadway to the Broadhurst Theater for a limited engagement, in which he reprised his role as Gratiano. He took part in a one-night-only reading benefit of Romeo and Juliet to celebrate the 50th anniversary of the opening of the Delacorte Theater in Central Park. #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence

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[id: 15 gifs from tick, tick... BOOM!

1. Jonathan sits, slouched on a subway, then sits up and begins to write on a notepad balanced on his knee.

2. A wide shot of the Moondance Diner, performers dancing outside in unison as sparking text reading, "Sunday" slowly lowers.

3. Jonathan sitting on a black piano on stage, lights bright in the background. He talks into the mic and then sighs.

4. Jonathan talking to Michael across the counter at the Moondance Diner. Carolyn walks behind him as she carries two plates and Freddy carries a tub as he walks by in the background

5. Jonathan stands, bundled in a brown coat, looking at a wall covered in Silence = Death posters. Each poster is black, with pink triangle and white text on the bottom reading Silence = Death.

6. Susan twirls in front of a bright pink mural as Jonathan waves his hands and then runs up to her, kissing her.

7. A flock of birds fly over a park in the city on a cloudy gloomy day.

8. Susan and Jonathan walk through a library. Jonathan twirls suddenly, stopping with his back to a bookshelf as he sings.

9. A shot of Jonathan on stage from behind. He sits on a stool, his back to us. Roger and Karessa sit behind him, closer to the viewer, their backs to us as well. Lights illuminate their sheet music in front of them.

10. A closeup of Jonathan's face, only really seeing his eyes, as he stares intently at something, then turns towards the viewerm

11. Jonathan stands in a doorway leading to the roof. The interior behind him is illuminated in yellow, while the exterior roof around him is a gloomier grey. He talks and shivers animatedly in the doorway.

12. A panning shot of a busy colorful street, moving down the street as the people move.

13. Jonathan and Michael walk down the sidewalk, looking at each other as they talk.

14. Jonathan sits at his desk, computer on. He slumps back, one foot propped on something and an arm resting on that leg as his hand holds his head.

15. A shot of Jonathan shown from above. He sits on the floor, arranging pieces of paper in a semicircle around him. end id.]

Female cinematographers: Alice Brooks, ASC tick, tick… BOOM! (2021) dir. Lin-Manuel Miranda

[apatheticchocobar]

quotes i like

i was in the middle before I knew that I had begun

what are men to rocks and mountains?

make tea not love

i didn't expect a kind of spanish inquisition

you chose books i chose looks

gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss

spain without the

pablo chocobar

odd but harmless

all panic no disco

if not now when

type in small letters because against capitalism

take me out tonight

in a black dress such an actress

for all the people who doubted me, you were right

some people do drugs, i __

i know you can be underwhelmed, and you can be overwhelmed, but can you ever just be whelmed?

i love you, it'll pass

accidental renaissance

if we want the rewards of being loved we have to submit to the mortifying ordeal of being known

random:

moondance diner t shirt

concave mirror

suncatcher

[phiapng]

on an ordinary sunday 🍳

[muffinlove]

Moondance diner in Spider-Man (2002) and Tick, Tick… Boom! (2021)

[fandomnerd9602]

Prom-posal

Fem!Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

You and Petra both could not believe it. You had proposed to her, and despite everything she had said yes honestly the thought of it still made Petra smile a little more and more.

She found herself screaming in delight while working a shift at the Moondance diner, she was so giddy at the mere thought of it.

Any normal girl would consider herself lucky for the fact that she was marrying a stark meaning that she would want for nothing in the world. Not Petra, she was excited because she was marrying her best friend.

She couldn’t help but squeal in delight. She grabbed Betty’s hand and jumped around in the kitchen. And then her boss, Enrique, had to interrupt.

“Yo! Parker! What’s with the jumpin’ jacks?!” his voice thundered.

“Enrique! I’m engaged!” Petra shouted back, excited as ever.

“Yeah. Yeah we all saw the scene.” the man just went back to the grill.

Petra was beyond excited for her marriage to you.

Meanwhile you were with Harley Keener, trying to begin planning the party and ceremony.

“I screwed up” you said kind of upset.

“How?” the young inventor asked with a smirk, “you’re marrying Petra Parker.”

“I ruined my proposal to my best friend”

“Second best friend!” Harley interrupted jokingly.

“I mean…I proposed to her before she even had our prom.” An idea popped into your head, “prom! I need to make my prom-posal to her even more special!”

“Well don’t over think it. And don’t under think it either” your pal offers. “Who can help us?”

Only one name came to mind: Ned Leeds

Would it qualify as kidnapping as to how you got Ned to help you? Put it simply, you saw him walking down the street after school, grabbed him by the backpack and flew back to the Avengers Tower.

“Mr. (Y/N) Stark, sir” Ned said after landing, “that was bot the most terrifying and awesome experience of my life”

“Ned I need your help” you tried to explain only for Harley to come flying in with Michelle in his arms.

“Dude that was weird” Michelle grumbled.

“I need both of you to help me” you tried to explain, “Petra deserves a prom-posal as awesome as her and I’m clueless”

“Whipped” Michelle said jokingly.

“Petra loves Star Wars! And so do i” Ned said with a little nervousness.

“Okay but why?” Michelle asked

“Because I love her and I screwed up the actual marriage proposal” you answered back

“Why?”

“Because she’s the best thing ever in my life and I-I couldn’t think straight when I saw her smile”

“Why” Michelle giggled

“Are you gonna help me or not?!”

“Yeah sure” she said nonchalantly.

That night Petra swung to her apartment and snuck in thru the window, trying to be as quiet as a mouse…or even a spider.

Then aunt May’s voice broke the silence, “Petra, honey, can you come into the living room?”

Busted. Petra thought to herself. She switched into her favorite pair of sweats and hoodie and walked into her living room.

The stereo was playing ‘Always and Forever’ softly. The whole living room was decorated like the Ewok village from Return of the Jedi.

You stood there with a bouquet of flowers and a small smile on your face. “Hey there Spider Monkey” you said softly.

“Hey you” she answered back.

“Petra, I love you so much” you said, “I know I screwed up my proposal and all but-”

“You didn’t.” She answered back with a giggle. “I thought it was just right. I wanna spend my life with you, (Y/N)”

“I wanna spend my life with you too.” You held up the flowers, “and I want to spend prom with you as well. Will you go to prom with me?”

Petra stood there, tears forming in her eyes. She ran forward and jumped into your arms. “Yes. yes! Yes to everything!” she giggled before kissing you. Somehow each kiss with you felt like the first.

Ned, Harley and Michelle each appeared with their own lightsabers and threw confetti.

“Finally.” Michelle said with a little smile.

“Look at my best friend” Ned said with his own smile. “Do you think Y/N will let me be best man?”

“I called dibs dude!” Harley immediately shouted back.

“How about dude of honor?”

“I’ll allow it.”

Not that you or Petra had noticed the argument. The two of you were so busy, lost in each other, lost in this small, infinite moment of happiness.

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[somebluenovember]

This might be just your regular day, but *I just found out* that Mary Jane worked at the same Moondance Diner in Spider-Man (2002) that Jonathan Larson worked at both in real life and in Tick tick BOOM as played by Andrew Garfield and 

I AM HAVING A GREAT DAY just enjoying this little collision of everything.

(also, yes, I had not seen Tobey Maguire’s first Spider-Man before tonight, so what. I was busy in 2002)