i genuinely do not care if the time jump between season 7 finale and season 8 premiere is like 6 months or a year or ten years or that bucktommy will have been dating for centuries in 8x04 or whatever. i dont care about in-show time, i care about the time i had them on screen and i will be pissed af if they move in together that early
The Etherius Theatre is scheduled to perform songs from Финрод at Фэнтези Фест in the Tula region (Russia) on 26 July 2024. The festival has been postponed to 2025.
Performance dates and times are subject to change; please check the original post for up-to-date information.
For a general overview of Tolkien stage adaptations, see this post.
Not gonna lie, the dates totally got away from me and I only just now realized this is TOMORROW!!!
GET YOUR BLAZE ON (though you still need a doctor's note if you want them drugs), GET READY TO CRITIQUE HOW CAPITALISM DIVIDES OWNERSHIP FROM LABOR, AND COME JOIN US FOR PARTY #2!
NO BECAUSE DIFFERENT BEASTS HITS DIFFERENT "My real wife knows I'm not afraid of the water and my real wife knows I have no daughter" (he'd be a great girl dad) ody just becoming more aggressive,the type of aggression athena wanted but he wouldn't give her(My emotions are still all over the place)
[You fear that you are alone, and so much more.]
By Design.
He watches as you write, then collects your answer from shaking hands. He reads your response avidly, though the twisting of your gut tells you he already knew. He confirms nothing, as he does not need to.
“My, my, why are you afraid? Has your nightmare come to haunt you?” You cannot keep yourself from trembling. The Gentleman tuts, then spreads his hands wide in a gesture that sends you reeling further into panic. It is a gesture you know very well. It is a gesture that means horrid things have happened around you, and you have been surrounded by horrors that threaten to turn into waking nightmares. You have not been paying enough attention, have you? What has he been doing around you, when you were too distracted to notice? You try to turn around. You cannot. He chuckles.
“Has the show not been mesmerizing, my dear?” You watch as he tilts his hands and fingers up. By your own volition, you look up as well. Is he pointing to something? You do not see his hand tilt down, but you follow the movement anyways.
None of that was your own volition. Was any of it? You’ve been watching his hands all night. Looking where he directed you to. He’s been controlling you like a marionette, dear. He snaps his fingers, and you feel your strings cut. You whip around, to look at the empty seats. The Attendants are gone. Blood has been spilled in one instance. Clothes and chairs are in disarray in every instance. Papers and pencils are scattered. There is no one behind you. The Merry Gentleman grabs your jaw in an ungloved hand. He faces you back towards him, then twists your head to your left. There is no one beside you. He twists your head to your right. There is no one beside you. He lets go.
A six fingered hand comes down and around, to grab your jaw.