#which also makes it difficult to believe myself

[haemey]

I had a show that was mostly set on a lake. There was fog on the ground with blue lights to make it look like water. This dissipated after about 30 sec, but it's enough to set the scene. We had two wooden piers on wheels, one on either side of the stage, that could be moved in and out of the scene as needed. And one of the characters was a ferryman. He had a little boat, also on wheels, and one of those long sticks to push the boat along like a gondoliere. He would come in on one side of the stage, with some momentjm from bein pushed in by stagehands, then either move to the other side or stop in the middle for an aria or something and then get going again. We also had lights in the back that would move across to make it look like the landscape would pass by. I was able to watch one of those scenes from the audience and it looked so real!

(We also had two guys playing that ferryman character. One was really good at moving the boat, the other... was not. We were three girls who were supoosed to wait on the pier for the boat, get in, help turn the boat around, push off, then listen to him sing in the "middle of the lake" and then get off the boat on the other side. Most of this was no problem, but getting the boat to move again was difficult. The dude who wasn't as good at it regularly steered us towards the trench, or had problems moving the boat after it had come to stand. Once, one of the other girls had to get out and pull the boat to the pier (which, thankfully, got pushed in just a liiittle bit further than usual).)

I once did one where we had no props whatsoever, and basically no stage. We had the floorplan of the building we were in marked on the floor with black tape (it was a white-ish stone floor, we were performing in an old church that had been turned into a concert space). I played an old woman who walked with a stick. Except I had no stick. And we started the performance with all of us lying face down on the floor. So I had to learn to get up with aching joints and a non-existent stick. At one point, we had to touch the non-existent walls of our building. Afterwards, someone Inkne from the audience told me they had to do double takes all the time because they couldn't believe I held nothing. I am still immensly proud of my no-stick skills.

The one I'm working on right now (premiere is next week, whoooo) also has basically nothing on stage, except six chairs. At one point, I build a circle out of them around myself. A loose one. That I can't get out of. It's the cartoon "oh no I cannot get out of this prison where the bars are a meter apart oh noooo" thing and it's ridiculous and it's believable because it's symbolic and it's theatre.

If the performers believe something, the audience will, too.

If the performers don't believe in it, neither will the audience.

But if you do believe it, you can get away with so much bullshit, it's great.

genuinely, i think watching live theatre can improve your media literacy so much

like people who look at doctor who and are like 'lol the effects are so rubbish'

maybe watch a stage play where there's no backdrops and half the characters are played by the same three guys in different hats and maybe you will calm down

[snotty-zombie]

Rageous-tober part 3!!

Day 19: Velchid

Day 21: Vampire

Day 26: Orchid

More under the cut 😉

Day 19: Velchid

This kinda marks the spot where I started doing more and more for each entry and making life so much more difficult for myself haha I started like adding extra little bits beside the main piece just for fun which made the pressure of posting on time a lot tougher (I eventually said fuck it and just posted them late cuz who gives af haha)

I honestly love drawing full bodies of Rhinestone because she wears such bright clothing and accessories all covered in stickers and charms (her miku keychain is based off of one I own myself reeheehee) and she’s always pulling a funny face

Stark contrast to Velvet with her neat pearl jewellery and tidy hair and delicate acrylic nails. I try to make each part of her outfit somewhat matching and colour coordinated because I feel like her and Veneer are so anal retentive about that sort of thing like they FREAK if something is like slightly off like their shoes and top are different shades of black or whatever- exhibit A, Velvet’s witch costume which is all matching colours as well as her lovely nails and ring

Then there on the bonus pics is Vels tormenting the smelly boys as well as some Velstone angst, they’ll be ok

Day 21: vampire 🧛‍♂️ 🦇 🩸

QUITE PROUD OF THIS ONE, would you believe me if I said I finished it back in mid September because I was so excited for Halloween? I didn’t know I was going to be doing an inktober event this year so when I saw the vampire prompt I shoved this in a box to wait until then to post it

Veneer couldn’t decide between being a cowboy or a vampire for Halloween so he had the genius idea of combining both into one costume… a vampire cowboy! Cowboy vampire- either works. Veneer gives me HUGE vampire energy, just the inherent cuntyness of a vampire mixed with Veneer’s annoying teenage sass is chefs kiss- plus he’s as pale as a vampire anyway so no need for makeup

And his smelly hairy werewolf bf that he can drag along with his lasso and order to bite people

Day 26: Orchid Rhinestone!

Kidding the prompt was Orchid but it was referring to the same Rageon so

This is a really big one haha it was just an excuse to vomit some of my Rhinestone headcannons onto a page and it was sooooo fun

Starting off at the top, she’s a big video game person, only things she spends her hard earned cash on are video games and cosplay materials but she’ll never admit it.

Secret Easter egg moment there of her and Veneer from Jobiesayscheese’s fanfic (my favourite ever fyi, you should totes read it), the girls who know, know.

Sea urchin Rhinestone appearance! Will definitely be seeing more of her because I’m so proud of my furry designs for them all haha omfg, she makes rattling sounds when she moves, particularly when her spines aren’t tied back- I’m sure you can imagine the sound they make, sort of like hollow bamboo being clinked together mixed with jewellery tinkling

AND HER COSPLAY YIPPEE YIPPEE YIPPEE (another ten points if you can name all the cosplays) she’s as hands on as it gets, nothing is bought, everything is hand sewn and glued and all that, she does everything by hand with her own patterns (most of the time), she even managed to convince Velvet to let her make a costume for her one time so they could have a couples cosplay. She also does literally every kind of craft out there and is always knitting or crocheting something for her friends or gf to wear like a cute jumper or a warm winter hat (she’s a giver) or felting holiday decorations as gifts :3c

Part 1! Part 2! Part 3! Part 4!

[tryingahandinholdingapen]

it occurs to me that whilst I've read several (tobiizu) fics in which there's mutual secret identity shenanigans, if either of them discover the other's identity without immediately blabbing, it's always Tobirama who discovers Izuna's identity, and not vice versa

to be fair. this does make sense! both from an in-universe practicality point of view and a writer's plot-wise point of view

as far as in-universe practicality goes, since it seems to be generally accepted that it's harder to hide your chakra than more or less any other characteristic, and Tobirama is amazingly good at sensing chakra, it just makes sense logically that Tobirama would catch on to Izuna before Izuna would catch on to him

from a plot-wise point of view, well...look it's far more easy to believe that Tobirama would find out that his rival/lover/partner/?? with the unknown identity is Izuna and immediately go "This Is Fine" and start playing 5D chess with himself to rationalise why he can be pragmatic about having to kill Izuna and yet still care about his 'unknown' fixation, actually. this allows for fun, overly complicated plot stuff!

it's really difficult to believe that Izuna would find out Tobirama's identity and NOT immediately either react 200% based on "this is Tobirama therefore I will instantly go kill him" or "this is my rival/lover/partner and I love him and I KNOW HE LOVES ME (this is a fact of the universe he loves me he would die without me don't breathe a word otherwise or I will kill everyone on this planet and then myself)...therefore the right thing to do after breaking his trust by discovering his identity is to immediately go tell him my identity. and also kiss him" which like. That's also incredibly fun to read but you don't get as much ridiculously complicated shenanigans for the plot or fascinating internal monologues from a POV character doing insane mental gymnastics. it's just instantly All Or Nothing if Izuna is the first to uncover the other's identity

anyway as soon as I realised this about the fics I've read so far I started craving a fic with the same general premise (tobiizu in which they initially hide their identities from each other and THEN become freaks about it AND THEN one (BUT ONLY ONE) of them discovers the other's identity and proceeds to keep that shit to themself)...except Izuna is the one to discover Tobirama's identity first

the thing is I really really genuinely am struggling to imagine a scenario in which this would happen?? like what could possibly lead up to that scenario. convulated enough to make Izuna discover Tobirama's identity first, but to make Izuna keep his mouth shut about it whilst continuing to meet Tobirama?? how

the closest I can think of is like. a really ridiculous plausible deniability scenario, somehow. in which they both KNOW but they're pretending they do not (and the other party may or may not realise their identity has been exposed)

[cesium-sheep]

my lungs feel worse than they did yesterday and I don't have a prednisone dose today to counterbalance it. a christmas catalog arrived in the mail. forget surviving to see another streetlight concert, surviving to see christmas is starting to feel ambitious.

[gatheringbones]

[“My first axiom is that trans misogyny is too ubiquitous to make such lofty distinctions. It sticks to and gums up nearly everything concerning sex, gender, sexuality, race, and class. I don't believe in sorting people's relative degrees of guilt or victimhood through what kind of person they are because that is precisely what trans misogyny does. Worse, doing so makes for resentful, purity-obsessed solutions to social inequities. In truth, everyone is implicated in and shaped by trans misogyny. There is no one who is purely affected by it to the point of living in a state of total victimization, just as there is no one who lives entirely exempt from its machinations. There is no perfect language to be discovered, or invented, to solve the problem of trans misogyny by labeling its proper perpetrator and victim. Nor is anyone's degree of safety or harm determined or assigned in any final way, whether at birth or through the allegory of socialization. There are, likewise, no biologically static, inherent attributes from which to extrapolate anyone's deservingness of recognition, freedom, or quality of life, let alone their fantasized inherent criminality or power. Every attempt to legislate how the world ought to be by pretending to innocently describe its normative rules will fail to deliver, as all idealizations do in their overconfidence. This book is critical in its procedures of analysis, but it is also, crucially, empiricist in its reliance on the evidence of the past.

The present era of screeching moral panic, frothing authoritarianism, and endless crisis in the capitalist system has been unkind to us all. Lately I've reflected on how brittle I've become, at least by some measures. When the stakes are set so permanently high as life or death, catastrophe or salvation, it's difficult to front the cost of vulnerability, including the vulnerability needed to inhabit uncertainty or tender provisional thoughts. It feels immensely difficult to risk being wrong today, especially in public, and I'm not immune. I've found myself saying less outside of the labored prose of my research and scholarship, which builds in a million opportunities to choose my words carefully. (This book is one example of that, to be sure.) The debate club of what remains of the public sphere is a surreal nightmare. For every right-wing pundit or liberal launderer of extremism whose vitriol splatters on the windshield of my public-facing self, there's the symmetrical rudeness and aggression of people I don't know, but who seem otherwise to be in the struggle with me. Moral panics are not restricted to anti-trans projects. There are queer moral panics and even trans moral panics directed intramurally at ourselves, by ourselves. And though they hurt differently because they are seldom backed by the overwhelming force of the state, they do wound in a manner the people explicitly dedicated to the fool's errand of my eradication cannot.”]

jules gill-peterson, from a short history of trans misogyny, 2024

[seveneyesoup]

ngl i’m still worried. like i Do have complete faith in ncuti gatwa but what i Don’t have is much faith at all in rtd’s writing about race

[seariii]

I was stressed but now i'm more chill and really sleepy...

[saturatedsinset]

earlier tonight (it's 4am and I can't sleep, kill me) I left the room to have a bath and my grandma and Lucy spent that time talking about me in a really positive way 😭 Lucy told me what my grandma said about me and I keep rereading the text and just tearing up. it's so validating and to hear the things I've doubted myself with and the things I've been afraid to express brought up independently of me. I feel like my feelings and experiences are more. real. somehow

[adore-gregor]

ugh

[nbstevonnie]

since i know that tumblr is going to ignore the fact i put a readmore there i guess i'll just talk in the tags

edit: how did i literally know you were going to do that tumblr, why are you like this. take two. not that it matters since it's all in the tags anyway.

[fantasy-costco]

I think if a tumblr user says anything about history they should include Chicago style citations in the post. This is also true for other areas of study but I don't really know much about those so I only get filled with a blind rage when history posts are wrong. So that's what we need to fix first. For me.

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[save-mohamed-family]

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[bungdeetle]

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[neon-danger]

Sleep really does help the "everyone hates me, I hate me" feeling. It also kills my motivation to do things, oh well.

I will say changing the language I use about myself and remembering that assuming my friends secretly hate me is kinda mean really helped me recognize my own self worth

So even when my brain is having A Moment I still know it’s not really a reflection of who I am as a person, but a consequence of the mental illness Im still learning to cope with, even on the meds

[aboalwaleed]

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