#winter garden theater

[tourist-gengar]

This was the main reason we were going to New York; my sister really loves Back to the Future, and really wanted to see the musical. It was an absolute blast, and the effects were amazing! I really enjoyed some of the comedic moments with Doc and Marty (it kinda felt like they were trying to make each other laugh and I loved it, lol),

“This was our view from our seats!”

As I was typing this, my sister informed me that they’re going to close it down in January because the show isn’t making enough money to offset the cost to run it. If you have the chance to see it before it closes, definitely go for it. It’s one hell of a ride!

[newyorkthegoldenage]

Josephine Baker during her Ziegfeld Follies performance of "The Conga" at the Winter Garden Theater, February 11, 1936. Her appearance in Broadway's "Going to Town" was the first since she left the United States ten years before.

Photo: Associated Press via the Sarasota Herald Tribune

[cavettrobert]

Betty Buckley (AI Facsimile) delivers a breathtaking performance of “Memory” as Grizabella in this homage to the beloved musical “Cats!”

[xdoublev]

A dream three years in the making ❤️

[tangledinourstrings]

グリム名作劇場: 夏の庭と冬の庭の話 (Grimm's Fairy Tale Classics: Beauty and the Beast, 1988) directed by 斎藤博 (Hiroshi Saitō)

[terrificallytoni]

Back to the Future on Broadway

[obwjam]

Have you seen Beetlejuice the musical at all? I would love to hear your g/t headcannons about it if you have!

ugh i wish i have but no 😩 it seems like a g/t treasure trove though

[rabbitcruiser]

World Theatre Day

Magical places where stories come to life, the stage is a portal to other worlds, transporting audiences by the power of live performance.

Dating back a few thousand years, theatre is a unique and interesting part of culture that has certainly evolved over time. The word “theatre” gets its roots from an ancient Greek word that means “a place for seeing”, and that definition continues to be meaningful today. Even after so many centuries, theatre continues to be used as a way to not only tell stories and see things, but to make an impact on culture and society at large.

Whether writing and directing, producing and acting, creating beautiful costumes or doing lighting and scene design, theatre is a medium of art that requires a wide range of talented artists involved in a variety of ways. And World Theatre Day is here to show appreciation for those who give their time and talent to make the show go on.

History of World Theatre Day

World Theatre Day was initiated in 1962 by the International Theatre Institute (ITI) as a day to pay respect to and celebrate the beauty, creativity, hard work and artistry that goes into all of the aspects of theatre production. And it was meant to remind people about the great power that theatre can bring about, whether it is celebrated locally or globally.

Today, the World Theatre Day continues to be sponsored by ITI, which is the World Organization for Performing Arts, and the day also under the patronage of the United Nations Educational, Scientific, and Cultural Organization.

In 2022, World Theatre Day celebrated its 60th anniversary with a worldwide online celebration. The Opera, Theatre and Festival Director, Peter Sellers, was the host of the event and offered the annual message. In addition, the celebration included a platform for theatrical expression that offered performances from 37 different emerging artists that hailed from countries all over the globe. These performances were recorded and broadcast on the ITI website so that they could be viewed from anywhere in the world.

World Theatre Day continues to be an important time to celebrate each year for those who support and love the theatre. Patrons of local theatre, costume designers, musicians, script-writers, set designers, actors and so many others will take delight in raising awareness for the observance of this day that is so vital to the arts.

World Theatre Day Timeline

1000 BC

Ancient Greek theatre begins 

Plays for entertainment and education are based on ancient myths or legends.

1599

Shakespeare’s Globe Theatre opens 

After the lease on their previous theatre wasn’t renewed, the Shakespeare company builds and opens their own theatre in London.

1600s

Kabuki Theatre begins in Japan 

This form of Japanese dance-drama becomes known for its heavily stylized performances.

1735

First theatre opens on Broadway 

Theatrical activity begins on New York City’s famous Broadway.

1962

First World Theatre Day is celebrated 

Founded by the International Theatre Institute (ITI), the first World Theatre Day is observed by the international theatre community.

How to Celebrate World Theatre Day

Have tons of fun enjoying World Theatre Day with a delightful variety of ways to celebrate. Get started with some of these ideas:

Visit a Local Theatre

World Theatre Day brings with it an amazing opportunity to enjoy and celebrate by catching a show – or even a couple of shows! Whether the show takes place on the day or sometime near it on the calendar, a perfect way to celebrate would be to book tickets for an onstage performance. No matter if it is a comedy, tragedy, musical, drama or even an opera, viewing a theatre performance live and in-person is the best way to pay homage to this amazing form of art.

Supporting the arts locally is a great way to celebrate and raise awareness for the day. It might be a play put on by an elementary school or high school, or it might be a community theatre. Even better than showing support by buying tickets to just one show, go ahead and enjoy the fun of season tickets for the whole family!

Get Involved with a Local Theatre

The need for talented people to volunteer is a vital part of putting on local community theatre shows. Those who are performers may be interested in trying out for a lead role or just a supporting part. Musicians might want to try out to be part of the orchestra or band ensemble for musical performances. Graphic designers might even be needed to design marketing items.

And those who don’t feel artistic in those ways don’t need to be left out! Administrative folks can work with the advertising crew or ticket sales team to make sure the box office runs as smoothly as possible. Everyone is needed to pull off a great show, and World Theatre Day is just the time to get involved.

Catch the World Theatre Day Message

Each year, it is tradition for the International Theatre Institute to provide a message that brings greetings and encouragement for those who are involved with, or simply appreciate, the theatre in its various forms. The theme promoted for World Theatre Day is the same each year: Theatre and a Culture of Peace.

These messages are typically translated into a variety of languages so that people from countries and cultures all over the globe can hear, understand and enjoy. Today, it is easier than ever to get access to these annual messages because they are recorded and placed online at the World Theatre Day website.

Raise Awareness About World Theatre Day

One important part of keeping theatre alive is by sharing with friends and family members about the importance of theatre in the world today. Learn some factors about why live theatre is so important in the digital age, and then perhaps share them to start a conversation with others.

Perhaps some of these ideas would be good for starting an encouraging conversation about theatre in honor of World Theatre Day:

Live theatre helps promote social dialogue, discourse and possibly social change. Theatre can be used to identify and address problems, listen to opposing points of view and create opportunities for self-examination.

Theatre promotes literacy and education. Students who are involved in the theatre have been shown in studies to have better academic performance at school.

Live theatre creates community. Reminding people that they are not alone, theatre builds opportunity for people in groups and communities to collaborate and enjoy shared experiences with others. It’s a way to promote human connection not only with the cast, but also with a live audience.

Theatre helps to open minds. Offering unique and different perspectives on a vast array of topics, theatre brings people the opportunity to see the world from a different point of view with new and diverse voices.

World Theatre Day FAQs

Can theatre change the world?

For centuries, theatre has been a part of cultural and social change, raising awareness and inspiring people to take action.

Can theatre help with anxiety?

One study shows that some teens who struggle with social anxiety have found improvisational theatre to be helpful.

When did theatre start in Greece?

Theatre in Ancient Greece started around 1000 BC.

Is theatre a sport?

Although it is not necessarily athletic, some people consider theatre to have the attributes of a team sport.

Are theatres cold?

Many theatres are air conditioned and can be cold, so it’s good to dress in layers.

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[waves-against-a-cliff]

After the end - Post-apocalyptic Omegaverse AU

Summary - You missed the end of the world. Fine by you. You thrived in your new surroundings, content to be on your own. Until something happens during your third winter.

Tags - Omegaverse (duh), alpha/beta/omega dynamics, non traditional dynamics, all of the 141 are alphas, you're an omega. Eventual smut, dub-con, knotting, mating press, polyamory, alphas love alphas. Uh... This came to me in a fever dream. Consider this a prologue. 141 x reader

You think you're pretty lucky all things considered. You had always been self sufficient and your childhood gave you skills you were able to call on after the entire world shat itself. To be honest, you hadn't even noticed the world had completely gone to ruin until you tried to call your pharmacy to refill your heat and scent suppressants.

The line was dead. So you called the grocery store. Dead. The movie theater, the diner, the post office. Dead dead dead. Panic seized you by the throat and you dropped your home phone onto the ground. You splashed cold water onto your face and looked into the mirror with puffy eyes and shaking hands.

What were you going to do? The world couldn't have ended. Right? You should have noticed sooner. "Fuck," you said, pulling on your shoes and grabbed your car keys, you got into your car, "fuck!"

As it turns out, you did in fact miss the ending of the world. You yelled obscenities and banged on your steering wheel. The entire small town you lived near was deserted. Windows were boarded up and cars were parked by the road with tires missing or windows smashed in.

You missed the entire end of the world.

As it turns out, the end of the world wasn't that bad. Nothing really changed. Well besides the rarity of getting your hands on heat suppressants and scent blockers. The first week after you finally got caught up on the whole "the world has ended" thing you raided.

You avoided using your car after you got a mild scare that someone else had been attracted to the noise. Hiding in the very smelly gas station bathroom while you listened to the sound of boots crunching on glass was enough to teach you that lesson.

You tore apart the pharmacy the first week, finding what had to be at least four months worth of scent blockers and nine months of heat suppressants. You took everything you deemed useful and stuffed it into your backpack before hiking back home.

You set up a routine, patrol the forest edge twice a day, care for your garden and check any trap for animals to eat. Self sufficiency had never been such a blessing.

It was the middle of winter three years later when you first saw them.

Men. No, not just men. Alphas. Their scent almost made your knees buckle when you smelt it down wind. For a moment your mind went hazy as their smells flooded your mind until that part of your brain that had been responsible for your survival kicked back in.

Alphas. In your territory. Your territory. It felt like a crime and you felt your inner omegas turmoil. As you watched the four men walk down the road that led into town through your binoculars you debated on what you should do. Run, flee while you are down wind. With shaky hands, whether from the cold or fear you didn't know, you climbed down from the perch you were on and sprinted back home while doing your best to cover your own tracks.

You went in circles, outside in the cold long past when your hands and feet had gone cold. But you were sure they couldn't follow. You were sure they didn't even know you were there.

Three years. You had been off of heat suppressants and scent blockers for years. After a while your heats had stopped coming, whether it was from lack of sleep or stress or some evolutionary thing that happened when no one to mate was around, the bottom line was that you were unprepared.

You boarded up your door and threw water on your fire. You grabbed every blanket in the house and ran into your bedroom. At first you did it for warmth. If you were going to hide you couldn't have fire to give out smoke and you needed to be warm.

Then you continued to mess with the blankets and pillows. You huffed, growing increasingly frustrated at your inability to get it right. You grabbed your laundry and threw it in too, arranged and rearranged until it felt right. It wasn't until you took a step back that you realized what you had done. Something you haven't in years. Before you was a nest. Large enough to fit many in it. Maybe even five. You swallowed hard as your fingers dug into your stomach. It was going to be a long winter.

[scavengedluxury]

Winter Garden Theater, Broadway between W 50th and W 51st Streets, New York, 1990. From the Budapest Municipal Photography Company archive.

[socialtownie]

lakeview coffee & cinema download | google drive

play tested** packs used — hsy / for rent / get to work / discover university / get famous / growing together / cottage living / eco lifestyle / city living / get together / laundry day / toddler stuff / bowling night stuff

required cc list — film reaper by ravasheen (to make movie going functional) / simple windows by awingedllama / brick by sforz / flooring by myshunosun / community canvases by me / gtw window addons by peacemaker / looker window addons by peacemaker / retail therapy awning by me / tuds crib wallpaper by tuds / winter garden concrete floor by pierisim

tou: • don’t claim as your own • don’t put behind a paywall • please give credit if using publicly

** just a note, when the sim goes to the movies they run far off the lot lol the inside of the theater is a little barcade so sims can hang out

please enjoy & tag if you use it, I’d love to see it in your game!

[citizenscreen]

50 years ago today:

Angela Lansbury stars in the revival of Jules Styne and Stephen Sondheim's "Gypsy" at Winter Garden Theater on Broadway. Lansbury’s portrayal of Rose won her the Tony.

[rottenpumpkin13]

Sephiroth: quiet midnights, gleaming steel, faint incense smoke, the scrape of a whetstone, books lined perfectly on a bookshelf, cold rain against bare skin, polished black leather, bitter ginger tea at dawn, weighted blankets in winter, sharp ice crystals, scratched classical CDs, weathered angel statues with missing wings, sharpened pencils in neat rows, morning fog over empty streets, delicate frost patterns on windowpanes, steel-gray skies before snow, silent films in empty theaters, cat footprints on documents, mathematical equations, unopened mail, clean sword oil, abandoned chess pieces, mint tea leaves.

Genesis: spilled red wine on white papers, chipped maroon nail polish on piano keys, gold bangles clinking against wine glasses, vintage vinyl at dusk, steaming mulled cider with cinnamon sticks, smudged eyeliner after theater rehearsals, leather-bound books with gilded edges, dark chocolate with sea salt breaking under his teeth, dog-eared poetry collections, playing cards scattered across silk sheets, cherry candy staining his tongue red, cologne bottles on antique vanities, melted red candle wax on love letters, fresh ink bleeding through parchment, caramelized apple pie, packed jazz bars at 2am, velvet curtains, stage makeup, worn dance shoes, red leather gloves, theater tickets.

Angeal: petrichor on summer mornings, fresh ground coffee beans, sunrise training sessions, polaroid cameras with worn straps, mismatched lucky keychains, pencil sketches in margins, old photos in cracked leather wallets, soup simmering on stovetops, buzzing radio stations between cities, dappled sunlight through garden leaves, evening cicada songs, autumn leaves crushed underfoot, soft worn flannel shirts, pressed flowers, acoustic guitars, wrinkled maps with coffee stains, soil under fingernails, homemade bread, herb gardens, worn pottery, recipe books, wooden spoons, patched jeans, morning dew, pocket knives.

AGS: loud laughter, discarded pizza boxes, arguments dissolving into jokes, snorted milk, tangled legs under a blanket, whispers in a packed room, empty mugs littered around a table, quiet yawns, bitten apples, ring tones, a half-finished puzzle scattered across the floor, a messy kitchen, heads on each other's shoulders, rock-paper-scissors, scattered dice, sour candy, bumping elbows, the glow of a tv screen, borrowed hoodies, stolen phone chargers, dirty dishes, arms around shoulders, inside jokes.

[delta-pavonis]

Ficlet: O that I were a glove upon that hand

Dreamling || Human AU || Rated E || ~1100 words

(Because Tom doing Romeo at VogueWorld 2023 gave me some feelings and Ferdie is often in his Venice Preserv'd look in my head... although with longer hair.)

This has, perhaps, gone too far.

Let's back up.

Everyone in the department, most people on campus, and – because of a viral video of him going off at the director during a dress rehearsal of a Shakespeare in the Park performance of A Midsummer Night’s Dream – a damned large swath of London all know of Dr. Robert Gadling's particular and peculiar hate of the Bard. It is what makes this whole thing incredibly frustrating.

Gifts. Hob has been getting gifts. Left for him in conspicuous places, each more finely crafted and expensive than the last. And each with a goddamned Shakespearean love sonnet on it.

If it wasn't for the nature of the gifts themselves Hob would be absolutely certain someone was taking the piss. (Jo, that would probably be Jo.)

But each gift is so bloody thoughtful; carefully chosen with an uncannily tuned awareness to Hob’s personal needs and tastes. This person either really cares for him or… well, he would think the person a possible stalker except that everything they have done relates to something that has happened in public, with full easy access for many people to make a judgment that Hob likes or needs something. 

There have been six of them now. And aside from the fact that Hob’s living room wall now looks like all those movies where the authorities are frantically tracking a serial killer, complete with a map of London and lots of red sharpie, he is rather… flattered? 

It has been a long time since… well. The anniversary of Eleanor's death will be rounding on eight years this winter. 

Hob thinks he has worked out a pattern to when he gets the gifts, is like 80% confident he can guess when they have gotten placed in each location, from his university office, to the men’s dressing room at the White Horse Community Theater, to his usual table at the New Inn. Add to that his approximately 60% confidence in the reasoning behind the temporal spacing of the gifts, and he is ready to roll the dice.

He locks up his office a tick early, as usual on Thursdays, and makes all appearances to head home before going to that evening’s rehearsal. But as soon as he gets home he is donning a new hoodie no one has seen him wear before, slinking back out the garden door, over the hedge, and jogging to the theater. Hob closes himself into the darkness of the men’s dressing room a solid two hours before anyone is scheduled to be anywhere near the place. 

And he waits. 

Hob is good at waiting.

He is crouched where he will be behind the door when it opens, but this puts him immediately next to some of the accessories storage for costuming for this show. And oh, they have gotten in a new pair of leather gloves for him.

Just because he is good at waiting doesn’t mean that he never gets bored. 

Hob slips on the new gloves and works his hands in them. These will be perfect to swordfight in, fantastic.

And then the door creaks open. 

He freezes and watches, only the sliver of light coming from the hallway to help him. A masculine figure, slim, in a peacoat, walks silent as a hunting cat to the second chair from the far wall, just where Hob usually gets ready. 

A hand runs softly across the back of the chair once before a small box is left on the tabletop. Then as quietly as they came in, the person turns to leave. 

Just before they get to the open door Hob pounces.

There is a shout and a scuffle, the two men – for it is another man, of that Hob has no doubt – grappling as one tries to escape and the other hold on.

Which is how Hob ends up with his black leather-gloved hands wrapped around the pale swan neck of his longest friend. 

They haven’t seen each other in… fuck, it feels like more than a hundred years. And they had not parted on good terms. 

“Christ, Dream?” Hob pants out the nickname but does not let go. 

Diamond-sharp blue eyes that could belong only to one person stare at him from beneath heavy lids. He parts his lips to speak, but at the same time Hob shifts the grip of his hands and any words Dream was going to say get lost in a breathtakingly thready moan. 

Barely a heartbeat later they meet in the middle, Hob’s hands going to the back of Dream’s head and Dream’s arms going around his shoulders and their mouths fit together like goddamned puzzle pieces and Hob knew, he fucking knew, it would be like this. 

They knock over no less than two chairs, collapse against a wall for a minute, then one of them pushes off and they are almost going ass over tea kettle onto the couch. A bit of quick footwork on Hob’s part and they are on the opposite side of the room.

By the time Hob has Dream sitting on the vanity they have gotten their shirts off and his bare back slams into the mirror’s surface, sliding and squeaking with the thin sheen of sweat. He gets his hands under Dream’s thighs, hikes him up to grind their clothed erections together, and once Dream has his legs wrapped around Hob’s hips he brings one hand to his mouth to pull off the gloves.

An unsteady hand grabs his wrist. “Leave them on.” Dream’s voice is even lower than Hob remembers it. 

There is fumbling to get flies open and then Hob has his hand wrapped around both their cocks and is pumping. Dream’s fingers are now tugging on Hob’s hair, his body arching prettily as Hob gets his lips and tongue onto that beautiful neck.

Hob is about to be embarrassed by how quickly he is nearing completion when Dream pulls him into a kiss, moaning into his mouth as he shudders through his orgasm. 

“Come with me, Hob,” is whispered against his lips and Hob is absolutely lost to it, shouting into Dream’s collarbone.

They are still panting, large heaving breaths, when Dream tugs Hob’s hand up from where it is wrapped around their spent pricks so that he can lick the leather clean. Hob watches that pink tongue dance between his fingers and his cock almost twitches in interest. He huffs a laugh and takes Dream’s chin in his grip, pulls their mouths back together so that he can speak against them. 

“Hello, Stranger.”

[balladofthe101st]

Band of Brothers: The Musical

Act I:

1. Day of Days, Hour of Hours

2. Welcome to Camp Toccoa

3. Revoked ("Your Weekend Pass Is Revoked")

4. Currahee ("We're Easy Company")

5. Winters is on Mess Duty

6. Wipe That Dust Off Of Your Jump Wings

7. Goodbye, Camp Toccoa ("Goodbye, Lady Liberty")

8. The Cows Ran Away ("Because An Idiot Cut The Poor Man's Fence")

9. Winters is on Mess Duty (Reprise)

10. The Court Martial: Captain Sobel vs. Lieutenant Winters

11. NCO Uprising ("Gee, We're Gonna Get Shot")

12. All For The Better, All For The Best ("Goodbye, Captain Sobel")

13. He Can't Wait To Jump No More

14. Day of Days, Hour of Hours (Reprise)

Act II:

1. Normandy

2. Call Him Gonnorhea

3. The Assault At Brecourt Manor ("Popeye Got Shot In His Behind")

4. He Was Just A Boy

5. That's A Load Of Malarkey: Introducing Lieutenant Speirs From Dog Company

6. Amazing Blithe ("Was Blind, But Now Can See")

7. The Night Of the Bayonet/We're Moving Out

8. Replacements ("We're Easy Company")

9. A Dear John Letter

10. We're Moving Out (Reprise)

11. The Snake And The Apple In The Market Garden

12. The Americans Are Here/Chocolates and Smokes

13. Nuenen: The Ambush

14. Nuenen: The Retreat

15. Crossroads ("All Roads Lead To Hell Anyway")

16. The Red Devils/A Toast To The Yanks

Act III:

1. Bastogne: The Coldest Hell On Earth

2. Doc: The Company Medic/Do You Have Any Scissors?

3. Thank God For Nurses

4. NUTS

5. Thank God For Nurses (Reprise)

6. Poor Norman Dike

7. First Sargeant

8. The Breaking Point/Bastogne: The Coldest Hell On Earth (Reprise)

9. The Assault on Foy ("Thank God For Captain Speirs")

10. Replacement David Webster

11. West Point

12. The (Last) Patrol ("Do You Hear The Whistle?")

13. The Battlefield Commission

14. Leaving Hell On Earth

Act IV:

1. Raise The Bottle Of Vat69

2. The Confrontation: Nixon and Dick

3. A Dear John Letter (Reprise)

4. Blood Upon The Risers ("Gory, Gory, What A Hell Of A Way To Die")

4. Landsberg: Hell on Earth

5. The Aftermath

6. The Shot ("The Man's Not Home")

7. Learn Your Es ("Easy At The Eagles Nest")

8. VE Day

9. The Pacific Theater/Coconuts and Flamingos

10. Much Ado About Points/ Poor Shifty Powers

11. They Still Need You/Winters Denied

12. The Goodbye

13. End Of The War ("We're Going Home")

14. What Comes Next?/Come With Me To Nixon

15. We Lucky Few, We Band of Brothers ("We're Easy Company")

[jaybird3756]

Httyd Demigod AU headcanons

From a practicing Norse pagan. My experience with the Gods may be different from others' because gods appear differently to different people.

Hiccup: Odin or Njord. Odinn's domain includes knowledge, curiosity, wisdom, and creativity. Hiccup's bravery in being willing to befriend a dragon and then challenge the belief that dragons are monsters reminds me of Odin. In Riders of Berk (When Lightning Strikes), Hiccup gets struck by lightning purposefully to prove that Thor isn't angry with Toothless but that lightning is attracted to metal. That's a pretty hardcore approach to solving problems with science. I also mention Njord because his character is similar to Hiccup. Njord's domain includes fishing, travel, and peaceful seas. Hiccup is a wanderer, and adventurer at heart, a trait which matches both Odin and Njord. Hiccup is also very diplomatic, and his connection to dragons which are used as travel and also a means to provide for people (the way dragons are used for fishing, plowing fields, etc) brings Hiccup very close to the symbolic domain of Njord.

Astrid: Tyr or Skadi. Tyr's domain includes war, justice, and the skies. Astrid is a ferocious warrior who stops at nothing to protect her loved ones and in the later movies she becomes very level-headed and practical, qualities I associate with Tyr. However I think being a child of Skadi is a better fit for her. Skadi's domain is winter but her story also contains aspects of vengeance and strength. Astrid has also had trouble with being quick to anger and eager for revenge (Fright of Passage and A-Team are great examples). Skadi is also the wife of Njord, although Astrid and Hiccup are far more compatible. (Skadi picked Njord for his beautiful feet)

Fishlegs: Eir or Freyr. Eir is a handmaiden of Frigg and her domain is healing; like Frigg, she is one of the common hearth-gods who would have a prominent place of honor in the home. Fishlegs has always seemed more domestic than the others due to his gentle nature and enjoyment of life's little pleasures like his meditation garden. Freyr's domain includes summer, peace and prosperity, sunshine and fair weather, (also Big D I'm not kidding). Fishlegs thrives in times of peace and has a warm demeanor. He also is great at coming through for his friends when he's needed. Freyr is the owner of many magical artifacts, much like Fishlegs and his gadgets and dragon knowlege.

Snotlout: Bragi. I have very strong feelings about this choice, and it's an unusual one. Bragi's domain is art, music, poetry, and eloquence. Snotlout is very performative in everything that he does in a way that feels more like a theater kid than just bragging and bravado. Snotlout is charismatic and very skilled in more than just battle. He's great at stitching (Night of the Hunters), singing (Crash course, Imperfect harmony, Tone Death), acting (last auction heroes), and even writing (family matters). In my experience with Bragi, he is a proud, confident, and boastful poet warrior who is well learned in both swordplay and wordplay. I feel that Snotlout would try to bluff that he's a child of one of the famous warrior gods like Thorr, but his friends would eventually figure out who his real godly parent is.

Ruffnut and Tuffnut: Loki, obviously. Loki's domain is mischief, deception, tricks, playfulness, and quick-wittedness. The twins canonically revere Loki and dedicate their lives to pranks and mischief. There is also a certain amount of deception in their characters, especially with Ruffnut. The twins are both smarter and more eloquent than they seem. They know multiple languages, come up with ideas sometimes even before Hiccup does, and are both skilled infiltrators. It seems they do the things they do for shits and giggles, flying by the seat of their pants, but really they are much more capable than anyone realizes (A View to a Skrill and Twintuition). I feel like they rarely let anyone see how capable they are so that no one expects them to really do anything.

Stoick: Thor or Tyr. Thor's domain is lightning, storms, battle, and farming (I will come back to that last one). Stoick even looks a lot like Thor with his red hair, amazing beard, and large belt. Stoick is quite a fearsome warrior and leader but is also compassionate and protective of his people. Thor's domain being storms is linked to farming because rain gives life to the crops and is a necessary part of growth. Because of that, Thor is also seen as a provider much in the way Stoick is as a chief. Stoick is also very fair and able to change his mindset and admit when he is wrong, as seen after the first movie. I feel like Thor gets a lot of shit in media, often being portrayed as fat, stupid, a giant jerk like Zeus, and cruel. In my personal experience, Thor is much more like Stoick in character. (#StopThorSlander)

Heather: Freyja or Skadi. Freyja's domain includes love, battle, cats, and magic. Freyja is the one who brought seidr to the Aesir, a powerful and mysterious type of magical practice. Freyja is seen as gentler than the other gods, but she has a darker side that modern interpretations tend to forget. Freyja represents female power, but also can be deceptive and secretive. Freyja is a powerful battle goddess who takes half of the souls slain in battle. Heather reminds me of Freyja in the way that you could think she's nothing more than a pretty faced charming woman, but you won't know you're in danger until there's a knife sticking out of your back. I think Skadi also fits Heather for the same reasons as Astrid, except that Heather is even more isolated and cold than Astrid is.

Dagur: Magni and Modi. I've seen others throw around various ideas for Dagur's god parent, but I don't think many people even know of Magni and Modi. They are the sons of Thor and are both battle gods, with Magni representing strength and Modi representing fury. They both resemble Thor and both brothers have red hair. Not a whole lot is known about Magni and Modi, but I know for a fact that they were revered by berserkers (the brothers have a place on my alter along with Odin and some animal totems). If I had to choose just one, I'd say Modi is Dagur's godly parent which would make Magni his uncle and Thor his gramps.

Viggo: Loki. Viggo may not share a lot of qualities with Loki, but he does share the aspect of Loki's silver tongue. Loki is very eloquent, charismatic, and deceptive like Viggo. In my experience, Loki is a god to approach with caution like the fae and is just as tricky. Viggo is very clever, capable of making his enemies do exactly what he wants.

Ryker: Vali or Vidarr. Both Vali and Vidarr are gods of vengeance and happen to be brothers, sons of Odin. I think Vidarr fits Ryker best. Vidarr is silent, much like how Ryker prefers to let Viggo do the talking and have his actions speak for him. Vidarr is nearly as strong as Thor and very reliable in times of trouble.