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fluxationsart · 1 year
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FORGOT TO POST THIS ON TUMBLR :( drew this for the icon herself Chita Rivera’s 90th birthday
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bumblybee-fic · 1 year
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The Rink: Part Two
Read Part One here | Also on Ao3!
“Geno is not having sex with Jason.” Sidney Crosby stares down the camera, eyes wide and unblinking. His gaze does not waver, and he waits an extra moment before continuing. “I would know if he was. It’s—I mean, it’d be obvious. And Geno tells me everything. So I would know about it if it were happening.”
“No, they’re totally fucking.” Rickard Rakell nods, his hands fidgeting with his rubber bracelet. He appears tired, with dark circles under his eyes, and he avoids looking at the camera. “Like, I haven’t seen them, obviously, but you hear things. Jason just says whatever he’s thinking. And it’s always about Geno’s dick. I don’t know that he thinks about anything else.”
Bryan Rust, who plays on Malkin’s line with Zucker, scoots forward in his seat, closer to the camera. “Look, you didn’t hear it from me, and don’t tell Sid,” he says, his voice quiet. He glances off camera toward the hallway; the door to the room is closed, and there is no window for anyone to spy into. “But I’m pretty sure Jason begged Geno to let him suck him off in the showers after that last game. I kinda turned right around and left the showers after that, so I don’t know if it happened, but I’m, like, 99 percent sure that’s what Jason said.”
In the locker room, the team celebrates a win. Danton Heinen, the previous recipient of the victory helmet, stands and holds it in the air like a prize. He paces the room like a cat prowling for its next victim, though there is laughter in his eyes that comes only from a hard-fought win. “Jars, great game, you kept us in it,” Heinen says. “But I gotta go Geno.”
The room erupts into cheers, though the loudest is from a singular source. Malkin receives the helmet and embraces Heinen before putting it on; it takes concentration and care to get it over his head, but he manages. “Let’s win next one, guys,” he says before removing the helmet again and putting it on the shelf above his stall.
“Suck his cock!” a voice yells. The camera jerkily pans to Jason Zucker, who is continuing his chant as he pumps a fist in the air. Malkin has an amused look on his face, and he motions toward his jock, which has not yet been removed. Zucker smiles, shoving at Malkin’s shoulder.
“Any time, any place, buddy,” Zucker says, patting Malkin’s cheek just hard enough to make a slapping sound. Behind Malkin and Zucker, Crosby sits in his stall, glaring into the camera between them as they separate. There is murder is Crosby’s eyes, the whites of them huge; he rips the sock in his hand in two without his gaze wavering.
Jason Zucker sits on a leather couch, legs spread wide. His arms are outstretched and rest on the back of the sofa; there is a wide grin on his face and a twinkle in his eye. “I don’t like to kiss and tell,” Zucker begins. “Well, I mostly don’t. Sometimes I do.” He crosses his legs, one ankle resting on the opposite knee. This somehow manages to come across as more sexually available than his spread legs did. “Geno’s my friend. We have a good time together. If you want more than that, you’ll have to ask him.”
Jake Guentzel, towel in hand, heads toward the showers. He’s one of the last of his teammates to do so, but as he pads into the room, he realizes he is not alone. In the far corner of the room, Malkin is standing with his back to the entry, under one of the showerheads. Guentzel avoids this corner, and instead opts for another, as is shower etiquette.
However, before he can turn on the tap, a loud moan reverberates through the room, followed by something in another language. Guentzel turns to look into the camera that has followed him, and then he looks at Malkin’s corner of the room. His face immediately shifts from confusion to horror, and the camera follows his line of sight. In the opposite corner of the room, Malkin is not alone—he instead has a guest, who is on their knees in front of him. The other person’s face is obscured, but it is hard to mistake the lower half of their body for anyone else.
“It’s not Jason,” Guentzel says flatly in his private interview. There is a lifelessness in his eyes, and his gaze is focused just below the camera. “I guess that bet’s over. I lost fifty bucks and need therapy now.”
Malkin returns to the locker room from the showers moments later, Crosby following closely behind. Crosby’s eyes are more focused, and he pats Malkin’s back, his hand lingering for an extra moment. The camera moves to Guentzel, who is sitting in his stall, still only in his towel; he is flushed a bright red from his chest to his face, and although Malkin and Crosby are directly in front of him, he does not look at them.
“What can I say?” Malkin shrugs when asked about it later. “I like long showers.”
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musicalss · 3 months
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I feel like no one has ever been in one Kander & Ebb show, it’s always at least two, but I also feel like I could probably say that about any composer if I look hard enough?? So idk
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chaplinfortheages · 1 year
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Charlie Chaplin with guests to set of “The Rink”, 1916.
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GARETH SNOOK as DINO in the 1988's West End Production of THE RINK
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And the most nominated best actress in a musical in Tony history is... the marvellous Chita Rivera. EIGHT times for leading actress: Chicago (1976), Bring Back Birdie (1981), Merlin (1983), The Rink (1984), Jerry's Girls (1986), Kiss of the Spider Woman (1993), Chita Rivera: The Dancer's Life (2006) and The Visit (2015). She was nominated another two times for supporting for Bye Bye Birdie (1961) and Nine (2003). The only other performer with ten nominations across categories is Julie Harris.
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She won for The Rink (above, with Liza Minnelli on the left as her onstage daughter) and for Kiss of the Spider Woman (below). Both of these are Kander and Ebb shows, as are Chicago and The Visit. Rivera's brand of arch showbizness - a phenomenal dancer but also a deeply self aware performer - really matches Kander and Ebb's metatheatrical style.
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Perhaps even more interesting, though, is that two of these shows were revue style in which she essentially performed as herself - in her own show and in a Jerry Herman cabaret revue. Few performers are iconic enough to be nominated for awards for playing themselves - such is the legend of Chita Rivera on Broadway.
NONE of this, however, is the biggest surprise, which is that she was not even nominated for her career defining role as Anita in West Side Story, although her performance went down in showbiz history. A featured actress nomination instead went to Carol Lawrence, who played Maria - it is difficult for me to understand how she didn't get a leading actress nomination, but regardless the gong went to Barbara Cook in The Music Man. (Incidentally, definitely another leading actress role rather than featured - and my opinion is now backed up by the Tony committee, who nominated Sutton Foster in the former category in 2022).
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A terrible snub? Perhaps! Watch for yourself - but with that number of nominations and awards, Chita Rivera has truly had the last laugh.
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theblob1958 · 6 months
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people are saying do it scared, but you also gotta do it alone. you'll miss out on so much you want to do if you wait til someone will do it with you. do it scared and do it alone.
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cymk8 · 4 months
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give her a CHANCE!!!
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lenaivancha · 4 months
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It was a magical morning 💫
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onewordshy · 7 months
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Chita Rivera and Rosie O'Donnell perform a medley of songs from Kander & Ebb's charming musical, The Rink.
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thrashntreasure · 7 months
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Ep47 Spilling the Green Tea on Shrek! w/ Todd Buonopane! (Broadway!)
Happy Birthday Us! So open up and say YAAAYYY! And we're joined by the loveable Todd Buonopane, the Broadway Glam-Bear known to audiences as the iconic Jeffrey Weinerslav in '30 Rock'! Today, Todd treats the torture chamber to one of his favourite musicals, 'The Rink', as well as taking in a huge, tall glass of Poison's 'Open Up and Say… Ahh!' - Plus, this charming comedian shares the tea about his unfair dismissal from the US Tour of 'Shrek the Musical' - as well as a few more delicious stories that'll curl your toes! www.twitter.com/toddbuonopane
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untilthenexttee · 11 months
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(via Exorcizing Demons - Nick Taylor Wins on Home and Native Land)
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critterbitter · 4 months
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The electric wonder duo and lightning boogaloo go skating in Castelia City! Meanwhile, Ingo and Litwick add flavor text from the safety of the sidelines.
(I think the gang take photos, little snapshots of memory that they look back on fondly.)
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Masterpost for more clown shenanigans!
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livwritesstuff · 1 month
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“Steve,” Eddie mutters, “Stop it, you’re staring.”
Steve is staring, eyes fixed on a family sitting in a cluster of seats two rows ahead of them on the commuter rail — a mom and dad with three kids, the oldest no older than ten, the youngest four or five. They’re not too much older than Steve and Eddie’s own kids (who are seven, five, and two), and by the looks of the princess dresses and mouse ears and branded souvenir bags they’re also on their way home from the afternoon Disney on Ice show at the TD Garden.
“That mom,” Steve says, addressing Eddie even though his gaze doesn’t shift away from the unsuspecting targets of his relentless judginess, “is upset because her kids are whining and misbehaving, but they asked for food and she said no, and they said they were bored and she ignored them.”
In Steve’s defense (not that Eddie would actually say any of this to him; he doesn’t need the egging on), his assessment isn’t exactly incorrect. All three of those kids are either colossally melting down or just on the verge of doing so, and both of their parents are mostly ignoring them.
“God, and they’re gonna grow up learning they can’t rely on their parents for help,” Steve continues, “I just...I just don’t get why we had to go through all those evals and interviews and home visits and shit before we were deemed suitable parents when any idiot straight couple can just have a kid with no regulation whatsoever.”
“Steve,” Eddie says through gritted teeth as he glances at their own daughters to make sure they aren’t eavesdropping (they’re not – Moe and Robbie are sitting by the window and playing with the toys they’d gotten to pick out during intermission, and Hazel is halfway to asleep in Steve’s lap), “My love — little pitchers.”
Steve only shrugs, but he does drop the subject for the rest of the train ride.
The universe must hate Eddie (or love Steve) because that family gets off at the same station as them. Hazel is completely sacked out by then, and Steve had taken her while Eddie manned the older two and they’re busy running ahead of him to the car so there’s literally nothing he can do when Steve detours away from them to follow a few yards behind the other family.
When he finally makes his way back over to them, it’s with a gleeful grin on his face.
“I knew it.” Steve says with a gleeful grin, “I knew they had to be shitty parents.”
Eddie eyebrows flew up, because – seriously, the fucking audacity on this guy.
“You know what I always say – you can either be a good parent or have a clean car, and that car was fucking spotless.”
“Steve Harrington.”
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chaplinfortheages · 2 years
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"The Rink" 1916
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soupdweller · 1 month
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@spadillelicious i love your au so much
also i couldnt stop laughing at them skating across the screen so have this gif:
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speedpaint under cut~
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