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slickshoesareyoucrazy · 1 year

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You Will Be Found

This is a meandering ramble that starts funny and sweet and weird and ends funny and sweet and weird, but gets a little dark in the middle. So there's that. Also there are going to be a couple music links. Because reasons.

So my kid is competing in a state academic competition for arts and humanities knowledge. In most areas here, he already kicks my ass, but one area he calls 'a weakness' is Broadway musicals, and I'm a sappy dork, so of course I love Broadway musicals. He told me after the regional competition that he got a Broadway question right because of me. 'I just guessed Dear Evan Hansen because I know you watched that this past summer, and it was right!' So we've been casually talking about musicals on walks with the dogs and rides to school. Today's ride to school was about Fiddler on the Roof, because we were watching a rerun of That 70s Show with breakfast, and Kitty Forman was singing Sunrise Sunset with Charo and a member of KISS (yes really).

Me: This is a song from a musical. Fiddler on the Roof. I actually think you'd like that one. I mean, it's kind of long, but I think you'd like it, based on the plot. Plus, it's referenced a lot in pop culture. It's one of the ones that shows up a lot in references.

Boy: Cool. What are some other songs and character names? So I can maybe get it on my test...

Anyway, it's gotten me on a show tunes kick on Spotify lately, and I made a Broadway/Musicals playlist today. And I put it on shuffle, and You Will Be Found from Dear Evan Hansen came up and made me cry during a workout. Again, not to spoil more media for people who might want to give it a try, but that song is important in the play. Evan Hansen is a kid who goes largely unnoticed by everyone. To the point that he fell out of a tree and broke his arm and no one noticed that he was hurt or missing for...a WHILE. He had to get himself to help. And no one even signed his cast. Except for one 'bad kid' at school who signed it in like a threatening sort of way. And that kid ends up committing suicide, and his family assumes Evan Hansen is his friend...his only friend...because he is the only one who signed Evan's cast. So this kid's family is so kind to Evan (something he's not really used to...he's used to being ignored and unseen), he doesn't want to break their hearts further and tell them that their kid wasn't his friend, really...and he lies. And then EVERYONE starts paying a lot of positive attention to Evan. Because he gives this eloquent speech about how this kid was the one who found him when he fell out of the tree (which is a lie), and that's the basis of the song You Will Be Found. The lie takes off and gives all these people hope when the truth was, Evan really WAS alone and he WASN'T found. I remember watching this play and relating to this song and this feeling so so much. That feeling of having only yourself to count on and that no one will even notice if you're hurt or missing. And one of my all time favorite Broadway musical songs, that I have always related to since the first time I heard it in my teens, from the play Chicago, is Mr. Cellophane. It's similarly themed. It's about not mattering and not being seen or noticed. I have felt like that so often in my life, particularly my early life, and still sometimes do. But don't worry, because here comes the other funny sweet part...

I'm not like cellophane now. Not at my home now. If I am missing, it is most definitely noticed, practically immediately, no matter how minor the time or reason is. I know this because a couple weeks ago, I made a trip to the restroom outside of our normal morning routine, and J couldn't find me when he came out of the bedroom after showering and getting dressed. He didn't see the light under the bathroom door. So he looked in the kitchen and downstairs, and he even looked in the back yard and woke up the Boy at 5:30 am to see if I'd gone up to check on him for some reason.

J: Is Mom up here? Boy: What, Dad? No. (grumbles back to aggravated sleep)

J finally, after knocking on the door and saying 'Hello' in a slightly panicked voice, found me. I asked where he thought I was, giggling. I asked why his FIRST move wasn't the bathroom. I asked if HE was alright because like...dude, I was just in the bathroom. But honestly...I have maybe never felt more loved than that morning. J really does notice when I'm there, and I don't have to wave my arms or cluck like a hen or whatever. Now, I really WILL be found.

#grateful for J and our son every day #they make every day

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bemorekleinman · 3 years

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📌 💕 🏳‍🌈 💎 -For DEH

from this hyperfixation/interests ask game!

📌 how did you find your hyperfixation? I got into it through my friends; we all liked hamilton and I had heard good things about DEH from them, so I ended up giving it a shot and liked it almost immediately!

💕 tell us about one of your favorite characters and why you like them! ehehehehe well you asked for it anon. as you likely know by now, sir jared kleinman is my absolute favorite DEH character. aside from the fact that he's just fucking HILARIOUS, he's easily the most relatable character in the whole thing, and our personalities are incredibly similar

🏳‍🌈 do you have any headcanons (lgbt, race, neuro, etc) that are important to you? I don't have any headcanons that I'm specifically attached to, but I am a fan of she/they zoe and she/they alana. also, jared probably has undiagnosed ADHD because I probably have undiagnosed ADHD and I enjoy projecting onto that poor boy. also this really isn't a headcanon because he's canonically mspec but bi connor??? yes yes yes. also kind of irrelevant and I've said this before but jared most definitely has a cat with a dumb name thank you

💎 are there any fun facts or trivia that you would like to share? OH HO HO I have SO much I would love to share. I got carried away though so lemme put it under a cut

okay here we go besties:

connor murphy's original name was dennis morse and the working title for DEH was The Dennis Project (and zoe's name was becca)

there's a pitch perfect DVD behind evan hansen's pillow in his lil bed shelves because,,, ben platt

the laptop used in the opening scene is fake and has a bunch of LED lights to illuminate evan's face, but the laptop for sincerely me can be typed on! sky lakota lynch says he liked to fuck around with it to make andrew barth feldman break

jared's line "wonder of wonders, miracle of miracles" is a reference to fiddler on the roof; steven levenson says it's "easy to imagine that jared kleinman is a connoisseur of classical music theater"

so big, so small used to be a songless scene of evan and heidi eating ice cream on the couch together before pasek and paul went "wait, shit, this needs a song"

I read somewhere that ben platt was originally considered for the role of jared kleinman but idk if it was true because I can't find the source

connor was intentionally dressed in all dark gray and not black, in order to keep him from feeling too unapproachable

a few of will roland's actual clothes were used for jared's costumes

connor used to just straight up disappear after his death; after rehearsals started, the show's writers started to develop his character and gave him more scenes after his death

the ICONIC line "kinky" was one of the last changes made to the show, and is one of steven levenson's favorite pieces of writing in the script. the line used to be "lame", which can be heard in audio recordings from early previews

I'm sure a lot of us know this already but in the deh movie, the school band plays instrumentals of good for you and anybody have a map

I'm sure there's lots more but I can't think of anything else. sorry I kinda wents nuts LMAO hope you enjoyed <3

oh yeah! trivia sources are this book and this video

#look I love me some DEH trivia okay #dear evan hansen #rambles from katie #asks

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trashy-goblin · 3 years

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type: one-shot

title: Bilbo's Dream (01)

fandom: Lord of the Rings

summary: Bilbo will soon be off, but before he goes there's still a matter he has to take care of, for his nephew.

characters: primrose (oc); frodo; merry; pippin; sam; bilbo; gandalf;

pairings: primrose/frodo

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a/n: yes, you've guessed it, another idea inspired by Fiddler On The Roof. somehow that musical keeps feeding me ideas. also this gigantic but I couldn't split it in two because it wouldn't be balanced and wouldn't make sense. i'm sorry.

wordcount: 3542 (3250 + 292)

Bilbo moved over to take a kettle from the fire with a cloth nearby. The thought of mountains and the road ahead would usually entertain him so that he would almost forget his own birthday party, the Sackville-Bagginses, and any other hobbit that would disturb him.

“So you mean to go through with your plan then?” Gandalf asked from his uncomfortable sit at his small friend’s kitchen table.

“Yes, yes, it is all in hand. All the arrangements are made,” he answered as he turned to the wizard, and Gandalf lifted the pot’s lid for Bilbo to pour water, “Oh, thank you.”

“Frodo suspects something.”

“Of course he does! He’s a Baggins!” the halfling put the kettle back in the fireplace, trying not to burn his old hands, “Not some blockheaded Bracegirdle from Hardbottle!”

Gandalf gazed at the hobbit, raising his eyebrows in slight suspicion.

“You will tell him, won’t you?”

“Yes, yes…”

“He’s very fond of you.”

“I know…” Bilbo sighed, his energetic demeanour and agitated mind slowed down and he grew softer, “He’d probably come with me if I asked him to…”

The thought of leaving his nephew only reminded him how much he cared for Frodo, how much he wanted him to live happily. He had thought about asking him to come along, to share his personal last adventure with his beloved nephew; but as he looked ahead to the years that would come after they reached Rivendell, Bilbo couldn’t help a bittersweet guilt in his heart.

“Frodo’s heart runs in the Shire, through the woods, the fields, and the little rivers, with Primrose” Bilbo felt himself start to smile, and so did his old friend, “And he carries her heart as well, wherever he goes.”

He glanced at his friend with a new cheeky smile to add:

“Even if neither of them says it out loud..”

dGandalf chuckled softly at Frodo and Primrose’s everlasting bond, and his hobbit friend’s amused frustration. The look he directed to the halfling told him he understood just as well that both hobbits belonged together, and only deserved a peaceful life - just as Bilbo wished.

The halfling in the kitchen responded his wizard friend with a sad smile.

“They’ll grow…” his eyes wandered along the floor, although a heavy feeling in his chest kept him from actually registering all the objects lying around, “… and I am old, Gandalf. I know I don’t look it but I’m beginning to feel it in my heart.”

Gandalf expected one of his hands to move to his chest, but it kept holding something in his waistcoat pocket. Concern took over his eyes as he kept observing the halfling.

“I feel thin, sort of stretched. Like butter scraped over too much bread” Bilbo sat at the table, “I need a holiday, a very long holiday. And I don’t expect I shall return. In fact, I mean not to.”

He looked away, his expression showing the confidence in his decision, as the sound of the door open echoed in the hall. Both wizard and hobbit’s attention were pulled to the front door. Bilbo recognized his Primrose’s voice call his name.

“Bilbo?”

The halfling leaned over the table, and much to Gandalf’s surprise, he started to speak in whispers.

“But before I go, there’s still one matter to take care of” the hobbit couldn’t help but grow a cheeky smile “Would you like to help me with that?”

The wizard rose one eyebrow in concern, while Bilbo got up from his sit.

“Oh, come on, Gandalf! It’ll be just a bit of fun!” the halfling laughed, “You know if there are any hobbits I am truly fond of, Prim has to be one of them. I would never do her harm!”

“What else are you up to, Bilbo Baggins?”

“You’ll see, you’ll see!” the hobbit laughed at the wizard’s scepticism, then he laughed quietly and turned to his friend, “Just trust me on this, will you?”

Gandalf’s curiosity overpowered his concern greatly, and so, with a nod of his head and a ghost of a smile he accepted to help his friend, who laughed with delight.

“Prim! Over here, in the kitchen!” Bilbo called.

And soon they heard footsteps approaching the kitchen.

“You asked me to come to see you” said Prim as she walked towards the other hobbit’s voice, “If you don’t mind asking, is Gandalf here? I saw Frodo with him and his fireworks...”

The wizard could already see the smile in her words before he could lay eyes upon the hobbit; he grinned widely as he greeted her as soon as she stepped into the kitchen.

“Primrose Stoor!”

“Gandalf!”

Prim’s voice was full of joy, and so was the hug she gave the wizard in front of her, who only laughed at how her actions were just like Frodo’s moments prior. She told him how wonderful it was to see him and held both her hands in his as he reciprocated the happiness of her words. Yet, although the young hobbit was delighted to see Gandalf, her grin faltered at a realization.

“I’m sorry, am I interrupting anything?”

“No, no!” Bilbo shook his head with a chuckle, “In fact, Gandalf might just help us with the matter I wanted to talk to you about…”

Primrose grew a bit worried and let her hands slip away from Gandalf’s to sit at the table, beside him. The wizard noticed how the expression Bilbo puts on to tell little hobbits of his adventure gradually took over his face.

“It’s a dream I had, you see” Bilbo looked between his two guests as he spoke in an ominous tone, “A very strange dream…”

“Bilbo, were you at the Gaffer’s homebrew that night?” Prim asked, worry never leaving her face.

“What-No, it has nothing to do with ale!” the hobbit looked at her indignantly, “I’ve never had a dream quite like it. It was all very strange and real, prophetic…”

Gandalf rose one eyebrow at Bilbo’s theatrics. He didn’t see how he could be of any help to Bilbo yet; but if the movement of his hands, dramatic tone and overall expression told him anything, it was that he was making up a story of his own for a purpose – whatever that purpose was.

The wizard leaned forward on the table, not only in an attempt to find a more comfortable position, but also to sound more serious as he played along.

“Tell me what you dreamt, and I’ll tell you want it meant” he said.

“Ooh, it was odd…”

“Tell me.”

Gandalf’s expression told the halfling not to exaggerate in his theatrics, for Prim wasn’t a Bracegirdle from Hardbottle either and so Bilbo proceeded.

“Alright!” the older hobbit looked at his old friend almost offended, before turning to Prim as he spoke, “Only don’t be frightened!”

Primrose only giggled at his sudden move. Bilbo was a natural storyteller, he couldn’t help but use a few little dramatic effects, and she knew it. And so, after a more amused look from Gandalf, the halfling proceeded with his story.

“In the beginning, I dreamt that we were having a celebration of some kind. I figured it should be my birthday since that’s all people talk about these days” he almost let out a cocky smile. “but the decorations were different. It wasn’t so much of a birthday, no, it was a wedding!”

Gandalf tilted his head slightly.

“Who were the betrothed?” he asked.

“I didn’t know at this time” Bilbo quickly explained, in order to save some suspense, “I couldn’t see them.”

The wizard nodded in understanding, beginning to have an idea of what he was planning, and Bilbo continued, not giving enough time for Prim to suspect anything.

“Everyone I knew was there, even beloved departed…” he told them, his expression softening as he enumerated, “Thorin Oakenshield was there, and his nephews, Fíli and Kíli, were there… my dear Willow was there...”

Prim smiled at the notorious saudade that took over Bilbo’s being at the mention of them, but nevertheless, the older hobbit rejoiced as he added.

“Oh, and there were musicians too! Then… in walks your grandmother Primrose Butcher” he paused, just enough for Prim to gasp, before quickly adding “May she rest in peace!”

“My grandmother Primrose?” Prim’s eyes shined with joy and saudade, and softly she asked, “How did she look?”

“Well, for a woman who has been dead 15 years, she looked very good” said Bilbo casually, “Naturally I went up to greet her. She was so happy with the celebration it sounded more like she was singing than speaking. She said to me:”

Then Bilbo rose his voice higher to sound more like Primrose’s grandmother, and started to speak with melody, only changing it to his normal singing voice to indicate the guests and musicians’ cheery interventions.

“A blessing on my head (Cheers! Oh, cheers!) to see my granddaughter wed! (Cheers! Oh Cheers!)

“So it was my wedding, then” Prim chuckled, amused with the dream so far.

“Yes!” Bilbo cheered and proceeded, “And she continued to sing:

And such a grandson-in-law! Like no one ever saw! Your dear nephew Frodo Baggins!”

“Frodo?!”

The young hobbit sounded louder than she intended, maybe in an attempt to overpower the butterflies in her stomach. Bilbo continued to sing.

“A worthy boy is he! (Cheers! Oh, Cheers!) Of pious family! (Cheers! Oh, cheers!) Whose name will pass to my dear granddaughter, aye! Primrose’s dear, Frodo Baggins!”

“My dear?” Prim’s eyes were wide and her cheeks grew warm, and she shook her head with a weak smile, “You must have heard wrong.”

“I told her:” said Bilbo, “I must have heard wrong, grandma, they’re not lovers? Huh? You mean Prim and Frodo, grandma, they are not merely friends?

‘No, no, no! They are beloveds, Bilbo. My sweet grandchild, my little Prim, who was named for me, has his heart, and Frodo has hers with him!”

Gandalf observed Prim sink in her sit. He could see her mind wandering around what Bilbo has said, and the wizard couldn’t help but laugh at her reaction with mirth; while Bilbo tried not to look at him afraid of losing his focus and start laughing as well.

“For such match I prayed! (Cheers! Oh, cheers!) In Valinor it was made! (In Valinor! In Valinor!) A fine upstanding boy, a comfort, and a joy! Your dear nephew Frodo Baggins!”

Although it wasn’t his intention, Bilbo’s high-pitched voice echoed so loud through the halls of Bag End, neither hobbits or wizard heard the front door open by Frodo himself, nor his footsteps to the pantry.

The young halfling came out of the pantry with an apple in his hand. He turned his head to the sound of his uncle’s funny voice with a cheery smile and wondered what kind of story Bilbo was telling that had him sing so merrily to Prim and Gandalf, in the kitchen.

“But she has been dead for years! How would she know of what either of us feels!”

Prim’s worried protest out of context made Frodo grin in amusement.

“She’s been dead for years, yes, but not blind, my dear.”

Frodo had to fight a giggle when he was about to bite his apple as he heard Bilbo’s remark. His uncle returned to the high-pitched singing.

“So, you didn’t notice it, Bilbo? That’s your headache! And if you leave without blessing the two, Bilbo, that’s your headache too!”

“Leave?” Prim questioned, in slight panic, “But where are you going?”

Frodo furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, yet Bilbo didn’t answer her question and continued with his story.

“And now everyone, the guests, the musicians,” he said, “everyone was singing and dancing with your grandmother:

A blessing on your house! (Cheers! Oh, cheers!) My grandchild Primrose Stoor, (Such a spouse! Such a spouse!) And such a grandson-in-law! Like no one ever saw! Your dear nephew Frodo Baggins!”

Frodo’s movements stopped before he could even bring the apple to his mouth. Although the wave of affection he felt in his chest made him feel heavy with warmth, the hobbit forced himself to turn and look at the kitchen. He couldn’t see neither hobbits or wizard, and he took no steps in their direction but remained close to the pantry’s entrance, where he could continue to listen.

“And I tried to explain to them!” his uncle continued, exasperated.

Bilbo never let go of his theatrics while he told his story, much to Gandalf’s dismay. He made the impression of a woman older than him as he sang with her high-pitch voice; gestured every single emotion with his hands; and danced with invisible guests.

Now he turned to one direction and another, as if the voices he was singing in high-pitch were dancing around him, in the kitchen.

“Listen to me!” he cried, “They haven’t yet spoke of love!

Her grandchild Primrose Stoor!

Frodo hasn’t asked for her hand!

Your dear nephew Frodo Baggins!

Prim’s not for him to take yet!”

Bilbo’s desperate expression turned into a scared one, in a matter of a gasp. Prim and Frodo jumped a little in their place, though neither saw each other. Gandalf rose his eyebrows in surprise.

“Oh! Who comes here?” he asked, his head turning to many different directions, as if searching for a voice, “Who hobbit is this, by righteous anger shaken?”

Frodo grew concerned, starting to feel his palms sweat; and although he didn’t know, his uncle’s hands started to shake as he spoke. Gandalf grew concerned as well, but mostly because of a shadow he heard growing in Bilbo’s voice as he enumerated questions.

“Could it be? Yes, it could! Why not? Who could be mistaken?”

Gandalf furrowed his brow. He saw Bilbo’s hand wonder more around his waistcoat pocket while he told his tale.

“It’s my departed relatives, come from beyond the grave. It’s Frodo’s dear, darling, departed parents! Primula and Drogo!”

Frodo took a step forward but remained hidden, Prim widened her eyes, and Gandalf watched carefully as Bilbo returned to a high-pitch voice, but this time it was dark, and filled with rage, to represent Primula Baggins; and a lower one, yet still scary to represent Drogo’s intervention.

“Bilboo! Bilbo!” he screamed, “What is this I hear about you denying our son’s love?!

(Yes, our son’s love!)

Would you do this to your friends and relatives Primula and Drogo?!

(Primula and Drogo!)

Have you no consideration for your nephew’s feelings?!

(Yes, his feelings!)

Handing over his beloved to some other stranger!

(Some other stranger!)

Both Gandalf and Prim notice a slight twist in his voice, as if it sounded gradually more like a dreary menace, even Frodo could hear it from the pantry. Nonetheless, Bilbo continued.

“How can we allow it how? How can you take our son under your wing, live in your house, raise him, only to deny him of love, how!?

(How can we allow you take your son under your wing, only) how? (to) how? (deny him) how?! (of) how!? (love!) How!!

Bilboo!!”

The hobbit brough his hands to his head in a moment of desperation, then jumped as if someone had scared him, before returning to Primula. Gandalf straighten up his position at the table.

“Such a learned man as Bilbo wouldn’t do it!

(Wouldn’t do it!)

Tell me it isn’t true, and then I wouldn’t worry!

(Wouldn’t worry!)

Say you gave your blessing to your nephew’s marriage!

(Your nephew’s marriage)

Let me tell you what would follow if you stop Frodo and Primrose’s wedding!”

(Their wedding!)

Then Bilbo stopped completely in his tracks. His hand was up, while eyes were staring directly at Prim’s, like a spider staring at a fly; yet Prim wouldn’t stray from his gaze, nor let her body move a single muscle despite the cold sensation she felt run up her spine, unknowingly shared with Frodo. Gandalf saw Bilbo’s other hand hold something in his waistcoat pocket.

“Should you stop Frodo from marrying the one he loves, I pity you most!” he pointed a finger in Prim’s direction, but not at her, “You’ll leave and travel for 3 weeks. And when the 3 weeks are up, I’ll come to you by night!”

He brought a hand to his neck, to Prim and Gandalf’s surprise.

“I’ll take you by the throat!” he brought a second hand, “And… This I’ll give you Bilbo Baggins! That I’ll give you Bilbo Baggins! Aaah! Aah!”

Though he couldn’t see what was happening, Frodo was just as scared as Prim and Gandalf, who saw Bilbo almost choke himself. Bilbo’s voice seemed distorted as he wailed and made the most unsettling sounds, until Gandalf stood up and spoke firmly.

“Evil spirit!” he called, “May you sink back to the earth!”

Even if the wizard’s words were just as made up as Bilbo’s dream, the tone in which he pronounced made his shadow grow strong and wider, darkening the kitchen in such way even Frodo noticed from the pantry. Bilbo’s harms dropped, trembling, and his panting showed that voice had returned to normal.

Primrose herself was panting, with her eyes glued on the older hobbit. Her chest felt heavy as if she had a stone stored in there, and her back felt cold. Frodo heard her take a deep breath and thought of going up to meet her, Bilbo and Gandalf, but his body still felt too heavy and cold to move.

Gandalf’s shadow grew smaller until it returned to normal, and he sat down once again. The fear in the three hobbit’s hearts subsided.

“It is a very strange dream…” said the wizard.

Frodo glanced at the kitchen. It was a dream then.

“And to think that was my relative, Primula Baggins” Bilbo spoke, glad to return to his regular voice, “Uff…”

“Indeed…” Gandalf gazed at the hobbit with suspicion.

“Gandalf.”

The wizard turned to Prim, beside him, who had remained silent for a while.

“Do you think it means anything?” she asked, her voice never weakening.

Frodo straighten himself up, glued to the pantry’s doorway.

Neither of the two hobbits knew if they should believe it or not, yet both of them held a ray of hope in their chest. However strange, and even dark twist Bilbo’s dream had, both Primrose and Frodo wanted to believe their match was made in Valinor, and so it was inevitable they held each other’s hearts - even their departed relatives would know that.

Gandalf gazed down softly at the hope in Prim’s eyes. It’s not that he didn’t see her worry and fear as well, but the wizard favoured the hobbit’s hope above all. He smiled kindly at her and took both her hands in his once again.

“Primrose, my dear, I think it means what you want you want it to mean.”

Frodo found himself beaming at those words as he felt another great wave of affection run from his chest to his cheeks, one that Prim felt as well and barely managed to hide in a deep breath and a smile.

“If I were to guess,” continued Gandalf, gaining a more fun expression, “if your grandmother Primrose Butcher, and Primula and Drogo Baggins, all took the trouble to come from the other world to tell Bilbo about you and Frodo,” the wizard waved his head, “all I can say is that it’s for the best, and couldn’t possibly be any better.”

“Indeed!” Bilbo cheered.

Frodo grinned at the sound of Primroses’ laugh, for it was a happy one.

Bonus:

“Now that we’ve solved this matter,” continued the older hobbit, as he walked towards Prim, “I won’t delay you any longer, my dear. I’m sure your mother needs you for the party preparations…”

Frodo understood his uncle was preparing to lead her to the front door and made his way out as fast as he could, shutting the door silently before Bilbo and Prim reached it.

“Solved?” asked Prim, letting Bilbo’s arms guide her up from her sit, “But what am I supposed to do now?”

Bilbo’s nephew ran up and passed the kitchen window, unaware of the wizard inside it noticing his swift form. Frodo hid beside the hill that was his home, still in time to hear his uncle reply.

“What are you supposed to do now? Well, nothing I suppose!” the hobbit giggled, “You already have each other’s heart, after all. The rest should come naturally, don’t you agree?”

“I suppose so…” Prim smiled at the hobbit.

“Right,” he smiled back, “see you at the party then!”

“Happy birthday, Bilbo.”

“Thank you very much, my dear.”

Primrose took her leave and both Baggins – nephew and uncle – watched her go, one from the hill, the other from the door. Frodo followed her with his eyes until he heard Bilbo sight with delight, and turned to look at him as he started to sing to himself in a sweet voice.

“A blessing on my head. Cheers! Oh, cheers! To have my nephew wed. Cheer! Oh, cheers! And such a niece-in-law, like no one ever saw, Frodo’s dear, Primrose Stoor.”

He let another sight as he repeated the last verse.

Frodo’s dear, Primrose Stoor… Frodo’s dear, Primrose Stoor…

Bilbo giggled to himself again, then turn around, and close the door behind him.

#lotr fanfic #lord of the rings fanfiction #frodo x reader #frodo x oc

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liquidmcgarnagle · 5 years

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Que piensa; What do you think?

The diner was just another hole-in-the-wall built in to the Tower District. One young and very beautiful woman was the only one on shift tonight even though there were seven people at the bar, and nearly all the booths were full. He felt disgusted with the fact that she should have to put up with this as he snapped his finger in the air for service. He hoped she hadn't actually seen him do it, but she was there right away with a fresh face.

“Are you survivin' the night?” he asked. “This place is packed!”

“Well, I like to think that I'll never get jaded, but I do get a little from a friend.” She places her left pointer curled against the right side of her nose. The thumb presses against her cheekbone and outward, opening her nasal passages and she sniffs cleanly in. “It ain't so bad, just gotta keep on keepin' on ya know? More coffee?”

“Thanks...” he squints at her chest, taking time to look without seeming pervert-y. “Delia? Delaila? Diladid? No wait...” She chuckles. He tilts his head to the side like a bird getting another vantage point for its food. You know how they do.

“Cute...” she wants to roll her eyes, but she does so rapidly enough that no one notices. Hard to fake sarcasm on the go.

“You know I can never tell when someone in the,” he air-quotes “service industry is having a good time with me, or just after tips.” Gretchen sinks lower in to the booth reading Nietzsche. It almost pissed him off the type of stuff she was reading these days, like she would start dressing in all black any minute now.

“Ah, gotcha” double-tapping a click to his teeth like a check mark. She worked hard even though she had substantive support. He hated waiting on people; she must put up with a lot. Jesus, He knew the owner too, and he was a dick. Literally... his name was Richard.

“So, you good then?” she sniffs. He can still see a little bit of white Halloween in the crevice between her thumb and forefinger. He was always observant regarding psychoactives. Why? It was like something like that always finding him and staring straight in to his eyes. Staring him down almost

“Um, naw, we're ok. You doin' ok honey?” She took off quickly emptying the coffee pot in to three different cups.

“Miss, I had decaf” one of the patrons at a booth said.

“Then just drink a little bit Henry,” she retorted. “Besides, I've always given you regular... you tip better when I sneak ya some.” Henry shrugged his shoulders.

“Don't address women, like that, or anyone for that matter. It can be perceived as demeaning Dad.”

“Well, shit, maybe you should start calling me Mr. Dad?” He was slightly embarrassed at the remark, but maybe she was right. The times were changing and change made him very uncomfortable. He thinks about all the changes in his life that he fought tooth and nail against and how they bit him in the ass. The change happened and he didn't like the fight. Ugh, he thought. He missed not caring. He missed the booze. He missed the fun times he thought he had.

“Are you familiar with honorifics Pop?” she asked snootily, knowing he had no idea.

“What do you think daughter?” curling roughly the way he called her to show he was a little pissed off at the educational lecture he was about to endure.

“In Japanese culture, politeness is key. After the feudal era, the status of people was highly important to contrast the lack of order during war.” Stephen rolled his eyes. Pissing him off gave her fuel for some reason; medieval fuel for a modern era. She would 'sophen' him up a bit to get him pissed off enough to go to work today... this time.

“So, honorifics are expressions of respect and endearment like the nature of a relationship when people talk with each other. Like, if I was a student and you were my teacher, I would refer to you as senpai. You would call mom, mama-chan. I would call someone in a grade below me kohai. You would refer to everyone around you as bozu cuz you hate everyone.” She enjoyed teaching her father random stuff at random times. He couldn't take it otherwise. Knowledge had to be peppered on to him as if from the mill. She couldn't tell him this or else he would figure it out and be shut out permanently; or at least until he forgot.

“This is too much shit honey... fuck... shit... goddamnit...” he smacks the table hard, rattling the dishes. You hear the spoon next to his daughter's cup of coffee. She drinks it black referring to it as Mississippi Mud. Mmm, smacking her lips every time she takes her first sip. She falls in to her seat. 'that ain't right he says to himself.'

“I am only saying that this is another way to think. And it's nice, right?”

“Yes. Yes it is Gretch. But that kind of stuff would never fly here. Everyone is just sitting in their own shit, thinking their better than everyone else, waiting for the right time to strike when the iron's hot and the people, ripe for the picking. Let's talk about something else. What'd you do in school today?”

“They had us take apart owl pellets.”

“What the hell are those?”

“Ok, you know, owls catch mice and eat 'em and stuff? It's not like they have a knife and fork with their bib tucked in when they go to town,” she eyes how ridiculous her father looks with his done in. It would be nice if the whole Beethoven look was still the style, but it's not. “Well, they regurgitate whatever is left over from the carcass. Owls eat the rodent. Then, after their body sucks all the meat and nutrients out of it,” she imitates vomiting “Ughaah ughaah!”

“Oh, that's cool! Not! Haha,” he laughs at himself tritely. “What the hell's the point? I feel like they are wasting their time with this kinda shit. My taxes pay for someone to go out, catch fucking shit-ton of owls, and go through their shit?!?”

“Our tax dollars daddy.” responding slowly to make sure he doesn't feel so alone. “And besides, that's not how it works.”

“Whatever,” he looks away and throws his arm in the air.

“Alright what else?” he regretfully asks, but these are his fatherly duties, to know what's going on in the life of his offspring, especially at such an early age. It's only our current cultural climate of capitalist consumerism that has begun to lay the tile of family disruption.

“Well in health class after seeing all of those fucking STD's! I find that sex can be summed up into this: 'a stinky yellow discharge.' And that's on both sides!” she doesn't care what she said.

“I told you to stop swearin' like that Gretch.”

“I like to think that I have a spice rack that sits on my tongue. You haven't taken me Costco for a while. And I'm all out of “like, really? damn and cun---”

“Stop right there young lady! Goddamnit! Sometimes I wish your mother was here to teach you how to speak proper. But then I remember how big a' cunt she is.” looking off in the distance he moves his eyes towards her to make sure she knows he's fucking with her.

“How else am I supposed to put some flavor on what I say?” snickering.

“You're smart, I know you'll think of something.” He sighs with his forearms propping up his entire upper-torso. He feels the weight of being a father in his brain. It's emotionally exhausting. What were the payouts? What was the reason he had a kid in the first place? Oh yeah.

Such weird juxtaposition. The dissociation of church and state. The association between church and state. Dangle the lusty lace in our faces while those we were supposed to love tell us what we think is wrong. Just gotta explore. Just gotta find out... find out... find out... for yourself.

“You need any money for school tomorrow before I forget?” Stephen asks her squarely, and then immediately nonchalantly. Gretchen looks around, slightly unsure, slightly disgusted, but she says something anyway.

“I don’t know. Look at everyone.” Stephen looks around. “What, you don’t see it?”

“See fuckin’ what?” he tries to take out the meat of the fuck as he speaks.

“Look at how sad they all are. We all come here to get something. To get something we have to give something. We feel bad that we have to have this exchange; always feeling that we’re being cheated, scammed, or not getting our money’s worth. This has given life to this negative connotation with even receiving something for free, like ‘What do you want?’”

“This is the way the world works Gretch. Scratch my back, I scratch yours. Quid pro quo. Nothing is free, except freedom. They like to say it isn’t but that’s just one more piece of bait. Tradition!!!” he imitates Fiddler on the Roof.

"I don’t want to accept it. That cannot be the final say of how we turn out; hating the fact that we have to get together just to hate each other through barter. And then! And then we retreat back to whichever hole we found to hide from them,” she is enamored with the anger and logical emotion she produced.

“Look, I just don’t want people thinking I’m a deadbeat Dad.” An obvious tweaker stumbles in like an electron firing in every direction. The camera speeds up and slows down, like in Donnie Darko as the montage music plays. The camera pans for the first time through Middlesex school depicting the main characters how the director wants you to see 'em. His body parts flail while still seeming like he's about to fall over any second. He walks toward the bathroom and stops dead. He turns around looking at Stephen. He collapses with his ass out and his elbows on their table, jumbling the words “How much?”

Stephen sticks his hand down his pocket, grabbing an ugly wad of cash and lots of change. Gretchen grabs her backpack and stands on top of the trampoline-like pleathery booth. She weighed practically nothing compared to the bounciness of the seat. Stephen turns with the fist full of money and plows the presently degenerate right in the face as the cash flies everywhere. The faces of the patrons all looked up at the scene, like a frozen applause. Gretchen jumps in to the air towards her father as he's shaking his fist in painful disgust. “Gretch!” he yells. “Fuck that hurt!” He catches her and tucks her under his arm like a football; she and the backpack flailing beneath at the mercy of her father's panicked and happy gait.

The camera pans upward: -25 to -32.5 degrees, quadrant IV of basic geometric circumstance... Aside from the third dimension, vantage vector is at y=-1/3x +1, where the y axis presents the door, and the vantage point is just a few feet in front of and below Stephen and Gretchen; with Delia halfway out the glass door, waving the coffee pot in her outstretched and snowy appendage. This is slow motion of course...

He says panting in run “I wish that pot pie place hadn't close hun.”

“I know Pop, we'll find another place soon. I'll find somewhere we've never been before. A unholy, holier hole in the wall, K?” her voice staccatos with every bounce, like when a baby is trying to make noises when you bounce it on your knee. It sounds funny.

“Fuck, that's the third place this week.”

“I know Dad.”

You know I love you Gretch. Everything ”

“I know Dad.” They are both smiling while he sprints heavily away with his most prized possessions.

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Hey Arnold - Arnold’s Thanksgiving

I know it has been QUITE a while since I updated, but here I am again, with a brand new Thanksgiving recap! Yes, this time Hey Arnold himself is getting the turkey treatment.

(Also, it’s surprising how few Nickelodeon cartoons have Thanksgiving episodes - Rugrats, Hey Arnold, and As Told by Ginger are the only ones I think).

Anyway, the city is preparing for Thanksgiving as Arnold rides his bike past a recreation of the Mayflower ship that is about to set sail. Although this seems like sort of a cool idea, it also seems like a bad idea. Did they retro-fit an existing ship, or did they somehow build a Mayflower ship from scratch?

Arnold can’t stick around though, because he’s late for his class’ Thanksgiving Pageant Play.

Elementary school Thanksgiving plays seem to be a huge deal in cartoons and TV shows, but I don’t remember ever having to do anything like that. The closest thing we did was color in some cornucopias and read books about turkeys that ran away from farms or whatever.

Mr. Simmons seems to have penned this particular play himself, and this dude seriously needs to chill. Like he’s having fourth graders perform it, what was he expecting, Fiddler on the Roof? Not to mention the dialogue is so maudlin and sweet it just makes you want to barf. Mr. Simmons should definitely keep to teaching and stay away from play authorship. (Although when the kids are freaking out during scene changes he keeps shouting “STAY FROSTY!” and I found that hilarious).

The play is a collection of scenes about the history of Thanksgiving (go figure) that start at the first Thanksgiving and goes all the way up to a 1950′s Thanksgiving, where Helga and Arnold are given the parts of Son and Daughter. I was surprised to see that Helga actually seemed to be pretty on board with the role of a traditional 1950′s woman, something I would think she would rebel against, but my theory is that she feels she has never had a real Thanksgiving, and so gets to pretend at having one here.

The play ends, Mr. Simmons sheds a tear (Dude. Come on. Get a grip.) And the kids are released for their Thanksgiving holiday.

Everyone’s excited to celebrate Thanksgiving except for Arnold and Helga. Arnold because his grandma always thinks it’s the 4th of July and they have to celebrate accordingly, and Helga because her mom is always a drunken mess and burns the stuffing, Big Bob sits in front of the TV and ignores her, and she is constantly compared to her “perfect” older sister Olga.

I do see where Arnold is coming from about not wanting to celebrate the 4th of July on the roof in the middle of November, but I feel like Helga gets the more raw deal here, because at least Arnold is still surrounded by his loving (if very weird) family.

Thanksgiving Day arrives at the Boarding House and Grandpa Phil starts delegating out roles such as grilling the hot dogs, putting up red white and blue flags, etc. Arnold suggests that maybe this year they should have a real Thanksgiving and everyone is like LOL Arnold you fool, obviously your grandma is confused and we must go along with her every year.

You know, even though Arnold is annoyed by it, I think it’s kind of sweet that the Boarding House just generally goes along with Pookie, as she clearly has some kind of dementia. They could try to force her to celebrate Thanksgiving like “normal”, but that would make her unhappy, so they just go along with her 4th of July thing. Arnold ain’t having it this year though, so he GTFO’s in hopes of finding a real Thanksgiving somewhere.

Over at Helga’s house, Miriam is super hung over - I mean, uh, “tired” - and overcooked the stuffing again. Hegla enthusiastically tells her dad happy Thanksgiving and shows him the centerpiece she made, but he’s more interested in his football. Aw. That hurt my heart a little bit.

It looks like Miriam is about to burn down the entire house. Luckily super-woman Olga is there to take over the cooking and make a beautiful feast - except she ropes in the whole family to help her. You know, I don’t understand why everyone is so against helping Olga make dinner? Like they wanna eat, right? Do they just expect her to do everything by herself? I swear I could write a whole essay just on the family dynamic of the Patakis.

Helga goes along with it for a bit, but when it comes time to say what she’s thankful for at the dinner table, she’s had enough and says she’s thankful for nothing in her stupid family. Big Bob tries to send her to her room, but she hits the mean city streets in hopes of finding something better instead.

Helga and Arnold run into each other, and since they both are having shitty Thanksgivings, decide to hang out together. Arnold says they should try to be optimistic, but Helga isn’t having that either. They decide they should go see what Mr. Simmons’ Thanksgiving is like, because the Thanksgiving he wrote about for the play was so perfect.

I get where they’re going with this and all, but if I was a teacher and two of my students showed up at my door, I’d be a little weirded out.

Mr. Simmons isn’t weirded out though - he’s happy to see Arnold and Helga and doesn’t question why the hell they’re there or if he should call their damn parents. He brings them into his dining room to introduce them to everybody, and it turns out he named the characters in the play after his own family. Except, instead of being perfect 1950′s-esque people, Mr. Simmons’ family is the absolute worse. They’re depressing, rude, and selfish.

Also this is where we meet Mr. Simmons’ “friend”, who based on cues and the fact Mr. Simmons is coded as gay, this is probably Mr. Simmons’ boyfriend. Which would explain why Mother Simmons is so hostile to him.

The abject awfulness of the Simmons family makes Arnold and Helga a little uncomfortable and they adjourn to the kitchen to discuss it. Mr. Simmons overhears, and lets them know that even though his family is difficult, he loves them, and that’s why he makes an effort to bring them together every year, because he’s thankful they’re in his life.

This flips a switch in the kids’ brains and they decide if Mr. Simmons can deal with those whackos, they can deal with their own families, and they head back home.

When Helga gets home, she finds her family in a rampant craze, calling the police and making flyers in order to find her. This touches her enough that she is able to forgive them, and shares a group hug with her family. Aw.

Arnold returns to Grandpa Phil apparantly freezing on the roof, and everything deserted. When he asks what’s going on, Phil said everything descended into chaos after Arnold left, and when they heard he was looking for a “real” Thanksgiving, they all decided to throw him a surprise party, with all the traditional Thanksgiving food (plus fireworks). Awww.

And that is Arnold’s Thanksgiving.

THOUGHTS: This is a great Thanksgiving special. Whereas a lot of specials focus on teaching kids the lesson of being thankful for what you have, Arnold’s Thanksgiving shows that nobody really has a “perfect” Thanksgiving, and everyone’s family is just as weird as yours. (Of course they’re kids - they haven’t discovered yet that the real joy of Thanksgiving is getting wine-drunk and falling asleep on the couch). I did feel that Arnold’s disappointment with their weird November 4th of July tradition wasn’t as meaningful as Helga’s story with her (frankly, rather abusive) family. I liked seeing the kids come to their own conclusions after meeting Simmons’ family, and the ending is very sweet.

Happy Thanksgiving everybody!

#Hey Arnold #Arnold's Thanksgiving #arnold shortman #helga pataki

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The Shayna Maidel and The Yiddisher Kop

A/N: An anon request for a song fic with Matchmaker from Fiddler on the Roof, featuring Spencer x Reader set in the 1500s. (The matchmaker works a little differently than in the song just because that’s where my brain went, more like Mulan heading to her than having her bring the match.) P.S. I hope that I was able to incorporate this character we love into an authentic world.

“Papa, what do you think he’ll be like?” She asked, pinning her hair up with the decorative black velvet pin that her father had managed to procure from the market. He wanted his only daughter to be taken care of whenever he happened to pass on, so she needed to make the best impression. Paired with her deep purple dress that was only worn on special occasions, she was sure to make a good impression on the matchmaker.

Once dressed, she turned to her father nervously. “You look beautiful,” he said as he pushed a lock of her hair out of her face. “Hopefully, he’ll be a scholar. You were always smarter than the rest of us. You deserve to have a husband who can talk to you about important things.”

Her mother rounded the corner and gave her father a wink. “We have to make sure he’s rich too.” Though Mama would’ve married Papa over and over again despite the fact that Papa came from nothing, she wanted more for her only surviving child. Money brought a carefreeness to life that they had never been able to experience. “What do you hope comes of your match, Y/N?”

“I hope he’s handsome,” she said blushing furiously.

There was actually someone she had her eye on. Someone she hoped would be her match, but that’s not the way things worked around her. Just because she wanted Spencer Reid to be her match didn’t make it so.

As the hustle and bustle of the families going to the morning market continued outside, Y/N grabbed the sides of her dress and spun around, feeling very much like the princess she wasn’t. “You have someone in mind, don’t you child?”

“Yes, Mama.”

“He’s not rich though.”

She walked up to her mother and held her face in her hands. “True. But he isn’t poor either. Even if he was it wouldn’t matter to me. We’ve done okay for ourselves. I’ve had a happy childhood.”

For the most part at least. She’d lost her sister and two brothers to disease, but her parents did the best they could to provide for them and keep them fed - and they were never without love, so she was luckier than most.

After a quick bite to eat, Y/N made her way to the matchmaker with a basket and a few coins in tow to grab some food from the market on the way back. “Wish me luck, Mama! Wish me luck, Papa!”

“Good luck!” They called back simultaneously.

Making her way through the town, Y/N found herself drifting off into dreams of who her husband might be. Thankfully, she had the backing of her parents; if she truly loathed the man she was matched with, then she didn’t have to marry him. They would continue to struggle, but they wanted her happiness above all else.

Matchmaker, matchmaker, Make me a match, Find me a find, Catch me a catch Matchmaker, matchmaker Look through your book, And make me a perfect match

She was aware of all the potential marriages in town. One man was nearly 65 years old; she prayed he wasn’t her match. There were also the drunkards - the ones she refused to marry with full backing from her parents. The town also boasted the rabbi’s son, the bread maker’s two sons, and a few other fairly eligible men. None of them held a candle to Spencer though. He was a few years older than she, but he was kind and sweet and intelligent and he had the prettiest smile and eyes. “Yenta! It’s Y/N Y/L/N!”

“Come in, child!”

Everyone called her yenta, but the better word was shadkhen. A former noblewoman, she moved to town after her husband’s death and then served as the area’s matchmaker. She was a hard woman to impress, but if she liked you, a match was much more likely to be in your favor. “I’ve been looking in my book for you, but I want to know what you hope to obtain from this match I make for you, shayna maidel?”

It was risky to tell yenta what you hoped for, because if she didn’t like you, she could use it against you, but in Y/N’s case, she was fairly sure that yenta had a soft spot for her. “I do hope that he’s handsome, but that’s not the most important thing.”

“What is, child?”

“He should have a thirst for knowledge and a gentle hand.”

“You were always the smartest woman in town. Like me,” she smiled, pinching her cheeks.

For a few moments, yenta went about her business, leaving Y/N to contemplate the future in uncertainty. “Do you have anyone in mind for me?”

“I do,” she replied, her smirk leaving Y/N confused. “The bread maker’s eldest, Ancel, is an option. Very sweet boy and the talk of the town.”

He wasn’t very smart, but that wasn’t the worst thing. Y/N could absolutely do worse than either of the bread maker’s boys.

“I’m also thinking of about one of the local farmer’s boys, Josef, and the other option is the lonesome boy on the outskirts of town who takes care of his mother, Spencer, very smart, quite a handsome boy, but quite picky too.”

“How so?” Y/N asked.

Maybe he wouldn’t like her.

“He is very stubborn that anyone who does not accept his mother does not truly accept him, and he has already turned down a few matches, namely Goldie and Minah,” she said.

No wonder he’d rejected them; they were shallow shmendriks - not stupid in the bookish sense, that was no fault of anyone other than the world in which they lived, but in heart; they felt nothing for others. Spencer deserved more than that. Frankly, her other possible matches didn’t deserve to be stuck with Goldie or Minah either.

“Well, if you match me with Spencer, may your third match be the trick,” Y/N said casually, trying to hide the blush in her cheeks and failing.

Yenta sing-songed, “Oh, so shayna punim likes the shy boy from the outskirts? I’ll be thinking things over, but I’ll be by your home later tonight to give you my match, child. Okay?”

“Yes, Yenta. May I ask a favor?”

“You may ask of course,” she said sarcastically.

Closing the door to the marketplace once more before she left, Y/N spoke softly. “My friend, Toiba. I know she doesn’t come from much, but she is a sweet girl who deserves to be happy. Can you make sure she has a good match?”

“I will, child. Toiba is a simple girl, but she is kind, caring and attentive. I will take care of her too.”

“Thank you, Yenta.”

Oh, matchmaker, matchmaker, I'll bring the veil, You bring the groom, Slender and pale. Bring me a ring for I'm longing to be, The envy of all I see.

The entire day passed slower than the pouring of molasses, but soon yenta would show up with Y/N’s match in tow. “Yenta is here!” Papa called.

Her heart started to pound frantically. “I’m so nervous, Mama.”

“He will be a good boy. I can feel it.”

As Papa opened the door, Y/N thought about all the possibilities that lie before her with each of her possible matches. If Yenta was telling the truth, then she knew she would be respected and taken care of, but her heart definitely wanted one man in particular.

“Hello,” Spencer said with his hat in his hand. “Mr. and Mrs. Y/L/N, it’s nice to meet you.”

Her parents ushered her forward, though she nearly tripped over her dress in the process. “Hello, sir.”

“Spencer, please.”

She met his gaze and saw the smile in his eyes. “I hope to be a suitable match for you, Spencer.”

“Of course he will be!” Yenta exclaimed. “When I mentioned you as a possible match his ears perked up.” The ears in question were turning red, his face hot with embarrassment also. “Finally, this stubborn child has accepted a match from me. Third time is the charm.”

Spencer spoke respectfully. “I’m not stubborn. I just didn’t want to marry someone who couldn’t love the whole of me and not just bits and pieces.” He reached out and grabbed Y/N’s hand, pressing a kiss to the top of her palm. “I know everyone in this town. This is the only match I would ever accept.”

Y/N’s heart felt light. “Thank you, Spencer. Would you like to come in?”

“I would love to.”

With Yenta smugly walking away, Y/N new that Toiba would be taken care of as well. She always thought that Toiba would be well-matched with the bread maker’s boy.

Spencer sat down across the table from Y/N. “How do you want to live life, Y/N?” He asked softly.

“I would like to see the world, though I know it’s likely that I won’t. I also want to learn to read and write better than I do. And I’d also like to live a happy life with a couple of children to speak of.”

With her parents making something to eat in the background, Spencer smiled. “I could teach you to read better. I have a whole room with books I’ve collected.”

That sounded like heaven.

“I may not be able to take you all over the world, but I might be able to do the next best thing through books.”

Y/N smiled. “I would love that.”

All of a sudden, Y/N’s parents popped back into the room. “So when is my shayna punim getting married?” Mama asked.

“Mama! He’s barely walked in the door!”

Spencer watched on as Y/N went back and forth with her parents. It was much like him and his mother. This was a perfect match.

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#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid fic #dontshootmespence #the shayna maidel and the yiddisher kop

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LUCY AND JOE NAMATH

S5;E5 ~ October 9, 1972

Directed by Coby Ruskin ~ Written by Bob O'Brien

Synopsis

While Craig is home from college and playing tennis, he is eyed by quarterback Joe Namath for his potential as a football player. First, however, they have to convince Lucy to give permission for Craig to play the dangerous sport.

Regular Cast

Lucille Ball (Lucy Carter), Gale Gordon (Harrison Otis Carter), Lucie Arnaz (Kim Carter)

Guest Cast

Desi Arnaz Jr. (Craig Cartrer) is the real-life son of Lucille Ball. His 1953 birth was worked into the plot of “I Love Lucy” although Desi Jr. never played the role of Little Ricky Ricardo. He did, however, appear on the final half-hour episode of the series “The Ricardos Dedicate a Statue” (ILL S6;E27) in a crowd scene. He was occasionally seen as Billy Simmons and other minor characters on “The Lucy Show.” At the time of filming “Here’s Lucy” he was part of the band Dino Desi and Billy along with Dean Martin Jr. and Billy Hinsche. Arnaz was married to actress Linda Purl from 1980 until 1981. In 1987, Arnaz married Amy Laura Bargiel. They lived in Boulder City, Nevada, with their daughter, and own the Boulder Theatre, a cinema converted into a theatre and home to the Boulder City Ballet Company. Amy died in 2005 after a long battle with cancer. Desi Arnaz has a daughter, Julia.

This is Craig's first appearance since the end of season 3 in February 1971.

Joe Namath (Himself) born in 1943, Joe Namath was a record-setting and award-winning professional football player. His career on the gridiron began in 1965 with the Jets and ended 1977 with the Rams. Nicknamed ‘Broadway Joe’, he also was an actor doing stage, screen, and television commercials. He hosted “The Joe Namath Show” (1969) and other television shows. Namath appeared in summer stock productions of Damn Yankees, Fiddler on the Roof, and Lil' Abner, and finally legitimized his nickname as a cast replacement in a New York revival of The Caine Mutiny Court Martial in 1983.

Bob Harks (Joe Namath’s Stand-In, uncredited) was seen in the background of Mame (1974). In 1970 he popped up on his first television show and was seen in more than a dozen episodes of “Here's Lucy.” He died at age 83 in 2010.

Namath tells Lucy his friends call him ‘Joseph’. Lucy says the papers call him ‘Broadway Joe.’

Dick Patterson (Coach Hennessy) made his Broadway debut in David Merrick’s Vintage ‘60, and appeared in The Billy Barnes People, the national touring company of Bye Bye Birdie, and opposite Carol Burnett in Fade Out, Fade In. His last musical was Smile, a spoof of beauty pageants. He was seen in “Lucy Helps Danny Thomas” (TLS S4;E7). This is the third of his four appearances on “Here’s Lucy.”

Coach Hennessy was teammates and roommates with Joe Namath at the University of Alabama.

Kenny Endoso (Jimmy) was a Hawaiian-born actor and stunt performer whose career began in 1967 and racked up hundreds of credits. He died in 2010.

The voice of the TV announcer and the other college football players (including one named Murphy) are uncredited.

This episode was inspired by Lucille Ball's appearance with Joe Namath on “The Super Comedy Bowl,” a TV special aired the night before the January 1971 Super Bowl game, although the segment was taped on November 23, 1970. In the sketch, Lucille Ball played an ER nurse who 'manhandles' football player Joe Namath after an accident. The sketch was written by Arnold Kane, who remembers in his book, My Meteoric Rise to Obscurity:

“Lucy was a comedy genius. Namath was naturally frightened and nervous about doing comedy but the thought of working with Lucy scared the crap out of him.”

A year later, Lucie Arnaz appeared on the second “Super Comedy Bowl” special, which was taped on November 22, 1971 and aired January 12, 1972. Lucie's comedy partner was football great Bubba Smith.

On the episode's DVD introduction and in The Lucy Book by Geoffrey Mark Fidelman, Desi Arnaz Jr. said:

"I came back to the show after not being heard from for two years. I'm sure for some of the viewers it was like, 'Craig? Craig who?' I was hardly ever referred to in the show once I was gone."

Arnaz is right to say that for the first part of season 4 his absence went unexplained. He was finally mentioned in “Lucy's Bonus Bounces” (S4;E16), and several more times for the rest of season 4.

Coincidentally, “Here's Lucy's” main competition during the 1972-73 season was “Monday Night Football” on ABC TV. The night this episode first aired the Oakland Raiders bested the Houston Oilers 34 to 0.

This episode aired on Columbus Day 1972. This was only the second time in US history that the federal holiday was celebrated on a Monday. Before 1971, the holiday was celebrated on October 12, no matter which day it fell on. Lucy Carter spoke about Christopher Columbus during the Secretary Beautiful Contest in “Lucy Competes with Carol Burnett” (S2;E24).

Namath put on his NY Jets uniform for publicity photos, but he never wears the famous #12 jersey during the actual episode.

This episode is the fifth installment in the longest story arc (Lucy’s broken leg) of the series. This storyline was dictated by the fact that Lucille Ball actually broke her leg skiing, necessitating scripts for the first half of season five be tailored to her being in a cast.

After the show was over, Namath sent Lucille Ball an autographed football.

In real life, Desi Arnaz Jr. was an avid tennis player, so writer Bob O'Brien included that into the script.

At the end of scene two, Namath vows to get Lucy to give Craig permission to play or he'll give her his mink coat! Joe Namath had long worn fur, even on the bench. Lucille Ball was also a fan of furs - especially mink. In 2014 Namath caused an internet stir when he appeared at the Super Bowl game wearing a fur jacket.

Harry says back when he was playing college football for State he was known as “Twinkle Toes Carter.” In the stage musical about college life in “Lucy, the Co-Ed” (S3;E6), Harry plays a football player for Bullwinkle University nicknamed ‘Crazy Hips.’ Two episodes later, in “Lucy's Wedding Party” (S3;E8), we again hear of Harry's football career at Bullwinkle State (BS).

Lucy and Namath watch “The National Football League's Salute to the Quarterback” on her TV.

Actual clips of Namath on the field for the New York Jets (#12) are featured. Namath is delighted, but Lucy cringes at the physical violence.

For the final scene on the field. Lucy's golf cart wheelchair is back – this time without the canopy that Harry destroyed at the end of “Harrison Carter, Male Nurse” (S5;E3).

Namath tells Craig that he should give up football and join some rock group. This is an inside joke referring to Desi Arnaz Jr.'s own rock group with Dino Martin and Billy Hinsche called Dino Desi & Billy.

When Harry dresses up in his college duds in “Lucy's Wedding Party” (S3;E8), Lucy tells him that he looks as handsome as Joe Namath!

Nearly a decade earlier to the day, Desi Arnaz Jr. played pee-wee football...

and Lucie Arnaz looked on from the sidelines in a October 1962 episode of “The Lucy Show” where Lucy Carmichael referees her son Jerry’s game.

Professional sports figures that have played themselves on “Lucy” sitcoms:

Jockey Johnny Longden - “I Love Lucy”

Golfer F.G. Bo Wininger - “The Lucy Show”

Baseball Player Jimmy Piersall (above) - “The Lucy Show”

Golfer Jimmy Demaret - “I Love Lucy” and “The Lucy Show”

Football players Johnny Unitas, Jim Brown, and Jimmy Phillips were all mentioned (but not seen) in “Lucy is a Referee” (TLS S1;E3) in 1962. In his high school football uniform, Craig was compared by Kim to football player Y.A. Tittle in “Lucy the Fixer” (S1;E14).

Character Consistency! We learned that Craig played High School football in 1969's “Lucy the Fixer” (S1;E14). It is never mentioned here. Lucy's over-reaction to the dangers of the sport in this episode, three years later, would surely have been tempered by past experience.

Oops! When Harry goes to sit down next to Lucy, he accidentally knocks the chair cushion to the floor and must retrieve it before sitting. This is the second time this has happened to Gale Gordon.

One Hand Clapping! After Craig's blustery exit speech in the first scene, exactly one person in the studio audience gives Desi Arnaz Jr. a round of applause. Ouch!

Age Check! Although the Coach and Namath were supposedly roommates and teammates at college, Dick Patterson (Coach Hennessy) is actually 14 years older than Namath.

“Lucy and Joe Namath” rates 2 Paper Hearts out of 5

Yes, it is good to see Desi Arnaz Jr. again, but I wish it was in a better episode. With “Monday Night Football” as new competition for Lucy, what could be better than a celebrity football player - and Namath fit the bill perfectly. Besides being contrived, there’s not much funny here.

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All of the 5s for the Questions

Personal Character Things || Accepting!

Et tu, brute?

5: Do they have any siblings? What’s their names? What is their relationship with them? Has their relationship changed since they were kids to adults?Kurt has both adopted and blood siblings. He never quite saw Amanda as a sister as he sort of fell in love with her but that entire arc is awkward as shit. Stephan is his adopted brother. They both always had a bit of a rivalry. I’d say his relationship with his brother changed quite a bit considering Stephan tried to kill him and got his neck snapped for it. Yeah I’d say that’s a change.But he sees Circus Gehlhaar as his family for the most part.Though he does have blood brothers, I’ve only interacted with one. Shoutout to @brazendarkholme for a wonderful portrayal and fun writing!! I’d say so far they get along okay. Let’s see if it changes.

15: Are they good at cooking? Do they enjoy it? What do others think of their cooking?Everyone in the circus has to pitch in and help with dinner after performances. He’s very good at peeling potatoes, and yes cooking in general. Since he has an extra, if basic, limb; he can multitask very well. So yep he’s good and likes to cook.

25: What do they find funny? Do they have a good sense of humour? Are they funny themselves?This blue elf likes classic comedy, slapstick, and pranks. A well thought out prank always tickles his funny bone, but they must follow certain rules. No humiliation, permanent damage, or damage to surroundings.As far as classic comedy goes? He LOVES Abbot and Costello, as well as Charlie Chaplain. Chaplain definitely inspired some of his performances and some parts of Nightcrawler.

35: What’s their guilty pleasure? What is their totally unguilty pleasure? Guilty pleasure? Probably pleasure itself. My nickname for him is “Kurt ‘Constantly Thirsty’ Wagner” Because hoo. This boi.Totally unguilty pleasure? He will never be ashamed of loving classic films, much less crying at them. Things like Fiddler on the Roof, Hunchback of Notre Dame, Frankenstein, Princess Bride. All the good ones.

45: How do other people see them? Is it similar to how they see themselves? This HUGELY depends on who we’re talking. If it’s people who know him well, friends? They probably see him as a big fuzzy blue elf who like playing pranks and is not at all what his Nightcrawler persona is. They’d see him for who he is off-stage as it were. A soft, quiet, respectful fuzzy elf who is more likely to kill you with jokes rather than demonic rituals.People who don’t know him though? I think that’s pretty obvious. It’s what I mainly focus on here at Bluebxmfing. People see him as a monster and it’s fucked with him his entire life.

50: If they could only take one bag of stuff somewhere with them: what would they pack? What do they consider their essentials?Rosary, Bible, enough money to have food, his Nightcrawler outfit, a couple books, and perhaps a way of listening to music.

#{Much Meme}#File ; Kurt Wagner #mistressofmythsandlegends

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To End The Year, A Mini-Magpie With A Mini Mystery.

Has mega-fraudster Craig Gore skipped Australia? And if so, why hasnt this been reported in the media especially since he is supposed to have made a midnight flit the very day after a judge refused to allow him to leave? In other matters, one has to admit that the Townsville Bulletin is consistent it has ended the year as it started, continuing its weekly Olympic-standard shambles. And Mongrel the Barrister has left us lawyer Mark Donnelly, the man who inspired a much loved Magpie character has passed away. and our final visit to Trumpistan for 2018. But first Its hard to keep a good man down, and our fav toonist Bentley is nothing if not a good man. Even in the holiday season, he casts his jaundiced eye over the news, and brings us a different and rib-tickling perspective. This week, he was much taken as most of us were with the drone drama at Gatwick Airport in the UK. A professional drone was reported in the airports approach and departure air space, and thousands of travellers were stuck when the whole shebang was shut down for a couple of days while the wallopers tried to go hi-tech and trace the source of the bastardry. Its not fully sorted yet, but Bentley thinks the drone may have already met its fate.

Why Arent All The Gore-y Details Available?

Will ye no come back agin, laddie? Now to our mini-mystery. On December 19, this report appeared in the Courier Mail. Judge denies disgraced former rich-lister Craig Gore request to travel overseas Vanessa Marsh, The Courier-Mail December 20, 2018 2:21pm A DISGRACED former rich-lister accused of ripping off almost $800,000 from investors has broken down in court after a judge refused his request to leave the country to visit family. Lawyers for alleged fraudster Craig Gore today launched an application in the Queensland District Court, seeking for the former businessmans bail conditions to be altered to allow him to travel to Sweden to visit his wife and children. But Judge Paul Smith denied the request, saying Gore faced a long time in prison if convicted and there was a real risk he would not return to Australia to face trial. Gore is facing 12 charges of fraud over allegations he swindled about $800,000 from self-managed super fund investors in 2013-14. He also faces three charges of managing companies while disqualified. Now that seems pretty definitive and eminently sensible. But The Magpie was informed two days later, by a regular contact and mate who has always been on the money in the past, that Gore went back to court the next day on another application, and had his passport returned so he could be with his family in Sweden at Christmas. He was to return in three months to face trial and possibility of a lengthy striped suntan. The Pies contact says Gore was on a flight out of Brisbane that night at 11pm, accompanied by a lawyer (that was apparently part of the arrangement) who will return with certain paperwork. Gore will be expected to make his own way back to face his fate in March. Yeah, right. Now all that is as it may be, BUT THIS SPECTACULAR REVERSAL OF A JUDGES IMPLACABLE DECISION HAS BEEN NEITHER EXPLAINED OR APPEARED IN THE MEDIA. Well, not that The Magpie can find, after days of searching to verify. If it is true, there will be a hell of a lot of very pissed off people Gores victims and the tireless investigators who nailed him who know just how long are the odds that we will ever see this shyster again. Shades of Skase!! Perhaps we will never know how this came about if it did come about because there will be a lofty judicial silence of unaccountability if he is a no show but surely the second hearing was an open court? Hard to fathom why it wasnt reported. Mongrel The Barrister Is No More The Magpies good mate Mark Sludge Donnelly the man who partially inspired the popular Magpie character Mongrel the Barrister, died in his family home in Cairns last weekend. It is fair to say that Mark was my best mate in the halcyon days of Portraits Bar in the Exchange Hotel all through the Noughties, the years when I was reporting court matters for the Bulletin. We were part of a memorable and disparate group, the bar crowded with our marvellously mixed group every Thursday, Friday and sometimes Saturday nights. (The fondly remembered Portraits became Poseurs Bar in the newspaper column and then in this blog.) Mark was universally known as Sludge, which he happily answered to, but never fully explained, even to me, its origins apparently it had something to do with a memorable comment from a lecturer or senior teacher suggesting Marks behaviour at that time some comparable to something from the bottom of a pond. Sludge was one of the wittiest people Ive known, and his memory was nothing short of astounding, not just for quoting legal precedents but in all things, particularly pop music. He always commandeered the music machine at parties, and was a pretty good DJ. He also had an eye for a well turned ankle, and his way of getting ladies to talk about themselves endeared him to more than one. Like many a member of the Portraits push, Mark liked a drink, and some believed he was a bit too enthusiastic in this direction. But I would say that rather than having a battle with the bottle, he just had frequent skirmishes with it, as we all did and any excess rarely affected his work at the other more sedate bar, where he often shone. Mark left Townsville when his father died, to live with his mother in the family home in Cairns. He didnt practice in Cairns, and went into virtual retirement, which was plagued by ill health for some time. He returned to Townsville annually for his birthday, but I lost touch in the past few years, for which I feel a bit miserable now. Sludge is now undoubtedly arguing the finer points about the Laws of Entry with St Peter for that is certainly where this witty, soft-hearted old friend of mine now is because we all know God loves a larrikin. Mark was 62. They Really Dont Understand Language at The Astonisher, Do They? And they even get the wrong WORD for a headlines. Even when theyre trying to make a pun, which kinda depends on the right word, yes? But we got a headline quoting some bizoid saying Townsville is bracing for a great 2018. Bracing for? Ahem. Youve managed to say EXACTLY THE OPPOSITE of what you meant. Heres the dictionary definition of bracing. verb[withobject] prepare (someone or oneself) forsomethingdifficult or unpleasant:both stations arebracingthemselvesforjoblosses|policeare braced fora trafficnightmare. So although this paper goes through life like a bouncing Hari Krishna whos visited the medicine cabinet once too often, giving us totally unquestioning, unexamined glop about our economy (usually from someone with a vested interest), it seem to have inadvertently hit on the truth here. However, the most tedious aspect of the paper of late is the dreary attempts at humour in headlines, particularly about crime, a subject no one in Townsville with the exception of you folks in Flinders Street, finds the least bit funny. AND EVEN THEN, LANGUAGE FAILS YOU let alone a sharp sense of humour.Take this major front page fail on Thursday.

Swindler? My dear headline writer, stay with me on this and read slowly, feel free to move your lips as you must. Now lets see, a swindler is someone who fiddles some unsuspecting victim out of something. That person would be called a fiddler, and if hidden in a ceiling, could be described as ta da a Fiddler In The Roof. You see, this would then coincide with the hit musical of the same name oh, how we would have all fallen about, clutching our sides in mirth, and holding your superior wit in such esteem!!! But swindler? Now weve just got a headache from smacking our foreheads yet again. And this one in simply NOT TRUE. This online

The actual number of people who said (or may have said, who knows, its probably a fiddled fantasy anyway) was 55% of the 700 or so people who responded to a totally uncontrolled survey. If there area 220,000 potential readers (ha! you wish) in the circulation area, the percentage is not even .5 of one percent. But we all know that the on-line edition is sloppy, so the paper itself will temper the outlandish claims, wont it? Errr no.

This is simply lying, and treating people like morons. And still they wonder But barely have we swallowed our anger before we start scratching our heads over weird genuinely weird stories like this, which would suggest that English isnt TEL boss Patricia OCallaghans first language, or she was suffering mild sunstroke when she was penned the media release from which the story was transcribed.

This story is selective twaddle certainly straight off an unedited media release from the Dudley Do Nothings, meaningless twaddle in which Ms OCallaghan specialises. It has often been said of her that she has the gift of the gab, and aint that the truth, just about all of what she has to say, in The Pies experience, is just that meaningless gabble that sounds good until it is more thoughtfully examined. Like this: The Museum of Underwater Art, located within the heart of The Great Barrier Reef, is a proposal based on the works of international sculpture and underwater artist Jason deCaires Taylor. Whats that bit located in the heart of the Great Barrier Reef? Has there been a Krakatoa-like geographic shift we havent noticed? The Underwater Museum, one of several planned along the coast, will be, at last report, just of Maggy Island, the GBR is a at least an hour or more away by fast cat . But in it goes to the story, with a newbie cub reporter just churning out this PR bumf. But wait, theres more. We then get this prize piece of meaningless gabble from the top executive charged with attracting and promoting tourism to Townsville: Its a project that is going to enhance the Great Barrier Reef experience and also educate visitors on how we manage and live with the reef everyday Ms OCallaghan said. That is absolute poppycock that is totally meaningless. And We? Bloody WE? FFS, girl, get a bloody grip. Insulting, uppity tripe from Ms OCallaghan and lazy, presumably unsupervised reporting (read: select all, copy and paste) by a very uncurious junior reporter (read: stenographer). Really, a monkey using scrabble board wouldve made more sense. The clusterfuck continues no wonder were so deep in the shit. Other matters As if golf didnt already have enough hazards.

Words of Wisdom From Two Funny Men

Frankie Boyle The cleverest quote of the week comes from the Scottish comedian Frankie Boyle in the Guardian. But first, his preamble touched a chord for The Magpie, who can vouch for it when Mr Boyle writes: The plight of the satirist, such as it is, is a compulsion to look at the grimmest, most important thing they can think of, and then for reasons that probably wouldnt survive a really good therapist, try to make it funny. To try to address the iniquities of their society, the satirist must manufacture some hope that what theyre doing might make a difference, then type it all up and send it off somewhere before they remember that it never does. Looking back over the events of this year is a bit like holding a doll for a therapist and pointing to where the bad man hurt you. Mr Boyles point is a universal one, which can be shared by Townsvilleans looking back over the past shambolic year. But his prize quote is so subtle, that you may have to think about for a while The Pie roared after a few seconds. The murder ofJamal Khashoggiby Saudi Arabia is another very difficult subject to find the lighter side of, unless someone in the Ecuadorean embassy has clipped the story out and stuck it to the fridge. (Sigh) Dear Mystified of Mysterton, it means that the Ecuadoreans might be giving their Wikileaks guest Julian Assange a hint.

Dave Barry The other funnyman worth a quote is the inimitable Dave Barry , the American columnist who talks about Florida the way The Magpie talks about Townsville only he is far funnier, proof being that The Magpie pinches more of his lines (many) than he does of The Magpies (none). This was his challenge to a graduating class, but it can just as well apply to the year 2019. How are you, Class, going to respond when the Clock-Radio of Challenge emits the Irritating Buzz of Opportunity? Are you going to roll over and hit the Snooze Button of Complacency? Or are you going to wake up and, after performing the Bodily Functions of Preparedness, boldly grasp the Toothbrush of Tomorrow? And no matter what you do in the coming year, make sure youre always politically correct, so no snowflakes will melt before your harsh words.

And So To This Week In Trumpistan First, compare Trump as Commander In Chief of real US soldiers, on his surprise visit to Iraq

Guess whos wondering if she packed the shampoo? with this.

And now to our final gallery of the year about the man Frankie Boyle described as this troll-doll King Lear, who looks like something youd pick off a baking tray after cooking pizza above it.

And Finally How The Hell ? The Pie has been occasionally upbraided for the use of naughty words in this blog well, one word in particular. He is aware that it can be confronting, but it is the other F word Frustration that compels him to sometimes resort to other for emphasis. Anyway, so what, if its good enough for Sesame Street, its good enough for The Pie. .. So that was the year that was, and what a rip-snorter we have coming up. Turns out this edition wasnt so mini after all. Comments run throughout the holiday break 24/7, so you dont have to wait to have your say. And the New Year will look even rosier for the old bird if you think the Nest is worth a small donation to keep it neat and tidy. The how to donate button is below. HAPPY NEW YEAR, YALL. http://www.townsvillemagpie.com.au/to-end-the-year-a-mini-magpie-with-a-mini-mystery/

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bisexualtpring · 7 years

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11 Questions Challenge

Ohh boy I just checked my notifications and I’ve been tagged by four people in the ussfamily, @spockstricorder, @stargirlhorse, @napoleonsolos, and @thehotmessxpress. Thanks so much for tagging me!

Rules: answer 11 questions, think of 11 more and tag 11 people

@spockstricorder’s questions:

1. Favorite fictional character?

Oh gosh, this is a hard one. I have to say Spock, he’s one of my all-time favorites.

2. Analog or digital clocks?

Either is fine with me!

3. Favorite book/book genre?

Fantasy/science fiction

4. Have you ever traveled outside of the country you live in?

Yes!

5. Hot or cold weather?

Neither, but I handle cold weather better.

6. If you could live in any fictional world, what world would you live in?

Ohhhh no, I thought the favorite character one was hard... Let’s just say I love Vulcan, Hogwarts, and J.R.R. Tolkein’s Middle-Earth, especially Rivendell and the Shire.

7. AOS or TOS?

Love AOS but it doesn’t beat TOS

8. Would you rather live in a house or apartment of your own?

Yes definitely

9. What languages do you speak other than your native language/what language would you like to learn?

It’s not spoken but I can sign in ASL a little, wish I could do more. I’d love to learn German more as well.

10. What’s your major/what do you want to major in in university/college?

My major is English

11. What’s your favorite comfort food?

Chocolate in any form and pie.

@stargirlhorse‘s questions:

1. What’s your name? Briana, but I go by Bri mostly

2. What are you doing right now besides answering my pointless questions? Watching Deep Space Nine

3. Fav emoji? 😍 and 🖖

4. Best friend(s)? My fiancee and my roommate!

5. Celebrity crush? Oscar Isaac is the main one at the moment

6. Horse or cow? Both!

7. Cat or dog? Cat

8. Favourite song? I don’t have one rn

9. What are you/do you wanna be? I’m a college student studying English and Gender Studies, and I really want to be an editor and author

10. Any pets you have? One cat and one dog!

11. Pet peeve People cracking their knuckles/fingers

@napoleonsolos‘s questions:

1. What’s your favourite Star Trek character?

I don’t have just one, it’s Spock, Data, Geordi, and Major Kira

2. Do you play videogames? If yes, which one is your fave?

Yes! Dragon Age Origins and Majora’s Mask

3. Favourite TV Series (besides Star Trek)?

Steven Universe, Bob’s Burgers, and It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia

4. When did you watch your first episode of Star Trek?

When I was young. My first real memory of watching an episode was after I attempted to run away from home. My mom played nothing but Star Trek for a week or two afterwards.

5. Fanfiction or books?

Both, but I read books more.

6. What’s the weirdest fact from the country you live in?

Umm Thomas Jefferson, a president, was obsessed with mac and cheese (that’s all that’s coming to mind)

7. A movie you could watch over and over again?

Kiss Kiss Bang Bang and any 90s Disney movie

8. What’s your opinion on muscials? Do you have a favourite one?

I love them! Three of my favorites are Wicked, Hamilton, and Fiddler on the Roof

9. What’s your OTP?

TOS characters/love and happiness

10. Favourite animals?

Tigers

11. Mountains or beach?

Both!

These have been really good questions! I’ve had to stop and think about a lot of them.

My 11 questions:

1. What’s your favorite color?

2. Favorite moment in Star Trek?

3. Star Wars, Star Trek, or both?

4. If you could have any job in the world, what would it be?

5. If you could travel anywhere in the world, where would you go?

6. Do you have a favorite Star Trek series?

7. Countryside or city?

8. What’s your zodiac sign?

9. What’s your favorite genre of music?

10. Do you have a favorite flower, and what kind is it if you do?

11. What is your favorite hobby?

I tag @taluhkk, @psock, @poedaremon, @spacekirk, @llap-ping, @tiberivs-kirk, @adavinic, @andor-cassians, @listles, @vulcanbangs, @raptor-squad-in-space

(Feel free to ignore this if you’ve already answered this or been tagged)

#ussfamily #don't feel obligated to do this if you don't want to #long post #food mention

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Check out:

Favorite stage performances in 2019.

Top 10 Lists of Top 10 Theater in 2019.

Best Broadway Cast Recording of 2019.

Top 10 Theater of the Decade.

Worst Theater of the Decade.

People who engaged with the arts frequently had a 31 percent lower risk of dying, according to a new study from the British Medical Journal. This was independent of demographic, socioeconomic, health related, behavioral, and social factors. Even those who were infrequent consumers of culture had 14 percent lower risk of dying than shoe who never engaged.

The Journal’s editors observe:”The data show that the very people who have the most to gain from participating in cultural activities are least likely to do so. More than 40% of patients with lung disease, depression, or loneliness reported never engaging with the arts despite robust evidence of the potential benefits. Over 40% of participants in the least wealthy group also reported that they never accessed cultural activities. Work must now be done to ensure that the health benefits of these activities are accessible to those who would benefit most.”

The Week in NY Theater Previews and Reviews

The Sorceress The Sorceress (Di Kishefmakherin), the first work of Yiddish theatre ever presented in America, is back on stage in New York 136 years after its U.S. premiere. In my article for TDF Stages, Yiddish Culture Is Alive and Well and Playing in New York, I talk to Motl and Mikhl, the director of the play and the star, who portrays the wicked witch, Bobe Yakhne, in drag. Though Babe is the villain, she is the title character.

The Sorceress, by the same company that put together the acclaimed “Fiddler on the Roof” in Yiddish, is just one of three events this month that demonstrate a resurgence in interest in Yiddish language and culture.

Luke Kirby as stationmaster Thomas Hudetz in “Judgment Day” at the Park Avenue Armory

Judgment Day with Luke Kirby Luke Kirby, who portrayed a movie star hired to play “Hamlet” in the cult TV comedy “Slings & Arrows” 16 years ago, is now on stage for real, as Thomas Hudetz, a murderer in Ödön von Horváth’s 1937 drama “Judgement Day” at the Park Avenue Armory.

Kirby has lived in New York for some two decades now, but has only appeared in a handful of plays, spending most of his time in television — currently as the real-life comic Lenny Bruce in Amazon’s “The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel,” for which he won an Emmy earlier this year, and as closeted civil servant Gene Goldman on HBO’s “The Deuce.” Why so few stage roles…and why this one now?

Those are the questions I put to him in an interview for TDF Stages.

Ian McKellen as Gus the Theatre Cat in “Cats,” co-written and directed by Tom Hooper.

Cats the movie – pics and reviews Cats” isn’t for everyone – much of it is a cheesy, B-grade affair seemingly crafted solely to take over midnight-movie slots from “The Rocky Horror Picture Show,’ Those with an open mind, though, as well as little kids and the T-Swift posse, might find it somewhat pawesome.” Brian Truitt writes in USA Today, in the most positive review I could find. He’s enchanted by Taylor Swift, but turned off by the “nightmare fuel…when human faces are put on tiny mice and Rockette-esque cockroaches.”

More typical is Manohla Dargis in the New York Times: “It is tough to pinpoint when the kitschapalooza called “Cats” reaches its zenith or its nadir, which are one and the same. The choices are legion…

Sing Street

“Sing Street” is a stage musical based on the sweet, funny “happy-sad” 2016 Irish movie by writer/director John Carney about a teenager named Conor growing up in Dublin during the economically depressed but musically vibrant 1980s, who forms a band to impress a girl name Raphina. The musical has its pleasures, especially for those nostalgic for the era of made-for-MTV, New Wave synthesized tunes. A talented group of young adult actor-musicians, ages 16 to 25, perform mostly original pastiche songs by Carney and Scottish singer-songwriter Gary Clark, who was part of the 80s scene and continues his hit-making now. But “Sing Street” the stage musical is likely to disappoint anybody who has seen “Sing Street” the movie (which is currently available for viewing online, through IMDB TV, for free.)

The Week in New York Theater News

The opening of West Side Story has been pushed from from February 6 to February 20 due to a knee injury that left the show’s star Isaac Powell unable to perform. The show began preview peformancs on December 10

.@mockingbirdbway will be the first-ever Broadway show to perform at @TheGarden on February 26, 2020, in front of some 18,000 New York City public school students. Here’s playwright Aaron Sorkin and the new cast posing at the arena. pic.twitter.com/txrecILSJm

— New York Theater (@NewYorkTheater) December 18, 2019

..@TheCrownNetflix stars Claire Foy and Matt Smith will perform in @SleeveNotes‘ “Lungs” at @BAM_Brooklyn March 25-April 19 2020. The play is about a couple wrestling with the morality of having kids in an overpopulated planet. pic.twitter.com/96r9elP5hB

— New York Theater (@NewYorkTheater) December 18, 2019

View of the Shed from The Highline

The Shed’s Second Season

Claudia Rankine, “Help”

Arinzé Kene, “Misty”

Tomas Saraceno, “Particular Matter (s)”

Meet at the Shed, January 11,2020

A free, daylong, building-wide takeover with exhibitions, performances, food

Help March 10 – April 5,2020

An inquiry into white male privilege by Claudia Rankine

Tomás Saraceno: Particular Matter(s) May 6 – August 9, 2020;

A visual art installation that is intended to be neither seen nor heard, but felt.

Misty September 24 – October 24

Fusing live music, spoken word, and absurdist comedy, Misty is a journey through the dark alleyways of a city in flux and a genre-defying excavation of the pressures and expectations that come with being an artist in our time

Live Nation CEO Michael Rapino

Live Nation Entertainment Inc.reached an agreement with the Justice Department to resolve government concerns that the company violated a 2010 antitrust settlement that allowed it to merge with Ticketmaster, according to the Wall Street Journal. Under the original agreement, known as a consent decree, the companies were allowed to combine but had to agree to conditions designed to help preserve competition in the live-events industry.

Dear Evan Hansen

Kerry Butler (Mrs. George), Erika Henningsen (Cady Heron)

Scene from Harry Potter and the Cursed Child at the Palace Theater in London.

Isabelle McCalla and Caitlin Kinnunen as high school girlfriends in The Prom

(l-r) Nicholas L. Ashe, Jonathan Burke, J. Quinton Johnson, Jeremy Pope, Caleb Eberhardt, John Clay III, Gerald Caesar

The problem with teen musicals on Broadway by critic Christian Lewis in American Theatre Magazine.

When it comes to teenagers and Broadway, 2016’s Dear Evan Hansen changed the game. The Tony-winning Pasek and Paul musical was certainly not the first Broadway show about—or beloved by—teens. That credit might go to Spring Awakening (2006) or 13 (2008) or Runaways (1978), or much further back to Babes in Arms (1937), considered the first musical with an entire cast of teenage characters. In the wake of Dear Evan Hansen’s success, Broadway quickly saw a sweep of major productions with teenage protagonists: Mean Girls (2018), Harry Potter and the Cursed Child (2018), The Prom (2018), Choir Boy (2019), Be More Chill (2019), and the latest installation, The Lightning Thief: The Percy Jackson Musical (2019).

….The genre deserves a larger critique, but not the one critics are making. Yes, Young Adult Theatre can seem angsty, the pop score/lyrics can feel basic and the plots contrived. But the central problem with Dear Evan Hansen, Harry Potter and the Cursed Child, Be More Chill, and The Lightning Thief is that they’re all about straight, white, cisgender teenage boys. The supporting casts are often diverse, but the main characters don’t deviate from this norm. Not only are these protagonists about as privileged as they come; worse, each of these pieces is about its hero’s search for his identity. Compared to a person of color, a queer person, a transgender person (let alone any intersection of these), how much do Evan, Harry, Jeremy, or Percy have to figure out about themselves?….We need more shows like The Prom or Choir Boy:

The movie is a wreck, the musical is a joke. Why, then, will we always have ‘Cats’?

By Charles McNulty (who doesn’t really answer the question posed in the headline)

“Cats,” Andrew Lloyd Webber’s blockbuster spun from the light verse of T.S. Eliot’s “Old Possum’s Book of Practical Cats,” is a paradox and a puzzle illustrating the disconnect between theatrical success and respect. The fourth-longest-running show in Broadway history, it is the consummate tourist musical. (“Broadway’s first show for the tired Japanese businessman,” according to Ken Bloom and Frank Vlastnik’s indispensable “Broadway Musicals: The 101 Greatest Shows of All Time.”)

Theater people resent “Cats” not just because it made Broadway uncool until “Hamilton” finally rescued it from the pop cultural stocks. What really infuriates buffs is that “Cats” ushered in an era of grandiose spectacle, the vacuous parade of shows from the 1980s and early ’90s that made it seem as if a musical had to have a helicopter or a crashing chandelier to be worth the rapidly rising ticket price.

Ed Harris and Kyle Scatliffe, center, in “To Kill A Mockingbird”

Q and A about To Kill A Mockingbird with Aaron Sorkin and Ed Harris, its new Atticus

Aaron Sorkin: How did Harper Lee get away with having a protagonist who doesn’t change? Because Atticus isn’t the protagonist in the book or the movie; Scout is—her flaw is that she’s young, and the change is that she loses some of her innocence. While I wanted to explore Scout, I absolutely wanted Atticus to be a traditional protagonist, so he needed to change and have a flaw … It turned out that Harper Lee had [already] given him one; it’s just that when we all learned the book, it was taught as a virtue. It’s that Atticus believes that goodness can be found in everyone….

Ed Harris: I love the film. I think Peck’s portrayal in terms of that story and that script is just indelible. There are little things that happen on the stage even now, just a head move or something, that feels like Gregory Peck! But the inner life of this man I’m playing is so different [from Peck’s character]. He’s trying to hold on to a belief that’s being eroded slowly but surely. It’s really interesting to play.

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TRADITION?

WF THOUGHTS (11/24/18).

Did you have an all-American Thanksgiving? Did you follow all of the traditions? Friends, family, turkey, and pie?

Tradition is important. Think about that classic American character, Tevye. Yes, the milkman from Fiddler On The Roof. After he finishes singing "Tradition," that great American song, he says: "Tradition. Without our traditions, our lives would be as shaky as . . . as a fiddler on the roof!" To Tevye, life was all about tradition. In the dictionary, next to the word "tradition," there is a picture of Tevye.

Thankfully, life also has room for free spirits. The Cambridge Dictionary defines a "free spirit" as "a person who does what they want with enjoyment and pleasure and does not feel limited by the usual rules of social behavior." The young lovers in Fiddler, Tzeitel and the poor tailor named Motel , were free spirits. They reject the forced marriage to Lazar Wolf, the rich butcher, that had been arranged by Yente the matchmaker. Tzeitel and Motel, the young Americans, rejected tradition.

Balance is important in life. We should all be part Tevye and part Tzeitel. The perfect American is a free spirit who also embraces some elements of American tradition.

When I was a young working stiff, with a wife and three little kids, I decided to go the "free spirit" route with respect to Thanksgiving. In my mind, Thanksgiving Weekend was the perfect weekend to escape. There was no other weekend like it. No work, no lessons, no sports, no playdates, no significant church obligations. In many ways, it is the only "free" weekend of the year. For better or for worse, the five of us could be alone for three or four days. There were plenty of other holidays, and weekends, to spend with family and friends. For Thanksgiving, the five of us hit the road. We rejected the traditions of Thanksgiving.

Interestingly, we had a departure tradition for our annual free spirit Thanksgiving. We left town as early as possible on Wednesday evening. The departure point was always the local McDonald's. While Mama Free Spirit procured food for the ride, the kids and I went into the nearby Rite Aid pharmacy. We always bought cheap Christmas garland, a big red Rudolf nose, some reindeer antlers, and two cans of "spray snow." By the time Mama cleared the long McDonald's line, the exterior of the van (or sometimes our RV) was fully decorated. A great tradition.

Our free spirit Thanksgivings lasted for about 15 years. If I was in an educational/historic mood, we'd go to places like Plymouth Plantation, Colonial Williamsburg, or Washington D.C.. Sometimes we'd go to odd places, like Freeport in Maine, Falls River in Massachusetts or Stroudsburg in Pennsylvania. Four or five times, we went to Dude Ranches in Upstate New York or Pennsylvania.

By the second year or so, our free spirit Thanksgivings had become an accepted tradition. From year to year, we always knew that we'd disappear for Thanksgiving. Our extended families knew that we wouldn't be around. It worked. It was great fun!

We all have fond memories of those Thanksgivings. They weren't always perfect. There were some cold, and wet, horseback rides. In Freeport, the only available eating option was a hotdog stand. The obstacles were part of the adventure.

There is a reason that Fiddler On The Roof was such a big success in America. It teaches valuable lessons. Don't be afraid to be a free spirit. Traditions have a valuable place in life, but traditions should not dominate life. Don't be afraid to build your own traditions. If you want to play your fiddle on the roof, go for it!

I need to stop now. It's time for rehearsal. Tevye just walked in. We're working on a duet. It should be ready for Christmas. L'chaim.

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Press/Photos: Breakout Star Rachel Brosnahan on People Finally Learning Her Name

Rachel is featured on the September Fall Fashion issue of InStyle magazine. You can check out the photoshoot in the gallery and the accompanying article below.

At this year’s Golden Globes, Rachel Brosnahan did more than take home an award for her role as Miriam “Midge” Maisel, a 1950s Manhattan housewife-turned-aspiring stand-up comic, in The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel.

Yes — overnight she actually became a household name. A household name people in households could actually pronounce.

“In the past they’ve said ‘Brushnananhan,’ ‘Brushnahan,’ ‘Branininin.’ Or, you know, just ‘Bleh,’ ” says the actress over a coffee in downtown Brooklyn, near her temporary home while she is filming Season 2 of the hit Amazon series (her Harlem apartment is being renovated). “So now strangers can say my last name. That’s probably the most improbable thing that’s happened since I won.”

Also that storied night, Jeff Bezos, the founder and chairman of Amazon and, basically, her boss, introduced the 27-year-old Brosnahan to the filmmaker Steven Spielberg.

“It was so surreal, the whole thing,” she recalls. “And Steven was Steven. He said, ‘My wife and I love the show. I’ve got to tell you, it’s the best Jewish musical since Fiddler on the Roof.’ ”

Though old chestnuts by Barbra Streisand and Peggy Lee play over the episodes’ end credits, The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel isn’t quite a musical. “I’m not really a singer. Or a dancer,” she admits. But perhaps Steven Spielberg’s proclamation is true in the same way that Brosnahan suggests she’s not much like the fictional Midge offscreen either.

“I wish! I wish I were as sharp as she was,” says Brosnahan. “As she is,” she continues. “Well, was,” she finishes. Indeed, Brosnahan and Midge are both fast-talking dames who know how to deliver a punch line after a breathless and circuitous story.

On the aftereffect of the Golden Globes, Brosnahan adds, “The show won, and people went, ‘What the fuck is that?’ And they went and found it. And then, thankfully, they liked it and told their friends, and their teachers, and their children, and their rabbis, and, you know, here we are.”

Brosnahan may be breaking through in her career now, but she has been working steadily for a decade, since and even during her time as an acting student at NYU. She has appeared on series like Manhattan, about the mission to build the atomic bomb (filmed in Santa Fe, where Brosnahan still likes to escape to on a regular basis), and had a star turn on House of Cards (she was so liked on set there that she became a series regular, until her character was murdered in Season 3). She’s also had on- and off-Broadway stints opposite Bobby Cannavale and Daniel Craig.

A career in the entertainment business wasn’t necessarily predestined for this Chicago teenager, whose family was focused more on fashion and sports. Her aunt was the late handbag designer Kate Spade. (Following Spade’s recent death, Brosnahan described her aunt as “effervescent” in a heartfelt social media post: “She was exceedingly kind, beautifully sensitive, insanely talented, funny as heck, and one of the most generous people I have ever known.”) Her dad, Spade’s brother, was particularly athletic and encouraged his daughter to play lots of team sports.

“Wasn’t always great at the sports, but I played them,” Brosnahan says. That included skiing, snowboarding, basketball, and even high school wrestling, which she fell into because she failed to get cast in her freshman-year production of Beauty and the Beast.

“Didn’t make it. Devastated. Not even in the chorus. Not even a teacup,” she says. (She had better luck in later years with chorus parts in high school productions of Cats and The Scarlet Pimpernel.) “And then some buddies of mine were doing wrestling, and I thought, ‘I’ve always kind of wanted to do it.’ ”

Wrestling appealed to Brosnahan because she considered it a gender-neutral sport, grouped by weight class and individual skill set. That said, Brosnahan never wrestled another girl during her two years on the team. “I wrestled at 112 [pounds], so guys who are 112 are pretty stringy, you know?”

In a surprising turn of the screw, wrestling turned out to be like acting.

It involved a “physical kind of listening,” says Brosnahan. “It was so much about being present in the moment. Listening carefully and responding appropriately. Which, I think, has helped me in every single aspect of this art and this business. I will say that I’m very ambitious, and as I’ve gotten older, I’m not apologetic about it.”

Midge Maisel is ambitious too. “She’s trying to have it all,” says Brosnahan. “And sometimes those things complement each other, and sometimes they’re completely at odds with each other. In the second season we’ll explore the ripple effect of that as well.”

When filming, Brosnahan preps an hour and a half in hair, makeup, and wardrobe to make the period transformation. “I couldn’t imagine putting that amount of time into my appearance every single day,” she says. “But really her appearance is an armor, though I don’t think she’s hiding anything or protecting much.”

Offscreen, Brosnahan hopes she’ll “never feel that way. That’s very stressful.” But Midge’s style is starting to rub off on her. “I wear a little less black. I do live in New York, so only a little bit less, though,” she says. “Comfort is key.”

As for makeup, “the more I have to do it for work, the less I want to do it in my real life.” Just a touch of concealer and some sunscreen is all it takes. “This is what I look like, you know?” says Brosnahan, with a Maisel-like cock of the head. “And I feel the best like that.”

It took Brosnahan some time to recognize that Midge’s quest for perfection — constant calisthenics, impeccable hair and makeup even in the middle of the night, the consummate marriage — wasn’t necessarily a burden for her alter ego. “For Midge it’s empowering. It just brings joy to present herself a certain way. It makes her feel good to perform ‘mother’ and ‘housewife’ and ‘woman,’ but it was one of the harder things to wrap my head around.”

Still, one of the best parts of making the show, she says, is that it “feels so far out of my wheelhouse. Playing Midge is many things rolled into one, but it’s been really something.”

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Out on Broadway: The Third Coming

Out on Broadway: The Third Coming is the third installment of something I never expected to have a second installment. Back in 1996, I put together an evening of theatre songs to be sung from a gay perspective -- no rewriting other than gender words -- and we called it Out on Broadway. OOB, for short. Without rewriting anything, we gave songs like "We Kiss in a Shadow" from The King and I, and "In My Own Lifetime" from The Rothschilds entirely new context and new resonance. The show had very little staging, no "costumes" really, and just a black stage with a piano and a couple stools. Looking back, I think my model was the original Side by Side by Sondheim. The show sold out the run in March, so we brought it back for another sold-out run in August, with a couple tweaks to the song list. A few years later, our cast album for the original OOB was finally being released (yes, you read that right, we made a cast album!), and it occurred to me that a second edition would be fun, so I created Out on Broadway 2000, quickly dubbed by us OOB2K. This time we did a few songs from the first show, but found a lot of new ones. Then last year, talking about New Line's season, our associate artistic director mentioned Out on Broadway -- could we do another one? The more I thought about it, the more I liked it. Twenty-one years after the first one debuted, we need Out on Broadway right now more than thought we would. But what to call this third chapter? Of course -- Out on Broadway: The Third Coming. What else? Anybody who's offended by the title would be offended by the show too, so... Again, we've found a few of our favorite songs from the other two shows (like the impossibly beautiful "Everything Possible"), and added new songs that weren't even written yet in 2000. As the title suggests, we will explore religion, but the main topic of the evening is just to take a look at gay lives and gay relationships, more than anything, to reveal how much like our straight counterparts we are. And yes, because this is a very personal piece of work for all of us, it is narrowly about the gay male experience; but just as the Japanese found such cultural resonance in Fiddler on the Roof, the very act of these five gay men singing these songs that were written for straight characters (though often gay actors) proves the universality -- both of the songs and of our lives.

When we did the original OOB in 1996, Will & Grace wasn't on the air yet, and in fact, the odious, Orwellian-named Defense of Marriage Act was passed just a month after we brought OOB back for an encore run that August. Even for our second edition in 2000, gay people still didn't have equal marriage rights anywhere in America. It's a different world now. But it's still a world that needs to hear our voices, maybe right now more than ever. As I was going over the song list for this third edition one last time before rehearsals started, I realized there were a couple songs that didn't feel right, and I realized that with the first two editions of OOB, there were quite a few funny songs, but the overall tone was relatively serious. I had started this edition with a big wacky opening and I decided that was wrong. Now our show will start with Jason Robert Brown's new song "Hope" (he gave us permission to use it in the show!), and then we'll go back to the earliest feelings of being Other, with the wonderful song "Mrs. Remington" from The Story of My Life. The first act of our show will (sort of) trace the life of a modern American gay man. Act Two will explore gay relationships. The cool part is that, because we're using mostly songs that were written for straight characters, the very idea that gay men are singing them about their own lives with no alterations, proves how much alike we all are, how truly universal human emotions are. A straight friend asked if he'd feel "left out" at our show. Exactly the opposite is true. Our straight friends and families will find resonance in every song, because almost every song was originally written for them. Which is the whole point of creating the Out on Broadway series in the first place. I wanted a new cast for this edition. This cast we have now is more diverse in age and we have an actual married gay couple in the cast. But to connect back to our earlier work, I asked back Keith Thompson (who you may have seen as Jerry Springer in our Jerry Springer the Opera), who will be the only actor to do all three editions. He does Sincere really well.

Since we've been doing these shows, an annual event has popped up in New York called Broadway Backwards, an evening of songs written for men but sung by women, and vice versa. I still hate that word Backwards in the title. It makes it seem like there's something wrong or mistaken about crossing gender lines. It's not wrong; it's just different. Which is the point of Out on Broadway. We've put together a terrific song list for our show. If you've seen the last two editions, you'll love what we've kept and you'll also love the new gems we've found...

I don't want to give away our song list, but I will tempt you by saying that we have songs from Hamilton, Heathers, Kinky Boots, Ragtime, The Book of Mormon, Into the Woods, Songs for a New World, Cry-Baby, Chicago, Follies, Cabaret, A New Brain, The Wild Party, Bye Bye Birdie, City of Angels, Dreamgirls, March of the Falsettos, Once Upon a Mattress, Nine, Company, The Robber Bridegroom, Ordinary Days, Tell Me on a Sunday, and that's only a partial list... This is going to be a much faster rehearsal process than we're used to, but I don't foresee a lot of stress. It will be really easy to stage, since there will be very little staging, there's no band to worry about, no costume changes, no props. Just our five guys, Dominic, Mike, Ken, Sean, and Keith, a piano player (music director Nate Jackson, our token straight guy), and some of the greatest songs you'll ever hear, from throughout the history of our art form. What could be better than that? We're only running this show for three weeks, and we expect to sell out, so get your tickets now! Long Live the Musical! Scott from The Bad Boy of Musical Theatre http://newlinetheatre.blogspot.com/2017/07/out-on-broadway-third-coming.html

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