hello cyclonists, theatre folks, and those who are generally a fan of being a good person
i wrote a tweet regarding the disgraceful recent rtc script change that erases our dear ricky’s disability and backstory, and the wonderful yannick-robin e. mirko read it. here’s the video and a petition to #saverickypotts. boycott arena and mccarter, bring up this issue if you know of an upcoming production, and keep advocating for better inclusivity and representation everywhere. this isn’t over ♥️🎢
"The secret is it's not the chocolate that matters. It's the people you share it with."
― Wonka (2023), dir. Paul King
incurable disease called can't listen to the classic taylor swift song you belong with me without thinking about how jud fry would definitely listen to it and find it sooooo relatable
Rodgers & Hammerstein’s Oklahoma! in Wyndham’s Theatre
NILES + DAPHNE Frasier: Are you in love with Daphne? Niles: Frasier, I can’t get her out of my mind.
i can’t do this anymore
somewhere out there, through pure coincidence, there’s a house full of the ghosts of hat, sophie, mary’s husband, eleanor, isabel, george, havers, and margot
I love them with my whole heart. The rude mechanicals are such a joy to watch and their play within the play is one of my favourite parts of AMND 🧡
rip Cosette you would have loved Boygenius
DOMINIC SESSA as ANGUS TULLY THE HOLDOVERS (2023) | Dir. Alexander Payne
some valentiney thoughts on this early-march evening
so I, like a lot of yearner-extraordinare music major gals all over the world, love Laufey. every year on feb 14th I post a mini cover of one of her songs (so far it’s been like the movies, let you break my heart again, and lovesick). I had hoped so much that, come this past valentine’s day, I’d be able to fully relate to her song of that name; I’m twenty-one now, and it would have been just lovely, especially given that lyric in the bridge.
but now that that’s passed and I’m as unrequited as ever, I’m remembering the second half of that line-“I don’t even know who I want to become.” and that’s not something I’ve ever related to. I’ve always known I intend to be someone who has a real and positive impact on the world, an actress and musician and writer, someone with big windows and cozy sweaters and plants and really good friends and vintage jewelry and maybe a tony award (and for my soprano range to never dwindle, even in age. hey, a girl can dream). someone with someone to sing romantic duets with. someone with time to see family and make things and drink warm tea. someone loved and wanted. someone authentically myself.
so, I’m thinking about the future now. if some wonderful person comes along over the next year, perhaps it’ll be “what am I to do/I’m only 22/I’ve learned what I want, and it’s always been you”. or maybe there’ll be yet another year of pining and it’ll come later: “maybe I should flee/I’m only 23/but somehow this love has me feeling so free”.
but the song will always be there for when the love finally follows.
and until then, there’s always dreamer.
rsc midsummer trailer RSC MIDSUMMER TRAILERRRRRRRR
iii.ii helen with smudged makeup and a single falling lock of hair!! a levitating love-in-idleness!! the mechanicals being literally perfect!! oberon’s cool af eyeliner!! a shower of rose petals for what appears to be a more tender than comical tania/bottom!! puck magically lighting the ghost light!! the lights in general!! AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
