#crows comet u are everything to me

[sofiarostova]

NATASHA, PIERRE, AND THE GREAT COMET OF 1812 at Streetcar Crowsnest

[lizzypuppet1711]

things about toronto’s production of the great comet at crow’s theatre/musical stage co that i need everyone to know about because i am obsessed with this show.

as of writing i have seen this show five times.

very long under the cut:

full cast listed here. at time of writing, donna garner replaces louise pitre as marya, tyler pearse replaces lawrence libor as dolokhov, and ben carlson replaces marcus nance as andrey/bolkonsky. currently i’ve seen the og cast four times and the replacements once.

the stage is set up with seats on three out of four sides, with front rows at tables, back of house left and right sides at barstools, and a small balcony with some seats on house right. there are balconies on either side, with a revolving platform in the middle of the stage (revolving by being pushed by cast members or stagehands). seats around 200 people or so.

the actors are EVERYWHERE. it is so incredibly immersive

the music is very punchy

during prologue, everyone is taking shots as they’re introduced, except dolokhov, who drinks straight from the bottle and sprays it into the air

i’m a dolokhov girlie through and through and once he nodded hello at me during the prologue and i legit swooned

mary is walking around holding a program showing off the family tree, actors will point to them on tables etc

once anatole pointed at his face on it, pointed to himself, all in a very flirty manner

he winked at me during prologue once and i’m still thinking about it

evan buliung is acting his ass off as pierre

he is definitely is more gruff and acting focused (think dave malloy over josh groban)

at “hours at my screen”, pierre takes an audience member’s phone (from one of the tables… or once out of someone’s hands LMAO) and mimes tapping, scrolling through it etc

two stagehands move things on and offstage (such as the sofa, church props etc) and they are also in little costumes. it’s very adorable

dolokhov’s little soldier walk thing??? during moscow????? i’m sure there’s a reason for it bc both of them do it but i have no clue why it’s there???? love it tho

heeyun park as mary is also acting her damn heart out

private and intimate life has a faster tempo and is SUCH a banger as a result

an audience member gets briefly pulled up on the platform to be the cheap french thing, he typically kisses up their arm, hugs them, and sometimes sits on their lap a bit

pierre is playing the tambourine in the background during natasha and bolkonskys and it is honestly kind of funny

hailey gillis plays natasha very emotional and headstrong. her no one else has a sense of urgency, desperation, and deep longing

the platform is spinning and people are walking around and she is singing like an angel…

basically i want to be hailey gillis when i grow up

actors are rotating the platform during no one else and it ends with andrey standing behind her and pierre standing in front of her. no one talk to me i’m losing it

as the run has continued, dolokhov’s adlibs during his intro in the opera have increased drastically

lawrence libor as dolokhov had such an air and presence (rizz?) about himself i cannot DESCRIBE. the comphet he gave me… i miss him v much. he was also very much giving toronto mans. and he made SO MUCH eye contact. he loves to look at you. i miss him. i need him. who said that

tumblr theatre girlies you would go insane over lawrence libor. if this show had ANY b roll footage i know i would be seeing edits all over the place

i am president of the lawrence libor fan club and everyone should join me

tyler pearse as dolokhov has heavy frat boy energy. he is also gayer, and somehow, sluttier. gives short king energy despite only being an inch shorter than lawrence (apparently)??? don’t ask bc i don’t know either he just does. anyway thank u tyler pearse for making dolokhov bisexual for real

either way dolokhov is doing SO MUCH in this production. he is wild he is a whirling dervish he is arrogant he is a bastard he is everything to me

“YEAH BABEY LETS GOOOOOOO” -lawrence libor as dolokhov, upon his entrance

in one performance he would go YEAH BABEY three separate times in act 1. yeahh

flirting with a girl in the balcony, dabbing up a guy in the balcony, generally being hilarious

and tyler pearse leaning over the balcony, rose in his mouth, wolf howling… i can’t.

basically i can’t with this production’s dolokhov. i’m obsessed

anatole’s entrance… he’s a whore. all i can say

rita dottor (ensemble) does the high soprano bravooooooo and she always sounds so fantastic. live laugh love rita dottor

george krissa, who plays anatole, is probably the most attractive man in ontario. like if you googled hot guy he would be the first result.

“where did they find this anatole. was he made in a lab or something. he was perfect” — my friend after seeing it

tumblr theatre girlies you would also be obsessed with george krissa. like jeremy jordan andrew rannells level obsessed. please love these toronto actors with me

i’d let him ruin my life ANY DAY. it is a fact that lesbians love george krissa. i hope he knows

the way he plays it… my friend described it like “lucas steele is like an alien david bowie, and george krissa is a bridgerton man. just a very charismatic, but normal, guy”

while i would say that lucas steele’s anatole believes he is truly in love with natasha, i would not say the same for george krissa’s. some of the manipulation happening here during the opera is. quite clear

when he is entering the box natasha struggles to open her fan, fans herself frantically, under the arms etc. then when he enters immediately shifts to fanning in a cool and collected manner. hailey gillis master of comedy

“we are speaking of most ordinary things” is especially like. this is a male manipulator if i’ve ever seen one

natasha lost was added back in!! fantastic obviously

anatole checking his hair in the mirror before waking pierre up. fucker

“look dolokhov’s coming around… and we’re off to the CLEURB”

brendan wall (ensemble) walking around during the club scene with a glowstick necklace on is peak comedy to me

i’ve said it but tyler’s dolokhov is an absolute slut at this scene. and for what AND FOR WHAT!!!!

also fun tidbit but all the glasses (other than shots) and any clear bottles have real liquid in them. i am very concerned something will spill one day

when dolokhov gets right up in the audience’s face during “known only to his intimates” i LOVE it idk

during the duel, marya and rita steal off to house left directly beside the barstools and chatter about how bad of an idea this is, they’re so drunk, etc

special shout out to divine’s “he will kill you STOOPID HUSBAND” so good

dolokhov’s adlibs during the duel… i need him. sorry

dolokhov gets shot in the side rather than his shoulder, and unceremoniously rolls off the platform as it’s moving. looks painful

hélène screams when dolokhov is shot but not pierre. so much to think about here

a life changing dust and ashes from evan. i can’t describe anything more just that he’s incredible. i’ve learned so much about acting just by watching him a few times

natasha’s face at “am i guilty…” breaks my heart she is so tormented

we are canadians we are going to pronounce our french correctly! no more charmantay

hélène has started adding some very fun runs into charming as the run has gone on. divine brown marry me

anatole is shirtless during charming. btw.

again i know he’s gay and i’m gay but.

the entirety of this rendition of the ball has been stuck in my head since december

his “don’t lower your eyes i love you” that whole section is delicious i want to eat his voice

plus “BEWITCHING AND I LOVE YOUUU” UGHHH such an ear worm but only when it’s their voices

the choreo going on here is very nice btw

i love the way he says natalie at this part idk. it’s not overly enunciated and the vowel is just right <— vocal nerd

the kiss feels like it lasts forever

music gets very very loud at the end and you can feel it in your skin

also fun fact the house music before and after the show is orchestral but during intermission it’s electronic. bc. anatole. gah details

when marcus was still in the cast you could really hear his voice during letters and it sounded sooooo.

dolokhov’s stupid little thumbs up to indicate he will be ok. pleaseee. i laughed i did

generally lawrence would grab at the place he was shot at a lot; while pushing the revolve etc. loved that detail. (tyler does too but less so)

sonya and natasha just sounds so great. like they just always sound fantastic i love that song

sonya alone. yes i am weeping. yes camille eanga-selenge is everything i want to be and more. she’s phenomenal

dolokhov sitting in a big fuckin chair at the beginning of preparations just absolutely clearly regretting every decision he’s made to facilitate this. is great.

i know i keep talking abt lawrence libor but the image of him at this part is just. really great. to me. sorry

very campy and exaggerated scowling and grimacing from anatole

dolokhov is so sick of anatole’s shit

“here feel how it beats” is NOT entertained he pushes him back immediately

lawrence dolokhov’s “dawdling” business was him tuning his guitar i miss musician dolokhov sooooo much gah

balaga truly does not sing any of his lines. he is basically yelling the entire time. i don’t know how he does it. it’s chaotic and hilarious and so fun

sonya and mary hand out the egg shakers on house right and left respectfully

near the end of balaga, four audience members are brought up to dance with the cast! (i got to dance with mary once!)

dolokhov writhing on the floor during anatole’s long held note thank u

during the goodbye section, anatole comes around to said audience members and interacts with them; dancing with them, booping them on the nose etc, and at “kiss me one last time”, invites a lucky audience member to kiss his cheek. (this once, was me. yup. still processing it.)

once he accidentally knocked someone’s egg shaker from their hand, dolokhov picked it up, laughed, gave it a shake, and handed it back, and yes i’m still thinking about it

when they sit down, balaga and dolokhov will sit on the house right stairs, though once there was an empty seat nearby so dolokhov wedged his way in between two people, guitar and all. so fucking good

anatole will squeeze himself between two audience members on house left, put an arm around each, and look around at everyone sitting in that area, out into the audience, etc. if one is going to make eye contact with him, it is now

once he threw his head back to look at the people behind him, and someone, at the speed of light, took their phone out and snapped a picture of his upside down head. i scream laughed

lawrence’s BETRAYED BETRAYEDDDD was sooooo good. so so so good

hailey gillis is an absolute powerhouse during in my house

usually when “natasha’s whole body shook” she falls to the ground silently but last time i went she YELLED and i gasped so loud

at “i have refused him” louise would go NO in shock and i FREAK OUT ABOUT IT.

and i loved her “what then? would that be alright???”

“NATASHA CRIED OUT! GO AWAY! GO AWAY YOU ALL HATE AND DESPISE ME” sounds SO FUCKING GOOD!!! I LOVE YOU HAILEY GILLIS

when the call to pierre music starts i always get goosebumps

the fight choreo when pierre grabs anatole by the collar is very good

if we’re comparing to broadway, it feels less like anatole’s life is in danger here but like i’m not upset about it

at this point anatole does not seem sad or upset to me more just. pissed off that it didn’t go his way. like annoyed

as anatole leaves during pierre and anatole the staging has him stepping around/over natasha as she is choking from the arsenic and it is such a. show of his shallowness

his petersburg note is fantastic obviously. live laugh love george krissa

marcus nance (andrey) has such a deep and beautiful legit singing voice. it’s sooo gorgeous. any word that raises against marcus nance will fall.

I MISS HIMMMM ok sorry.

i am more sympathetic to ben carlson’s andrey, however. marcus was Incredibly stoic ben has a bit more emotion to him i think

i could swear sometimes hailey is actually crying during pierre and natasha

her “pytor kirillovich” sounds so tiny and fragile ugh my heart breaks

and his “…pierre” is so assuring AUGHH

it’s such a beautiful scene obviously. i love the two of them so damn much i hope only good things happen to them forever

“it was clear and cold” also. chills EVERY TIME

“having traced its parabola” and “like an arrow piercing the earth” hit me so hard i cannot explain

genuinely evan buliung gives the most effective inspiring fantastic mind blowing performance i maybe have ever seen on stage. he is such an incredible actor and he inspires me beyond belief

the end when the lights get really really bright and then fade out. god. so simple and so fucking beautiful

now this post is very long. thank u for reading it all if you did! (will update after seeing it more times if there’s things to say!!)

if you’re anywhere near toronto i BEG of you to go see it!! it’s closing march 24th :(( so if you get the chance i deeply implore you. beg borrow or steal a ticket just get there! best comet production ever in my biased opinion :)

[crowhyun]

Hi crow!! Just saw ur replies and im really glad things are going well in ur life! Cant imagine the stress youd hv to go through in the medical field and premed 😵‍💫😵‍💫, mad respect for that. But i do hope youll be able to enjoy it! Hope everything goes smoothly!

Now... OMG SJSJSJKDKSKSNKDKEKKEKSES absolutely cannot wait for u to post AKAHAHHAJJSHSJAKHJDK i will be counting the seconds to tmr. I so glad i came back on tumblr just in time for this, cant imagine missing it. Its deffo been awhile since ive read ffs or anyt in general so im rly rly rly looking forward to it!

Also im rly rly happy to hear that u want to continue AI taehyun and that u hv ideas in ur mind for it. I do rly love angst so im looking forward to it even more!!! Ill be waiting patiently for u to post it and i will savour it sweetly when u do 😁😁

I like how u used the word fated in ur reply bc i rly do believe in fate most times. Theres j wayyy too many crazy things in life that happens "coincidentally" and its rly hard to believe sometimes. Like how??? Sometimes life does some crazy things that throws u off ur tracks but it ultimately shows u another path. So i like to call it fate. I rly love the idea of fate and destiny bc life is rly uncontrollable and unpredictable and sometimes only fate is the answer behind it.

Im glad that we're fated in some kind of way. It rly is fate. From discovering ur works, to creating a new acc and now getting back to being more active on tumblr again. There j isnt an answer behind how this could've happened. So i would just like to say, its fate.

Also sort of a tmi, but the reason i love the idea of fate so much is actually bc of an anime movie "your name" i loveddd this movie so so much and it sorta revolves around fate, and the red string of fate that kept the 2 main characters intertwined and connected. Dk if u rmb but txt once released a jpnese song called "Ito", which means string/ thread. It talks about how we'll always be connected by fate and we'll forever be intertwined. I loved it so so much because it made me think of that movie and it rly just felt like fate that txt, a grp i loved released a song that resonates with a movie i loved greatly. Also 0x1's jpnese mv used comets in it which plays a key role in "your name". Theres j so many things that just seems like fate.

Woah yapped alot here, but again rly looking forward to ur work! I hope ull be able to work on it freely and smoothly, that everything goes well and u enjoy the process of writing it and the end product! Rly rly happy to hear ull try to be more active again, and I'll definitely drop by more often knowing that! Also, i think its been awhile since uve had a new anon and i hv no idea if ure still taking them, but if u are, dym if i be ☄️ anon 🥹🥹. I think the comet means so so much to me and the fact that u brought up fate made me rly think it is fate that we're able to meet despite always being inactive. Another crazy long msg i hope u like them 🥹🥹🥹, but again lots of love 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

☄️ anon (if u dont mind :))

HIIIIII i'm so sorry for answering this late, I haven't been on tumblr bcs these last two weeks of the semester are kicking my ass and my anxiety has been skyrocketing :( though, I'm getting through it

and YES, I really believe in fate, too! Whether it be god, the universe, or something else, fate is one of the things I full heartedly believe in. I'm not exactly religious, but I am a bit spiritual, and I also do tarot readings. Tarot has a lot of mixed reactions and beliefs as a divination source, but I think that rather than there being a spirit talking to me through the cards, it's fate. I do a lot of readings for my mom, and even though I forget what the cards say after doing the readings, she remembers and it's insane how the cards are always right T.T the cards fall out of the deck due to fate. Sometimes, it has be wondering if the future is already set in stone.

I've also finished watching Attack on Titan, and the future being set in stone is kinda the premise of the show if you haven't watched it. The ending also made me super depressed, and I know that I should stop watching depressing anime, but it's so good and I think a toxic trait of mine is that I like the feeling it gives me. Like, I like being sad. Idk lol.

Also, with writing, I think I found out the reason why I stopped. For one, I've kind of lost interest in TXT and kpop as a whole. I still listen to the music often, but I don't keep up with the news as much as I used to. Another thing is that watching certain things like AOT, I always wonder if I'll ever be able to create something as powerful and heart wrenching as something like that. Something to move people and have them thinking about it for years after. And due to my insecurities, I don't believe I can do that. So, every time I write, I feel like I've lost my touch, or that what I'm writing isn't meaningful enough. Tbh, I don't think it's that serious, because at the end of the day, I should enjoy what I write, even if it's not some huge hit that inspires people. I just have to fully convince myself of that.

but OMG, I haven't gotten a new anon in a really long time! I don't know what ever happened to my old anons, but I hope they're still out there lolol. You can def be ☄️ anon, and I'm so glad you asked!!!

[bibliocratic]

i found writing proposal fic really fun !! or wedding planning :) maybe u would also find that fun? x

jonmartin post-160 proposal fic

Jon tries to write vows.

Hunched over, crow-spined and squinting in the feeble cast of the firelight, he scribbles, mutters, scratches out, furrows his brow and clenches his fingers and snarls under his breath in irritation, at his fumbling incapacity for words. He was not born with a poetic soul, and his admiration for Martin's humble offerings grows each passing minute. His words sputter out of him with all the ease of water from a broken tap.  

Jon has taken first watch, and it's a duty he approaches solemnly. They've broken into a boarded-up hairdressers, set up their sleeping bags and meagre provisions and the small fire in a waste-paper bin for warmth in the cramped office space at the back. Every noise, creak and snap and distant shriek has Jon straightening, widening the circle of his Knowing like a fishing net, giving it an exhausted push outwards that gets harder each time. The lawless world they are in has at least one advantage; nothing but the most fool-hardy of things wants to touch the architect of this nether-world of horrors, nothing skulking or spiralling or swooping wants to challenge an unfettered Avatar. It's more people, these days, that they have learned to avoid.

Martin twitches in his sleep. Sleeping bag pulled up over his face, head pillowed by folded-over barber capes,  his body snug against but turned away from Jon, who is sitting up, his back supported by plastic wrapped boxes of industrial-size shampoos and hair rollers. Jon frowns again, his lines only deepening as he listens to the soft, undisturbed in and out of Martin's breathing. Because he wants to get this one right. To place words like mosaic tiles to create the imagery of his intention, to capture everything he feels he needs to say.

Martin deserves this. Jon can give him so few words, these days. Jon wants to give him ones that will mean something.

His impatience is one of the few things that the last few years hasn't chewed out of him. He huffs, irritable and discontent, his frustration leaden under his skin, and scrunches up another paper to sacrifice to his petty mood.

When Martin takes the next watch, he finds a nest of fire-scourged paper balls dying in the embers.

–

Jon tries to find rings.

His intention is to be a few minutes. He unpeels himself around dawn from Martin's heavy arms, gently shushing the unhappy noise this draws from his mouth. The jewellers is ten minutes from where they've holed up today, and Jon steals away guiltily,  keeping his Eye on Martin long after he's left to make sure he doesn't wake up to find him gone.

Jon is away too long. He reaches the small, high-street shop with no issue, doesn't even need to pick the shattered lock of the door. Inside, he finds a scatter of rings and necklaces, but they're all soot-charred, twisted from an unnatural heat, their metals warped irreparable.  And then there is something tooth-filled in the recesses of the jewellers, something that smells the human stench of him and feels hungry, and it takes Jon an hour to give it the slip, leading it into a fog-bank half a mile away to be subsumed by the greedy pull of the mist.

He Looks out of himself, and against the borders of him, he feels a blanketing heat-shimmer of terror and knows it isn't his own.

His long legs take the streets at a run, huffing as he reaches the grey-stone public square at the centre of the city, exposed and empty of people. Getting nearer, he hears a looping, repetitive nightingale whistle, low and plaintive. It stops, waits, and starts up again.

Jon, with perfect mimicry, makes the high harsh caw of a crow in reply.

Martin is standing at the door of the Wagamama's they broke into, his feet unshod by shoes, his hair uncombed and flattened at one side. The creep of dawn is not so faint that Jon can't see the pale wash of his face, the tightness of his jaw, the relief that cascades across it like the release of a dammed-up waterfall when he sees Jon haring his way across the vacant, space of the square to greet him.

“Where were you?” Martin demands even before he reaches him.  His hands running over him as soon as Jon gets close enough, checking for hurt, injury, his voice high and pitchy and failing to translate his panic into something else. “God, I woke up, and – don't do that Jon! Anything could've – I had no idea where you'd – and what the hell were you thinking?”

Jon's hands motion, miserably, desperate to soothe and knowing it can't be that easy, sorry, sorry, sorry.

“Where did you go?” Martin repeats, insistent, almost angry but forcing it down to simmer at a panic-laced frustration. He doesn't usually push, usually recognises the limits of what Jon can communicate, allows them both space to sit down with paper and pencil and is patient with the slower exchange of this. But his shirt is coated with sweat around the throat and arms, his hands curling into fists to stop their juddering, nerve-shocked motions, and Jon tries to imagine how he would feel, should he wake up, and find Martin gone.

He pauses before opening his mouth.

“Looking for something,” he says carefully with a stolen clear-cut pronunciation, bathed in an entitled, self-absorbed air. Rifles through his records, despairing to find no words that he can chop-and-change together like a collage of explanation, glances up at Martin's distressed expression.

“Did you find it?”

Jon shakes his head.

“I feel like an idiot,” he tries again in a pleasant, justifying voice, and wishes someone had put to records some better expression of apology. Wishes someone had used the right words in the appropriate manner; stronger still, wishes his voice was his own again, a domain he could claim unsullied by the burden of his title. That he could say something, anything to wipe the blanket fear from Martin's scruffy face.

“Yeah, well,” Martin grumbles after a while, wiping at his eyes. “I knew that already.”

Sorry, Jon signs again, but Martin is stilling his hands, gentle even now, and bundles him into a tight, bone-squeeze of a hug.

“Don't do that to me again, Jon, please,” he whispers shakily.

Jon doesn't try and find rings again.

–

Jon tries to plan a proposal.

He knows, deep down, that the best intentioned version of himself is a planner. Likes order and alphabetized files and organisational stationery, is happiest with a well-crafted spreadsheet or a completed to-do list. Jonathan Sims is a man easily satisfied by things as they should be, appeased and engaged by the challenge of a logical puzzle, a knotty problem he can sort by analysis and application.

He also knows that there is another version of himself. The one that rashly takes an axe to possessed tables and jumps into fog-bound seascapes and soil-choked coffins after the people he loves.

He does try. He thinks of picturesque spots he can take Martin, places where the scenery isn't so horror-fucked, where there are still banks from which they can watch sunsets. But the picturesque spots, when they aren't shadow-infested or crawling with overzealous fungal growths that warn of Corruption nearby, are chilly, and there's not exactly time to stop and admire the views much anyway. The sunset-stained bank is a near success; drought-scoured and pocked with frost-damage, but the evening colours are unashamedly glorious. Jon spends hours trying to muster the courage and words and correct gestures, only for Martin, drained and wiped out  from a run-in with the Flesh, to fall asleep on Jon's shoulder, his hair flopping over his face, a comforting dead-weight. Jon adjusts them carefully so Martin's head is cushioned against his thigh, and scratches his fingers soothingly through his hair as he watches the sunset alone.  

But one day they're making their way through the Peak District, and they've found a tumbling river with a small waterfall. Martin's flicked water at him with a butter-wouldn't-melt smile, and Jon replied in kind, and Martin had made a shrieking giggling scandalised 'Jon!' as he continued splashing him. And it might have been the way the water dripped down his face and over his freckles, or the way the dim daylight caught his profile, or it might have been the bold and untempered heat that burnt like a forge in Jon's chest to hear the high, bright sound of his rare happiness, but whatever it was,  the other version of Jon resurfaces. Decides that he doesn't need romantic scenery or rings or vows or other people's words in his mouth, that life is short and this can't wait and he wants this, wants Martin, more than anything.

First, he drags Martin to him. On his tiptoes, arms locked around shoulders, feeling Martin hum, surprised but pleased as he kisses him.

It is a good kiss. One of his best. Jon feels a little bit smug about it when they separate and Martin is slightly out of breath, a comet-streak of heat across his face, looking a bit struck at Jon's forwardness.

Jon seals his first kiss with a second, smaller, softer kiss, making sure Martin's looking at him.

Then he lowers himself onto one knee.

“Jon, what are you – ?” Martin asks, his face creasing with confusion. But Jon has chosen the most unsubtle non-verbal gesture he can, and refuses to look away from him, gazing up and waiting for the penny to drop, even as his knees complain on the hard rocky ground, even as his own doubts swarm that Martin won't understand, Martin won't want to, Martin might say no.

Martin gives a little sucked-in gasp.

“Jon, are you, are you asking...?”

Jon is nodding, almost feverish, and Martin's face has gone the colour of a vibrant sunrise, moisture welling up in his eyes. Jon reaches out, takes one of Martin's hands in his smaller hold, touches with the pad of his thumb the space where, if he could, he would have slotted a ring.  

He lets go and precisely and delicately, he signs I love you. They don't have the vocabulary for grander expressions, but Jon doesn't have anything else he needs to say anyway.

“Jon, you – god, I love you,” Martin replies, damp-voiced and faint,  a broad and beaming  smile widening across and lighting up his face. There's not a pause before he's eagerly going to his knees to join Jon, pressing fierce, hopelessly charmed kisses against his lips, cradling his face in his hands, and Jon's so dazed by the onslaught, it takes him a minute to sign Yes? at Martin.

“I – oh, yeah, yeah! Of course, yes,” Martin replies, still struck by a thoughtless delighted giddiness.

Then: “Oh! Oh, oh, wait just a minute I – ”

He's digging his hands into his left trouser-pocket, tugging it out, pressing what he's found into Jon's hands.

Jon opens the travel-knocked, slightly cracked box to see two unpolished plain bands sat snugly in their display, and his own smile blossoms like a firework on his face.

send me prompts if you fancy!

[solo-bolo-trollo]

A COMPLETE LIST OF ALBUMS I LISTENED TO IN 2017

1.       Brian Eno—Reflection (2017)

2.       Joe Jackson & Friends—Heaven & Hell (1997)

3.       The KLF—Chill Out (1990)

4.       Run the Jewels—Run the Jewels 3 (2016)

5.       ESG—Come Away with ESG (1983)

6.       Pink Guy—Pink Season (2017)

7.       Madness—The Rise and Fall (1982)

8.       The xx—I See You (2017)

9.       The xx—xx (2009)

10.   Foxygen—Hang (2017)

11.   Shackleton and Vengeance Tenfold – Sferic Ghost Transmits (2017)

12.   André Previn, et. al—Jesus Christ Superstar (1973)

13.   Code Orange—Forever (2017)

14.   Neil Cicierega—Mouth Moods (2017)

15.   Migos—C U L T U R E (2017)

16.   Buscabulla—EP II (2017)

17.   Allison Crutchfield—Tourist in This Town (2017)

18.   Delicate Steve—This is Steve (2017)

19.   Daft Punk—Homework (1997)

20.   Homeshake—Fresh Air (2017)

21.   Sampha—Process (2017)

22.   MF Doom—Operation: Doomsday (1999)

23.   Tobin Sprout—The Universe and Me (2017)

24.   Syd—Fin (2017)

25.   Julie Byrne—Not Even Happiness (2017)

26.   The Weeknd—Starboy (2016)

27.   Sinkane—Life & Livin’ It (2017)

28.   William Basinski—A Shadow in Time (2017)

29.   Paul White and Danny Brown—Accelerator (EP) (2017)

30.   Metallica—Kill ‘Em All (1983)

31.   Nas—It Was Written (1996)

32.   Priests—Nothing Feels Natural (2017)

33.   Urochromes—Night Bully (EP) (2017)

34.   Yung Bae—Skyscraper Anonymous (2016)

35.   Ty Segall—Ty Segall (2017)

36.   nobigdyl. —Canopy (2017)

37.   Son Volt—Notes of Blue (2017)

38.   Jansport J—p h a r a o h (2017)

39.   Jens Lekman—Life Will See You Now (2017)

40.   Maggie Rogers—Now That the Light is Fading (EP) (2017)

41.   Erykah Badu—Baduizm (1997)

42.   Dirty Projectors—Dirty Projectors (2017)

43.   Future—FUTURE (2017)

44.   Sun Kil Moon—Common as Light and Love Are Red Valleys of Blood (2017)

45.   Future—HNDRXX (2017)

46.   Visible Cloaks—Reassemblage (2017)

47.   Barenaked Ladies—Born on a Pirate Ship (1996)

48.   Thundercat—Drunk (2017)

49.   Hand Habits—Wildly Idle (Humble Before the Void) (2017)

50.   Vagabon—Infinite Worlds (2017)

51.   Amnesia Scanner—AS Truth (2017)

52.   Mega Bog—Happy Together (2017)

53.   Lin Manuel-Miranda, et. al—In the Heights (2008)

54.   Chicano Batman—Freedom is Free (2017)

55.   The Mountain Goats—We Shall All Be Healed (2004)

56.   King Gizzard & the Lizard Wizard—Flying Microtonal Banana (2017)

57.   Mark Scott—Death & All His Enemies (EP) (2017)

58.   Strand of Oaks—Hard Love (2017)

59.   The Magnetic Fields—50 Song Memoir (2017)

60.   DMX—It’s Dark and Hell is Hot (1998)

61.   Jay Som—Everybody Works (2017)

62.   The Shins—Heartworms (2017)

63.   Pauline Oliveros—Accordion & Voice (1982)

64.   Steve Lacy—Steve Lacy’s Demo (EP) (2017)

65.   Rolling Blackouts Coastal Fever—The French Press (EP) (2017)

66.   Real Estate—In Mind (2017)

67.   Jansport J—Pharaohmatic Immunity (2017)

68.   Drake—More Life (2017)

69.   Temples—Volcano (2017)

70.   Anohni—Paradise (EP) (2017)

71.   Diamanda Galás—All the Way (2017)

72.   Kelly Lee Owens—Kelly Lee Owens (2017)

73.   Paul F. Tompkins—Laboring Under Delusions: Live in Brooklyn (2012)

74.   Tinariwen—Elwan (2017)

75.   Gorillaz—Gorillaz (2001)

76.   Hippo Campus—Landmark (2017)

77.   Black Sabbath—Master of Reality (1971)

78.   Liquid Liquid—Optimo (EP) (1983)

79.   Hurray for the Riff Raff—The Navigator (2017)

80.   Blanck Mass—World Eater (2017)

81.   Beastie Boys—Hello Nasty (1998)

82.   Diet Cig—Swear I’m Good at This (2017)

83.   Ibibio Sound Machine—Uyai (2017)

84.   Mount Eerie—A Crow Looked at Me (2017)

85.   Future Islands—The Far Field (2017)

86.   Boards of Canada—Music Has the Right to Children (1998)

87.   Father John Misty—Pure Comedy (2017)

88.   Glenn Gould—Bach: The Goldberg Variations (1956)

89.   Arca—Arca (2017)

90.   Sorority Noise—You’re Not As _____ As You Think (2017)

91.   Gas—Pop (2000)

92.   Kendrick Lamar—DAMN. (2017)

93.   Passion Pit—Tremendous Sea of Love (2017)

94.   Shamir—Hope (2017)

95.   Portishead—Dummy (1994)

96.   Tonstartssbandht—Sorcerer (2017)

97.   Dr. Dre—The Chronic (1992)

98.   Wiley—Godfather (2017)

99.   Parliament—Mothership Connection (1975)

100.           Sade—Diamond Life (1984)

101.           Charly Bliss—Guppy (2017)

102.           Iggy Pop—Lust for Life (1977)

103.           Kasey Zoned—Isolation (EP) (2017)

104.           Gorillaz—Humanz (2017)

105.           Mac DeMarco—This Old Dog (2017)

106.           Slowdive—Slowdive (2017)

107.           The Record Company—Give It Back to You (2016)

108.           Garth Brooks—No Fences (1990)

109.           Gas—Narkopop (2017)

110.           Girlpool—Powerplant (2017)

111.           Perfume Genius—No Shape (2017)

112.           Marty Robbins—Gunfighter Ballads and Trail Songs (1959)

113.           The Mavericks—Brand New Day (2017)

114.           Dave Malloy, et. al—Natasha, Pierre and the Great Comet of 1812 (2013)

115.           The Mountain Goats—Goths (2017)

116.           Temple of the Dog—Temple of the Dog (1991)

117.           Soundgarden—Badmotorfinger (1991)

118.           Burial—Subtemple (EP) (2017)

119.           Angelo Badalamenti—Twin Peaks: Fire Walk with Me (1992)

120.           Death Grips—Steroids (Crouching Tiger Hidden Gabber) (EP) (2017)

121.           Various artists—Lost Highway (1997)

122.           Throbbing Gristle—20 Jazz Funk Greats (1979)

123.           Lil Yachty—Teenage Emotions (2017)

124.           Phish—Junta (1989)

125.           Talaboman—The Night Land (2017)

126.           (Sandy) Alex G—Rocket (2017)

127.           Burzum—Filosofem (1996)

128.           Sleater-Kinney—Live in Paris (2017)

129.           Power Trip—Nightmare Logic (2017)

130.           Sam Gellaitry—Escapism III (EP) (2017)

131.           The Cranberries—Everybody Else Is Doing It, So Why Can’t We? (1993)

132.           Bing & Ruth—No Home of the Mind (2017)

133.           Luxoddo Menatti—Climbing Through Clockwork (EP) (2017)

134.           Fleet Foxes—Crack-Up (2017)

135.           Cashmere Cat—9 (2017)

136.           Johnny Jewel—Windswept (2017)

137.           Ice Cube—Death Certificate (1991)

138.           Why?—Moh Llean (2017)

139.           Goldie—The Journey Man (2017)

140.           Lorde—Melodrama (2017)

141.           Sufjan Stevens, Nico Muhly, Bryce Dessner and James McAlister—Planetarium (2017)

142.           SZA—Ctrl (2017)

143.           Calvin Harris—Funk Wav Bounces Vol. 1 (2017)

144.           Washed Out—Mister Mellow (2017)

145.           Vince Staples—Big Fish Theory (2017)

146.           JAY-Z—4:44 (2017)

147.           Haim—Something to Tell You (2017)

148.           Moon Diagrams—Lifetime of Love (2017)

149.           Various artists—Baby Driver (Music from the Motion Picture) (2017)

150.           Offa Rex—The Queen of Hearts (2017)

151.           Tyler, the Creator—Flower Boy (2017)

152.           Timecop—You Can’t Go Back From Where You Are Right Now (EP) (2017)

153.           Waxahatchee—Out in the Storm (2017)

154.           DJ Sports—Modern Species (2017)

155.           Ryan Adams—Prisoner (2017)

156.           Guided by Voices—August by Cake (2017)

157.           Paramore—After Laughter (2017)

158.           Cigarettes After Sex—Cigarettes After Sex (2017)

159.           Randy Newman—Dark Matter (2017)

160.           Kesha—Rainbow (2017)

161.           The War on Drugs—A Deeper Understanding (2017)

162.           Rezz—Mass Manipulation (2017)

163.           Liza Minnelli—Results (1989)

164.           Various artists—Twin Peaks (Music from the Limited Event Series) (2017)

165.           Various artists—Twin Peaks (Limited Event Series Original Soundtrack) (2017)

166.           Iron and Wine—Beast Epic (2017)

167.           Com Truise—Iteration (2017)

168.           Godspeed You! Black Emperor—Luciferian Towers (2017)

169.           BROCKHAMPTON—Saturation (2017)

170.           LCD Soundsystem—american dream (2017)

171.           Arcade Fire—Everything Now (2017)

172.           Marty Stuart and His Fabulous Superlatives—Way Out West (2017)

173.           Clark—Death Peak (2017)

174.           Bill Murray, Jan Vogler and Friends—New Worlds (2017)

175.           Aimee Mann—Mental Illness (2017)

176.           The Mountain Goats—Marsh Witch Visions (EP) (2017)

177.           Moses Sumney—Aromanticism (2017)

178.           St. Vincent—MASSEDUCTION (2017)

179.           Nina Simone—I Put a Spell on You (1965)

180.           Kamasi Washington—Harmony of Difference (EP) (2017)

181.           Extreme—Extreme II: Pornograffitti (1990)

182.           Timecop—Diocesan Howler (EP) (2017)

183.           Courtney Barnett and Kurt Vile—Lotta Sea Lice (2017)

184.           Vangelis—Blade Runner (1982)

185.           Julien Baker—Turn Out the Lights (2017)

186.           Sam Smith—The Thrill of It All (2017)

187.           Alvvays—Antisocialites (2017)

188.           Björk—Utopia (2017)

189.           Charlotte Gainsbourg—Rest (2017)

190.           King Krule—The OOZ (2017)

191.           R.E.M.—Live at the 40 Watt Club 11/19/92 (1992)

192.           Kelela—Take Me Apart (2017)

193.           10,000 Maniacs—MTV Unplugged (1993)

194.           Sylvan Esso—What Now (2017)

195.           Beck—Colors (2017)

196.           Amber Coffman—City of No Reply (2017)

197.           Guided by Voices—How Do You Spell Heaven (2017)

198.           Sharon Jones and the Dap-Kings—Soul of a Woman (2017)

199.           10,000 Maniacs—Our Time in Eden (1992)