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[sofiarostova]

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

[timegays]

Just finished vol 1 of war and peace and am feeling like Pierre (emotionally unwell)

[sparklyshakespeare]

my favorite part of great comet was when natasha said “so, how great is that comet anyways?” and then pierre said “he’s right behind us, isn’t he” and the comet 1812’d all over them!

[hellsite-detective]

*comes back a second later* you know what, I'll tell you. I don't care what they do to me. You see, I came to this city to be with my sister, who arrived here about ten years ago. But she seems to have disappeared. I... I'm lost without her. I don't know what to do. Could... could you please find her for me? Her distinctive signs are that her hat has, embroidered "why do i care so much about an asshole in a long coat" and her dress is embroidered with "which one???" and a multitude of "assholes in a long coat" from different fandoms.

glad you came back. don't worry. i'll help you find what your lookin' for.

my client came to me in a daze, very clearly desperate, with a request unlike any i had ever seen before. they were lookin' for what seemed to be their sister. now, i was more a professional in locatin' posts, but perhaps this was code. perhaps if i found a similar post, i'd be able to get to the bottom of this. so, i promised them that i'd find their sister, and set about my search. i stopped by the Search Bar and asked Google for the exact quote given, specifyin' i wanted only from tumblr. they shot back with a photograph of a post, pretty easy to find. or so i thought. when i went to both of the addresses listed, i found nothin'. the apartments had been abandoned. the blogs were gone. stormin' back to the bar, i demanded the Don explain themself. i demanded the same phrase once again, specifically askin' for these addresses, and they decided to fork over the link i wanted. finally. but there were a few issues...

first off, the secondary phrase in the post wasn't "which one???" but instead was "today on 'guess the fandom.'" now, this had the same energy to it, but wasn't perfect. secondly there was no multitude of fandoms included in the post, only in screenshots reposted to other sites. but this was the best lead i had. i filed it away.

here you are. i hope this is able to help some in findin' your sister. if you need any further help, please don't hesitate to find me. i've got your back! have a great day!

Post Case: Closed

[imsomentallystable]

Wait, wait..hear me out..total drama x the great comet of 1812 AU…

Natasha-Lindsay

Sonya-Gwen or Bridgette

Pierre-Trent

Helene-Heather

Dolokhov-Noah or Duncan

Mary-Ezekiel??noah??

Balaga-Izzy

Andrey-??

Prince bolkonsky-Chris

Marya-Blainley

Anatole- Alejandro

[pardonmydelays]

listening to my broadway playlist and dust and ashes is playing now

[comet-frog]

can’t sleep therefore. brainstorming

[singerorpheus]

Hi!! Thank you so much for the Hadestown recordings!! I LOVED Madeline Charlemagne as Eurydice when I saw the show, and I am so happy there are recordings of her role, but the character that drove me absolutely BATSHIT was Hermes?? When my friend and I saw the play, Waylon Jacobs understudied and was PHENOMENAL. SO natural in the role, the charm was insane, and Hermes' was easily the best costume in the entire show!! Overall Hadestown UK was such a transcendental experience I struggle to even put it into words, and whenever I try to, I just end up replaying your recording of If It's True bc that just sums it up ❤️

Hi hi :)! I'm just happy to give back bc of all the people who put up their opening night recordings that made me go to watch it irl HAHA I thought Madeline was brilliant too, she's a such a good Eurydice understudy, I actually wonder if she's gonna take over when Grace goes to bway Sunset Boulevard? And also did Beth go on as Fate for you too? Also yes, witnessing and Feeling the presence of Hermes in real life was so crazy, Melanie had so much of it, she had all the command over the stage and us the audience honestly!! I hope you noticed the new pocket watch bits from Hermes, it adds a whole new layer to the story, it really is so, SO crazy. Waylon was a worker for me, but a little thing that I didn't think to expect is how much my eyes would naturally gravitate towards the workers. I remember him and Lauren looking towards each other when Hermes said Hades would let Orphydice go during Wait For Me II 😭 Honestly I tell everyone I know that watching Hadestown was truly a life changing experience HAHA I could really wax poetic about Donal's If It's True (and his Orpheus!!) all day, I was just comparing all the audios the other day and he really has improved loads in terms of maintaining his stamina to carry the emotion through and god he really shakes the theatre down in that number for me. I couldn't be happier experiencing it live like I almost didn't breathe LMAO :")

[the-lily-blooms-late]

Can’t believe Anatole Kuragin said “live, laugh, love” and we all just collectively moved on

[allthemidnightmemories]

you know you’re going through it when you find yourself bursting into the lyrics of dust and ashes 😂

[jokerlennon]

reading war and peace while also having listened to great comet is horrible bc i am constantly fighting falling into the endless cycle of reading -> oh hey i should listen to great comet -> oh hey i should read -> oh hey i should l

[ggunight]

i’m going to snap any day now i’m going to reverse my 2017 character development

[dear-evan-fansen]

if you're still blaming Dear Evan Hansen for Great Comet closing in the year of our lord 2023 please I am begging you do one ounce of research into why Comet actually closed please I BEG you

[scarletttbitch]

saw the Sufjan Stevens musical (Illinoise) yesterday and i am absolutely Not okay about it

[todays-xkcd]

If we can get a brood of 13-year cicadas going, we might have a chance at making this happen before the oceans evaporate under the expanding sun.

Celestial Event [Explained]

Transcript Under the Cut

Approximate frequency in my area Active northern lights: 20 days per solar cycle A naked-eye "Great Comet": 2 months every 50 years Total eclipse: once every 350 years Clear skies: 50% of the time 17-year cicada emergence: 2 months every 17 years

opening bracket

20 days over 11 years multiplied by

2 months over 50 years multiplied by

1 over 350 years multiplied by

one half multiplied by

2 months over 17 years

closing bracket to the power of -1

equals 4.3 billion years

[Caption below the panel:] Every 4 billion years or so, my neighborhood gets to see a really spectacular show.

[hotshotsxyz]

buck, eddie & the great comet of 2024

(buddie) (1.1k words) for and inspired by @moonlightperseus who said, and i quote, "do you think he would break down crying in bucks arms out in the middle of nowhere under the stars". yes. yes i do.

There’s something to be said for wallowing, Eddie thinks. It’s hard to make any new mistakes, for one, and it’s far less labor-intensive than any of the alternatives. So yeah, maybe he’s wallowing a little bit, but it’s not like he needs to be saved from himself.

He says as much to Buck, who immediately rolls his eyes.

“I’m not saving you, I’m kidnapping you,” he says.

“Maybe I don’t want to be kidnapped,” Eddie replies. He settles further into the couch to make his point.

Buck frowns. “I don’t think the kidnap-ee really gets a say in it,” he says. “Anyway, you’re not going to make me go alone, are you?”

 “To what?” Eddie asks. “You haven’t even told me where we’re going.”

 Buck’s eyes light up like he’s won something. Eddie replays the last few seconds of conversation in his head and groans.

“Come on, do you trust me?” He asks, and it’s not even really a question. Or, if it is, Buck knows the answer just as well as he does.

“Fine,” Eddie sighs. “I’m picking the music, though.”

Buck grins. “Deal.”

Just to fuck with him, Eddie starts their drive with the most depressing song in his library.

Buck snorts as soon as he recognizes it. “A little on the nose, don’t you think?”

“I’m being kidnapped,” Eddie says with a shrug. “I can be mopey.”

“Yeah, but… Trading Yesterday mopey?”

His nose wrinkles and Eddie can’t help but laugh. “Oh yeah, Trading Yesterday, Amber Run— sure you don’t just want to leave me to my misery?”

“Nah, I always want you around,” Buck says, a little too soft, a little too sincere to be anything but the truth.

Eddie’s breath catches in his chest. “Okay,” he says. He tries to ignore how raw it feels as it leaves his tongue.

“Just add some Death Cab for Cutie for me,” Buck teases.

Eddie huffs something close to a laugh and adds Transatlanticism to the queue.

By the time Buck turns onto Angel Crest Highway, Eddie’s given up on trying to work out where they’re going.

“You know, I thought you were joking about the kidnapping,” he says.

“Oh no, I take my kidnapping very seriously,” Buck says, glancing over.

Eddie laughs, and then his stomach growls. “Any chance your plot includes snacks?” He asks.

The corner of Buck’s mouth quirks up. “What kind of kidnapper do you take me for?”

“The kind that’s trying to Stockholm Syndrome me, clearly,” Eddie drawls.

“Is it working?” Buck asks. His eyes are alight with mirth, and not for the first time Eddie finds himself a little distracted by them.

He hums an affirmative. “You’ve got me right where you want me.”

“Alright,” Buck says. “We’re here.”

Here is, seemingly, a random scenic overlook. In the distance, the sun is slowly sinking below the horizon.

“And we’re… watching the sunset?” Eddie guesses.

“Nope,” Buck says. He pauses and tilts his head to the side. “Well actually, yeah, I guess we are. But not just the sunset!”

“So…” Eddie prompts.

Buck rubs at the back of his head. “It’s, uh— do you remember that comet I told you about a few months ago?”

“Yeah,” Eddie says, and he does. It’d been while they were on shift, a slow one if Eddie remembers correctly. Buck had excitedly shown him a NASA article and said that he was putting it in his calendar for—

For Chris.

“Oh,” Eddie breathes.

“Is— is that okay?” Buck asks.

Eddie closes his eyes and tilts his head back. “Yeah,” he says, a little rough. “I just wish…”

“Me too.”

A familiar wave of guilt crashes through Eddie’s chest. It’s just one more thing on a long list of things Chris is missing out on because of him.

“I’m still glad we’re here,” Buck says, taking Eddie’s wrist in his hand.

Eddie feels a little nauseous when he realizes he is too.

Buck packed them an entire dinner to eat while they wait for the comet to become visible on the horizon. If Chris was here, Buck probably would’ve brought a few camp chairs for them to use, but as it is they sit on the floor of the Jeep’s cargo space, legs dangling past the rear bumper. It’s a little chilly in the mountains; Eddie appreciates the long line of warmth that is Buck’s body pressed against his, shoulder to knee.

In hushed tones, Buck tells Eddie everything he knows about Tsuchinshan-ATLAS, which is, apparently, the comet’s name. He describes its origin in the Oort Cloud, and how it survived a seemingly deadly trip around the sun.

“It won’t be back for another eight hundred centuries,” Buck says breathlessly.

Eddie loves him like this. He loves the curiosity that emanates from him in waves, and the way he seems to have absorbed every little fun fact he’s ever read. He loves the way Buck glows when he shares his knowledge with anyone lucky enough to be in his orbit. He loves—

He loves Buck.

And that’s—

It’s—

Oh.

Of course he does.

The comet makes its appearance forty-five minutes after the last rays of the sun dissipate into inky blue.

“There,” Buck says, pulling Eddie toward the guardrail and pointing at a tiny streak of light in the sky.

All at once, Eddie is desperately sad. He’s here and Buck’s here but Chris isn’t, and it’s not supposed to be like that. It’s supposed to be the three of them together. It’s supposed to be Buck and Chris bouncing fun facts off each other, and Eddie watching fondly as the two people he loves most in this world revel in the joy of sharing a new experience. It’s supposed to be their family, their whole family.

Buck turns to him, like he’s somehow sensed the sudden shift in Eddie’s mood. He offers him a small, sad smile.

“I, uh, I reminded Chris about the comet this morning,” he says quietly.

Eddie takes a shaky breath.

“He should be seeing it too, right about now,” Buck continues. “I know it’s not… but—but we’re looking at the same sky.”

An overwhelming mix of sadness-gratitude-guilt-joy-sorrow-love hits Eddie square in the chest. “You…” he whispers.

Buck bites his lip. “I just… I thought you’d want to know,” he says.

Out of nowhere, a sob bursts from Eddie’s chest. In an instant, Buck’s arms are around him.

“I’m sorry,” he says. “I’m sorry I can’t fix it.”

Eddie tucks his face into Buck’s neck, and for the first time since the night Christopher left, he lets himself cry.

Buck holds him until the comet is far beyond the horizon.