#the theatah

[fabledquill]

I just think all the terror girlies(gn) should get into The Flying Dutchman by Wagner because the main character is literally a woman who's been obsessed with the legend of a doomed sailor since she was little and then he appears in real life and tells her that she can break his curse but only by marrying him

[nonstandardrepertoire]

"guilt tripping the audience for behaving like an audience" has gotta be one of my least favorite theatrical tropes. like oh? we accepted the convention that people are acting out pretend scenarios and thus did not intervene when someone "did" something bad onstage? we paid less attention to a character that the narrative told us was unimportant? if we had rushed up on stage en masse to try to stop this event unfolding, the entire show would have fallen apart because you are actually actors following a script and audience intervention isn't scripted? and you want us to feel bad for interacting with the text as the text expects and teaches us to interact with it? no, fuck you, write better material

[endofbeginningarchive]

I almost posted something dramatical and sad and feelings pilled but am going to write gay porn instead god willing. SEE U LATER

[chrismho]

I AM SO EXCITED FELLAS we are kicking off a new DnD campaign and I have a new character to draw and be excited about! I'm still working out the kinks of her backstory BUT she's a Tiefling bard who lives for the theatah (big vaudeville gal). As you can see I went v hard with the posters and silliness. I can't wait to kill the other members of my party with my cringe

[dannyslayeee]

the theatah. the theatah. what happened to the theatah........

[edwardcullenisadilf]

53, 20, and 4 for the ask game

ty for the ask

4 - doing 13 the musical in the summer, seeing my best friend in little shop of horrors

53 - friends/family, my dogs, thEatAh, shopping, watching movies w/ ppl i love :))

20 - currently obsessed with ceilings by Lizzy mcalpine, also living hell by bella porch is stuck in my head

[youarestellarverse]

It's the last

🎉Spaghetti-Throwing Saturday🎆

of 2022!

Out of nowhere, the idea slammed into me. You know how Gavroche is often played in England with a thick cockney accent to signify "lower class"?

Percy plays Gavroche with the same accent Jeremy Jordan used in Newsies.

"An' my theatah nevah closes an' the coy-tain's nevah down!"

Don't tell me he wouldn't do it perfectly and make everyone crack up laughing.

[coleopterologist]

ok gang. time to go to da movie theatah

[raisab332012]

Answer to What immortal words did Bette Davis utter when Marilyn Monroe made her entrance in All About Eve (1950)? by Karen Marie Shelton

Answer to What immortal words did Bette Davis utter when Marilyn Monroe made her entrance in All About Eve (1950)? by Karen Marie Shelton https://www.quora.com/What-immortal-words-did-Bette-Davis-utter-when-Marilyn-Monroe-made-her-entrance-in-All-About-Eve-1950/answer/Karen-Marie-Shelton?ch=15&oid=1477743655686630&share=67ca8cad&srid=7KVRc&target_type=answer

[thehours2002]

once again missed abbott bc i was at the theatah

[thetourguidebarbie]

Also happy little shop of horrors day to my fellow theater nerds

[sapphic-snafu]

being a theatre kid

pros:

spelling it 'theatre' 

jazz shoes are the comfiest shoes

singing and dancing all the time

costumes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

hairspray 

Hairspray™

h a r m o n i e s 

pre-show sing-along 

that one musical that is Yours

looking your theater friends dead in the eyes and saying one line from a musical you all love and then immediately breaking into song

live action versions of musicals

type-casting

that Feeling you get on stage 

that one show where everything possible goes right 

cons: 

it's not play practice it's rehearsal 

spirit gum

superstitions 

can't eat, drink, breathe, live a life, be a human, etc. in your costume

live action versions of musicals

type-casting

when someone else sings your solo backstage or ever and you have to kill them to appease the muses

eMOTIONS

mic tape

stage...no, house right?

upst––DOWNSTAGE 

nobody wants you to have the aux cord

nobody knows who you're talking about

everybody knows you are a theater kid

that one show where everything possible goes wrong

[fabledquill]

had crewview for Annie tonight and definitely cried during "a new deal for Christmas" bc remember when this awful country actually decided that public works and socialism were the key to revitalizing the economy and giving people hope and we collectively said "hey sometimes you have to give a little to get a lot"

remember that

I don't because I'm a millennial but I KNOW IT HAPPENED GODDAMMIT

[lillianna-davenport]

Rehearsals start today. Everyone else is so excited. I’m like: will there be snacks or do I have to bring my own?

[retrofatale]

My job is weird and I love it! What does this have to do with the #TheaTah find out when we open #collectiverage on April 2nd at @7stagesatl! #theatrelife #productionmanagerlife #7StagesATL #fiercelyweird #l5patl #atlanta #atlantatheatre #theatre #thingstodoinatlanta #artsinatlanta #supportthearts #livetheatre #atlantaevents #nonprofit (at 7 Stages) https://www.instagram.com/p/B8flSi3ppwx/?igshid=1f6biy0d4gq76

[starsailorstories]

lil bit from an upcoming story that I just really enjoyed writing

There’s a red bandanna caught in the opaque sea-green mists of the pipeworks, circulating on a convection current. “Look, there it goes again,” Bash says to Faer and Sem, who lean against the rails on either side of her, at the corner where the walkway doubles back toward the residential domes, away from Shali’s great blue wall of gas. 

She sits straddling the newel at the farthest extreme of the angle, dangling her work boots into highest curls, mingling them with the smoke of a borrowed cigarette and the idle flickers of her light between her words. Faer crosses her knees alongside the top of Bash’s head and looks over her shoulder. “Wonder how long it’ll keep popping up, before the pressure pulls it under.”

“We’ve been here what, half an hour? Hasn’t slowed down since then I don’t think.”

“If we had a stopwatch we could time it.”

Sem straightens up and yanks apart the clasps of her heavy overdress. “You people ever get to thinking we have too much time on our hands?” Below her own knotted kerchief, a grandparent’s hollow finger is jammed through a silver av charm on her bare chest--the vapor harvester’s hereditary talisman of protection, put away for daughters who’d be working on the inner valves, lest they meet the fate of the red bandanna.

“Not enough,” Faer replies, flicking a spent filter over the rail. “If inversion season didn’t have me out here half the night I’d think of something we could do, but I don’t have time, so we don’t do anything.”

“You can’t think and tighten fittings at the same time?”

“No,” she answers decisively, “it’s too loud.”

“I kind of think my thinking parts work better in the noise,” Bash puts in. “It’s me and Sterobys, singing harmony down there. Sometimes I think I could learn how it all works. You know, the currents.”

“So you can accurately predict our net bandanna losses.”

“Exactly,” she answers with a drag and a laugh.

"If you're so smart about time spent,” Faer says, addressing Sem with her arms folded spiritlessly on her chest, “then what are you going to do when you grow up?"

"I am grown up,” Sem replies.

"You're fifteen quinturns and three, you're not grown up!"

"I've got a job, I've got a girl, I've got a tug license. What else is there?"

“Plenty,” she says, with a foreign heat that makes Bash look up from between the balustrades. “You've gotta decide what you want to do with your life, like old what's her face from the subconsulate said at tenth-term exams."

"Okay, fine. I'll decide right now.” Sem puts her foot on the lowest bar of the railing, balancing her hip bone on top, testing, maybe, the efficacy of her grandauntie’s finger. “I could stay here and work for Sia Matari--" 

"You wouldn't be working for Sia Matari anymore,” Bash interrupts, “You'd be working for somebody else."

“How do you figure?"

"She left. She sold the works to some management company on Glasmiri, didn't she, Faer." 

“She sure did," Faer assents. Sem grabs the railing and leans the opposite way, making a triangle between the rails and her body.

“Okay, fine, I could stay here and work for a management company then or I could join the army and get my citizens' papers. That's it, right?"

"You could work in the pub."

“I've put up with Meg and her bunch enough for this lifetime, thanks."

“If you took over managing when Lev kicks it you could throw em' out."

“And inflict them on the rest of the community? I don't want that to be my legacy in life."

“Citizen’s papers could be nice,” Bash muses at the maelstrom below. The bandanna, she can’t help but notice, makes another encore appearance.

"I mean I guess, but what does it matter? What would you do with them here?" 

"Maybe I'd move to the rings."

This breaks Faer’s skeptical face into an incredulous grin. "What the nox would you do in the rings. Get your hair done? Go to the theatah?"

“I’d just do the things I do here, but it would be different. I could meet more people--”

“What’s the matter with us?”

“Nothing, but--nobody who’s been anywhere else or done anything different or important talks to us. When they come they shut up in the company ships and we never even see them. In the rings they go out in public like anybody.”

“Why would you go to all that trouble? Just stay on the orbiter and kidnap a supervising engineer.”

In practical unison they laugh and toss their warm cigarette ends away into the mist. As they rise and turn back towards the clock station the sparks pop into rainbow-colored flame. Only the crystalline floes beneath the upper layer of clouds stop them from setting the world on fire.