Hi, hi! I might have missed it but can you explain your "four days of tech rehearsals" hashtag? Like, did they really only have four days? LOL.
I was going to put this in my recap but I’ll explain it now!
So last night at stage door I was chatting to various members of the cast who are remaining (James Howard, Mackley – who’s staying as first cover Albus btw, and hopes they’ll be able to say when they’re on this year, and Annabel) about how excited I am to see the new cast on Wednesday and Thursday, and James Howard said he hopes they’ll be ready (he also referred to Samuel as his son to some other people he was talking to), and Annabel said to cut them some slack.
She explained that the original cast had five weeks of tech rehearsals in the theatre, whereas this cast have four days. I presume they start today, and are rehearsing tomorrow, Wednesday morning, and Thursday morning.
I just think it’s amazing for the cast to be able to do that, and I think there’s going to be so much adrenaline and excitement. I love really raw and energetic performances, so that four days stat really caught me, hence why I’m using it as my tag for the new cast!
I will, of course, be doing a full recap of the new cast’s first show (and I’m so excited to discover all the new details they bring, and chronicle everything that’s different. It’s going to be fresh and thrilling, and judging by today’s videos, I am going to absolutely love them).
Platinum: “I want nothing more than to finally start a family with you and I’m so excited for our first child. So, Begonia Lush Ribbon, would you make me the happiest man alive and do me the honour of becoming my wife?”
Begonia: “Aww, that’s so sweet! And yes, of course! I would marry you here right on the spot but I know that you always wanted to get married surrounded by your friends and family.”
(Y/N) sighed as the writing appeared on her skin. It had read:
‘I got football captain!‘
with a smiley face drawn at the end. Pushing herself up from her seat, she made her way towards the bathroom in hope of getting rid of the ink incorporated into her skin. It had been the third time in a week that her soulmate had written to her and it had been the third time in a week she had ignored the words he wrote.
She didn’t want to push him away but she also didn’t want to be with Reggie Mantle, the guy, who on most days had an iQ lower than her six year old cousin. Sure, he was built like a God and sure, he had enough sporting ability to make up for the lack of hers but she couldn’t be with him. Of course, she couldn’t be with him, not when they spent ever waking moment disagreeing over the simplest things. She knew it was him, however she tried her hardest to hide her identity from him.
He had tried to figure out who the person he was destined to be with ever since he realised that they existed.
He was eight when he first realised that his soulmate existed. Unlike the rest of his friends, he didn’t have a name etched into his skin, neither did he have a countdown on the wrist of his prominent arm. To Reggie, there was no sign of him having a soulmate. Until the very day, he saw a messy sketch of what seemed to be a rose appear on his right forearm during math class. He gazed around the room, wondering if it was anyone he already knew. Every year since, on the exact date, a rose appeared on his right forearm.
The sign of his soulmate’s existence that caused him to reach out to them occurred when he was thirteen. He felt a pain in his ankle that caused him to drop to the ground in the midst of a soccer game, clutching it in hopes it would stop the pain.
Later that evening, he picked up the purple sharpie that sat atop of his wooden desk and pressed it against his skin, doodling a frowning face, following it with the words:
‘I hope u r okay.’
He sat waiting for a response from his soulmate, shaking his leg impatiently. He sat waiting for a response; after an hour of waiting, he attempted to contact her again, etching the words:
‘ur probably asleep, i hope u get well soon’
and followed it with a doodle of himself.
She stared at his writing, only just noticing how messy it was. Analysing it closely, she realised it was his writing. It was Reggie Mantle’s writing. She recognised it from anywhere. Who wouldn’t recognise their lab partner’s writing?
It had been two weeks since Reggie had wrote to (Y/N) informing him of his new title as the captain of the Riverdale bulldogs.
She felt upset but she didn’t know why. She wasn’t that into Reggie. Looking down at her arm, she noticed a drawing of a sad face followed with the words:
She let out a small laugh at the words, deciding it would be an appropriate time to reply. After eight years of ignoring him, she finally replied to his words.
She sighed, maybe she had judged Reggie before even giving him a chance. “Oh god, what’s gotten you in this state? Is it Mantle?” Kevin spoke, earning his best friend’s attention. “So when are you going to fuck him?”
(Y/N) spun around in her chair and dragged herself toward him and smacked his arm. “I hate you.”
“Does he even know his infamous soulmate is you?”
“No and he’s not going to find out until we graduate!”
(Y/N) was about to join Kevin on her bed, when she felt a tickling sensation on her left forearm. She smiled at his response, his words making him seem like an excited child during Christmas.
Reggie looked down at his arm, smiling to himself. She had finally written back. “Dude, she wrote back.” he grinned “Andrews, she finally wrote back!”
“I’m happy for you, cap but coach wants us on the field.”
He spent all of practise counting down the minutes until he could reply to his soulmate. He was unsure whether his soulmate was a female or a male but it never really mattered to him.
After showering, he picked up a pen only to notice that his soulmate had drawn a small rabbit on her left wrist. For most of the eight years he knew of his soulmate’s existence, he had always thought that they were left handed, as the drawing of the rose always seemed to appear on his right forearm. He took his place next to Archie, waiting for coach Clayton to enter the locker room with the information about their next game.
Archie looked over at his smitten captain, knowing that there was no way he would be paying attention to a word their Coach had said, too infatuated with the new drawing on his arm. “She actually wrote back. What is she doing?” he mumbled to himself, pulling his phone out from the back pockets of his jeans, wanting to text her.
Reggie was pulled out of his trance as he heard Archie’s mumbled words, his eyes widening slightly, Archie must’ve known who his soulmate was. “She? You know my soulmate!”
“Reggie, calm down, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Reggie nudged Archie playfully “Tell me.”
(Y/N) could barely react before Kevin snatched her phone off her and answered Archie’s incoming call. She let out a groan, knowing that it would be related to Reggie.
“You’re writing back to Reggie? (Y/N), that’s a disaster waiting to happen.” Archie exclaimed as soon as she answered, causing Kevin to laugh. “You’ll never be able to hide your identity from him until graduation if you continue replying.”
“My god, Andrews, you sound like you’re in the midst of a mental breakdown.” Kevin scoffed “Plus, she’s only just started drooling over Mantle.”
“I’m coming over! I’m bringing food!”
Reggie sat in his car waiting for Moose to get back with their food. Looking at himself in the rear-view mirror, he noticed a bruise had formed on his bicep. Instantly, he picked up a pen and wrote to her, drawing a winking face
'how did u get ur bruise? hope you haven’t been fighting’
Within a few seconds, his soulmate had already responded.
'SORRY!!!! the door handle was a lot higher than i expected. hope you didn’t feel it.’
Reggie let out a small laugh, not even realising that Moose had joined him in the car.
“Dude, you’re whipped and you don’t even know who this person is. What if it’s some old dude who’s kidnapped your soulmate and is trying to lure you to his house?” Moose groaned. “You did order a steak burrito right?”
A new semester meant new classes, new activities. (Y/N) slumped into her seat during home room, Kevin to her right and Reggie sat behind him. He glanced up from his desk, only to be met with Kevin, whose head instantly shot back to face his best friend.
“Got a problem, Keller?” He spoke, earning a scoff from (Y/N) “You too, (L/N)?”
“Don’t inflate your ego any further there, Reginald. It might burst.” (Y/N) responded, turning back to face the front, not wanting to speak to him any further.
(Y/N) then realised the reason why she had been so hesitant to reveal who she was to him. It was because he was one of the most egotistical people she knew and the person she spoke to through her ink-stained skin was nothing like the person she knew.
As soon as the bell rang, (Y/N) pushed herself out in attempt to beat the crowd that would be gathering in front of her locker. As she rushed, she failed to weave through the desk, hitting her hip on the corner. She let out a groan, clutching her hip instantly.
Reggie felt the pain grow in his hip as he watched (Y/N) try to groan and walk the pain out. His eyes widening and a gasp falling from his lips.
Wishing you all a Happy Easter! I’m so glad to be part of this fandom and I hope you all know that I love each and everyone of you. Hope you gain some calories from excessive chocolates this weekend like I did =D
“If this star is an abandoned sprite, she
touchingly looks to her audience for approval. She is strikingly like an
over-excited child asked downstairs after tea. The initial shyness
over, excitement has now got the better of her. She romps, she squeals
with delight, she leaps on to the sofa. She puts a flower stem in her
mouth, puffing on daisy as though it were a cigarette. It is an artless,
impromptu, high-spirited, infectiously gay performance. It will
probably end in tears.”
~Photographer Cecil Beaton on Marilyn Monroe, 1956.
It’s a day late but I did a little piece for Efi and Orisa! I love these two, and I am very excited to try and play Orisa more. So maaaybe I can play more than Just Reinhardt and Winston~ Also Numbani’s colors are great!
can we please talk about how super chill Jace was walking in on Magnus and Alec?? they are full on making out and Jace just strolls into the apartment like he owns the place, sees them kissing, isn’t bothered in the slightest and goes oh my bad but im moving in now make out another time kk