nothing can replace

listen, i’m okay with there being a show following the same concept and issues as skam as long as it isn’t a complete rip off.

i’m okay with there being a show that is following the issues of insecurities, of sexual assault, of finding out your sexuality, of mental illness and of being of a different religion than the majority. but i don’t want a show where everything is the exact same as in skam, because that will just ruin the beauty of the original show and i can’t see that happening.

i don’t want to see another eva mohn, i don’t want to see another noora sætre, i don’t want to see another isak valtersen or another sana bakkoush. those characters matter too much to me to just be copy pasted like that. characters inspired by them sure, but not a complete rip off, i can’t let that happen.

skam has not only shown how it is to be a teenager in today’s society but it has also shown a bunch of scandinavian culture, things that simply will not work in an american adaptation, no matter how hard they try.

i’m just begging america to not make a complete rip off and instead make something inspired by skam because to do a complete rip off won’t work. it won’t be the same, no matter how hard you try to make it seem like it.


I’m basically homlesss until further notice. Something in the house was left on and everything burned. If anyone can help $5 or 10$, anything would be great. I don’t ask or beg for anything but this is a dire need and it would be greatly appreciated by me and my family. Unfortunately we didn’t have renters insurance so nothing can be replaced, seeing my mom break down into tears crushed me so I have to do my best to help. I know material things can be replaced but When you work hard for everything you own and it’s gone within a blink of an eye it’s really life changing. This to shall pass and will make me and my family stronger…
Thank you for your help and time

I hate to put my business out there but any help is needed and appreciated


Look at the worry in Jim’s eyes in the first image. He’s standing defiant in the face of the unknown, sure, but this is a major internal conflict for him. He’ll argue man’s place over machine, his belief in humanity is boundless – but in himself? Is he better than this machine?

Spock’s comment here implicitly states two things: Jim is more desirable (of a commander, of course, but let my shipper heart take more meaning there), and Spock wishes to serve under him. 

The next parts have so much weight in their words I don’t need to elaborate on it – but I want to take a second to look at how much is conveyed in Jim’s eyes.

He’s still plainly apprehensive here, vulnerable. 

He watches Spock’s lips as he speaks. This isn’t a glance – his eyes linger. His whole body shifts to look at Spock clearer, and he turns to face him, his eyes remaining fixed. 

You can see the creases ease from his face panel by panel. Nothing can replace it – nothing can replace the soul of the ship, the loyalty it runs on, that all under his command feel towards him. That Spock feels towards him. This look is so genuine. 

Nothing can replace him

This look is for Spock. 

This is James T. Kirk expressing the most heartfelt gratitude he can convey. 

This is Jim Kirk near bursting with pride and adoration. 

This look, I think, is Jim taking Spock’s words in. This is James T. Kirk processing what his first officer’s just told him - that no man could replace him, that there’s no man he’d rather serve under. That he’s worthy.

As he takes this in, he isn’t looking at Spock’s lips here, as he was before. This is beyond the words they’ve given him. This is the warmth he feels in his chest. And Vulcan anatomy aside, that’s where Jim’s eyes wander – to his heart. 

Bts “Cheating” on you-Reaction

Requested by anon

This is like a mini scenario/reaction

scenario: You have been seen with a guy. Fans automatically assume the worst. Bts member decides to hire an actress to kiss him as you walk in the door. As soon as he sees your eyes regret fills him immediately. You leave to another Bts members house whom you are close with for comfort, he finds out this “guy” was your brother. What happens now?


He pushed the actress away and tried to go after you. He didn’t know the exact truth but he knew you were hurt. You soon left his eyesight and he called all the members until he found out you were with Namjoon. By the time he gets to Namjoons house, you were asleep on his bed, snuggling his Ryan Plushie. Tears of regret stung his eyes and he cuddled you close. By the time you woke up, he was explaining everything whilst kissing you.

“I love you more than you’ll ever know”

Originally posted by fawnave


He figured he did his job when you left. He paid the actress her money and she left. His heart was shattered at the idea you cheated on him. Though he got his revenge, there was a hole in his heart. He was taking out his feelings when he receives a call from Taehyung:


S: What?

T:YOU BROKE HER HEART MAN *explains how it was your brother and you’re  crying in his arms*

Suga hangs up the phone and quickly went to Tae. He felt like an a**hole and he held you in his arms explaining everything and blaming himself. 

“I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions babygirl..”

Originally posted by yoonmin


He was mad at you. How could you walk out acting hurt when you did the same thing?? He scoffed, paid the actress and started to pack your things. He tries to call you to tell you your stuff is here. He’s shocked to hear a yelling Yoongi answer your phone. The minute Yoongi said “your brother” Namjoons heart broke. He understood why you left hurt when he thought it was acting. Namjoon went to you, sat you down and explained everything. He made sure that he would regain your trust.

“You’re my entire world, nothing can replace you.”

Originally posted by jhopeg


Regret filled him as you walked out crying. He thought he was just getting revenge, He didn’t know what he did wrong, but he knew something wasn’t right. He texted you and the members and finally gets a response, from Jimin. Hobi went to confront you, He heard your side of things and he broke down crying. He felt like the worlds biggest idiot. He cried in your shoulder and whispered so many apologies. 

“Please forgive me”

Originally posted by jhopingforhoseok


Just like Yoongi, he’d feel proud. He made you feel what he felt and it was over. That is until he gets a text from Hobi who seemed pissed. Jimin tried to have his own back and argue with Hoseok about you. Hobi sends him a picture of you asleep, your eyes still wet from the tears and Jimin just turned into a soft baby. 


Jimin went to you, smuggled you, kissed you, whispered so much reassurance in your ear. You ended up falling asleep in his arms on Hobi’s bed.

“Mine forever. I love you and you only”

Originally posted by kookies-for-taehyung


He didnt know what he was doing. Everything seemed so right while it happended, but the way your tears fell, he knew he wasn’t a victim at all. He knew that you didn’t cheat. He ran to you before you could go to Jungkooks house. He let you explain because he only knew what other people told him. He trusted you but Jealousy took over in the moment. He’d pray you’d understand.

“I know i should’ve confronted you, it was my fault. Please still love me the same.”

Originally posted by saikokpop


Confused. Hes like Tae in this sense he knew that he wasn’t the victim, but didnt know why he wasn’t the victim. He gets a call from Jin, who isn’t yelling, but lecturing him on what actually happened and what he should’ve done instead of hire an actress

Jin: Like seriously, kookie, WHO DOES THAT!?!

Jungkook knew he had to make it better, and would try to make sure sure you trusted him again before things go back to normal.

“I’m an idiot, but you love me still, right??”

Originally posted by sugutie


Originally posted by the8-carat

They can make a million remakes of skam, but nothing can ever replace sana’s “nei, vilde”, even’s eyebrow raise™, chris’ spoon, eskild’s guru advising, isak’s beanie, yousef’s carrot peeling, mahdi’s billion-watt smile, noora’s red lipstick, dr. skrulle’s hairstyle, or just anything about skam in general.

always in our hearts @ skam.

yours sincerely, the skamily.

anonymous asked:

Do you have any tips on how to animate smoothly? 😶 you are fantastic

Aaaaah, thank you so much!!! I’m by no means an expert, like, bY NO MEANS, buuut here’s some of what I learned this year in school!

When we animated in class, we were encouraged to draw each frame quickly! And by encouraged I mean our TA timed us with a stopwatch to make sure we flipped on time. It was terrifying.

But! Working fast means that you don’t get caught up in a single moment and instead think about the action as a whole. You can always go back and add more details later, but roughing should be done quickly so you don’t pour a ton of effort into something that ends up looking stiff!

Acting things out and using references makes you think about how an action looks, rather than just how you imagine it looks. Obviously there are some limits here– for example, you can’t observe someone turning into a card. However, you can look at similar motions to what you want. Observe, then work. Try not to copy too directly if you can avoid it!

And exaggerate motions when you’re framing them out.

When I started the class, I was scared that pushing the two too far would look bad. I promise you it does not. Push it as far as you think you can, then push it further– turn your characters into streaks in the air or pancakes on the pavement, then do it all over again!

Everyone has their own way of drawing it, but when something’s in motion, your eyes can’t focus on it. And that’s okay! Our eyes will follow the motion better if you have some way of ‘smearing’ the limbs or body between holds. Experiment! Find what works for you!

I have some tweens that look like this. Others are two lines, or just a dot, or something wonkier-looking. Don’t let non-animators fool you with their ‘I paused this animation and it looked bad and therefore it is all bad’ rhetoric– mid-motions look bad in everything! If someone paused you in real life, you’d be wonky too.

So embrace it! Don’t sweat things looking absolutely perfect in each frame. It will actually detract from your animation in the long run.

And of course, practice. Unfortunately, and I used to hate when people told me this, nothing can really replace good old hard work! You’ll learn some tricks yourself as you plug away at things! Everyone has their own style.

That’s by no means all I learned, but! If I went on and on about how fun that class was we’d be here for about twelve pages. So go out and animate, and have tons of fun!!!

Please like or reblog…

if you would still go to the cinema to watch the latest movies even after seeing countless spoilery gifs sets before you watched it/it came out in your country.

I am more optimistic, both about reading and about books. There will always be non-readers, bad readers, lazy readers – there always were. Reading is a majority skill but a minority art. Yet nothing can replace the exact, complicated, subtle communion between absent author and entranced, present reader.
—  Julian Barnes

Moar little red au  (*ノ º □ º )ノ ♥

A familiar smell passed by, it only took my brain a split second to figure out it was your exact cologne, it was enough to make my heart shatter all over again. You’re gone but you are somehow everywhere. I’m haunted by the ghost of our memories. I’ve scrubbed and scrubbed to wash away your touch but yet you still linger. No matter how many boys I touch to forget you nothing can replace the way you felt in my arms. You were it for me and I’m sorry but I just thought I was the one for you too.
—  B.L letters I never sent

To know how close I was, to love. So close. And then to lose it all in an instant. I’ve heard, loved ones leave you in pieces. That little by little you start to forget things about them. But that’s not true. You lose them, everything, instantly. And suddenly nothing can replace them. Nothing.    →  Xhalax Sun

anonymous asked:

I LOVE YOUR WRITING! May you please do a blurb where Harry's jealous over the fact that the reader is giving their new pet dog so much love and attention???

Harry loved the new puppy — no really, he really did. But if for the fourth morning in a row he woke up, rolled over to pull Y/N closer only to find a cold, empty space wasn’t disappointing enough… he didn’t know what was.

Harry had trudged out of the covers, pulling on one of Y/N’s fuzzy robes he found hanging on the bedroom doorknob with a sigh.

The kitchen was frigid and freezing in the November morning. The two bags of dog food — one regular puppy food and the other vitamin infused puppy food Y/N just had to buy — sat opened and forgotten on the counter. He scooted the bags over with a grunt, pulling out the tea pot from under the drawers and turning the oven on next to him.

The sound of the door unlocking snapped him out of his sleepy daydream, the pitter-patter of clumsy puppy feet filling the room.

“Good morning, Harry.” Y/N greeted warmly, kissing his cheek as she unlooped the scarf from around her neck.

“‘Lo, love.” Harry mumbled, freezing in his stance as the their new Bull Terrier puppy jumped up his legs, clawing him in a preppy, excited greeting.

“Where were yeh’ this morning?” Harry asked, squatting down to scratch and kiss the dog’s head.”

“Took pup here on a walk. He woke me up and really wanted to go out.”

“And you left me sleepin’?”

“I didn’t think you’d want to be up before nine. I know how much you like your sleep.”

Yes, Harry did like his sleep but he liked waking up to his wife still in bed with him more. Liked pulling her deeper into his sleep filled body and smelling her perfume and lotion from the day before. But with their new addition to the house, Harry had been waking up cold and alone.

“Yeah but I would’ve gone with yeh’…”

“We can go tomorrow together.” Y/N cheered, her rosy cheeks from the cold weather blooming with a smile. She disappeared down the hall with a call of the puppy’s name, kissy noises and laughs following her as she cheered the dog on, leaving Harry with himself yet again.

Taking his whistling tea off the stove and into the living room with him, he sat on the couch with a huff. Y/N was paying their puppy more attention than she was him, and Harry ultimately couldn’t believe that he was jealous over… a dog.

His wife returned dressed in sweatpants and a sweater, making her way to where Harry sat in the living room. Y/N sat on the carpeted floor just past the coffee table, laughing as the puppy made playful yips and growls of fun. Harry watched as she played tug-o-war with him, indulged in her own tiny world where just her and the dog lived, as far as Harry was concerned.

“You should let the poor boy sleep. Been up and running around pretty early, he was.”

Y/N’s shoulders slumped, watching as the puppy was indeed slowing down and showing signs of nap time. “Yeah, but then I’ll have nothing to do.”

His eyebrows shot up and he struggled to hide the scoff that escaped his mouth. “You could spend time with… I don’t know, me? You’ve only been ditching me ev’reh mormin’ so far.”

It must’ve clicked in her head; his grumpy looks and huffy sighs. How he’d been staying home, going to bed early and following her like a puppy himself. Y/N had been with Harry long enough to know from a few words what he was feeling.

“Aw, Harry.” Y/N cooed, climbing to where he sat on the couch. She plopped herself onto his outstretched lap, ignoring his quack of awkwardness as she wrapped herself around his upper body. “Are you feeling jealous?”

“‘M not jealous…”

She leaned in and kissed him squarely on the mouth, feeling the combination of his minty toothpaste and minty tea in her own mouth.

He settled his hands on waist, pulling her to him and confessing through his kiss that yes — he was in fact, embarrassingly so, jealous over a puppy. The kiss was exactly what Harry had been craving, deciding so that he would go a month of lonely mornings if it meant he would get kissed like this.

Y/N smiled through the kiss, cradling her hands over his jawbone sweetly.

“You’re silly, Harry. I love our puppy but you’re my husband. I have a special love for you that nothing on this Earth can replace. I didn’t mean to leave you out but the puppy’s just a baby.”

“I know. I’m your baby too though.” Harry mumbled shyly, averting his eyes down in embarrassment and vulnerability.

“Let’s call over my Mom to watch him for a bit, okay? You and I can do something today. Sound good my jealous baby?”

Hallelujah for Y/N’s Mom, Harry thought.

“That sounds perfect.”

7 Years - BadBoy! Jeon Jungkook x Reader - Part 5

As promised here’s the next part. Sorry it took long and I hope you guys enjoy reading it. <3

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5 - Here  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8  Part 9  Part 10.1  Part 10.2  Part 10.3  Part 11  Part 12  Part 13  Part 14  Part 15  Part 16 Part 17  Part 18  Part 19  Part 20 - Final

It took the rest of weekend to get over what you had witnessed at the party and you came to the conclusion that you were being over dramatic. Sure, Hye Mi was someone you held a deep dislike towards but Jungkook was still a ‘player’ and who he ‘played with’ was none of your concern, even if it turned out to be her.

Upon entering school on Monday, you were surprised to see them both sitting in their separate seats, Hye Mi seemingly trying to hide from someone. When you had sat yourself down, Jungkook took that as his cue to greet you.

“Hey, my cute Y/N. How are you?” Head snapping up, you were met with Jungkook’s signature bunny like grin.

You were suspicious, who wouldn’t be? The sudden compliment had caught you off guard and you weren’t sure how to respond properly.  

“I’m good…” Jungkook either didn’t take notice of your cautious response or ignored it because he began to make small talk with you. You occasionally nodded to give the impression of listening but the only thing you could think of was his strange behaviour. It seemed like he was too drunk on Saturday to remember what had happened and you silently thanked god. You didn’t want to have to deal with the awkward tension of an argument so early on a Monday morning.

When the time for class to start had come, he stood from his crouching position in front of you and pinched your cheek.

“See you later, sweet cheeks.” He then winked at you and left.

Was he using his 'player charm’ on you? He never treated you like that so his unusual behaviour had left you confused for the whole morning.


When lunch had arrived, both you and Areum had made you way to your seats at the boys table. Jungkook immediately flashed you another wink, much like the one from the morning.

“Hey, doll.” The various nicknames he had given you throughout the day were starting to annoy you and you weren’t sure how long it would be until you flipped. Areum sent you a surprised look and you replied with a shrug. She seemed to get the general message as she returned her attention to her lunch. You too wanted to know why he was behaving like this but  instead decided to keep your mouth shut.

Surely, it would be over by the end of the day.



It was when you were exiting the school with Areum where you had had enough.

“Bye, babe. See you tomorrow.” Freezing in place, you turned your body painfully slow until you were directly facing him. “What did you just call me?”

“Babe. What’s wrong?” You felt something within you snap and you marched towards him, grabbing his collar.

“Listen Jungkook! I’m not one of your playthings or side chicks. I’m your friend. Stop calling me these bullshit sickeningly sweet names because I swear to god I will punch you in the face.” His smile had dropped and he placed a hand on yours, prying your fingers off of him.

“Well what the fuck do you want then?! You weren’t happy at the party because I wasn’t thinking about your feelings and now that I’m making some kind of fucking effort, you decide to freak the fuck out! Make up your mind, Y/N!” Taking several steps back, you stared at him with a glare on your face.

“I just want you to treat me like a friend. I don’t need you drowning me in compliments every two seconds. Heck, you can call me loser for all I care. Just don’t treat me like those girls you throw away to the side every week. I’m not that desperate for attention.” Feeling like you were being too much of a bitch, you gave him a strained smile and made your way back to a shocked Areum.

“See you tomorrow, Jungkook!” Grabbing Areums arm, you walked ahead and left him standing there.

If only you could see the impressed smirk that spread on his lips.

“She must be bipolar or something…”


It seemed like your words had successfully gotten through to Jungkook without causing any unwanted anger since the next day, his greeting lacked the embarrassingly sweet pet names.

“So, what was that about yesterday anyway? And don’t lie to me, Jungkook.” He sheepishly rubbed the back of his head and then lent his chin on the backrest of the seat in front of you.

“You seemed like you were upset with me and I just wanted to make you feel happy, I guess.” Raising an eyebrow, you tilted your head and stared at him. “You guess?”

He pushed his lips out and glanced to the side, avoiding your question.

“If you call me by those crappy nicknames again, I’ll leave you for Taehyung.” Eyes widening, he snapped his attention back to you.

“No way! He can’t replace me, nothing can replace me! Those 7 years aren’t going to be ruined by Tae.” Jungkook proceeded to grab your cheeks, and pinch them causing you to flinch and grab his hair. Playfully tugging at it, you sent him a threatening glare and he slowly released his grip on you.

“I’m serious. You’re not leaving me.” You weren’t sure why but your cheeks heated at his sentence and you narrowed your eyes at him.

“You say that like we’re dating or something…” Instead of replying, he shot you his bunny-like grin and tapped his wristwatch with two fingers.

“Wha-” Before you could ask him what he meant, he jumped out of his seat and strolled back to his desk.

You definitely were not dense. That action was his way of saying 'soon’ without having to actually speak.  

He didn’t think your friendship could become more, did he?

Deciding that it was best to ignore what had just happened, you retrieved your notebook from your bag, preparing for your first lesson.


Lunch soon arrived and you made your way to the lunch line alone. The line had been moving unusually fast today and you were already eyeing the special dish of the day, when a tap on your shoulder broke you out of your trance. Upon turning around you were met with the familiar face of Jung-Hoon, a boy you shared a couple of classes with. He was relatively popular and most claimed he was the typical good-boy, although how he really acted was a mystery to almost everyone.

“Hey Y/N. How are you?” You supposed it was rude to continue staring at him with your eyebrows furrowed, so you offered him a friendly smile.

“Hi… I’m good, what about you?” He obviously didn’t sense your confusion as he continued to smile brightly at you, seemingly satisfied with your reply.

“I’m great, thanks for asking. Actually, I originally wanted to ask if you wanted to hang out at some point this week? You know catch up a bit?” What was there to catch up on? Sure, you had been partners a couple of times for school projects but other than that you were never close enough to be considered friends. You, being someone who could never say no in the face of kindness, agreed to his idea.

“Cool! So, I’ll see you at the bubble tea place around the corner on Saturday at 2?” Slowly nodding your head, he placed his hand on your shoulder and presented you with one last smile before jogging off.

What just happened?

A couple of minutes later, you were heading towards your usual table with the boys and Areum when you spotted Jungkook’s perplexed face staring right at you. Sitting down on your seat, he immediately bombarded you with questions.

“Was that Jung-Hoon? He was speaking to you right? What did that bastard want?” Taking a spoon of egg fried rice and stuffing it into your mouth, you slowly chewed whilst allowing Jungkook to finish asking his questions.

“Yes that was Jung-Hoon, yes he was speaking to me and Bastard? He’s a nice guy.” A scoff escaped Jungkook’s lips and he scowled at your last sentence. “Nice guy my ass, that guy is the devil in disguise.”

“Really? He invited me out on Saturday…” Jungkook’s head snapped up so fast, you were sure it was going to fly right off his neck.

“What! You said no right?” When you shook your head he almost choked on his food. “Jungkook… are you jealous?” Surprisingly, he didn’t react to your question and instead looked at you with a seriousness you didn’t know he possessed.

“Yeah, I’m jealous so don’t hang around with that piece of shit.” Letting out a heavy sigh, you began playing with your rice. “It’s too late Jungkook. You know me, I can’t say no when people are being nice.”

“Fucks sake!” He smashed his hand down on the table, effectively bringing the surrounding tables attention on you for a split second before they realised it was just Jungkook getting angry. Knowing about Jungkook’s bad temper, you hadn’t even flinched at his action. You took a sip out of your water bottle, holding his furious glare with a look of indifference. Huffing in annoyance, Jungkook ran a hand through his hair in frustration, calming himself down.

“If that shit hurts you, physically or mentally, i’ll fucking kill him.” Nodding, you beamed at him, happy that you had come to a somewhat normal conclusion.

“Thanks Kookie!” When the nickname left your lips, he looked away whilst rubbing the back of his neck.


“Someone please explain to me why Jungkook has decided to stop being a little bitch after he’s woken me up.” Needless to say, Yoongi complained about how inconsiderate people are for the rest of the lunch break.


The days came and went until Friday arrived and once again Areum was absent from school due to sudden vomiting. You had felt increasingly uncomfortable at the smiles Jung-Hoon had been sending you from across the classroom but decided against telling Jungkook because, let’s be honest, he would lose his shit over it.

You were continuously questioned by Jungkook at lunch, over whether you still wanted to meet up with Jung-Hoon, to which you replied 'yes’ each time. He looked like he wanted to argue more but left it at that when the bell to signal the end of lunch had rang.

When you had reached the end of the school day, Jungkook insisted on walking you home, claiming he wanted to visit your family.

“Why?” Your one word question had grabbed his complete attention and he simply smirked.

“I’m sure your mother misses seeing her child’s 'soulmate’.” Blushing, you began walking ahead in a poor attempt to leave him behind.

“That was like 9 years ago. We’re not 'soulmates’ anymore.” His smirk widened and he peered down at your red face.

“Actually, we’re soulmates until I say we’re not.” Rolling your eyes, you stopped in front of your house, pulling your keys out. When you opened the door, you were immediately greeted with your 15 year-old sister bounding down the stairs and enveloping you in a hug.

“Wow, this is a first. S/N giving me a hug?” She giggled and turned her attention to Jungkook, a look of realisation settling on her face.

“Jungkook!? We haven’t seen you in ages!” He grinned and ruffled your sisters hair, making her smile back.

“I’m impressed you remember me, you were 6 the last time I saw you.”  Your mother emerged from the kitchen, an excited grin planted on her face and you groaned.

“Ah! Jungkook, is that you? You’ve grown up so well!” She proceeded to embrace him as if he was her long lost child and he returned it with as much happiness as her.

“It’s nice to see you, M/N. How are you?” Whilst they broke into a small conversation, you took that as your opportunity to escape to your room. Around ten minutes later, Jungkook followed, throwing himself on your bed.

“Damn, I’ve missed coming here.”

“Don’t get too comfortable. We’re not kids anymore, I’m a grown girl and you’re a grown boy. This isn’t normal for people our age.”

“Yeah, but we’re soulmates remember?” There it was, that word again. Feeling your cheeks heat up, you gaped at his boldness.

“Shut up!” Picking up a pillow, you brought it down on his face with as much force as possible and he only snickered into it.

“You’ll come around eventually.” Deciding to ignore his last comment, you grabbed your books and sat at your desk. Studying was the best way to get him off your back. Or so you thought.

Feeling him place his chin on your shoulder, his natural scent filled your nose and caused the rest of your face to turn red, butterflies settling in your stomach.

“Help me study.” There was no room for arguing and you allowed him to place his own books on your desk and sit beside you.

You ended up tutoring him on topics he struggled with until the sky turned dark and it was time for him to leave. When he had left and you were closing your books, you discovered a note wedged between the pages of your notebook.

'Call me if something happens tomorrow. I won’t forgive that bastard for upsetting my soulmate.’

Why did this note make a delicate smile spread on your lips and make your heart flutter?

You told yourself it was his concern and nothing more.

Natasha, Pierre, and My Soul Ascended To A Higher Level Of Existence Which Is Basically What The Whole Show Is About

I saw Great Comet last night (16 August) you guys and let me tell you, ALL MY DREAMS CAME TRUE.

There’s truly nothing that can replace the experience of having your butt in a seat and I am so, so grateful that I was able to go. I truly count it as a blessing.

SO! My best friend and I made a trip of it (we don’t live near NYC) and because we could only see the show once I did my research and sprang for second row of the front mezzanine, center. We could not have chosen better seats. I was on the center aisle right next to all those ensemble members and could probably have reached out and touched Scott Stangland and Paul Pinto at various points in the show.

Shoba was on for Natasha and I was so excited to see her because even though I LOVE Denée I do have access to her performance through boots and though it’s not the same as in person I had heard such great things about Shoba that I really wanted to see her and I did and she was perfect. There is so much of book!Natasha in her, my dear, dear girl and soul sister. I adored her.

Scott was on as Pierre and he was everything I could have wished for. His voice sounds rougher in recordings I’ve heard but was delightfully smooth last night in places where smoothness was called for but also got rough when it was necessary and he’s got a such a dark tone to his voice that was great and a wonderful contrast with all the lightness of Shoba’s.


Let’s play a little game called “How Many Times Did MG Cry?”

  1. I walked into the theatre and saw the set.
  2. It started with the blue light and “The moooooooon” in “No One Else” and continued through the whole song because I know exactly what that feels like, Natasha darling. And apparently so did the audience member Shoba made eye contact with because her eyes were so wide and she nodded.
  3. “Dust and Ashes”. I mean. Fuck. Me. Up. That is perhaps my favorite musical theatre solo of all time and it’s just a brilliant song and Scott did it brilliantly. His delivery of “Did I squander my divinity?” had me WRECKED.
  4. Literally everything from “In My House” to “The Great Comet of 1812” with special intensity in “Pierre & Natasha”. Scott’s three “stop”s were so gentle. Instead of it being harsher, like “stop, I can’t bear to hear you speak of yourself like this, you have to stop”, it was so tender, like “Natasha, darling, please, shhh, stop”. And when Shoba reached out to touch his face, he leaned back like he was startled, couldn’t believe it was happening, these things don’t happen to him, he almost couldn’t bear for her to touch him because he loves her so damn much.

Other things I noticed and loved:

  • Scott’s “raise the roof” motion on “I am enjoying myself at home this evening” was the best thing I’ve ever seen.
  • In “The Opera” when Natasha sings “Yes, Pierre that good man, a little sad, a little stout,” Marya shakes her head slightly and widens her eyes like “Natasha you can’t say things like that.”
  • I enjoy going to the opera in general but I can also tell you that the opera performance is 100% what zoning out at the opera is like. Suddenly nothing makes sense and everyone’s making weird noises. It was fantastic.
  • Our seats for Lucas’s first entrance were PERFECT. STRIKE A POSE, ya Russian playboy.
  • When Anatole tells Pierre he saw Natasha and Pierre says “Oh, dear Andrei’s betrothed” Anatole looks at the audience and does a hand gesture that translates to “eeeeeeeeh let’s see how long that lasts”.
  • Pierre’s little dance during the “gonna drink tonight” section is so adorable and so sad because he’s so excited but there’s no way this is gonna go well sweetie.
  • They were not fucking around with the announcement about the strobes. They were hard even for me and I’ve seen shows with strobes before, but I managed to keep my eyes open and it was fucking worth it. Anatole during the “Drink with me my love” section was A GIFT.
  • Also Grace McLean in that suit. She rolls up to Pierre and mouths “I love you” before stalking off with her whip.
  • During the preparations for the duel the ensemble member lounging on the stair next to me turns to the ensemble member seated up the staircase behind her and slurs “This seems familiar. It feels like we’ve done this before today already.” #twoshowday
  • When Anatole tells Pierre “Shake it off, and be happy, we live to love another day” he gives him a wink and does the finger guns thing and it’s like God Anatole YOU HAVE NO TACT.
  • The way Shoba delivers “I’ll shut myself in my room and try on new dresses” is like, yahs, girl, I know exactly what you mean and that is also how I cope.
  • Obligatory casual reminder that I would do anything for Natasha Rostova.
  • In “Charming” when Hélène sings “he was thinkin’ bout you, he kept sighin’ bout you” Natasha turns away from her and mouths “yes” and it was exactly like when your best friend tells you that they overheard your crush telling his friends you were cute and he wanted to ask you out my gosh it was so real
  • Honestly in general Shoba just gives off this sense of Natasha a young woman who’s trying to figure out what this love thing means because she definitely cares for Andrei but he’s gone and you get the sense that she’s young and she loves who’s in front of her (and that is so real for me) so she’s got a crush but then it’s like the first time someone has paid attention to her in an implicitly sexual fashion and it kind of makes her head explode. It’s a perfect (to me) interpretation.
  • Anatole’s “I am in love, dear, I am in love” gave me the sense that Anatole was saying that because he knew that’s what was going to get Natasha to take him seriously enough for him to get what he wanted. (I also think Anatole thought he loved Natasha. I don’t think he did, because he’s not looking out for her best interests and that’s a key part of love, but he thinks he does because he’s a shit with no emotional intelligence.) But in this case he’s wheedling, like, “look at me sweetheart look at me look at me I love you please look at me I love you.”
  • Anatole’s face when Natasha sang “I will love you Anatole” seemed less “oh shit what did I get myself into” and more “oooooookay yep I can roll with this very nice good job Kuragin.”
  • I got a letter! I caught Pearl Rhein’s eye as she was walking up the aisle and smiled at her and she smiled back and presented a letter with a flourish and Blaine was behind her and gave his letter to my best friend. (Blaine’s note said “If I flip a coin what are the chances that I’ll get head?” and Pearl’s note said “Your face glows as brightly as the comet itself” and this is the story of how I died I will treasure that note forever.)
  • Anatole rolls into “Preparations” with luggage! Like, he just strides in with a duffel bag, and the way he delivers “You’ll not be seeing me…for some time” and the look he gives the audience just screams “BECAUSE I’M GONNA GET LAID, BITCHES”. Also, both Lucas Steele and Nick Choksi swagger like they’re weightless and I adore it. I’m easily charmed by well-executed swagger. See above comments about how I get it, Natasha honey.
  • I am normally anti-singing at the theatre because other people did not come to hear me sing BUT the cast is so loud on the “Goodbye my gypsy lovers” chorus that I figured it wouldn’t bother other people and I know the cast likes to see when people know the show so I sang along and caught the eye of the accordion player walking up the aisle and sang right to him and he gave me an “awwwww yeah” face and it was the greatest moment.
  • After Pierre’s “WHOOOOOOOOOOA” the entire theatre erupted in applause while the cast collapsed on the floor and caught their breath. Scott was bent over gasping for breath, and when the applause died a bit and he looked up to start singing again he caught Lucas’s eye and just started giggling and it was the greatest, and then he sucked in another deep breath and dove straight into “Here’s to HAPPINESSFREEDOMANDLIFE.
  • When Lucas did “Shut the door! First we have to sit down!” he scooted into the end of a booth next to a young woman who looked at him, looked out at the rest of the audience, and fanned herself, like “oh my god he’s so hot”. Everyone laughed and the way Lucas said “Yes” sounded like he meant “Yes, that is true.” And then they ‘sup nodded at each other and Lucas reached his arm around her shoulders and relaxed into it and said “That’s the way,” and gave it another beat before “It’s a Russian custom.” And then held the silence for a solid thirty seconds before “alright.”
  • In “A Call to Pierre” during the ascending scale on the strings the lightbulbs light up a path from Marya D to where Pierre is sleeping at his desk. THIS LIGHTING DESIGN UGH I LOVE IT.
  • As mentioned above, “Pierre & Natasha” ended me.

I went to the stage door and got to meet Josh Canfield and Shoba and Scott and Grace and Brittain (sweet Brittain! I nodded to my best friend who was next to me and said I would stand in the dark for her any day and Brittain said “Everyone needs someone like that” god she’s so cute) and I got to thank Pearl for my letter in person and she thanked me for my glowing face and Nick Choksi came out and Nicholas Belton and other awesome badass ensemble members and everyone at the stage door was so respectful and it was wonderful. It was a bit of a bummer not to see Lucas or Amber (although I know Amber almost never stage doors because she has a tiny human to get back to at home) but I’m going to write so many letters tomorrow because it’s so important for me that this cast and team and family knows that they are loved and that people (me) traveled across a third of the country to come see them.

This show is SUCH an inspiration, not only to other theatre performers and designers of my acquaintance, but to people like me whose primary artistic expression is not theatre, however much I love it. I’m a writer and this show has reminded me that I get to do what I want and that beautiful, beautiful things often come from a melding of tradition and complete out-of-the-box fantastical thinking. It was an honor to be a part of that world last night.