Trucks that are compensating for something
Long walks through crippling self doubt
The way her eyes light up when…
The semi colon
My colon: for just, like, pretending to have cancer
Shitty MMOs that my friends play for a week
Shitty anime with somehow even shittier dubs
Gas station foo-okay, fine. Shitty food.
Pretending I know what an IPA is and not complaining that this beer tastes like grass
Pretending the bourbon at home isnt way better, and that I didn’t just pay 11 dollars for a glass
Pretending I don’t feel my liver sometimes
Pretending it doesn’t bother me how much you love him
Pretending I don’t like it when you hurt me
Someone else’s bed
Literally any bed
Quiznos. Okay, sorry, I like sandwiches.
Tech N9ne, Twista, and Tupac
Headphones loud enough that I cannot hear myself breathing
Lies good enough that I cannot see myself bleeding
Pornhub, after Adblock Plus
Hoodies, and plate armor, and the odd way that, for me, they’re kind of the same thing
Dogs I’m not scared of squishing
Girls I’m not scared of squishing
Things that aren't… Squishable
Sanders. Of the Colonel or Senator types.
People who understand mental illness
People smart enough to realize that smiling isnt equivalent to wellness
People smart enough to realize that extroverts probably shouldn’t be in their apartment for 12 days
People smart enough to realize that I’m complimenting them to make them go away.
People smart enough to realize that… Maybe I need them to stay.
Theater sounds wild and I love it so much. Do you have any more interesting theater experiences that you would feel like sharing?
I did it for six years and I love over sharing about my life omfg so of course I have more experiences and stories ask about literally anything. Also, theater is wild, and I totally recommend doing it if you get the chance!
Okay kids, let’s talk about The Fascination Station.
Okay, so if you don’t know what a Green Room is, it’s basically a place backstage in theaters where the actors can just kinda chill out and relax, maybe run lines and grab a snack to eat.
When she bought the tiny little shop space for the studio, there was one extra room and my director thought it’d be cute to turn it into our own little Green Room. She even painted it green. But like…Neon green. Claw your eyes out green. Omfg.
Throw in a beat up, very dirty couch, an almost eternally empty fridge, a couple mannequin heads, a deck of cards called “Politically Correct War”, some books literally no one has ever opened, and a prop brick wall with everyone’s names written on it, you’ve got the main college dorm room sized hang out spot for my old company.
The year is 2011. The show is Rent. It was the hottest summer on record at the time, and we did not have a functioning AC Unit.
Cast was…27, maybe 28 people. Every day, we were all very hot, very gay, and very emotional. Rent is a very emotional show, for anyone who isn’t aware of it. It’s a Rock Opera about starving artists trying to live through the AIDS epidemic in the early 90′s. The whole cast was hormonal high school aged children with shitty as fuck home lives. This was bound to get out of control from the start.
We somehow got this idea to do ‘Safe Circles’, which was deadass just “Let’s stop practicing our show and have some group therapy and cry for the rest of the day!!!”. It got fucking intense in those. Obviously I’m not going disclose anything my old cast mates said in confidence, but basically it turns out everyone had lived shitty lives filled with depression, abuse, homophobia, terminal illnesses, and all those fun things that kids love. The group crying helped people deal a bit, but it also amped up our emotions even higher- and they’d already been high considering the material we were working with, and the constant 98+ degree heat.
So people in the cast were prone to…exploding unexpectedly.
One day, we were running the act one finale number, “La Vie Boehme”. It’s a high energy song and dance that’s like, ten fucking minutes long.(here’s a clip of it from the movie- its not the full version but we had similar choreography) We had been running it literally all morning, so…for about three hours? We were all tired, sweaty, pissy, and hungry. We just wanted to break for lunch.
And then: We all had a moment of ‘fuck this’ that united us. See, we had already been sadly forced to using the ‘School Edition’ of the Rent script, which censored some things ‘too inappropriate’, which is one thing, but also really fucking randomly cuts out verses to songs for no reason. “Christmas Bells” is cut down to like a minute long song in this edition, it’s a travesty. But anyway, we all had issues with our censored show. But there is one, truly iconic line from Rent, that takes place in “La Vie Boehme”, which even the censor-people knew to respect and leave in there.
I’m talking, of course, about the part of the song where Mark grabs the table and shoves it up and down, while yelling “MUCHO MASTURBATION!”
That was still in the censored script. That was decided to be something the teenagers performing it could handle. We all knew what fucking masturbation was at this point. We’ve all fucking been there. No one should be shocked hearing the word, especially if you want to point out that the characters being portrayed are grown adults. You can trust teenagers to maturely put on a show that involves AIDS, cross dressing, homophobia, stripping, an intense hatred for The Man, blatant heroin and crack abuse, and the withdraw that comes with it, suicide, Dog Assassins For Hire, racist police officers, and homelessness. You can trust them to say the word ‘masturbation’ in one song, right?
God, I’m literally getting pissed off remembering this omfg. Anyway, the director decided that “mucho masturbation” was ‘too inappropriate’, and wanted to censor the line to “mucho fascination”.
We rioted, but she wouldn’t be swayed. The guy playing Mark wasn’t even allowed to shake the table. The audience would have no idea. Mucho fascination is not a phrase that makes any sense!
And yes, I know, this is such a small thing to get upset about, but: 1) We were all exhausted and hungry, we’d been running the song for three hours. 2) It was about 100 degrees in there, so tempers and emotions naturally flared. 3) We were all teenagers putting on a mature show, and somehow taking away a line like that felt like an insult. It felt like an insult to our maturity, you know? Fucking hormones, man.
Okay, so here’s where the story picks up. We start running the song again, but our actor for Roger was really dehydrated at this point, and wanted to get some water out of the fridge in the Green Room. The director tells him to wait, because after this run we can break for lunch.
In the middle of the song, he just fucking pushes out of his seat and storms out of the room to get water. The director yells, “Thane! Where are you going?!” and he yells back in a fit of pure anger, “I’M GOING TO FASCINATE!”
Everyone looses their shit laughing. It was so fucking funny, and after the stressful and frustrating morning, it was just what we all needed. No one could calm down or stop laughing, so the director gave in and called the lunch break. Everyone ran into the Green Room after Thane, still cackling. I stayed behind because I had to use the bathroom. When I came out, though…
I started walking towards the Green Room, and I could hear the commotion in there. The assistant director’s cousin, Dave, was at the studio- he was probably maybe 22 at the time, and he somehow became the groups Mascot, and we always worked him into scenes, so he was there for the day to be Benny’s father in law. Anyway, I see him standing in the doorway, slowly pull out and close the door, look at me with wide eyes, as he just says “I think I can legally be arrested for seeing what I just saw in there.” before scampering off to recover alone.
Naturally, my interested was peaked and I opened the fucking door and walked in.
…I don’t want to say I walked into an orgy, because everyone was still clothed, but. If you can get that image in your head? Everyone was on top of everyone. Everyone was making out and grinding and drying humping and screaming and laughing and groping and smacking and sucking do you see where I’m going with this? The youngest in the cast was 13 and the oldest was maybe 18 or 19, but no one even cared, sexualities went out the window, find-a-warm-body-oh-wait-it’s-100-degrees-everybody-is-warm. Shit was real. Little Good Catholic School Girl me was mildly horrified, but listen, it was hot. And it went on for the entirety of the prolonged lunch break. Door locked, so the director couldn’t find out what was happening in there, of course.
This became a bit of a Historic moment for the cast. Gone was the Green Room, in was the newly dubbed Fascination Station. It became the biggest inside joke, and people did in fact keep sneaking in there to ~fascinate~ for the rest of the summer. Something about that horrendous neon green paint and cardboard brick wall with glitter pen ink on it made was suddenly making everyone unbearably horny.
And listen, at the time this felt like the most out of nowhere thing, but looking back on the circumstances we had been in every day leading up to it, all the heat and high tensions and unstable emotions and tragic back stories and singing Rent songs…Like, I’m not surprised it happened. I’m surprised our director didn’t see it coming and nip it in the bud (although I lowkey think the assistant director was on to us, but she’s fucking cool).
For all the shows after Rent, I and other stragglers from the production would always make jokes about the Fascination Station. We kept the memory alive. Things would still occasionally get pretty weird in there, and with all the right people it was great.
But it’s been so long now, and I sometimes hear new kids call it that. Kids who weren’t there for Rent, kids who I don’t even know the names off. Kids who will never find themselves in a situation that 27 teenagers found themselves in in 2011.
Those kids call the Green Room the Fascination Station. But they don’t know. They could never possibly know.
If your still taking requests then can you do a Rampion crew road trip Au headcanon? I love your writing all of your fics and headcanons are amazing!
Cinder, Kai, Wolf, Scarlet, Iko, and Cress all pile into Thorne’s old station wagon for the road trip of the century. After they graduate from high school, it’s their last big summer hurrah before they split up and go to their respective colleges.
Living in Michigan, Thorne really wants to take Cress to California to see the ocean.
“But Thorne, we can just go to the lake.”
“Hush, Cinder. It’s different.”
Thorne drives, of course, because the station wagon, dubbed the Rampion, is his baby. Sometimes he lets Scarlet drive because she’s a machine and when they need to drive through the night she’s always up for taking that shift.
Cress rides shot gun and is in charge of the radio and navigating, even though Thorne did try his very hardest to map out the route. Cress is the also only one out of the group that knows how to fold the map back up properly.
Sometimes Iko squeezes up front with them when she wants a change of scenery. She likes seeing the open road splayed out in front of her and Cress and Iko make plans on what they’ll do first at the beach.
Cinder and Kai are perfectly happy taking the second row, but when Iko’s not up front, her and Cinder sandwich in Kai. He should be used to it by now, but he’s not.
Wolf only agreed to come on the road trip if Thorne promised to set up the third row seat and everyone else agreed that was Wolf’s seat. He shares with Scarlet, of course, but that also means they have to keep the cooler back there. Scarlet makes sure Wolf doesn’t eat all of their road snacks.
The gang loves stopping at diners and picking up souvenirs at gas stations.
Cress loves her “All My Exes Live In Texas” t-shirt. Thorne, not so much.
Scarlet makes them stop at all sorts of roadside fruit stands, but the gang agrees that the homemade pies stand in Illinois was the best stop.
Cinder bought Kai a trucker hat that said “Bling King” in Missouri as a joke and he wears it constantly. She groans about the plan backfiring on her.
Everyone is allowed to pick one roadside attraction to stop at and the rest of the group has to join in on the fun. The highlight was when Thorne picked the Dinosaur Park in Arkansas. They were disappointed there were no real dinosaur bones, but they did enjoy posing in front of the plaster T-rex and everyone has a copy of that picture somewhere.
It takes them much longer to get to California than they expected, but when they get into L.A. at 3am, they drive directly to Malibu, run onto the beach, and collapse in the sand and watch the sunrise.
A spacesuit floated away from the International Space Station eight years ago, but no investigation was conducted. Everyone knew that it was pushed by the space station crew. Dubbed Suitsat-1, the unneeded Russian Orlan spacesuit filled mostly with old clothes was fitted with a faint radio transmitter and released to orbit the Earth. The suit circled the Earth twice before its radio signal became unexpectedly weak.Suitsat-1 continued to orbit every 90 minutes until it burned up in the Earth’s atmosphere after a few weeks. Pictured above, the lifeless spacesuit was photographed in 2006 just as it drifted away from space station.
This is actually a new one to me but totally brings back the eeriness of watching Gravity.
Eight years ago, a spacesuit floated away from the International Space Station, but no investigation was conducted. Everyone knew that it was pushed by the space station crew. Dubbed Suitsat-1, the unneeded Russian Orlan spacesuit filled mostly with old clothes was fitted with a faint radio transmitter and released to orbit the Earth. The suit circled the Earth twice before its radio signal became unexpectedly weak. Suitsat-1 continued to orbit every 90 minutes until it burned up in the Earth’s atmosphere after a few weeks. Pictured above, the lifeless spacesuit was photographed in 2006 just as it drifted away from space station.
❝Rest assured, dear Seeker. I’m never truly out of my element.❞
Vivienne is a connoisseur of fashion, placing beauty above function. Caring more about her outward appearance than protection, Vivienne is always found in the finest silks and jewels. Her rich wardrobe and appreciation of fashion speaks of her station, being dubbed “the jewel of the high court of Orlais,” where she serves in an advisory capacity to the empress.
SuitSat-1: A Spacesuit Floats Free
Image Credit: ISS Expedition 12 Crew, NASA
A spacesuit floated away from the International Space Station eight years ago, but no investigation was conducted. Everyone knew that it was pushed by the space station crew. Dubbed Suitsat-1, the unneeded Russian Orlan spacesuit filled mostly with old clothes was fitted with a faint radio transmitter and released to orbit the Earth. The suit circled the Earth twice before its radio signal became unexpectedly weak. Suitsat-1 continued to orbit every 90 minutes until it burned up in the Earth’s atmosphere after a few weeks. Pictured above, the lifeless spacesuit was photographed in 2006 just as it drifted away from space station.