yeah uh... don't do this :)

as a fanfic writer! who has a few semi-abandoned fics! if you do this i will personally bite you with my teeth. you are disrespecting art and the love people put into their work by pretending that an AI can even compare to it

I am vibrating with rage at this. Not just for the childish grasping whine of “I want it NOW”, unsatisfied with the millions of other free works of love offered up for entertainment, and not just for the complete ignorance of what makes a story; the arrogance to presume that the ending the author will make is irrelevant and that a substitute that goes completely in a different direction is just as good.

I FURIOUS BECAUSE THIS PERSON FED THE ALGORITHM WORDS THE AUTHOR NEVER WANTED A CORPORATION TO OWN. THOSE WORDS WERE FOR FELLOW FANS, FOR THE JOY AND LOVE OF THE ART AND SHE SPIT ON THAT. SHE FED THE CORPORATION THOSE WORDS. THEY WON’T LET THEM GO NOW. THE AI REMEMBERS AND LEARNS AND STEALS FROM THAT WORK FREELY AND WHOLEHEARTEDLY OFFERED IN FRIENDSHIP

She just fed the beast the screaming heart of a person who only offered friendship.

This is what we are up against.

I have been told the person who wrote this gets why it is bad now.

Spread the word.

No feeding us to the beast.

Let's feed it Omegaverse and only Omegaverse until it is unusable for anything else.

For my dear @kingeomer !!!! Merry Christmas!! 💛💛💛

Desserts!! Ko-fi reward for the one and only @gingerhaole <3

I hope you like it!

Good Omens x Sweeney Todd crossover ❤️

"By the Sea"

Apparently my director went to see a production of West Side Story a few years ago, and the guy playing Chino forgot his gun before coming out for his final scene. Once it got to the big scene where he is supposed to shoot Tony, he screeched “Poison Boots” and kicked the actor playing Tony until he went down. The girl playing Maria then had to jerk the shoe off of Chino’s foot, and had to do the gunshot scene asking “How many kicks Chino? How many kicks, and one kick left for me”. 

There should be a blog dedicated to theatrical urban legends. Like that opening weekend of Dracula where Dracula (still hungover) vomited all over the audience during the first stage direction that everyone has a friend of a friend that worked on the show and was there.

or the one where the bridge never came out for Javert’s suicide and so he just pretended to stab himself and then lay there until the lights went out

best story i heard was when a friend of mine saw a show where juliet forgot to bring the dagger out on stage so she just ripped the squib out of her chest and blood squirted everywhere

During a passion play a friend of my brother was supposedly in, one of the roman soldiers who was supposed to stab jesus on the cross and accidentally grabbed the wrong spear- he was supposed to grab one with a fake tip, but instead he grabbed one with an actual metal tip and, well

Jesus screamed “JESUS CHRIST YOU STABBED ME”.

Since that Jesus had to be taken down due to a bad case of stab-itis, the backup Jesus came in, but he weighed significantly less than the original Jesus- which would have been fine, except that at the end the cross was supposed to ascend upwards with Jesus on it, and the weights hadn’t been adjusted.

So Jesus, instead, ROCKETED UP into heaven (or, just, above the stage).

This is wild from start to finish

I was in Peter Pan once and one night at a performance, the adhesive holding our Hook’s mustache on was wearing off. It was near the end with a big fight scene and when he got attacked, he let his mustache fall and went “YOU RIPPED MY MUSTACHE OFF!” in a scandalized tone and it added a new note of hilarity to the whole scene (which was supposed to be funny anyway)

In my seventh grade play, which was a midsummer night’s dream, Thisbe didn’t have a sword so she stabbed herself with a coathanger

My junior year we were doing Romeo and Juliet and after Juliet poisons herself it was supposed to go dark and she’d get off the stage. well the light crew accidentally turned them back on and Juliet who was sitting up slammed back down on the wooden bed with a loud bang. To which my theater teacher says into the com “zombie Juliet” and everyone who heard that had to keep as quiet as possible while our eyes were filling with tears.

i attended my county’s performing arts high school majoring in vocal studies, (mostly geared towards musical theater and opera styles) and once a year we got a field trip to new york (we were in jersey, so it’s not exactly far). we would do one touristy thing, an actor’s workshop with friends of our teachers working in various performing industries in nyc, and then see a show. 

my first year doing this, our industry contacts were 1 actor, 1 casting director, and 1 producer to get different aspects of the business, and they all gave us amazing advice and told fantastic stories. the actor in question was Zazu on Broadway’s The Lion King for several years, and told the best story by far.

in The Lion King, there are only two pieces of pre-recorded noise in the whole show. one, when Pumbaa does a MASSIVE fart while fighting the hyenas, and the other being Mufasa saying REMEMBERRRRRR as Simba climbs Pride Rock. the actor told us while struggling not to laugh that, during one night’s performance, someone forgot to flip the tape of these pre-recorded noises.

so, at the end of the show, the great climax where Simba finally accepts his place in the Circle of Life, the heavens parted and-

PFFFFFFFFFRRRRRBTFTBTBFTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT

everyone froze. and then all ran off stage positively HOWLING with laughter.

the lesson: sometimes there are fuck ups you just can’t recover from.

During a high school production of Beauty and the Beast, where I was assistant costumer and assistant prop master, our director decided that we needed to spice up Gaston’s introduction. You know: in the movie, when Lefou runs in trying to catch the duck/goose that Gaston has just shot out of the sky?

Originally, the actors were going to stroll on stage with our Lefou hauling in the really neat (and real!) taxidermied deer head that we had found in a local thrift store. Now, two days before opening night, our director wants Lefou to run in from off stage and catch a stuffed duck that Gaston has just shot. This, of course, requires two things to work properly as a scene: a gunshot noise, and a stuffed duck.

The gunshot noise, we had covered. Blue-collar, redneck school? Guns a plenty to record. The stuffed duck? Harder than you might have thought to obtain.

Three hunting stores, two taxidermists, and one Pet Supply Store ™, I’d finally found a semi-realistic pheasant squeaky toy. What follows is an account of the ways this dog toy managed to be the nightmare prop of the six show run.

Opening Night: The stagehand, who was supposed to drop the bird from the ceiling catwalk, missed his cue and didn’t drop the it. Lefou’s actor rolls with it and does an excellent job of looking around foolishly before getting cuffed upside the head by Gaston. The stagehand then drops the bird squarely on Gaston’s head. Cue laughter.

Saturday Matinee: Different stagehand throws the bird instead of dropping it and beans Lefou directly in the face with the prop. Lefou falls over. Cue laughter.

Saturday Night: Bird is missing during curtain call. Director hauls the deer head down from it’s place on the tavern wall and tells Gaston and Lefou to revert to the old blocking i.e. no gunshot, no bird, just walk in with trophy. During Gaston and Lefou’s conversation, gun shot sound goes off and a stagehand throws the bird onto the stage…from the wrong side of the stage. Lefou and Gaston stare at it in awkward silence for a solid thirty seconds before Lefou makes off-script, subtle joke about Gaston’s gun going off late instead of early. Cue adults in the audience laughing.

Sunday Matinee: Director begs the stagehands to get the cue right at least once. Gunshot and bird prop go off without a hitch. Lefou accidentally catches the prop when it falls from the catwalk. He’s so startled that he caught it that Gaston runs right in to him. They drop both the gun and the bird props, and grab the wrong prop in their scramble. Gaston spends the rest of the scene gesturing dramatically with a stuffed pheasant, instead of a gun.

Sunday Night:  Director is fed up with bird prop, decides that Lefou should just carry bird prop in after gunshot happens off stage. Lefou accidentally squeezes the prop during the intro conversation, startling both actors into silence with the squeaky toy noise - apparently, neither of them realized it was a dog toy.

Monday Elementary School Show: Lefou walks on stage with the bird. Accidentally drops the prop during conversation with Gaston. Gaston doesn’t notice the dropped prop and steps on it. Cue depressingly sad squeaky toy noise. Cue ten years olds laughing.

I was in Twelfth Night during high school and we were lucky enough to have identical twin girls playing Viola and Sebastian. Due to the blocking in the first half of the play, their characters didn’t appear on stage together but rather almost consecutively one after the other for a majority of the first act.

It was awesome because when people saw the play and didn’t know the girls were identical twins, it literally looked like it was one actor doing multiple, uber fast costume changes.

One of our first performances was for our peers and it was a big school so lots of people didn’t know the twins. This - for some reason - was also the performance they chose to record.

Listening to the confusion of the audience during the playback was fantastic and completely topped by the moment Viola walked off stage left just as Sebastian walked on stage right and someone right beside the camera goes “OH WHAT THE FUCK” so loudly it drowned out everything else.

The best thing? That was the copy of the play that was made available for purchase by family and parents. Haha.

Oh my god. I went to one of the Spiderman shows where he flew out above the audience and then got stuck and had to awkwardly hang there for about 10 minutes, but these stories are brilliant.

okay so, my senior year of high school and I’m part of the stage crew for Peter Pan. There’s a scene where Hook and Smee are searching for Peter and the Lost Boys. Now the theater department at my high school isn’t very well funded (in the southern USA, football is king), so the sets we managed to make were pretty kickass for the money we had. We had a structure painted like a big tree stump for the entrance to the Lost Boys’ hideout. You could climb to the top of it, but also go inside it through a trap door that we kept locked up during most of the play.

It’s like our third show and everything has been going surprisingly well. Hook and Smee climb to the top of the “tree trunk”, supposedly looking for Peter and not knowing they’re standing above his hiding spot the whole time.

Turns out someone didn’t close the trapdoor properly, because the second Hook steps on it, he plunges through the thing. He’s able to catch himself, but he’s got his ass and one leg dangling through this hole where it’s like a ten foot drop to the ground. All of us stage crew are literally two feet away from him offstage, just gaping at him because???? Y'all this fall looked BAD. Looked like my dude did the splits in mid air. The whiplash caused his fucking wig to come off. The audience is dead silent, all of us backstage are dead silent, the director is like already looking up how to treat a broken groin.

The kid who was playing Hook was like a fuckin sophomore and he KILLED it. He gave himself a second to catch his breath, never broke character, just looked up at his castmate and growled “Smee, you fool, help me up!”. He ended up playing off the wig thing as an embarrassing comedic bit for Hook, and the play went on. He was completely fine. It was the best thing I’d ever seen.

There was an infamous performance of the opera Don Giovanni where in the last act Giovanni was suppose to be dragged into hell via trapdoor but the overweight actor got stuck, leading someone from the audience to shout: “Hey everyone, Hell’s full!!” 

I’m pretty sure I’ve reblogged this before but the Lefou story has me in tears every time.

As someone who did Tech stuff in High school for 4 years, Lefou!

I was a costumer on a stage version of Titanic, and in the scene where the women and children are getting in the lifeboats, one of the men (who was supposed to be saying goodbye to his wife he knows he will never see again because his is about to die), realized his fake mustache was falling off and instead of playing it cool… he rips it off his face, and hands it to his wife with the line “Something to remember me by”…it was the funniest thing that I have ever seen in my 8 years in theatre, the entire cast lost their shit laughing at the most dramatic moment possible

I am laughing so hard I’ve been crying for ten minutes. Thank you

I don’t have anything to add other than I saw a recording of a community (I think) production of Into The Woods and the Milky White prop died too early and everyone stares dumbly at the fallen over cow.

I think Jack ran over and adlibed something about, “I know it’s hard but don’t give up, Milky White!” while righting the prop.

My high school had a rogue director who seemed to choose obscure shows on purpose, and had us do a theatrical adaptation of one of the old Pink Panther movies, where I was incongruously and rather insensitively cast as the Chinese bodyguard, Cato (I am very female and very white).

Anyway, during one scene, I was supposed to be handed a ticking package that was very clearly a bomb sent by the villain. I would gingerly run offstage with the thing held at arm’s length before there was the sound of an explosion and a large puff from our smoke machine. Well, one night the smoke machine malfunctioned before the package even got delivered and smoke started filling the stage. Inspector Clouseau, without missing a beat, started ranting about how I was always burning his dinner.

During a college production of Jesus Christ Superstar, the cross started to tilt during the crucifixion scene. All of us in the audience were holding our breath, willing it to stay in place, but to no avail. The cross, with Jesus firmly attached, keeled over ¾ of the way through the scene. The actor (who wasn’t hurt, thank goodness) continued on as if nothing had happened. Unfortunately, the next line was, “My God, My God, why have you forsaken me?” Yeah, we all lost it.

I wanted this thread of hilarity to never, ever end.

I recall hearing once of a production of “Romeo & Juliet” where everything went off without a hitch, until the final line where the actor playing the Friar messed up and said “For never was a story of more woe/ Than this of Romiet–” and there was a pause as he realized what he had done (and, unfortunately, the audience had time to process it); but he decided he needed to finish now– “and her Julio.”

And the audience just lost it laughing right at the end of this Shakespearean tragedy.

There is a theater urban legend I’ve heard of.

A bunch of kids were going to see a certain (Hungarian) play about some big historical figure who led a peasant’s revolt as a school trip, but their bus broke down on the way to the theater, so the play was already well into the first act when they (allegedly) arrived, but they still decided to just sneak in. As they are tiptoeing to their seats–students, teacher, bus driver–, the main character reached a certain line, said loudly, right in the direction of our latecomers: “Where have you been, peasants?”

Now, mind you, the Hungarian word “peasant” also means “rude, uncultured person.”

So hearing the line the bus driver, thinking the actor was talking to them, stood tall and shouted back: “Our bus broke down, fuck you!”

how they meet in trans Eddie au!! Maggie is the school nurse and Eddie goes to her office every day to take his medicine, until one day when he arrives, Richie shows up as well, having faked a stomach ache so he could go see his mom. He ends up talking Eddie's ear off until Maggie shoos them both back to class.

my naem is skwid

i am not fish.

i mite be sick

so im in dish.

the doctor touch

it give me shock.

i do not trust

so now im rock

10/10 squid poetry, on my evergreen squid tweet 😂

@annleckie

🔹 You are allowed to write fiction in whatever style you want.

🔹 Your fiction writing does not have to conform to academic writing standards.

🔹 You are allowed to repeat words.

🔹 You are allowed to use dialects, incomplete phrases, slang etc, in dialogue or in the body of your prose.

🔹 You are allowed to have idiosyncratic phrasing.

🔹 You are allowed to be verbose.

🔹 You are allowed to be concise. 

🔹 You are damned well allowed to fucking swear, I shit you not.

🔹 You are allowed to use said tags liberally or to omit them as much as possible.

🔹 You are allowed to use adverbs liberally or to omit them as much as possible.

🔹 You are allowed to make mince-meat out of grammar rules for effect.

🔹 Your fiction is not bound or to be judged by academic writing standards.

🔹 You are allowed to write fiction any way you want, even if it is not ‘correct’ in terms of writing rules.

🔹 There are no absolute rules for writing fiction.

I am sharing this for my friends who are disheartened by unnecessary criticism. Fanfics are not school assignments to be graded by your teachers. Styles vary by region. What looks odd to an American may be perfectly fine for Australia.

Every style has an audience.

I love The Golden Girls.

Ya’ll don’t have any idea how fucking brave and needed these plot lines were.

This was before Ellen came out.

This was before civil unions.

This was before Don’t Ask Don’t Tell.

This was when your ass could be fired, blacklisted, and shunned with no legal protections for even being hinted at being gay.

And the Golden Girls said “Fuck you, Fuck this, we’re doing it anyway.”

I think it should be noted that Blanche’s quote about AIDS is also “It is not god punishing people for their sins” and that the episode also deals with slutshaming.

I don’t know if people realize how much activism these women did for gay right and during the aids crisis. If you think about it they were all long established in Hollywood and Broadway. They had tons of friends personally affected and dealing with the aids crisis. Estelle Getty lost a nephew. I think they helped plant seeds in people who watched Golden Girls that helped make things a little more normalized and mainstream.

R+E

Eddie K is happy and safe.

Wahoo!! Exclusivity period for Ineffable Eras: Soho 1967 IS OVER!!!! Finally I can show you my piece for that zine, with Up and Below dressed with late '60s fashion! And a kiss gap that is still killing me!

Hope you like it!

Thank you @ineffableeraszine ❤️❤️❤️

R+E

Eddie K is happy and safe.

FluffyChicken fics masterlist

Hello everyone and welcome to my Steddie fics masterlist! Including the links to my fanart, mind the tags!

Centerfold, 4973 words, rated T: fluffy meet-ugly/cute where photographer Steve meets rockstar Eddie Munson. Posion series, 10,804 words (in progress, can be read as standalone), rated E, sub/dom undertones: post-Vecna, Eddie and Steve have a weird friendship... until Steve finds Eddie's porn and everything changes.

Nothing Else Matters, 7421 words, rated E: also known as the jealousy fic. Steve's cousin Jamie comes to town and woos Eddie, making Steve wonder about his own feelings for the boy. Mild angst, happy ending, (of course).

Red Raincoat and his Wolf (series), 27,467 words, complete, rated E: modern retelling of the fairytale Little Red Riding Hood, with Eddie as Little Red and Steve as the Big Bad Wolf. Mild angst (not between Steddie), fairytale elements. For all the monsterlovers out there.

Primal, 17213 words, rated E, omegaverse-alpha/beta/omega au: prey/predator kink, The Chase as an ancient ritual to find your mate, dub-con elements, mind the tags! Alpha Eddie, Omega Steve, Steve's parents are assholes.

Hazelnuts and Blackberries (series in progress), can be read as standalone, 17,154 words, rated E, omegaverse-alpha/beta/omega au: fluffy getting together in a world with no UD but with Scoops Ahoy! Steve and his little silly sailor uniform, of course.

Stevie (S-t-e-v-i-e), (series in progress, can be read as standalone), 15,511 words, rated E. Genderfluid Steve that awakens Eddie's sex drive, light angst, self-deprecating thoughts, happy ending. Inspired by Lola - The Kinks.

Stanger Things Fanart, rated E. Just fanart.

WIP's:

Burning Love, rated E, in progress. Firefighter Steve and clumsy mess Eddie. They both are idiots and are in love. Of course, Dustin is the middle of everything because that kid doesn't know about boundaries.

That's all for now!! I'll keep updating the list with my works! As a friendly reminder, you can support me here:

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You can read my Steddie little red riding hood on Ao3 

Mind the tags! Enjoy <3

bitches be like "this is my comfort movie <3" and its a movie about a cosmic murderer clown and 7 traumatized weird kids

This is me, I'm one of said bitches.