This Looks Like It Belongs In Fantastic Beasts And Where To Find Them, And I Very Much Want To Pet It

Oo, a more detailed look at Slytherin. Nice! 

Thanks all :) 

So Ravenclaw common room is absolutely gorgeous with Halloween decorations right now. It’s making me curious–what do the other houses’ common rooms look like right now? Please reblog with a pic of your house’s Halloween decorations; I want to see them all!

Even without the cathedral, this woman has a gorgeous voice, but the effect of the cathedral is really quite lovely. 

Kind of gives you chills .

I watched this episode tonight, and I must say, I’m not sure if I was in just the right mood or what, but I don’t think I’ve ever shipped anything on the Orville quite this much before. Like, I find Claire and Isaac and Ed and the Krill lady intriguing, and I root for Ed and Kelly, but none of them give me quite this many feels. 

I mean, it was clear from the start that this was going to be a tragic ship, and in a way perhaps it was that underpinning of inevitable tragedy that made it so beautiful. But like... it was so sweet and moving and I felt so much for Gordon. I wanted it to last even though it obviously couldn’t; I wanted them to be happy. 

Now I want them to develop time travel for real so he can go back and meet the real Laura, not just the computer-synthesized version of her. Perhaps this is the perfect time for a Doctor Who crossover AU...

Leighton Meester as Laura Huggins in The Orville 2x11

Huzzah!

When I woke up this morning I had 4 notifications on youtube and my first thought was that they had done something, but alas, nothing yet... *keeps fingers crossed*

TODAYS THE DAAAAYYY!!!

I love reading all the stories here; I’ve been up and down the notes and I have several versions saved to my drafts, one of which I’ve begun writing out my own Fae story on. However, this post has actually had an influence on how I interpret the play I’m currently in, so it seems only appropriate to reblog a version of it on the eve of our play opening as well. 

The play is called Almost, Maine, and it’s a subtly surrealist series of small town romances. The blurb on the back of the script describes it as “a midwinter night’s dream”. Basically, weird, seemingly mystical things are happening in the lives of people in this town as they fall in and out of love, and at the end of the night, everyone sees the northern lights. You could read it just abstractly as ‘the northern lights make weird (or should I say wyrd) things happen’, or you could even rationalize most of the things away, but I’ve decided that it makes sense that Almost (that’s the name of the town) just has a very heavy Fae presence and the Fae--likely excited by the northern lights--are meddling in everyone’s affairs--much like in Midsummer Night’s Dream. 

I even decided that one of the characters I play, Ginette, actually is a Fae who left the Fae realm because she’s in love with a human, Pete. That explains, for me, how she *SPOILERS* walks all the way around the Earth in about 10 minutes for him--it’s done with the Fae magic she has, but in my interpretation, she has literally travelled all that distance for him. Then, when the northern lights appear at the end, it’s even deeper for me, because I’ve decided that for Ginette that’s a sign that the Fae have finally approved of her romance with Pete. 

Pete would be incredibly overwhelmed by all this. He freaks out when she says “I love you” for the first time. It’s best he doesn’t know all this. 

Anyways, I know this is a digression from the main subject matter of this post, but I just wanted to share how considering the Fae has been useful to me in deepening my acting and my character backstories. Thanks for all the great stories!

Irish people; The faeries aren’t real

Irish people; No fucking way will I go in that faerie ring

My boyfriend @ravenfal told me he had something that would make me laugh...

(Inspired by this post)

Mom: Why don’t you get out some cookbooks and look for a recipe? Let’s try making something different tonight. 

Me: Okay. *Goes to bookshelf and pulls out my Harry Potter and Doctor Who cookbooks* 

The show I’m currently in with my theatre company opens tonight (I almost missed making my customary opening night eve post, but I think it still counts as long as I do it day of!), but since it’s an original work written by our director, I couldn’t just search up the show on here like I usually do. So, since the show explores themes of home and what it means to be home, to go home, to have a home, and what makes a home, I decided to search up pictures that remind me of the place I still think of as home--the Blue Ridge Mountains. 

I haven’t lived amidst them for nearly a decade now, but there’s still something in me that only settles when I feel the arms of the mountains wrapped around me. I still felt it immediately last summer when we were driving out through Ohio--there’s a point in the state when it passes from flat lands to hills to the edge of the mountains proper, and the embrace of the mountains always feels like a homecoming to me. When we moved while I was in high school, I was sure I’d move back to Virginia as soon as I became an adult, but now I’m 26 and I still live in the Midwest. Most of the people I know back home have moved away; all my closest friends from the street I used to live on are now off in New York or California or Oklahoma seeking their own life dreams, and though I still love the place, it’s harder to return when I no longer know the people. The things that made up my home have been scattered, divided and strewn across the country, leaving me to choose between the places and the people I’ve thought of as home--and often, I choose the easiest thing, staying where I was planted. Home is a difficult thing to find. I don’t mean to get too philosophical and sad; where I am has its own charms, among them the theatre family that sparked this whole post, and there are things I’d miss about here too. 

But when I think of home and what it means to me, I can’t help seeing images like this in my mind’s eye--softly rolling mountains bathed radiant violet in the setting sun’s light, fading to misty periwinkle in the distance beneath pink clouds. If I could stick my face through the screen and breathe that crisp mountain air, take a sniff of those pretty flowers (phlox I think?)--well, my nose would already be deep in the screen, haha. When I mutter wistfully to myself “I miss home”, this is what I’m picturing. I love this gorgeous photo :)

Anyways, we open tonight, and two people dropped out of the show last minute so I’m going to be doing a quick change to a scene that I have only rehearsed with the other actress twice now, so... wish me luck and broken limbs! 

It has occurred to me that Gerard Way and Rivers Cuomo both play D&D and I've begun assembling my dream rock star D&D party in my mind... What other rockers play D&D?

And also like... they played My Name is Jonas together that one time. They know each other, at least kind of. Do you think they *have* played D&D together?

Imagine if they did a D&D stream together. That's something I'd pay to see.

Oh yay I got tagged in a tag game!!

Oh no I am horrible at decisions!

(I cheated and used italics for ones I felt less strongly about, and I also used numbered asterisks to add third options and commentary. I also chose both options more than once because I am incorrigibly indecisive.)

ancient or modern • bitter or sweet • chocolate or vanilla • coffee or tea • create or destroy • day or night*1 • early bird or night owl •  freckles or dimples • gold or silver •  greek mythology or egyptian mythology*2 •  macarons or eclairs • hot or cold • thunder or lightning*3 • typewritten or handwritten • secret garden or secret library*4 •  spicy or mild •  dark magic or light magic  • ocean or desert*5 •  mermaids or sirens • known or unknown*6 •  rough or smooth •  moon or stars  •  rain or snow

*1. What about like... evening, like from golden hour into sunset into twilight?

*2. Norwegian mythology is my real favorite.

*3. I mean... how do you separate the two? A thunderstorm is meant to be seen, heard, and felt, deep in your core. And smelt, too. Have I mentioned how much I love thunderstorms?

*4. Consider: a secret library inside a secret garden!

*5. Except in the case of the Killjoys, of course.

*6. This depends so much on context...

I’ll tag...  @saturnrx  , @ravenfal , @mellone-collie​ (or @frankiemustlive ), and anyone else who wants to do the thing :)  

Thank you @itsjacobperalta and @billiejs for tagging me!

rules: choose between two words and make the chosen word bold.

ancient or modern · bitter or sweet · chocolate or vanilla · coffee or tea · create or destroy · day or night · early bird or night owl · freckles or dimples · gold or silver · greek mythology or egyptian mythology · macarons or eclairs · hot or cold · thunder or lightning · typewritten or handwritten · secret garden or secret library · spicy or mild · dark magic or light magic · ocean or desert · mermaids or sirens · known or unknown  · rough or smooth · moon or stars · rain or snow

I’m tagging @fandom-phaser @bi-bowen @crossedties and anyone else who wants to do it!