Marzipan and Minutiae

Spring Awakening auditions are a week from Saturday.

Half my mind:

Other half:

WAIT A SECOND

underthesilentstars:

IN SPRING AWAKENING MAMA WHO BORE ME

MAMA THE WEEPING
MAMA THE ANGELS

MAMA THE WEEPING ANGELS

NO SLEEP IN HEAVEN
OR WESTER DRUMLINS

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My Junk (Is Who)

…I couldn’t stop writing these if I tried. Original is “My Junk” from Spring Awakening. I blame the Nutella. ^^”

Scrolling my dashboard

10:30 at night.

Red-eyed and tired

‘Till I see it go by.

I love that police box,

Sad as it is.

If I had my choice,

That’s where I would live.

I don’t trust the shadows,

Or statues or nuns.

If you offer a Bluetooth,

You bet I will run.

I’ll bring a banana

To your party, it’s true.

We’ve all got our junk,

And my junk is Who

See us winter, walking after a storm.

I ask if it’s snow or it’s ash on my arms.

My friends roll their eyes;

Yes, I know it’s not true.

But we’ve all got our junk,

And my junk is Who.

The sound of an airplane

Makes me go tense.

I wonder if phone booths

Are really immense.

I scatter two words

In my black ballpoint scrawl.

“Bad Wolf” written large

On the school bathroom wall.

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Of my OTP.

And all of the feelings

It stirs inside me.

I’d be a great companion;

I know that it’s true.

‘Cause we’ve all got our junk,

And my junk is Who.

My mind’s still racing after it’s done.

Each episode sparks new fanfic ideas.

It’s just a show, but

What can I do?

We’ve all got our junk,

And my junk is Who.

Could the Doctor please come

And pick me up, too?

‘Cause we’ve all got our junk,

And my junk is Who.

My junk is Who.

Who, Who, Who!

This Actually Makes Weird Sense

She:

grows up to be her:

This started out as a crackfic idea, but the more I thought about it, the more it made sense. Montmartre was the center of the Bohemian revolution in the 1890s, and thus the place to be for artists and those who hung around them. Satine’s backstory is never explained, but she looks to be in her early 20s; assuming Ilse is 15 in 1891, she’d be 23 in 1899 (when Moulin Rouge takes place). French was commonly taught in schools throughout Europe during this time, even to girls, so it’s not implausible that she could gain fluency within a few years.

Headcanon accepted.

I love the Theatre Guild.

We’re voting tonight on what play and musical to put on next semester. Two of the musical choices are the Rocky Horror Show and Spring Awakening.

College theatre: Pushing “family-friendly” off a 50-story building since 2005. xD