Bailey

1. You have dreams of this person before you meet them, the dreams may be odd and you may not even be able to see this persons face but you will instantly recongize they are apart of your soul.

2. You will already feel as though this persons energy is always with you. 

3. You will expierience alot of deja vu and notice many more syncronicities and strange “coincidences” leading up to meeting this person.

4. You will respect this person immeditately, and you will trust them easier than you trust other people. Being yourself around this person will feel natural, and vice versa.

5. The connection is unlike any connection you ever felt. You will naturally have telepathic communication with this person. (if you have telepathic connections with others this one is magnified). This person helps you become your best self.

6. As wonderful as it can be to find your twin flame, it is not always rainbows and sunshine. You and this person will mirror eachocher in many ways (life expierences, morals, common interests, and even habits) so in turn you will eventually see eachothers shadows. Although you will mirror this person there will be differences between you.( The Sun & The Moon Energy.)

7. The work. Now you have met your twin flame and have fallen in love with eachother the real work will begin. Twin flames are put on this planet for a greater purpose to spread love and light. You and your twin flame will have to balance your Yin & Yang energy. There is much to learn on your journey.

8. Sepperation. This step is the hardest of all, but it is done for a reason. The sepperation timing can very different for everyone. This time is important away from your twin flame because there are somethings we can only face and over come on our own. Being away from your twin flame will suck, but you have to be able to know that you could be ok on your own.

9. Reconciliation. After time away from your twin flame you will reunite better than before! There is still alot of work to be done, but now you can work together. You and this person’s ultimate goal is to become your best self, and fulfill the personal life path you’ve both signed up for, helping this world become a better place.

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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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Pencils tapping, metal scraping against the tile, a teacher’s booming voice took my focus. “What are your fears?” 29 pencils picked up simultaneously, all hit the paper in similar motions. Heights, spiders, death, failing classes; fears come flowing out, finding their way onto the paper. I write mine. “Falling in love.” As if finding yourself on top of a building that kissed the clouds amounted to the fear of giving someone your all without having any idea of what you might get in return. As if an 8 legged insect could compare to leaning into your first kiss wondering if they’ll lean in too. As if something as inevitable as death could be compared to something as unpredictable as love. As if failing a class or anything else could compare to the hurt laced in between that word “love”; it’s called falling for a reason. People say that if you’re afraid of heights, you’re not afraid of them at all. You’re afraid to fall, you’re afraid of the aftermath that comes after climbing to new heights. But tell me, isn’t that love? It is not being in love that is scary but instead the idea of falling into it. Like a free fall off a cliff with fog covering the bottom so the only thing you know you’re jumping into is an unpredictable future. The teacher asks for answers. 3 say spiders, 7 say heights, 13 say failing classes, 6 say death. I don’t volunteer my thoughts of sorrow, I don’t raise my hand or make a peep. I don’t make any acknowledgment of my existence, still the teacher catches me in the corner of her eye. “Rachel, what do you fear?” 29 pairs of eyes lay dead set on my response. “Heights.” The bell rings.

5sos

Panic!

Fall Out Boy

A Summer High

iDKHOW

Waterparks

MCR

Alec Benjamin

All Time Low

One Direction

Paramore

Against The Current

Makeout? 

The Ghost Club

Grayscale

As It Is

Halsey

Danny Gonzalez

Wolfi

Owl City

State Champs

I WAS PROMISED A BATTLE

*throws down gauntlet*

2) It was super awesome!

If you’ve been watching the noise and paying attention to California, you’ve heard about the Camp Fire.

In a matter of hours, the fire jumped to 20,000 acres. This morning it reached 70,000. My town of Paradise, where I’ve lived my entire life, was consumed entirely. Very little containment has been reached and the situation is absolute hell.

My house was one of the first to go.

My mom and my sisters and I barely got out, in separate cars, and we got separated for 10 hours. My mom and little sister were stuck in Paradise with all my pets in the flames until my stepdad was able to get gas to them so they could get out. My cat was lost, and I personally was only able to grab an extremely small amount of my own belongings because I was helping my mom to grab important documents and photos and to get the pets situated.

We are now homeless, with no clue where to go from here, and desperately in need of help to get food, clothes, supplies, anything. My mom has been disabled for 3 years and we survive on a single income from my stepdad, who is a firefighter. His friends have been hurt trying to fight this. We have a dog with us, and two guinea pigs, and a bearded dragon.

My mom set up a fundraiser, even though we are not at all the type to ask for so much help.

☝️ That’s the last image of our house that I took this morning. It is now ashes and rubble.

One (1) precious boy

Also he is becoming self aware we must stop him (in reference to the fifth picture)