I Make Art Sometimes

Like. Movies will have a young adult break some sort of cycle or save the world or something and then the next movie will come out and now that young adult is an old adult and their life didn’t actually work out and they didn’t actually break the cycle and they didn’t actually save the world and it’s like. It’s so sad to me.

It cheapens the happy ending for the old cast when done sloppily (I think this story structure could work in a situation where the book gets self aware with it and points out, that, say, killing some big bad isn’t going to completely fix the systemic issues left behind or that allowed the big bad to happen in the first place.)

this is a leg off of Argentinosaurus and its already the size of a two story house like LOOK at the size of these fuckers

I was a year above most of them at school so they threw a "goodbye" murder mystery for me just before graduation, and about 2/3 of the way through the game we all realized that everyone had at least attempted to kill the victim. The game then shifted from "whodunnit" to "who succeeded in dunninit" which we all felt was not only super fun but above the usual level of narrative complexity for those games.

I have been in high school theater for two years now, and our latest show is a production of Twelfth Night- my favorite Shakespeare- set in the twenties. There are some issues with the script, but that’s not what I’m going to talk about. I’m very frustrated about casting.

During auditions, it was expected that I would be cast as Viola. I had never been a lead before, though last play I was told I was only not cast as Eponie (Les Miz) because my name was at the bottom of the actor list so by the time they got to me everything was already casted.

I was told I had a great audition, and that I was likely to finally get a chance. This was ging to be my last play. Then, when the cast list came out and I was cast as dance ensemble and officer number one, multiple people came to me afterwards and said that I had been screwed over, including by a friend I’ll get to later.

The theater teacher ended up approaching me after class and telling me that while I was a strong contender for Viola, my voice was far too deep for her song, Someone To Watch Over Me. (Yes, this adaptation is a musical, a root of some of its issues)

I excepted this, until we started run throughs. Today was the first show night, and what sparked this vent. I am really, really pissed off.

After telling me that my voice was to deep for Viola, the teacher allowed the following:

1. The sailors who rescue Viola at the very beginning (whom he casted all women for) sang a bass-baritone sea shanty in soprano. This sea shanty, mind you, is the one I did for my audition.

2. Orsino refused to learn to sing and instead did his song, The Girl On The Magazine Cover, exclusively in spoken word. SPOKEN WORD. He also was not memorized by show night.

This brings us to my friend. My friend, A, is a very strong actor and singer and has gotten many supporting roles. A was really gunning for Orsino, and is a big fan of the song he sings. A was cast a Toby instead, yet another comic relief. A was really disappointed about not getting Orsino, especially after the teacher told him that he was only not cast as Orsino because he was assigned the job of acting coach. He, however, suspects it was due to his appearance.

You see, A and I are both trans, and rather gender nonconforming. The boy who was cast as Orsino has been a lead a few times, despite being newer to acting and struggling with being understood on stage, because he is a very large, masculine man. Our teacher has a bad habit of casting on appearance, and we worry he cast not on ability, but on who fit the look he wanted in his head. I wasn’t fem enough for Viola, but wasn’t masc enough for Sebastian. A wasn’t mannish enough for Orsino.

The explanation that my voice was too deep has fallen flat on account of him letting others sing in different keys and not sing at all.

The short of it is that we are frustrated. I haven’t let it show, and have learned all my dances and lines and went to every 3 to 9:30 practice. But tonight I needed to let it out. It didn’t matter what I did, I was never going to get a lead. I didn’t look right to the teacher- which I think is ridiculous, considering Viola is dressed as a man the whole play- so I wasn’t even considered. The teacher likely made up his mind before auditions.

I will say that I have decided to do one more play though school, a straight adaptation of The Taming Of The Shrew, directed by A and another theater friend as their senior project.

I am also directing an adaptation of Dracula, written by me (I am very proud) as a afterschool club. I hope they go better for me.

“You’re the most horrible person I’ve ever met”

“I throw my used car batteries into the ocean”

*wedding music plays*

yes that is the bit! if you’re wondering, the PH scale does not go to 15. It maxes at 14. substances with a PH of 14 are often heavy-duty industrial drain cleaners and will physically and severely burn your skin to the touch

on top of this, a soil with PH 14 has never been recorded! because it doesn’t make chemical sense!!!

First, I have made a practice book

It is made from useless pages from a math book, cardboard, and random cloth I was originally gonna use for a battat cosplay. It was made following this tutorial incorrectly until I gave up and bs'd thru it.

Second, I asked my mother if I could maybe print fanfic at home in our printer, and she said yes! Yay! I don't wanna go to a printing place!

Third, I prolly won't make Torn Apart and Taped Together soon, because loads of pages and it'd probably be better you start smaller. So I'll start formatting @indiestsnake 's To Find Warmth for printing today because it's very important to me, contains no smut, is still long and is actually the first fic I ever wanted to print.