#oop!!!

we're all dying for the gay women it's TRUE!!!!

here is another snippet of the one that got away!!

“I don’t know what I was so afraid of,” Nancy sniffled, cheeks a little red from embarrassment.  “It’s okay to be afraid,” Robin said, “but now you get the enjoy all of Harrington’s estate like the rest of us freeloaders.” Nancy chuckled through her nose and swam a little closer to Robin. Their legs were almost hitting each other underneath. Nancy squeezed her hands and whispered, “Thanks, Robbie.” “Of course,” Robin breathed. She was suddenly incredibly aware of their proximity and how their breaths mingled in the air.

He and Chris stayed home and spent the night watching movies and getting stuffed with delicious food >:D then, as midnight struck Leo opened the champagne and yelled:

Always the most elegant..

And, uhm, about that kiss..

-starting with a murderous mask recap to bring the audience up to speed and also get everyone psyched out of our MINDS just watching peter nureyev dance around going crazy going stupid was a GOOD move

-duke rose had a bright gold sequined jacket oh FUCK yes!! oh FUCK YES. moist von lipwig hours

-nureyev BIG knife cat energy...you know you can really HEAR that specific toothy grin that noah does in his voice but its so much fun to SEE it also

-juno threw a crumpled-up note at peter’s FACE and said “explain THIS” and i watched it bounce off noah simes and hit the floor and just about died right there, been thinking about it all day

-okay miasma got a LOT more attention in this version exploring the way the martian artifacts she was gathering made her more and more powerful and explaining more in depth what she could do and how unstoppable she was and it was CHILLING and GREAT. FUCK yeah kate jones and her mouth of sauron makeup and her lace veil and her Key and Throne and Mask powers...deadly silent and all-knowing and inevitable..FUCK yes

-shoutout to every audience volunteer but also the person who played samy cartwright our saturday night show they fucking brought the HEAT. played off of noah simes like it was NOTHING and it was just so fun to watch

-so in THIS one juno was already aware that he could read minds sometimes but couldn’t control it at all so miasma was just regularly appearing in his head to say ‘you’re ugly, you’re disgusting, i’m gonna kill you, give me $200’ which i LOVED

-pete actually discovering that juno ate the fucking lessoniana capsule in media res was SO great. real he/him bimbo hours for mr steel. real morosexual hours for peter,, 

-at one point peter joined one of juno’s recap monologues and juno was so shocked and upset at the intrusion...the fleabag of it all, as sarah and emma put it

-SPEAKING of the forth wall, note for rewatching this liveshow: every time nureyev says something that makes juno go weak in the knees and the spotlight hits and joshua turns towards the audience with this slightly deer-in-headlights expression like ‘alas...still bisexual’ you have to take a shot its the rules. it can be a big sip of water but i personally went for rum

-cool okay lets TALK about melissa dejesus as the RUBY7...BRIGHT green holographic dress, rhinestone necklace with the license plate #, a kazoo to make beeping noises with....a surreal and unparalleled portrayal 

-i got my VALENCIA LORE i got to learn more about what VALENCIA WAS DOING and WHY SHE WAS THERE in a cool and unexpected way and also i just got to watch kristie norris blow imaginary smoke in juno’s face all night

-joshua just fucking full-out collapsing on the floor when he’s playing dead during the train robbery...you love to see it. hope he’s ok

-m sutherland w that cool eyeliner, playing brock engstrom up as one of those tabletop guys who will insist on setting up a d&d game for you just to neg you the entire time about not getting the mechanics and not min-maxing your character build right and also shows you his Gygax Shrine, but in a self-important way

-i....you know there are two specific pre-existing moments in pt 2 of this episode where peter and juno pull a ‘if you want him you have to go through ME’ and  the dialogue was. rewritten just SLIGHTLY so that they were explicit parallels and it changed the WHOLE energy for me just to see that like. oh my god. oh my god they would die for each other...its about trust...the queer drama of it all

-that fucking...last scene in the RUBY7....holding hands and refusing to give up hope as they disappear into the mouth of the martian ruins....you KNOW it to be a real doozy in audio form but to WATCH those emotions play out....oh FUCK y’all

-demisexuals?? valid

-bi/pan??? similar definitions but they mean different things to different people

-Cishet aces?? dont FUCKING exist jesus christ

-aces should be welcome in lgbt spaces

-you dont need dysphoria to be trans

-gay can be used as an umbrella term if you dont want to have to explain your sexuality to everyone and their mother

-nb people are FUCKING TRANS

-nb people can use gendered pronouns

-he/him lesbians exist

"I  told  you  before,  that  I  escaped  prison  and  faked  my  own  death."  Brown  eyes  looked  into  Nyx's  with  guilt  clear  as  day.  "It  is  true,  to  some  extent...except  that  my  death  wasn't  fake.  I  died  in  that  chair,  my  love."  Nyx  had  before  seen  the  burns  to  her  calf  and  her  neck,  but  not  her  scalp  which  she  had  replaced.  "I  couldn't  escape  that.  But  what  I  did  have  were  wonderful  new  friends  who  got  me  to  a  makeshift  version  of  my  lab.  Actually,  they  did  fantastic  building  it  to  my  specifications  from  simply  my  own  verbal  instructions  and  measurements,  and  following  the  methodology-"  She  realised  she  was  rambling.  "The  point  is...I  am  undead  now.  Just  like  my  daughters.  But  my  consciousness,  my  emotions,  they  all  remain.  my  love  for  you  remains."  She  just  had  to  top  up  the  chemistry  of  it  all.  "So  you  don't  need  to  worry  about  losing  me,  my  heart.  I  can  protect  you  more  than  I  could  before."

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she  had  watched  her  love  fall  to  the  weapons  of  the  creature  that  had  escaped,  over  and  over,  in  her  dreams.  their  one  night  apart  had  resulted  in  many  iterations  of  the  same  scene,  all  of  them  ending  with  hekate  bleeding  out  in  her  workshop  and  nyx  none  the  wiser.  she'd  tried  to  convince  herself  that  she  needn't  worry,  that  hekate  was  brilliant  -  but  she  worried,  so  much. 

so  much  so  that  she'd  gone  right  to  the  workshop  first  thing  in  the  morning,  hair  up  in  a  messy  bun  and  sleep  robe  tied  tightly  around  her,  a  sign  of  her  insecurities  and  worries.  and  when  she'd  been  let  in,  and  hekate  looked  fine,  she'd  felt  relief  that  quickly  turned  to  suspicion.  how  could  she  be  fine  after  that?  not  even  bed  bound,  but  walking  around,  opening  locked  doors,  talking  to  her  –  she  was  in  pain  but  not  immobile  from  it,  as  nyx  would  have  suspected. 

and  so  the  truth  came  out.  that  hekate  had  died  in  that  chair,  that  nyx  had  lost  her  in  that  prison.  her  love  was  gone,  in  a  very  spiritual  sense  of  the  word.  and  yet…she  was  here,  before  her.  kneeling,  begging  her  to  not  be  afraid,  to  not  grieve  her.  yet  how  could  nyx  not  grieve  that  when  hekate  had  lost  everything?  how  could  she  not  cry  when  she'd  given  so  much  to  come  back  to  her?  how  could  she  not  immediately  think  of  the  future,  of  what  happens  when  it's  her  time,  and  hekate  has  perfected  undead  operations? 

what  is  she  to  do?