Taken By the Wind

i need more people on here to care about an american in paris (stage musical) because i fall back into the hyperfixation every few months and i am always screaming into the almost-void. i have read every fic on ao3. some multiple times. it’s not hard because there are 24 of them. look here’s a slime tutorial which i have watched and a proshot which i haven’t. you want to watch a jazz ballet musical about a city struggling with postwar ptsd and a couple american artists in the middle of it sooooo bad

adam hochberg was made for this website. please. i’m begging you

I can do it. I can write a chapter. I am capable of putting sentences together. I know what a comma is. I am Aware of the Character.

Sorry, my what? My pronouns? Oh, yeah I'm between genders at the moment. No, it's cool, I quit my last gender a little while ago because it really wasn't working out. I don't know if I even have a dream gender anymore.

Oh yeah, it did come with benefits, but they weren't really worth it. The culture was really toxic. To be honest I think I'd prefer a part-time gender so I can just be self-described in my spare time.

I mean, in a perfect world we wouldn't need gender, you know? We could just voluntarily be perceived as much as we're able, as much as makes us feel fulfilled. Having a full-time gender shouldn't be a prerequisite for food, shelter, and healthcare.

i thrifted a terrible old cassette player for all my cassettes and some of them it's like painful to listen to them, but specifically hozier's latest album sounds great because the player makes everything sound sort of it like it's buried a metre underground which is evocative for that album.

like press your ears to the floorboards everyone i think i hear the divine comedy happening down there

adam hochberg is truly the character of all time To Me. he’s a musician. he’s the world’s oldest child prodigy. he was a soldier. he chose to stay in immediately postwar paris because he didn’t want his family to know he’d gotten shot (in the war) (the world war) (that he was a soldier in). he’s jewish. he is weaponizing this fact to live rent-free in his apartment. in paris. postwar paris. that one year prior was under nazi occupation. as a jew. because he’s embarrassed of the aforementioned injury. he’s in love with a ballerina he’s spoken to once. he’s in love with a rich french guy who wears bow ties. (the french guy and the ballerina are engaged.) he’s involved in the world’s most complicated love quadrangle. he is going to be a world-renowned composer but in the meantime he’s helping the french guy with his music hall act (in secret). he’s an alcoholic. you can’t even blame him

If you see me like your vent post that is me giving u a lil hug, I do not enjoy your suffering