calamity jenn.

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she/her ♠️ 🏹 GOOD SHOT, BABY.

me: hey do you have this movie I want to watch? Disney: no Netflix: not anymore Apple: ew no CBC Gem: yes and it’s free Prime: maybe I do, maybe I don’t. Maybe it costs $5 for no reason, even though you already pay for this. Maybe you should fuck off into the sun.

If Cardiff had to dismantle Ianto’s shrine then you can dismantle “Dobby’s grave” Torchwood was a hot mess of a show but as far as I know no one involved in the making of it is actively using their money to stop trans people pissing, by the way

I’m well enough to see Cyrano tonight, as my ticket to see it again was during the time I was really unwell with my meds withdrawal. It’s just as magnificent but act 2 will be a test of how my new medication handles me having some strong emotions

Me: “That time we went to see Cats when I was 13 they made a lot of eye contact.” Mum: “That’s because it was leaving and I was on the phone to the box office begging and she sold me the director’s seats they normally have reserved for if he wanted to go.” Me: “…that explains much.”

One of the details I learned that you see in the stalls but not on the stage or in the cheap seats is that Jesus is up on the cross silhouetted against all the light, and when he dies, Sam Ryder’s head lolls and all this blood pours out of his mouth to hit the stage for longer than you expect

Mum: “…what did you say to Sam Ryder? He looked taken aback and then gave you a really lovely smile.” Me: [defensive] “Well everyone else was just asking for selfies and not telling him how incredible the show is, so I did.”

Mum dragged me to stage door where my years turning up to scream at premieres and my Clueless experiences have paid off okay so far 😂 I think Richard’s gone but I shouldn’t meet him tbh

When we were standing last week, when Sam Ryder walked past us to start act 2, the four women next to us all whispered “it’s Jesus!” excitedly and it was the funniest actual thing while also being surprisingly immersive