raidraws:

Made a Game Grumps animated just for kicks :)

iwasthinkingofanimeagain:

hauntsichord:

the  new ask meme: send me literally anything and ill tell you something i hate about it

This I can do

perksofbeingagayflower:

nipahdubs:

When you’re playing CLUE and people suspect that you are the killer.

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Entitled customers that are also needy as hell.

rosexknight:

mariequitecontrarie:

rosexknight:

I SHIT YOU NOT

“Here’s your item that you’re picking up.”
“That box is dusty.”
“Ma'am?”
“That box is dusty I want another one.”
“I can wipe it off for you.”
“No I want another one.”

What? This is almost as bad as the “return my gift card guy.” Ok, it might be worse.

That was the only one we had in store so I just took it to the back, wiped it off, and gave it to her.

I remember my dad worked at an off brand home depot and someone was complaining about the paint not being the right shade of green so my dad took it in the back, just sat around and did nothing for 15 minutes and then brought it back and hte customer was happy with teh new shade of green

roxoah:

If you have me on Skype you don’t even have to start a convo with “Hi, how are you”.You can 

  • Randomly message me about how you found your favourite lost sock
  • Scream about a spider in your room
  • Got something you want to tell someone? Go right ahead man I’ll listen

yunsp:

fearingfun:

ghostruto:

who the hell lets this stuff go to print 

FUCK I CAN’T BREATHE

beyoncesbunsandthighs:

In the Markiplier fandom, we don’t say “I love you”, we say “Herb Lore”, which roughly translates to “Herb Lore”, and I think that’s beautiful.

voluptuousbooty:

cuddlytogas:

flamethrowing-hurdy-gurdy:

pippin4242:

sammywhatammy:

redheadeddisneyfreak:

sheriffwxy:

totalspiffage:

soulpunchftw:

agatharights:

musicofthestage:

crutchiee:

tbbackus:

lucasbieneke:

Apparently my director went to see a production of West Side Story a few years ago, and the guy playing Chino forgot his gun before coming out for his final scene. Once it got to the big scene where he is supposed to shoot Tony, he screeched “Poison Boots” and kicked the actor playing Tony until he went down. The girl playing Maria then had to jerk the shoe off of Chino’s foot, and had to do the gunshot scene asking “How many kicks Chino? How many kicks, and one kick left for me”. 

There should be a blog dedicated to theatrical urban legends. Like that opening weekend of Dracula where Dracula (still hungover) vomited all over the audience during the first stage direction that everyone has a friend of a friend that worked on the show and was there.

or the one where the bridge never came out for Javert’s suicide and so he just pretended to stab himself and then lay there until the lights went out

best story i heard was when a friend of mine saw a show where juliet forgot to bring the dagger out on stage so she just ripped the squib out of her chest and blood squirted everywhere

During a passion play a friend of my brother was supposedly in, one of the roman soldiers who was supposed to stab jesus on the cross and accidentally grabbed the wrong spear- he was supposed to grab one with a fake tip, but instead he grabbed one with an actual metal tip and, well

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.

So Jesus, instead, ROCKETED UP into heaven (or, just, above the stage).

This is wild from start to finish

I was in Peter Pan once and one night at a performance, the adhesive holding our Hook’s mustache on was wearing off. It was near the end with a big fight scene and when he got attacked, he let his mustache fall and went “YOU RIPPED MY MUSTACHE OFF!” in a scandalized tone and it added a new note of hilarity to the whole scene (which was supposed to be funny anyway)

In my seventh grade play, which was a midsummer night’s dream, Thisbe didn’t have a sword so she stabbed herself with a coathanger

My junior year we were doing Romeo and Juliet and after Juliet poisons herself it was supposed to go dark and she’d get off the stage. well the light crew accidentally turned them back on and Juliet who was sitting up slammed back down on the wooden bed with a loud bang. To which my theater teacher says into the com “zombie Juliet” and everyone who heard that had to keep as quiet as possible while our eyes were filling with tears.

i attended my county’s performing arts high school majoring in vocal studies, (mostly geared towards musical theater and opera styles) and once a year we got a field trip to new york (we were in jersey, so it’s not exactly far). we would do one touristy thing, an actor’s workshop with friends of our teachers working in various performing industries in nyc, and then see a show. 

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.

the lesson: sometimes there are fuck ups you just can’t recover from.

My finest hour as a tiny amateur thespian was during the Wookey Girl Guides’ production of Cinderella. I was Fairy Mary, the put-upon and mildly inept fairy godmother. The sweet, gentle plot called for Mary to be pulling all the strings behind the scenes - Cinderella doesn’t drop a slipper, so there’d be no way for her prince to find her, and Mary has to go back and make sure there’s a slipper where he’ll find it - that sort of thing. Just before I was meant to deliver my big monologue ranting about how much Cinderella sucks and can’t get anything right, sweet Cinderella ran up to me backstage and said the shoe was ready. I wondered what the hell she meant, because I was holding the shoe, but I carried on. And delivered a massive monologue about why wasn’t the shoe there ffs I DO EVERYTHING AROUND HERE YOU ALL SUCK, put the shoe in place, realised the other shoe was on the end of the stage, and tried to surreptitiously kick it under the curtain.

Everybody saw and it got the biggest laugh of the night. My parents didn’t believe that my irritated little shoe-kick wasn’t in the script. :P

Glorious:D Ahaha Pips, there’s no video of that, is there?

I have one, a small one. My aunt, an actress and director of the play in question, was supposed to exit the stage during a scene and then reappear a short time afterwards in a different spot, dramatically lit. So she exited, and was charging through backstage- except no one had turned her mic off.

So the audience waiting in the darkness got to hear her disembodied voice thunder: “And now, all lights on me, motherfuckers!”

i dramaturged our uni drama society’s hamlet last year. we were performing in a little theatre with a small raised section for the audience, accessible by crossing the very front edge of the stage and then walking up a centre aisle of stairs. during 3.4, which was right after interval for us, when polonius spies on hamlet as he confronts his mother, our polonius hid up the aisle stairs among the audience then rushed down the stairs as he shouted for help and got stabbed by hamlet. one night, as polonius lay dying on the steps, spitting and choking on blood, two audience members came in late before the usher could stop them; and, instead of waiting at least until polonius could die, they walked across the front of the stage, stepped around gertrude and polonius’ dying body, and proceeded up the stairs to their seats. everyone was horrified, the director and i were frozen in rage; and then our hamlet then stormed up the stairs behind the offending audience members and delivered, to their faces, what was in fact his next line:

“THOU WRETCHED, RASH, INTRUDING FOOL”

the entire audience applauded him

a little one: my drama company was putting on a play a couple years ago. there was one scene, a fight scene, in which one actor hit another actor’s back with a chair, and another across the shins with a broom. it was supposed to be fake - the actor who got by the chair had a vest underneath his shirt, it was all well-rehearsed and made to be nowhere near as bad as it looked, etc.

anyway long story short in the heat of the moment the guy ended up breaking the broom in half on the other actor’s shins because of the force he used. as for the chair… he hit the other guy so hard across the back that the following fall was not, in fact, acted. but hey… at least it looked good.