Get ready for a night of color, chaos, and creativity!
Join us for the Xzanthia Free Art Gallery Shop GRAND OPENING happening on Saturday, 12/20 from 5PM – 9PM at 1626 49th St S., Gulfport, FL
Don’t miss the magic!
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Elphaba: Wicked Two
Had a great night at the B&B Theater Ritz 8 while at the premiere of Wicked Forever. I was greeted by a welcoming staff who also took their pictures with me for their supervisor to see, who was quite impressed with the pictures taken. The movie was just as good as the last one I had seen at the Marcus Theater in Lake Ozark. I highly recommend this movie, along with seeing the first one, if you can see a double feature at this time. I had done some additional upgrades to the costume since last year. I look forward to doing more of it in the future, as I have always done with my costumes in the past. For now, this will be my last crossplay for the year. I have much work to do in such a short time, and then I'll rest for a while.

Cold weather is settling in. That's okay, because NecromancerJoe and Nines_Rodriguez posts keep me warm at night!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rqnw5IfbZOU

For the misfits, night owls, and rave souls—my channel is your new home. https://youtu.be/FLhJrTWSFCM

#fantasy #DarkFantasy #elf #elfgirl #knight

Lately, When I express my genuine thoughts and concerns, it feels like a form of punishment.

This happens both at work, in meetings where input is supposedly valued, and in my personal life. My attempts to voice a concern or a different perspective are often dismissed as pessimism, exaggeration, or even egomania. It seems I am being penalized simply for having an opinion and for caring enough to be concerned.

Increasingly, I feel that I am being passively silenced—not with a direct command, but with subtle cues and reactions that make thinking feel like a forbidden act. I am being reduced to a sounding board, a wall for others to shout at, with no expectation of a reciprocal conversation. My role is not to contribute, but to absorb.

And then, people wonder. They wonder why I am burning out, why my energy and creativity have evaporated, why my motivation has dwindled to nothing. They don't see the cumulative weight of being silenced.
I notice that the situation is gradually affecting my body. I currently only sleep with a tight chest and painful breathing, and I wake up in the middle of the night with my heart racing.

i didint want o postanymore tonight but his song came onshuffle and i thought it was till more then relevent

Here comes paranoia knocking on my door,
Here comes fear, entering in to explore.
Here comes decay, following slow and grim,
Next is death, walking hand in hand with him.

An angel approaches, a light so bright,
"Walk to the light," is it another life, or eternal night?
Decaying like a mushroom, as time takes its toll,
Bodies lifted to heaven, ascending to a higher role.

why are my neighbors having a party the night after Halloween? make it make sense.

happy assout night love all you hos