Deanna Cassidy
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(she/her) This establishment is open to wanderers, witches, harpies, heroes, merfolk, muses, barbarians, bards, gargoyles, gods, aces, and adventurers. TERFs go home.
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Interview with Playwright Pu-on Tim
After the wild success of his debut play Lu and Wumei two summers ago, the eyes of the artistic world have been on playwright Pu-on Tim. He followed his romantic history with the critically acclaimed Small Foot, Giant Step last summer. Now, he has spent seven months researching and writing his latest play. He spoke with members of the Water Tribes, Earth Kingdom, and Fire Nation, in order to write about Avatar Aang, "the Last Airbender." Tim has just announced the play is called The Boy in the Iceberg, opening next week with the Ember Island Players.
By Deanna Cassidy4 years ago in Geeks
Dad's Hierarchy of Needs
I know that it's almost 6 AM, because my cat Tracy is purring loudly and shoving her head against my shoulder. I make the sweet little girl wait until my watch buzzes at exactly 6:00, but she is almost as punctual as my wake-up alarm. She darts between my feet as I carefully step to the kitchen and place her breakfast in her bowl.
By Deanna Cassidy4 years ago in Motivation
Gaston on Reddit
GASTON: WIBTA (would I be the a-hole) if I (24m) got my love interest's (17f) father committed unless she accepted my proposal of marriage? She's the prettiest girl in my town, and the only one who doesn't fawn over me. I'm a hunter, a real alpha male, and I must pursue and obtain the best of the best. But this girl just isn't interested! I've tried telling her what she is supposed to want in life. I've tried to paint the picture of our marital bliss (hunting dogs! half a dozen sons!). I even tried surprising her with the grand romantic gesture of a surprise wedding. And nothing! All she cares about is her books and her kooky old father. I figure I can impress her with my superiority if she has to rely on me to keep dear ol' dad out of an asylum. My friends think it's a good idea but some jerk in the tavern mentioned "coercion" and "manipulation" like they were bad things. WIBTA?
By Deanna Cassidy4 years ago in Geeks
Fleeing the Plumber
I pull a turnip from the ground and throw it at the block above me. A green mushroom falls from the block and I catch it handily. A tall cliff looms ahead of me, but I see another block nearby. With one more well-aimed turnip, I hit the second block and watch a beanstalk erupt from it. Leaves alternate sides on the stalk, close enough together for me to climb without any adjustments to my long pink gown.
By Deanna Cassidy4 years ago in Geeks
Beast
Princess Blanche sleeps soundly beside my campfire, surrounded by my companions. By all appearances she is a sweet, innocent fourteen-year-old girl, as helpless as a kitten. I feel responsible for her. I feel an obligation to guard her safety and guide her judgment. I have to forcibly remind myself that two days ago, she had sent her Huntsman and seven Miners to kill my friends and me. Her own magical poison attack had rendered half of us, myself included, insensible. She is a formidable enemy.
By Deanna Cassidy4 years ago in Fiction
Sheriff
My best friend, the incomparable ranger Marion Fletcher, insists that our group can't decamp until we've had a proper breakfast. She trapped two pheasants and is frying them in a cast iron skillet over our fire. The scent of the game birds mingles enticingly with the fresh herbs Eliza Rivers, mistress of nature, foraged this morning.
By Deanna Cassidy4 years ago in Fiction
Voice
The hot afternoon sun beats down on my companions and me as we walk up Sherwood Way. I lead the horse to which Princess Blanche is tied. I feel a pang in my heart to see the pretty child gagged, but it's the only way to prevent her from attacking us with her poison-breath. Isobel Hansom, farmer and werewolf-barbarian, leads another horse; Marion Fletcher, general store owner and ranger, leads the third.
By Deanna Cassidy4 years ago in Fiction
Sleep
Princess Briar Rose smiles menacingly at me. She leans against the sitting room window. I can just make out the distant glow of Little John's burning orchard in the night sky behind her. The view out the window becomes increasingly obscured by the enchanted thorny hedge growing outside.
By Deanna Cassidy4 years ago in Fiction
Cinder
I wear a brown hood these days, but people still call me Red. The cookies in my basket look like regular sweets, but members of the Enchantment Liberation Front know how to read their codes. Today’s batch of peanut butter chocolate chip mean we are meeting at eight in the evening.
By Deanna Cassidy4 years ago in Fiction
