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#Suits Webisodes
blackashbluephoenix · 2 months
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I just realized that if you're watching Suits for the first time on a streaming service you may not be aware of the webisodes.
So here is a masterlist of the first set with working links.
Class Action: Day 1 Kicking the Bucket https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V2J0MAl5S-Q&list=PL7vxz9gFg3p9RHx0Z-xAthuTKhdvBcm-N&index=1
Class Action Day 2 Donna and the Case of the Missing Button
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Class Action Day 3 Quote Unquote
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Class Action Day 4 Rules of Football
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Class Action Day 5 : As If
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Class Action Day 6: Office Politics
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Class Action Day 7: The Better man
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Class Action Day 8 El Matador de Amor
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Class Action Day 9 Please Hold For Mr. Litt
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Class Action Day 10: Waiting for MJ
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beachytablecloth · 6 months
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i’ve just discovered,,,,, the webisodes
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katierosefun · 2 months
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really funny that harvey would bully louis litt for liking ballet . . . sir, you like clueless. you are an emma woodhouse fan. you have probably read emma by jane austen and told yourself up and down that you’re mr. knightley but u are emma woodhouse herself
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matttheenbydraws · 3 months
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I know that most fans have already talked about their thoughts on the Charming siblings, but I just wanted to share how I personally view the trio's dynamic
Most of this info is mainly from reading their bios and webisode things, so feel free to tell me what I'm missing in case I am, especially stuff from the books
This post won't mention anything ship related outside of Apple × Darling, especially since we need more content of Dexter that isn't just being a pure simp for Raven
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Prince Daring Charming was groomed all throughout his life to be the perfect son and become a strong leader to the Charming kingdom. He's constantly told to be better than everyone else, including his own siblings. However, deep down, despite internalizing this vain and seemingly selfish behavior, he values his siblings a lot more than he shows.
Being the next Prince Charming destined to save Apple White from a poison induced coma, he's been told to prioritize in her life and having to be there for her whenever she needs him. The two of them grew up very close, but they never had any actual romantic feelings towards each other. Their parents pressuring them to be together was the biggest thing that made them become a couple.
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Dexter was always given the short end of the stick, having to be told by his dad to lose and be worse at things in order to have Daring get ahead in following his destiny. He's internalized the notion that he's unfit to be at Daring's level, even if he's capable of fighting with a sword just like he is. With the addition of not knowing what his own destiny truly is, he wonders if he would ever be needed in any story at all.
Because of his mistreatment from his parents and his encouragement to discover his own destiny from Raven, Dexter decides that he'd try to challenge himself in his classes, pushing himself to his limit to see how much he can withstand in a fight on his own. Of course, since he's told to hold back in case Daring is needed to win something, he usually doesn't get to find out what exactly his limit is.
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Being the youngest child and only daughter of the Charming family, Darling was raised to have a reputation as a princess and a damsel in distress. Often doing things that her mother would consider "unladylike for a princess," she grew up having to be forced to conform to her role until much later in life.
Having to sneak into classes where she can learn how to fight in knights armor was hard to pull off, but she was always capable of getting in and learning a thing or two about the blade. Her brothers learn as teenagers that she even becomes the Wonderlandians White Knight after her fight with Chase Redford, the Red Knight.
After finding out about her ability to save Apple White from her poison coma with true love's kiss/CPR, as well as becoming the Wonderlandians' knight in shining armor, she strives to find a destiny that's best suited for her since she's still unsure as to what exactly her destiny is. Many believe that she's destined to be Apple's Princess Charming since she's the one who saved her. Others believe that she's destined to be the next White Knight. She still isn't sure about what her destiny is herself, but being a knight to save princesses was always the thing that she tried to be.
After the Dragon Games, Daring grew a sort of respect and a bit of jealousy towards Darling. Although he cares about his sister dearly, he felt that having her take away his destiny made him feel like he's got nothing to live for anymore when it comes to his future. Apple and Daring try to get back together to make it work and still follow their destinies, but Daring knows that, no matter what, he couldn't save his relationship with her, even after Darling already saved Apple's life.
Dexter and Darling are extremely close since they're both familiar with being made to be beneath their oldest brother and having their destinies be left ambiguous for all of their lives. Dexter confides in Darling about his treatment from their parents and how horribly they treat him behind closed doors. Darling talks to Dexter about all of the high expectations and standards she's given in order to be the perfect damsel. Although Darling is known for being a great swordswoman and even a literal knight, her parents still believe that her behavior is "unladylike" and likely "nothing more than a phase".
Daring tries his best to be a good brother to Dexter, teaching him how to get girls to like him and gain the confidence he needs. Unbeknownst to him, however, Daring is unaware of the fact that Dexter was made to be beneath him in almost everything, hence why it's harder for Dexter to express how he feels about his family to him than he is to Darling. Daring does things for his brother to try and help him express his Charming side, but he's unaware of why Dexter can't be taken seriously as a Charming compared to his interests in technology or being part of Goldie's camera crew.
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dolljunk · 1 year
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After repainting my Freshwater Lagoona I really wanted to go back to a few of my older repaints and redo them in a style that could fit better with G1 stock paint but jazzed up a bit in my own style and with a bit of inspiration from the Webisodes.
I remember being really excited that the fan polls included a merman doll from Mattel since even a decade on, it's still a really rare occurrence to see one being made. Between him and Gory/Quill I knew I had to vote like crazy for him lol.
While I do appreciate my face up skills from 9 years ago I feel like I have a much better grip on my own skills that I don't need to douse every doll in "my artstyle" but rather pick out what best suits each project.
I'm really glad I got to fix up my Finnegan since I really do love that he's one of the first play line merman dolls as well as using a mobility aid.
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athena-xox · 3 months
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Musical theatre eah headcanons because my post about the musical in fairy’s got talent got some attention.
Part 1 soprano’s
Apple: this is canon (and obvious) “…Apple’s high, pure soprano…” (the story book of legends by Shannon hale chapter 17). She’s probably classically trained or something. Also the fact that she wakes Raven up in the morning with her singing… she is that obnoxious soprano (from the obnoxious soprano)
Cupid: Cupid would be a whisperer. She would sing so quietly. Her falsetto would be inaudible but I think that Justine would probably help her become more confident in her singing.
Lizzie: more of a belter but she also has a very clear and strong falsetto. Also in my head Lizzie is the #1 theatre kid. Like in wonderland she would just burst into song and any given time and that was normal. She also probably annoys the shit out of duchess with her karaoke all the time.
Meeshell: I mean this one’s pretty obvious. Do I just imagine her to sound like Jodie Benson… yes. Also can we talk about how in her webisode her singing was horrible? Idk if that was some sort of joke that went over my head but yikes…
Farrah: she would have a pretty decent range. I think that she would be more on the acting/dancing side rather than singing. I think that she wouldn’t have any tone. Her singing would be like talking.
Kitty: I think that she would be a pretty good singer. More in the mezzo range but still can sing soprano. She just wouldn’t take it seriously. But she does take muse-ic class canonically.
Holly: I don’t she would be a bad singer she just wouldn’t hold a candle to Lizzie or Apple. She would have a pretty strong voice but she would have difficulty singing on key.
Nina: I think that she would have a unique voice. Her voice is probably better suited for solo singing than choirs but she still does good for group harmonies.
Bunny: ngl I was contemplating putting her in the next part as an alto and saying she just speaks high in her register but then there’d be way too many altos. Alto or soprano she would be a very shy singer. Lizzie would have convinced her to try out (or ordered her).
For those who don’t know soprano is a voice type. It’s the highest voice type.
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harryleatherfit · 11 months
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Upper East Side || AU Frankie Morales
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Chapter 2: Classes
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word count: 4108
warnings: people being mean cunts, mentions of relationship with a teacher, anxiety
authors note: ok this was written so fast, i’m genuinely in the middle of moving and i plopped my ass down for a break and wrote this. i want to give as much depth i can to characters but not make it boring if that makes sense. i also have not reread this so expect errors. cheers!
🪩Main Master List🪩 Series Master List 🪩
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You wake up in your room. After the meeting you decided to walk around the campus and go into a few boutiques, unpack your car and decorate as you seem fit. You smile at the Caroline Polachek posters you brought with you. You hear the three of them chattering about in the common area.
“I only have Stage Managing classes with Mr. Morales this semester, I’m taking on an internship with this director in October.” You hear Rose say.
“I have The Art of Interview, History Documentary of Film, and Making of Webisodes on Fridays and Wednesdays with the other Mr. Miller. Then Professional Lighting and Camera Techniques 2 on Tuesdays. I’m also taking ZIne Scenes on Mondays. Those are all with Mr. Morales, ” Hannah said.
Mr Morales.
You wanted a class with him. Schedules came in this morning.
“I have Special Effects makeup on Monday with Mr. Davis, Tuesday, and Wednesday along with Queer documentaries with Mr.Garcia. Then on Fridays and Thursdays I have ballet classes with Ms Cheot.” Laylah replies.
“L I didn’t know you were taking up ballet?” You walk out.
“Good morning joker face, check your schedule yet?” Laylah
You open your phone and pull up your recent email.
“I have Advanced Acting for the camera, Expanded approaches to practical acting with Ms.Roylance on Mondays and Tuesdays. Then I have Stage work: Acting with Props and its combined with a set building class with Mr. Morales on Mondays , Tuesdays, Wednesdays, Thursdays and Fridays.” You mumble off.
His name on your phone made you shake. 5 days of the week fuck.
“Damn busy bee, what's the interest in stage work now? Mr Morales is a good teacher but he’s kinda cold and closed off from his students.” Hannah asks.
“I figured I should dip my toes into a couple worlds, be as well rounded as I can be.” You reply. You didn’t want to ask any questions about Mr. Morales, you didn’t want any suspicions from your friends.
“And then on Wednesdays and Thursdays I have Writing your life and Casting and Auditioning with Mr. Gracia. Fuck, and I have voice on Mondays and Fridays too with Mr. Miller.” You finish.
Your semester was fucking filled. You didn’t mind though, you wanted to be busy.
“Oh shit I heard that that Mr. Miller is good in bed, he’s such a hottie.” Rose chimed in.
“Oh he completely is, but he’s such a player you can tell.” Hannah responded. “Those 5 teachers, Mr. Miller, Mr. Miller brother 2.0, Mr. Davis, Mr.Garcia, and Mr. Morales are all a big friend group. People have seen them around at clubs and stuff. They’re all just secretive but they are the sole reason why our arts department is the best.”
That made your pussy shake. But even more that you get the whole school week with Mr. Morales.
“We must go thrifting, we need to clothes for the Semester, fucking show up to classes looking and feeling the best.” Hannah spits out cheerfully. “We have one week to get our lives together and then it’ll be 4 months of non-stop working.”
You all agreed and left your suite to hit the perfect NYC vintage stores.
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After a long day of shopping, you all successfully got bags of clothes, used your meal cards and Cava, oddly enough meal swipes were just like a debit card, it was all so new to you.
You went to bed that night thinking of Mr. Morales. About how you would act around him. How you would ask questions. You had the longest class with him and for 5 days. Honestly, you didn’t understand this feeling you got from thinking about him.
Why not any of the other teachers from that set of 5? He was going to be your teacher for fucks sake. You couldn’t do anything to fuck up your chances for being here.
But that way he stared at you, the way you kept running into him. He turned you on in half a second by just staring at his hands, the way he looked alone in that suit. Those gold rings and how they wrapped around his thick fingers. His polished black shoes, you’d lick them real fucking shiney for him.
What the hell was wrong with you?
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Monday morning. Classes started today. You put on your outfit and pack your bag. Truly feeling and looking your best. You spent the week working out, only for you and nobody else, and trying to take care of yourself. You could’ve stressed yourself out, but you took everything minute by minute. Spending this week with your friends made you confident with yourself.
You walk to your first class, Advanced Acting for the Camera. You walked in and gave Ms. Roylance a small smile. Your class was pretty intimate with 15ish people and she got into the syllabus right away.
You all introduced yourselves and did icebreakers, everyone already knew each other so this was the most for you. It felt like you were being interviewed by Gossip Girl herself. You genuinely noticed a Blonde girl giving you a death stare. Her name was Nina. It looked like she was dressed in all vintage Channel and of course she had a model body. You could smell the plastic surgery from a mile away. Not that getting work done on yourself was bad, but for Nina- this seemed typical. You couldn't wait until you got to actually work with her in class.
Ms. Roylance went on about the material you were to start for the next few weeks, monologues and learning how to deliver and cry in front of the camera, she mentioned Lady Macbeth. Auditions were to be held in the next few weeks and there’d be more information on that next week.
That made Nina scoff. You sank into your chair and looked away from her.
The next class you had with Ms. Roylance again and it was just added techniques to make you a better actor, simple and easy.
After your class ended you got a text from Laylah
Lala: Lunch Break, Bagels? Some girl recommended this hole in the wall place not so far from here.
Okok: That sounds amazing, I already have shit to spill
Lala: Shiiiit me too.
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“So how were classes?” She asks.
“Honestly not bad. So far just classes with Ms. Roylance. She seems like a sweet lady. I hope they pay her well for all the attitudes she has to fucking deal with. We were doing icebreakers and this fucking girl Nina was staring me down like I was fish and bones. Just because we transferred does not mean I’m going to demote you sweet thing.” You said bitterly.
Laylah laughed. “Yeah people were staring me up and down, can’t blame them.”
She truly was a goddess, she had a septum and her hair was the most beautiful shade of aquagreen. She had tattoos all over her sternum and arms. You were used to the looks she gets because she’s truly infatuating.
You yourself had tattoos, miscellaneous here and there, but your favorite was your “To be both free and safe tattoo” on your collarbone. It was lyrics from your favorite Caroline Polachek song, Laylah got the same thing but on her rib cage.
“There's this hottie in my Stage Makeup class, he looks like a Bridgeton, it made me so distracted during the Syllabus I had to ask Mr. Garcia to repeat himself twice. And then I was distracted by Mr. Garia for fucks sake”
“ Ooo 1 of the best 5.” You taunt. “Get the boy's name?”
“No, I was literally staring at him the entire time and my brain short circuited.”
That’s how you felt about Mr. Morales. You get to see him next class.
“Mr Garcia was also talking about Lady Macbeth and how Tech auditions will be like. I’m super excited to see what I can do.” She adds.
“Oh god, I’m terrified. Having to audition and then chancing to mess up and make myself look like a fool in front of all those judges. Imagine I literally forget everything.”
“Oh bitch you won’t because we’ll be helping each other and practicing while we're high so we can 100% memorize our craft.”
Smoking to memorize was like a foreign ritual you and Laylah did at UNCSA, you didn’t feel nervous so you just soaked up your lines and their emotions in a blink.
“Imagine getting to perform on Broadway… as a college student. That’s just unfathomable.” You mumble.
“Yeah it truly is.” Laylah thinks. “Imagine you’re Lady M, and you get to do that stellar gaslighting batshit crazy monologue. I think you’d personally fuck that shit up.”
You laugh, “I’ll audition but no saying yes right now. I have to lay low and not get my hopes up for anything.”
You look down on your phone and realize you’re going to be late to Stage work.
“Fuck I gotta go Lay. I love you.”
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You finally find your way to the auditorium. You got lost so that tacked up your time for being even more late. You opened the door and held your breath. You saw kids in the front row seats and saw him leaning against the apron of the stage.
God, he is fucking mouthwatering. You had to stop. Does he always wear a suit?
“Why Hello Ms. North Carolina, late are we?” He asks. Giving that same fucking warm glare.
“I’m so sorry Mr. Morales I won’t let it happen again, I got a little lost.” You took a seat.
‘I’ll repeat again, this class will be easy but I need you seniors to put in the work. Props may be fun to look at and fun to touch as an actor, but hell to make.” He paces in the front.
“I need to trust that none of you will break anything and will show me that you’re willing to work. Or I will drop you from this class. Is that understood?” He asks.
You and your classmates give nods.
“In this class we may or may not make props for actual broadway shows, depending on how well you guys create, and we will begin making sets and props for Lady M. Here and there I’ll give subunits but that's the majority of the class. In the winter we will have a showcase.” He finishes.
He tells you you all are immediately going to start using saws and cutting wood. This was his entrance test. Good for you, this was the only language you had with your dad when you were a child.
You would sit in the garage with your dad when you were in elementary school watching him build and create, as he would then teach you. It was your fathers release after fighting with your mom.
Mr. Morales all had you use the basics and everyone held their breath when it was your turn. But as you thought in your head, you made cuts perfectly and were a natural. Mr. Morales didn’t need to assist you or tell you once a hint. You're glad your hands didn’t shake, if the shaking came you were going to have to opt out.
You stepped back and took off your safety glasses with a smile. Your class cheered for you.
“Points Carolina for not messing up or splitting the wood.” Mr. Morales says over everyone. You noticed he had a Southernish accent, it was thick and dark. Rich and raspy.
He stares at you again. What the fuck does he want?
You stand back with your classmates and as everyone continues you decide to stare at him. He was wearing black dress pants that hugged his hips and a polo looking black long sleeve with a collar that made his arm muscles look huge. You could sympathize with Laylah now. Mr. Morales had style.
He was wearing a cartier watch and his chain looked heavy on his neck. You imagined grabbing it while on top of him. You imagined his rough hair in your hands, looking into those glistening dark brown eyes. You were probably really fucking wet.
The bell ringing got your attention.
“Ok everyone this class is everyday this semester so buckle down.” He says.
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Your next class was voice, and that was the class you were most excited for. Sining has been your guilty pleasures. You had Hot Mr. Miller, but you wouldn’t let his charm distract you. You took singing seriously. You’ve been operatically trained since high school, your range being interestingly expansive, even after smoking for quite some time.
You chuckle to yourself, you’ve smoked so much to the point that you probably should have had your voice box removed.
Most actors in Hollywood knew how to sing and you obviously couldn’t get in a musical without knowing how to sing.
You walk into your class and Mr. Miller looks chipper.
Immediately you notice Nina, for fucks sake. Of course she takes voice.
You take your seats, less people than your acting classes.
“Hello everyone, I know you’re all probably tired as it's the last class period of the day, but we do have a lot to go through.” He starts off. “You’re in this class because you’re good and can sing so no worries, you already made the team. No need to show off.”
You could tell he was already an amazing voice teacher. Gentle but also had tough love in him. That's what choir really needs.
“Here in this packet you’ll see future details of my class. The Winter Recital, the pieces we’ll be singing together and if you stay with me for the Spring semester just a few details on that. For the Winter Recital, you’ll be able to pick your own piece. But you just have to review it under me and hear me listen to you sing it. If you stay with me for the spring we’ll continuously work on your audition songs and work on your tones and they way you all stress on dynamics.”
He really knew his craft.
“There's a list of vocal teachers in the area that I highly recommend, some that may go on over zoom.” He says.
You see Ms. Kims name, you chuckle.
“There's a mix of teachers for mixing, chest, belting and head coaching. I have down teas that help, foods and drinks to avoid before singing, spots that have amazing tea and last of all-.” He pauses.
“No smoking.” He stops. You hide your smile.
“Who am I kidding, it’s New York and you’re all over 21, if you do immediately drink water and make hot tea.”
No can do sir, and you saluted in your head.
“Now we’re gonna head to the theater to sing on stage, figure out our class balance and sing some scales.”
Your heart drops. Would Mr. Morales be there?
Your class follows Mr. Miller and you falter in your step, staying behind everyone.
“Why are you so slow?” Nina asks.
You didn’t even notice her near you. “Because I’m not in a rush to be first.” You reply, not with a bitch tone but you were being honest.
She laughs at you and walks ahead. This was going to be a long semester with her in your classes.
You walk into the theater and see Mr. Morales is teaching a class, it looks like a bunch of freshmen.
“Hey Fish, how was the first day?” Mr. Miller asks as they hug.
Fish. Was that a nickname?
“Not too bad Ironhead, I won’t lie. Can’t wait to see what the freshmen have in store though. Here to use the stage with your seniors?”
“Yeah I feel like this semester is going to be good. I can feel it in my heart.” He winks to Mr. Morales.
The man shakes his head to Mr. Miller and he smiles. What is this all about?
“Okay class. We're gonna head to the booth and I’ll explain the lighting board to you all.” Mr. Morales addresses his class.
You felt nervous that he was still in the same room as you. Good that he was still in your presence, but nervous that he could hear your singing.
You and your classmates get in a semi circle one the stage and Mr. Miller instructs you to sing the 2 octave major scale, minor scale, harmonic, chromatic and melodic scale. He got out a paper for you all to individually sight read.
You noticed Nina went a half step higher on the paper.
“Ms. Wyatt, what did you mess up on?” Mr Miller asks?
She looked horrified, “My timing was off?” She sounded like a little baby. You almost felt bad.
“No it wasn't that but it’s okay we’ll be sight reading almost every class this semester.” He responds.
Now it was your turn to sing the piece. As you started singing the lighting in the theater changed, probably due to the class messing around with the board and once you finished you were scared that made you mess up, as you could barely see your sheet in front of you.
You could hear Mr. Morales telling a student to yell out calling dark to the people on the stage. Theater 101 rule.
Mr, Miller yelled back, “Don’t scare the shit out of them, Fish. Thank you dark.”
“Wow, first time no mistakes and the lights going off. Plus this was a hard one.” Mr. Miller exclaims.
You were on a fucking roll today.
You smile and pass the paper to your next class mate.
Once you were all done he instructed that he was gonna have you all sing on Do and rearrange you in rows to see where you sound the best. He put you on the right in the back. Nina was placed in the front.
“Mr. Miller last year I was in the back, I’m a third row singer.” She says quickly.
“Ms. Wyatt I’m sure you may be a third row singer but this is the place where I think suits you best.” He replies. She immediately sulked.
Thank god he told her off, even if it was in a nice teacher way. She needed to be humbled.
He then assigned everyone their semester voice parts. You got S1. You didn’t even care about Nina’s groaning, she got alto, but being an alto was a privilege. Most female singers were sopranos, it took much work and dedication to become a rich alto. You’d prefer to be a rich alto then a breathy Soprano 1 anyday. But you were still honored to think Mr. Miller thought you’d fit S1.
“Ok now for our last part of class I’ll have everyone pick a song and just sing. No matter genre or voice type. I’ll sit in the audience and just have a paper out. Trust me this is not a test, this is just me to assess your growth on dynamics and tone how heavy you are on consonants. See how well you can fake emotion through a song. And to see how clear you can produce plus your breath work. I’ll give you 5 to think of a song for yourself.”
Shit you think, now he’s really gonna hear me. You finally decide on Smoke by Caroline of course.
She herself is operatically trained, and you honestly sang because of her. Her voice sounded autotuned thats how fucking good her voice was. The hums she made in her songs were so easy to create and the head to chest flip sounded so easy. That alone took you years to master.
In Smoke there were some head to chest flips, belts, and humming with your mouth fast singing. You had to breath correctly or you’d fuck it up. Your hands started to shake, you tuned everyone out until it was your turn.
You get up to the stage and see that Mr.Morales was front row. Fuck.
“Whenever you’re ready.” Mr Miller says with a smile.
What if you’re never ready.
You breathe in and start. This was your favorite song so you did know every beat, every stop, every note and breathe that Caroline took. You just needed to block him out from being below you.
“It’s just smoke.” x2
“Floating over the volcano. It’s just smoke. Go on, you know I can’t say no. It’s just smoke” You pause and do her hums. Hums were meticulous, you needed to produce enough sound with your mouth closed and to only breathe through your nose.
“It's just smoke. Floating over a volcano. It's just smoke. Selling me out on the down low, and here you are the big answer tonight and you are melting everything about me. Oh don’t worry about me, it's just smoke.”
“And the fallout doesn’t phase me to take a bullet for my baby for the one thing that’ll save me, I know.” That was Carolines autotune part, you can get it down but it was fucking hard. If you pushed too hard it would sound flat.
“Throw it out and replace it with a brand new kind of crazy don’t believe it when you praise me, do I? And you are the big answer tonight and you are melting everything about me oh don’t worry bout me. It’s just smoke.” And at the very end you do her belt, you had to force and mix at the same time which scared you shitless. Most daunting 3 minutes.
Once you were done your class got out of their chairs clapping, even the freshman were. Nina was sitting down.
Mr Miller asks, “Do you have perfect pitch?”
You notice Ms. Morales leans forward in his chair.
You respond, “Yes I do actually, for a while I thought it was relative but I don’t need to think about it just pops in my head and I know. It’s strange but helpful” You smile.
“That's rare, wow. Would you like your comments now or paper?”
I’d prefer it on paper.” You rush off. Mr. Miller was talking to Mr. Morales while writing your notes and you couldn’t help but have butterflies, what were they saying?
Those familiar eyes met you and you could feel his warmth engulfing again. You wish you could sit next to him.
The last few people sang and you were quite impressed. The class ended and Mr. Miller handed you your paper last, you stayed to read it.
Where have you been in my years of teaching? You got on that stage and rocked it! I knew from the start of meeting Kim and coming to your recital/Cabaret the whole team picked the right choice. You were a little anxious, but no worries you hid it well. I’m trained to notice. Your pianissimo to forte was perfect. Your belt was incredibly well done, how did Kim teach you that? Your breathing with the hums, incredible. The tempo was on the dot, you had no jaw or tongue tension. How did you learn to mix like a pop singer? Those K consonants were present and never skipped. And to top it off, I knew you had perfect pitch, those chest to head flips gave it away. You immediately knew your next note without having to search for it. 100/100. I can’t wait to see what this year has in store for you.
-Mr. Miller
You almost had tears in your eyes. You couldn’t believe it. He was there for everything? Who else was with him?
You looked up from the paper and Mr. Morales was still there. His legs were crossed and he had his elbow propped on his knee, holding his face.
You locked eyes with him and you were curious what that head of his was thinking. What was he saying to Mr. Miller? It wasn’t awkward, it just felt needed.
“Good job.” He stated. He looked like he was in a different world. “I have to lock up, have a good night, see you in class tomorrow.”
It felt like you were walking on eggshells when you didn’t want to. You could do anything with him since you were alone. You could easily walk up to him and run your fingers through the tufts of hair as you dreamed, but that would be embarrassing if you mistaked all those stares and shared searched looks of each other. Your brain does love to play tricks on you.
“Thank you, have a good night.” You give him your real true smile. You’re eager but you let this night stay at rest.
You walk to your dorm in a trance.
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edandstede · 3 months
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6 and 7 for asks!
6. Episode of tv or webisode that defined the year for you?
the mermaid sequence with this woman’s work in ofmd 2x03, literally instantly iconic
7. Favourite actor of the year?
did you see rhys as stede banging on ed’s chest, diving off the ship for him, swishing in his cunty red suit, “i love everything about you”, literally every single scene. him in this role is so fucking special, what a moment he is
end of year asks ⭐️
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Ok ok you know the nkotr roleswap au that Kris came up with and then I thought about it like 10× as much as she ever did because I'm fucking insane. If you don't know about it this should roughly inform you. Anyway uhhh here's the roleswap verse romantic comedy episode
--New Roles on the Swap: Romantic Irony--
They were supposed to meet at a hipster bar downtown. Max had been there before, but only to hang around outside it and beat people up. Those stupid hipsters always had so much money to spend on cold brew and overpriced donuts--they made easy targets. But you wouldn't catch him actually eating at a sissy place like that.
Well. Not until tonight, apparently. Because the stupid studio told him to. Hopefully the guy he was meeting would at least be cute.
"Well now, Maximilian!" Mitch had proclaimed a few hours prior upon reading their latest message from the studio. "It seems the studio has decided that even a mongrel like you should get a chance at love. They want us to film a romantic comedy webisode where you get to go on a date..."
"Date?" Daxter Flaxter had immediately balked at the prospect. "Nuh-uh! No girlz allowed!"
Mitch cut him off with a tut-tut noise and a wag of his finger: "...With a boy."
A sitcom ooh! sound effect played in the background. Daxter's reaction didn't change, though. He made a face and mimed spitting up something gross; Max laughed at the comedic display, the surrounding circumstance immediately forgotten.
"Nah, you two have fun, but I'm not taking part in this," Daxter said with a shake of his head as he headed for the door. "No romance for Daxter! I'm out!"
Now, standing outside the restaurant scuffing the stupid stuffy shoes Mitch had forced him into against the dirty pavement, Max wished he'd opted out of this one too. Yeah, the studio asked him to do it and all, but couldn't they have found somebody else? This whole thing stunk, and he hadn't even met his date yet.
He caught a snippet of conversation from a young couple strolling past with their arms linked and smarmy grins on their faces. Max grimaced and stuck his tongue out at them. Then the guy pulled out a ring, and the sour expression flipped to an eager sneer. Boy, talk about easy targets! Max was just about to march over and threaten them into handing the ring over when an unfamiliar hand tapped his shoulder. Max turned, instinctively baring his teeth, to see a guy around his age with shoulder-length brown hair and glasses wearing a baseball cap and a short-sleeved suit.
"So," the strange guy greeted him in a disinterested tone, "Are you my quote- 'date'- unquote?"
"Nah, I'm just here to make a movie for plymouth rock studios." Then Max remembered what kind of movie they were making, and he snapped his fingers. "Hey, wait a second... maybe I am your date. Are you Spencer?"
But this couldn't be him, right? Spencer was supposed to be cute, not some four-eyes. To his disappointment, the guy nodded.
"Ch'yeah, bro." Spencer stuck his hands in his pockets and gestured vaguely toward the restaurant. "So, you wanna go inside, or should we do more of an avante-garde, experimental date where we just, like, exist adjacent to each other or whatever?"
"Nahh, that sounds like a waste of time," Max decided. "Let's eat. But you're paying."
***
It was pretty dark in the bar, with a few tacky neon signs being the only sources of light. That made it a little easier to sit across from Spencer, but it didn't make listening to him talk any better. Max rolled his eyes and squirmed in discomfort while his date babbled on about whatever his dumb hipster job was and all the stupid bands he'd seen. He only tuned back in when Spencer snapped his fingers in his face several times in quick succession.
"Uh, hello?" Spencer huffed. "I was asking what kind of music you listen to."
Max stared blankly at Spencer for several seconds, jaw dangling partway open. Then he blinked, and suddenly remembered the communicator wristwatch he was wearing. Yeah, that's right, Mitch had promised to help him out with this stuff...
He raised his arm to talk into the watch, only to remember that his friend had stuffed him into a dumb frilly suit beforehand and it covered his wrist. Suddenly flustered, Max scrambled off the barstool he was perched on, knocking it over with a loud clatter in the process. Everyone else in the hipster bar turned to stare at him. His face flushed and he scowled at the onlookers, but Spencer was quick to make a dismissive gesture at the crowd.
"Chillax, broskis, he's with me." Then, lowering his voice and turning back to Max: "What's the deal? You're not, like, ditching me, right?"
"Nah, I just gotta take a piss. Be right back."
With that he scrambled off to the bathroom, where he whipped out the communicator watch. An image of Mitch flickered onto the screen. It looked like he was in a warehouse somewhere exploiting a bunch of factory workers, but Max didn't care about that.
"Hey, Dollarton, I need your help. What kind of music do I listen to?"
"You? You don't listen to anything besides that dreadful rap and heavy metal," Mitch sniffed. "But don't tell your date that, or he'll think you're a degenerate. Tell him you listen to opera or something with a modicum of sophistication."
"Opera? What, you want him to think I'm gay or something?"
Mitch's brow furrowed and he opened his mouth to say something, but one of the workers he was exploiting spoke up in the background just then and he cut himself off with a sigh. "Oh, never mind. Just tell him whatever you think he wants to hear. That's how I win over all my boyfriends."
So, when Max re-seated himself across from Spencer, the first thing he said was "Yeah, I don't really listen to anything. I've got better things to do."
Spencer raised his eyebrows, and though his eyes remained half-lidded, he sounded impressed. "No music? Woah, that's like uber-niche. Here I was worried you'd listen to, like, mainstream pop or something," he added, slumping back in his seat in clear relief.
"Naww, pop music blows," Max said, making a face. "All that perky autotuned junk about love and partying... I just wanna stuff all those singers in a locker and keep 'em there until they starve. That'd show 'em."
Spencer laughed out loud at that, though he quickly buried it in a fake cough and adopted a more detached amusement. Max's eyes narrowed in suspicion. Hey, when this guy smiled suddenly he looked a lot cuter, what was up with that?
"That is literally so true." Spencer rolled his eyes and waved his hand in a you know gesture. "And then these quote- 'alternative'- unquote artists will cross over into the mainstream, and it's like, ugh, I can't believe I ever thought they were cool."
Max couldn't relate to that, but he nodded his head and snickered along anyway. Spencer looked a lot more relaxed now, and... yeah. That was good. If they did a good job on this date they'd probably get paid more by the studio.
He recalled a tip Mitch gave him a couple hours ago, when he was helping him get ready. "Believe it or not, I do have some amount of faith in you," Mitch had said as he ran a comb through Max's tangled and matted hair. "You hardly have to be a gentleman to act like one, and you do have a sort of brutish charm, in the animalistic sense."
"Heh, yep." It was only a few seconds later that Max had cocked his head with a scowl as his friend's words sunk in. "Wait, animalistic?"
Without bothering to follow up on that comment, Mitch had straightened Max's collar for him and, looking him dead in the eyes, added sternly: "Oh, and Maximilian, do try to compliment him. Men like that, you know."
Now, looking his date up and down in the dingy lighting, Max struggled to dredge up a compliment. What could he say that would make a guy like him?
"Hey, Spencer... nice suit." Encouraged by the way Spencer glanced up at him, looking almost startled by the words, Max sneered and went on: "Did your mom buy it for you?"
An odd look passed over Spencer's face, and he hesitantly shook his head. "Nah, bro. This isn't even a real suit, 'cause I figured that'd be too conformist." He tugged at his collar, and for the first time Max realized that his date was actually wearing a t-shirt designed to look like a suit and tie. "It's ironic, natch."
"Ironic? What's that supposed to mean?" Max demanded, narrowing his eyes. The word felt funny in his mouth, like some foreign language something. "You keep talking like that and I'm gonna shove you in a locker."
He realized his mistake when Spencer, already no longer smiling, lowered his head with a sigh and gave him a reproachful look. Max gulped, sweat trickling down the back of his neck. Ah, crud. This wasn't going well. At this rate the studio wasn't even gonna pay him, and they promised they'd pay him next time he did good on a webisode!
Muttering an excuse under his breath, Max pushed himself away from the table, only to tip precariously backward on the wobbly barstool. He windmilled his arms with a yelp. Just before he could fall, Spencer darted forward and grabbed the stool, holding it in place. Doing so put his hand right between Max's legs; the two stared at each other for a few seconds, thick with awkward tension, until Max jumped down and made his second hasty getaway of the night.
This time there was a dull rabble in the background of Mitch's setting when he answered his communicator, and it looked like some of the workers in the warehouse were sharpening weapons. Mitch, too, seemed a little more on edge.
"Yes? What is it this time?"
"He doesn't like me," Max whined, trying to keep his voice low as he crouched in the dingy bathroom stall. "What do I do?"
"Ah, what indeed. Of course you can't just bribe him into more dates the way I would." Mitch paused, rubbing his chin in contemplation. "Perhaps you can win him over with your traditional masculinity--your knack for beating people up, for one. That's one skill that myself and Daxter are rather lacking in."
"Yeahhh, good point. I'll try that."
When he got back to the table, Spencer was texting on one of those little internet gadgets dweebs used. While he was looking down at the device, Max flicked his fingers against Spencer's nose. Spencer jerked back, hands flying up to clutch his nose with an indignant yelp. Max snickered as he took his seat.
"Hah. Got you."
"Bro, that was so not..." Spencer trailed off, eyes widening, as his gaze swept over the hand responsible for knocking his dumb nerd glasses askew (he was kinda cute with them crooked like that, not that Max even noticed or cared!) "Wait, are those real missing fingers?"
"Huh? Yeah." Remembering what Mitch had said about his masculinity, Max held up both hands to show off the bandaged stumps where a few of his digits used to be. "Lost 'em in a fight. Cool, huh?"
Spencer grimaced. "Nah, bro, physical fights are totally lame. I only fight with people on Myspace and Tumblr."
Max, unsure of what to say to that, opened his mouth and pointed to the gaps inside. "I got some teeth knocked out, too."
They were saved from any further conversation by a waiter showing up with their food. Max wasted no time grabbing a handful of bacon and stuffing it into his mouth, while Spencer stopped to snap some photos of his kale sriracha salad before he even popped open the lid of the mason jar it was served in. Heh, you snooze you lose, Max thought as he reached across the table to swipe some onion rings off Spencer's plate while he was too busy taking pictures to guard his meal.
Spencer raised his head to give him a cold glare. Just like that, the hot and juicy food turned to ash between Max's teeth. Crap. He doesn't like that. With the slow methodical movements of someone disarming a bomb, Max stretched his jaw open and reached inside to pull out the half-chewed mess of fried onion and place it back atop Spencer's plate. This did not improve things.
Ah, man, this sucked. He needed Mitch's help again. Ducking under the table to hide from Spencer's reproachful glare, Max pulled his communicator watch out and tried to call Mitch again. This time he got a busy signal--no response. Yeah, typical Dollarton, always betraying him.
(Unbeknownst to Max, at about that time Mitch was crouched under a desk in the warehouse as his peasants revolted, trying desperately and failing to get ahold of Daxter for help. Daxter, meanwhile, ignored his own communicator going off and carried on whistling a bluesy melody from a video game while he fed spoonfuls of gatorade to his most prized anime figurine.)
"Hey, that wristwatch is bitchin'," Spencer interjected. "Is that, like, an underground brand or what?"
"Eh-heh-heh-heh, yup." Max smirked and puffed out his chest in self-satisfaction. "Me and Daxter Flaxter and Mitch Dollarton are the only ones who've got 'em."
Spencer recoiled with a cringe when he mentioned Mitch. "Pssh, bro, the Dollartons are like the richest family in Massachusetts. They're all total posers. Why are you hanging out with one of them?"
"Eh, well, it's not like I like him or anything..." That was kind of a lie--he did like Mitch, though he wasn't sure why--but man, he sure could be annoying sometimes. "It's cause we make movies together. You ever hear about, uh, New Kids on the Rock?"
Spencer nodded, eyes lighting up in recognition. "Oh yeah, natch. A bunch of my mutuals are into it, and they've been telling me to check it out, but I wasn't sure because it kinda has the vibe of something that might get big. I mean, I can always say I liked it before it was cool, but that only does so much for my cred since posers lie about liking stuff before it was cool all the time..." He trailed off from his rambling with a shrug, but Max noted with satisfaction that he was smiling again in that barely-managing-to-be-disaffected way. "But web shows are the new television anyway, so I guess I'll check it out."
They lapsed into silence for a while, eating their food. When the evening was winding down, Max reached over and tugged on Spencer's arm.
"C'mon, we better bust this joint before they try and take our money."
"Nah, bro, it's chill," Spencer assured him with a dismissive wave. "The people here know me; they always give me a discount."
Max squirmed, shooting a glance over his hunched shoulder at a waiter walking nearby. "Are you sure? Mitch says he's not lending me money anymore after last time..."
"For realsies, I've got it." Spencer shot him a smirk as he pulled out a wallet. "But hey, if you wanna pay me back so bad, how about you walk me home?"
***
Spencer, it turned out, lived in an old colonial-style house just down the block from the fabled Plymouth Rock (which, of course, was constructed to honour the film studio of the same name). While Max was leading him up the driveway, their arms proudly linked, Spencer suddenly stopped. Max shot his date a puzzled glance. What, he wasn't pissed at him again, was he? Yeesh, at this rate the studio was never gonna give Max his paycheck!
But rather than glowering, Spencer was blushing. He moved his hand down from the crook of Max's arm to slide their hands together.
"Hey, listen, about your fingers... it's sick, bro."
Max tilted his head. He couldn't be sure, but the way he said it sounded like a compliment. Sure enough, Spencer went on:
"I guess I was just weirded out because I'm, like, not really into the punk scene? But if you think about it, it's actually a really radical statement against mainstream expectations. I mean, why should the man tell us how many teeth or fingers we should have, or whatever?" Spencer picked at the frayed bandages on Max's hand as he said this, sending a thrilling shudder down Max's spine. "And body modification is already a thing, so maybe getting fingers removed will be the next big trend in, like, 20XX or whenever. And if that happens then you'll be a total legend for doing it before it was cool."
"Heh, yeah," Max agreed, even though he didn't really get what Spencer was going on about. Then, grabbing Spencer's hand and holding it up to his mouth: "Hey, if you wanna lose a finger, I can bite it off for you right now. Maybe we can even sew it onto my hand, like a keepsake. Eh-heh-heh-heh."
Spencer's face grew bright pink and he rapidly shook his head. "N-nah, bro, that... it's cool. Another time, y'know?"
"Yeahhh," Max said, a grin slowly spreading over his face as he let his date's hand go. "Another time, 'cause we're gonna go on more dates. Nice."
With that, they said goodbye at the door, and Spencer went inside. Max let out a cry of victory the second the door closed behind him.
"YES! Take that, Mitch, and Daxter, and the studio! You bozos didn't think I could go on a date, but I did it, and now you hafta gimme a paycheck!"
***
So yeah last nite was fun, I mean he's totes cray & kinda ugly but if u think abt it that actually makes dating him better bc it's, like, going against normie standards or whatevs <3
Lounging on his bed that morning with his vape pen dangling halfway out of his mouth, Spencer scrolled through his camera roll for a photo to append to his latest blog post. He'd taken a couple during the date without Max noticing, but they weren't really from flattering angles... he finally selected one of Max with his head cocked like a stray dog, with a little piece of bacon sticking out from between his lips. Spencer chuckled lightly at the detail, but catching it led to him staring at those lips for a few seconds longer than necessary, and... oh man. His heart pounded in his chest like the predictable beat of the pop songs he and Max had bonded over hating. He, like, liked this guy. Unironically.
No sooner had he finished making the post than his dad barged into his room, unannounced as always. Spencer sat up with a beleaguered sigh and took his headphones off to address John Smith.
"Um, knock much?"
"I did knock, you foolish boy, you just didn't hear me over your music," the old pilgrim said with an accusatory finger jab. "Now tell me, who dares trespass in our driveway?"
"Geez, Dad, chillax. It's probably just a..." He trailed off, mind and heart alike racing when he realized. "Oh, dip, that'd be Max!"
John Smith's sunken eyes narrowed. "...Max?"
"Uh, ch'yeah. He's like my new boyfriend, or whatever," Spencer said with a deflective shrug as he slid off the bed and moved toward the door.
But to his annoyance, his father moved to block his exit, hand darting down to hover over the hilt of his sword.
"A new boyfriend? You'll have no such thing! I've told you before, Spencer Smith, it falls upon you to find a wife and carry on the pilgrim lineage before we go extinct!"
"But Da-ad, I--!"
His father silenced him with a flash of his blade. The ancient but still deadly strip of metal came to hover inches from Spencer's throat. Spencer gulped and took a step back. He always used to think John Smith was rad for having a sword, because pilgrims with muskets were so conformist, but the way his dad acted about Spencer's relationships was totally wack. And the decapitated look totally wasn't in right now, so he could only stand back and watch as his father slammed the door behind him and stormed off, no doubt to scare away the realest human connection Spencer had felt in months.
***
The small bouquet Max had stolen off a grandma's windowsill on the way over was pretty much squashed into mulch from how much he'd worried the flowers between his sweat-slicked palms. It felt like something similar was happening to his heart. Like some kinda giant had stuck its big ugly hand in his chest and was squeezing his heart to mush. Man, was that sappy or what?
He paused halfway up the driveway and cast a nervous glance over his shoulder to the decorative rock on the Smiths' front lawn. Mitch and Daxter peered out from behind it to give him a thumbs-up, although Mitch--who was already back in his usual stuffy clothes after getting bailed out from prison earlier that morning--looked a little less excited. Max tried to return his friends' encouraging gesture, but out of habit his hand accidentally raised in a middle-finger position instead.
The second he knocked on the door, it swung open with a bang. Max jumped back with a startled shout and ducked to avoid a sword being thrust in his direction by an older guy in weird pilgrim clothes.
"Get off my property, you miscreant," the guy holding the sword hissed. "You're not welcome here!"
"Suck it, geezer," Max sneered. "I ain't here for you. Where's Spencer?"
"Spencer? Why..." The pilgrim paused, visibly searching for words, until he broke into a wicked grin. "...Spencer's been dead for ten years!"
"Huh?" Max narrowed his eyes. "That's bull. I just went on a date with him last night."
He tried to shoulder past the pilgrim to get inside, but a slash of the sword against his cheek made him think better of it. He flinched, hand flying up to brush away a thin line of blood that sprung up in the sword's wake. The pilgrim lunged forward, hissing, to strike him again. Max let out a shout of startled indignation and backed off the porch in a haphazard stagger.
Once he was off the steps and out of range of that crazy guy's sword, he grabbed the nearest heavy object--the communicator watch on his wrist; fat lot of good that whole gimmick did for him--and chucked it as hard as he could at the pilgrim's stupid hat. Then he turned tail and bolted.
His friends intercepted him at the bottom of the driveway. Daxter gave him a good-natured smack on the back, grinning again now that the disruptive field of romance had been dispelled.
"Too bad!" he proclaimed cheerfully. "Looks like you won't be getting any action!"
"Don't be too downtrodden now, Maximilian," Mitch added, laying a hand on Max's arm when he hung his head. "Going on a date with a dead man? People have made fortunes off less remarkable stories."
"Yeah, but..."
Max trailed off, casting a forlorn glance back at the house. The pilgrim still lingered in the doorway, sword at the ready. Above him, the curtain of a second-story window rustled and pulled back for a moment. Max looked away again a second too soon to see the very much still living object of his interest waving at him.
He wouldn't be caught dead saying any mushy stuff out loud, but as Mitch and Daxter ushered him off back to their clubhouse to get the latest webisode edited and uploaded, Max made a silent promise to never forget the previous night.
***
Spencer was lying on his bed with his face buried halfway in the pillow, listening to a tragic indie song about doomed lovers dying together in an overly niche workplace accident, when his dad came back in. He turned his music down without taking his earbuds out and rolled over onto his side without getting up or fully meeting John Smith's gaze. He didn't want to see whatever look of self-satisfaction his father must have had just then.
"So is he, like, gonezo?"
It was a rhetorical question. Spencer had watched through the window as the three figures receded down the road until they vanished into the distance. But hey, may as well ask anyway, right? Rhetorical questions were like the new irony, or whatever. What-fucking-ever.
"Yes, he's gone."
"Great," Spencer muttered bitterly. "Quote- 'thanks'- unquote, Dad. And BTW, I'm using those quotes ironically to indicate sarcasm," he added in case the old geezer didn't get it.
"He even tried to defile me with this unsightly piece of modern technology," John Smith went on. "Bah! Away with it!"
He flung something towards Spencer, who sat up and caught it with instincts well-honed from countless close calls of dropping his phone. Then he turned and slammed the door with a huff, leaving Spencer once again alone in his melancholy.
Or maybe... not 100% alone. Turning the device over in his hands, Spencer's heart fluttered when he realized it was the very same totally bitchin' communicator Max had worn during the date. He experimentally punched in a combination of numbers on the keypad, and the device beeped out a chipper little ringtone. Moments later, a shaky image flickered onto the screen--not Max, but another guy with a backwards baseball cap.
"Woah, looks like you've got mail!" the strange guy on the screen remarked. "Well, I don't wanna talk to this guy, so heeere you go."
There were some fabric shuffling noises as the device was handed off, and then Max's face filled the screen. He immediately lit up upon seeing Spencer.
"Heyyy, you're not dead after all! I shoulda known."
"Ch'yeah, my dad is just stuck in colonial times. He's always trying to screw me over." Spencer paused, drumming his fingers on the watch's sturdy black plastic casing. He tried his best to seem casual as he said, "So, do you still wanna go out again sometime?"
Max grinned, and Spencer barely even shuddered at all the gaps in his teeth. "You're on. But next time Mitch is paying."
--End--
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Still thinking about how weird of a shift Epic Winter felt following the events of the Dragon Games. Rather than focusing on Darling, Apple, and Daring's emotional state post events, they focused solely on Daring with some of the most forced character development I've seen in a series.
As much as I didn't care for the third Shanon Hale book, it really did well with Daring's development and being knighted by Lizzie. It's a shame they never adapted any of it into the show (outside of Lizzie x Daring dating in one webisode).
And I am so so curious how Darling would feel once it fully sets in that she is the prince in Apple's story (assuming the Charmings are destined and not best suited because xyz). And Apple thrives off of predictability, and now there's the question of if the events of Dragon Games counts as her fulfilling her story or not (I could go on about these two and the line of thinking for it, and just how the entire Charming sibs dynamics might be impacted).
I don't know, I definitely wish they did more to at least wrap up the loose ends. If it was going to be the last season they might as well have ended it on a high note than petered out like they did. Yeah EAH was a toy ad and it definitely was not perfect but I did enjoy the characters and ideas built into it.
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Multiples of 3 for EoY asks - skip whichever you don't wanna answer!! ☺️☺️
EoY asks!!
3. Favorite musical artist / group you started listening to this year? I didn't really get into any new artist this year! But my favourite 'album' was the PS1 soundtrack by AR Rehman.
6. Episode of tv or webisode that defined the year for you? Hmm it was probably that episode of A League of Their Own where Max goes to Uncle Bertie's party in the suit he made for her, but worn in her style, and he looks at her with pride T_T (also the one where he cuts her hair. what an icon)
9. Best month for you this year? It was probably August!! Or May! One of those two. I'm more of a summer person than a winter person.
12. Talk about a new friend you made this year. Definitely spoke to a lot of interesting folks on Tumblr this year, and I wish all of them a happy and fulfiling year ahead! I'm in love with the creativity and talent that folks on here have :D
15. What’s a bad habit you picked up this year? Not keeping the kitchen and my room clean! That's one of my resolutions for next year.
18. A memorable meal this year? The time I had biryani and got mildly drunk with my friends!
21. What’s something new about your place of residence (room, home, or general location) now vs the start of the year? We have a new housemate, she's great! I'm happy she lives with us now.
24. Did you keep any New Year’s Resolutions? No! I didn't even have any, last year.
And here's two bonus answers - a photo from the end of the year, and a photo from the beginning of the year.
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Raven Queen With The Butterfly Miraculous
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Ok. Here I’ll be going over why Raven Queen from the Ever After High franchise is well suited for the Butterfly Miraculous and various points on what would happen if the Butterfly Miraculous were to fall into her possession. Also, here I’ll be using Raven as she appears in the Ever After High web series and the Ever After High doll diaries. For those of you that don’t know, the Butterfly Miraculous is a magical brooch from the Miraculous Tales Of Ladybug And Chat Noir TV series that gives its wielder a butterfly themed suit and the powers to sense peoples’ thoughts and emotions anywhere in the city, infuse a special butterfly called an Akuma with its magic and send it out to turn a person into a superpowered version of him or herself. The Butterfly Miraculous is also connected to Nooroo, a Kwami that represents the abstract concept of transmission. Also, Spoiler Alert if you hadn’t seen the Ever After High webisodes, the Ever After High doll diaries or the Miraculous Tales Of Ladybug And Chat Noir TV series. With that out of the way, let’s dive right in.
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I’m gonna start off with why I think Raven is best suited for the Butterfly Miraculous. As Dexter Charming pointed out in ‘Dexter Charming’s diary’, Raven inspired so many people and she’s inspired him. In the diary, he even called it “the magic of Raven”. And that’s what the magic of the Butterfly Miraculous is about when it’s used for good rather than evil as Marinette Dupain-Cheng implied in the short ‘Miraculous Secrets Hawkmoth & The Akumatized’ when she said that she hopes for the Butterfly Miraculous to be used to create positive superheroes and superpowers with its Akumas once it’s retrieved rather than negative supervillains and superpowers. By that logic, the Butterfly Miraculous, when in the hands of a good person, wouldn’t just inspire people but also help them stand up for their lives by giving them superpowers. And Raven doesn’t just inspire people. She also helps them stand up for their lives as shown in the short ‘Ginger in the BreadHOUSE’ when she helped Ginger Breadhouse make people see that she’s not making her sweet treats to lure people to their doom. In conclusion, my reason why Raven is well suited for the Butterfly Miraculous is because both Raven Queen and the Butterfly Miraculous are all about inspiring and helping people stand up for their lives. Plus, there’s also the fact that Raven Queen’s and Hawkmoth’s (a villain who wields the Butterfly Miraculous) colors match perfectly. Also, the Butterfly Miraculous, in Camouflage Mode (a mode a Miraculous takes on to look like an ordinary piece of jewelry), looks almost exactly like the brooch that Raven already wears. So, pretty much no one at Ever After High would know she’s wearing a new brooch much less the Butterfly Miraculous.
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Next, I’m gonna go over what types of people whose thoughts and emotions Raven would be aiming for and what superpowers her Akumas would give 4 of the people at Ever After High. It should be noted, though, that Raven would most likely only use the power to sense peoples’ thoughts and emotions when she really has to. She doesn’t strike me as the type to invade peoples’ privacy like that. Also, since she wants people to be who they really are, Raven would only akumatize someone if he or she accepted it willingly. It was shown that it can happen in the episode ‘Chameleon’ when Lila willingly got akumatized and remained in control. Anyway, the types of people whose thoughts and emotions Raven would be trying to sense and aim for would be rebellious people who want to break away from their parents’ roots and/or the status quo, people who want to start a benevolent revolution and uprising, people who want to rebel against their parent(s) and their controlling ways (like Adrien Agreste), etc. As shown in ‘Raven Queen’s diary’, Raven didn’t want to follow her mother’s destiny as the next Evil Queen and at the end she wrote that “maybe… just maybe… there were others who wanted a chance to write their own Happily Ever After.” This shows that she very much hopes that other people wanted to rewrite their destinies. All this is why the rebellious type are the type of people whose thoughts and emotions Raven would be most likely to try and sense if she really had to use the power. Now, to go over the superpowers her Akumas would give to 4 of the people at Ever After High. I’m gonna start off with Madeline Hatter. Madeline already does break the laws of physics in a cartoonish way as shown in the webisode ‘There’s No Business Like Snow Business’ and is able to hear The Narrators while almost everyone else can’t as shown in the webisode ‘Kitty’s Curious Tale’. She can also see some visions of the future as shown in ‘Madeline Hatter’s diary’. So, an Akumatization would amp those abilities up and thus give her the power to break the laws of physics even more freely, allow her to sense things that are happening all around the world without The Narrators talking and see the future more clearly. For Cerise Hood, since she has a wolf-like sense of smell and other wolf-like traits, an Akumatization would probably give her the power of a full-on werewolf. Cerise’s already wolf-like traits were shown in the webisode ‘The Cat Who Cried Wolf’. For Darling Charming, an Akumatization would probably give her superpowers similar to that of the akumatized villain Riposte except, since Darling is noticeably calm even when it comes to rebelling against her destiny as a damsel-in-distress as shown in the webisode ‘Save Me Darling’, when she easily kept calm even though her brother Daring Charming got all the credit, it would probably give Darling sword fighting superpowers that are akin to finesse rather than raw power. Finally, for Cedar Wood, an Akumatization would probably give her the power to allow people to magically see things for what they truly are just like Cedar’s Revealer Rays. As shown in the webisode ‘The Beautiful Truth’, when Cedar called the beauty event out for being shallow and helped rework it to make it more about true beauty from within the heart, Cedar Wood calls things for what they are and is very willing to help others see the truth and occasionally uses those 2 traits in conjunction. This would make the power to magically see things for what they are the most appropriate power for Cedar.
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On this point, I’ll be going over how Raven would interact with Nooroo and what the dynamic between them would be like. Both Raven and Nooroo are relatively reserved and shy as shown in the webisode ‘Kitty’s Curious Tale’ and the episode ‘Ladybug & Cat Noir (Origins - Part 1)’ respectively. However, the difference between them here are the emotions those feelings of shyness trigger when pushed too hard. When Raven’s shyness is pushed too hard, she then panics and her rage temporarily takes over as shown in ‘Stark Raven Mad’ when most of the people in the room were trying to convince her to turn evil and/or were talking over her. On the other hand, when Nooroo’s shyness is pushed too hard, he submits as shown when his owner ordered him to obey him in ‘Ladybug & Cat Noir (Origins - Part 1)’. I think these 2 sets of similar and different traits would help Raven and Nooroo bring out the best in each other. Nooroo could help Raven assert herself in a more calm manner and Raven could help Nooroo keep calm while also helping him assert himself in some way. Another similarity between Raven and Nooroo is that they’re both very compassionate even to people who are at odds with them as shown in the TV special ‘Legacy Day’ and the episode ‘Stormy Weather 2’ respectively when Raven offered her a chance at breaking away from her destiny and when Nooroo tried to reach out to Gabriel Agreste and tell him that his neglectful ways are hurting Gabriel’s son Adrien Agreste. That similarity between Raven and Nooroo would also help them get along quite well.
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In this final point, I’m gonna go over which of Hawkmoth’s (or, as he was later called, Shadowmoth) old Akuma villains that Raven would most likely re-akumatize into an Akuma hero. As I pointed in my previous point about what types of people whose thoughts and emotions she would be for, she would most likely aim for rebellious people. That means that the same probably applies to what type of former Akuma villain she would most likely re-akumatize into an Akuma hero. So, after thinking about it, I think the former Akuma villain that Raven would most likely re-akumatize into an Akuma hero would be Risk (also known as Froggie). Raven will most likely use Froggie’s excitement and joy at biking freely rather than his anger and irritation at his parents for trying to stop him and also will only akumatize him if he willingly accepts it. I think Risk’s power to make people take risks with his song falls most in line with Raven’s freedom philosophy. However, I don’t think Raven would often use Risk’s power to just brainwash people into taking risks like that. She would use it much more moderately. After all, brainwashing is still brainwashing no matter what form it comes in. Also, I think, rather than using Risk’s power on a grand scale, Raven would use Risk’s power solely on one person: Apple White. But only for a certain amount of time. Raven would make a deal with Apple. She would ask Apple to allow Risk to make her take more, well, risks by rebelling against fairytale destiny for about 3 hours. Raven would then do everything she could to keep Apple out of too much trouble. Once the 3 hours are up, Raven would get Risk to snap Apple out of it. Afterwards, Apple would then decide whether she still wants to embrace fairytale destiny or rebel against it.
Overall, these are my reason why Raven Queen is well suited for the Butterfly Miraculous and my thoughts on how she would use it.
See you all next time.
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accidental-spice · 3 months
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Happy new year!
I'd love answers to 6 & 18 for the end of the year asks as you reflect on last year. :)
Happy New Year!!!
#6: Episode of TV or webisode that defined the year for you?
Well, there were a couple episodes of Suits that were *chefs kiss* I forget the names, though. On the other hand, S4E22 of The Rookie, Day In The Hole, was also absolutely perfect. I think I watched it about four or five times
#18: A memorable meal this year?
I had pozole for the first time this year! If you've never had it, it's a soup with hominy and chicken (or pork, depending on the recipe) in it. My mom made it with green chiles and it was SO good!!
Thanks for the ask!!p
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Disneyland Sweet Cornbread Recipe – Disneyland
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I shared this recipe during my first video last week and I know I’m a bit late with the written followup, but hey, better late than never, right? I’m sure most people who’re on Pinterest have seen this recipe… It one of the most pinned recipes of 2012 and 2014 and it claims to be the recipe for the best cornbread out there. And what makes this recipe ridiculously unique is that it involves the use of golden butter yellow cake mix. More Delicious Recipes You Will Love: - Croissant Berry Pudding – Sunshine Seasons - Bake Disneyland’s Famous Snickerdoodle Cookies at Home - Dole Whip – Aloha Isle Now, I’m not sure if this recipe is truly a genuine Disneyland recipe (I can’t find information online confirming it is or isn’t used at Disneyland, I’ve got several recipes from Disneyland that don’t use cake mix), because it’s so popular, so widely shared, and because I had all the ingredients in my pantry, I figured “why not?” This recipe couldn’t be any easier. Basically, you make the cornbread and the cake mix in separate bowls according to the package directions, combine the batters, then bake. Seriously, that’s it. How easy is that? “Authentic” Disney recipe or not, this cornbread is phenomenal. Mixing it all together made my kitchen smell like a birthday party… So delicious. Then baking it? Yankee Candle needs to come to my house, smell how amazing it smells, then make a candle. This amazing combination of butter and warm cornbread. The cornbread itself… Oh… My… Goodness.  Incredible. Absolutely spectacular. For sure my go-to cornbread recipe from now on. It’s moist, soft, flavorful, and it melts in the mouth like butter. It doesn’t crumble and, unlike a lot of cornbread recipes I’ve used, it doesn’t crumble to bits when you cut it. Thank goodness this recipe makes a ton of cornbread because less than 10 minutes after pulling it out of the oven more than half of the first loaf I made was gone. While researching this recipe, I found a lot of suggestions saying that when picking the cake mix that the mix without pudding in the mix works the best. I ended up getting a mix with the pudding in it because I couldn’t find anything else. Apparently it makes the cornbread too sweet, too cake-like with its flavors. Personally, I didn’t find it to have the taste or texture of cake and I didn’t think it was too sweet at all. That said, for those who may want a more savory version, see if you can find the Jiffy Yellow Cake Mix and use that instead (if using the Jiffy Yellow Cake Mix, use one box of cornbread mix to one box of the yellow cake mix as opposed to two boxes as directed below). This cornbread is incredible. I consider myself a cornbread connoisseur (it’s one of my favorite carbs)… If I see it in a menu, I order it. I make it all the time. And this version of cornbread is hands-down my favorite. I’m already thinking about when I can make it again. For those interested in watching how I make this recipe I did make a video, the first of what I hope are many upcoming webisodes for the website! Conclusion As per our expertise, the Disneyland Sweet Cornbread Recipe is a delicious and easy-to-make dish that is perfect for any occasion. The combination of sweet cornmeal, honey, and butter creates a moist and flavorful cornbread that is sure to be a hit with both kids and adults alike. One of the best things about this recipe is its simplicity. With just a few basic ingredients and a little bit of preparation, you can have a delicious and impressive cornbread ready in no time. The addition of a few simple garnishes, such as fresh herbs or chopped jalapenos, can elevate the flavor and presentation of the dish. This recipe is also very versatile and can be served as a side dish for any meal or as a standalone snack. It is perfect for picnics, potlucks, and family gatherings, and can be easily customized to suit different tastes and preferences. Overall, the Disneyland Sweet Cornbread Recipe is a wonderful addition to any home cook's repertoire. It provides a taste of the famous Disneyland cornbread, while also allowing for personalization and creativity in the kitchen. So, put on your apron and get ready to create a delicious and satisfying cornbread that is sure to delight your taste buds. In addition to the delicious food and recipes, Disney World is also known for its unique dining experiences, such as character dining and themed restaurants. Whether you want to have breakfast with Mickey Mouse, dine in a replica of a sci-fi drive-in theater at Hollywood Studios, or enjoy a meal with an ocean view at the Coral Reef Restaurant in Epcot, there's something for everyone. And with the help of Recipes Today and the How to Make category, you can even recreate some of these magical dining experiences in your own home. So why not start planning your next Disney-inspired meal or dining experience today? Read the full article
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