#Encore Worthy

[fanficmemes]

sometimes a ship is what if your whole life everyone and everything you knew told you you were an unloveable monster/what if your whole life society told you that people like you were unworthy of fairytales and happy endings and love stories. but also it's a rarepair that only exists in the head of you and two of your most long suffering friends 💖

Rarepair hell is truly a low, sharing your blorbo though with your friends is the only way to survive

[anotherhumaninthisworld]

Do we know the favorite books that the French revolution figures liked to read? (It could be anyone, Robespierre or Saint just or Louis xvi it doesn't matter).

Much like this old ask about revolutionaries’ favorite dishes, I can’t say I know of any instance of someone exclaiming: ”this is 100% my favorite book,” but at tops people mentioning books that they thought were good or bad:

In his memoirs, Brissot writes he’s picking up Rousseau’s Confessions for the sixth time, so I guess that could qualify as a favorite book? send help

We have this list of books seized at Robespierre’s place after his death.

According to the memoirs of Élisabeth Duplay, Robespierre would read ”the works of Corneille, Voltaire and Rousseau” for her family in the evenings.

In a short biography over Desmoulins written in 1834, Marcellin Matton claims his favorite book was René Aubert de Vertot’s Histoire des révolutions arrivées dans le gouvernement de la République romaine (1719), of which he always carried a copy. Matton is an infamous romanticizer it’s from him we have the stupid leaf myth for example, but I’m willing to give him some leeway here since he could have obtained the information from Camille’s mother-in-law and sister-in-law, who were his friends:

In one of his first classes, he received Vertot's Révolutions romaines as a prize. Reading this work transported him with admiration; in the future, he always had a volume in his pocket. It was for him an indispensable companion, it was his vade mecum. He used or lost at least twenty volumes. It is perhaps to this excellent work and to the particular work that he did on the discourses of Cicero and especially on his Philippics, that we owe the lively and sharp style which distinguishes all the writings coming from the pen of Camille .

Desmoulins was however less fond of Rousseau’s Confessions, in number 55 (December 1790) of Révolutions de France et de Brabant he admits that he abandoned the book after getting infuriated by it:

Not that I idolize J.J. as I did in the past, since I saw in his Confessions that he had become an aristocrat in his old age. How far he was from looking at an Alexander with the pride of this Cynic, to whom he is compared, and how painfully I saw that he united the opposite faults of Diogenes and Arisippus! It is a pleasant thing to hear the author of the Social Contract protest in his Confessions about the simplicity of the commerce of such great lords (M. and Madame de Luxembourg) he cries with joy, he wants to kiss the feet of this good marshal, because he wanted to accompany one of his friends, an office clerk, for a walk. Is there anything smaller, more ridiculous? I received, he says elsewhere, the greatest honor that a man can receive, the visit of the Prince de Conti, (an honor that Rousseau shared with all the girls of the Palais-Royal.) At this point I tossed away the book out of spite, and I admit, that I had to reread the speech on equality of conditions, and Julie's novel, in order to not hate the philosopher of Geneva, like Durosoy and Mallet du Pan; for the same principles, in the mouth of such a great man, are more condemnable and worthy of aversion than in the mouths of our two gazetteers, whom God created poor in spirit, and predestined as such to the kingdom of heaven.

In a diary kept over the summer of 1788, Lucile Desmoulins mentions reading L’Âge d’Or (1782) by Sylvain Maréchal (of which she also copied two verses, Le Trésor and Le contrat de mariage devant la nature, in a notebook the year earlier), Les Idylles et poèmes champêtres (1762) by Salomon Gessner, L’Hymne au soleil, suivi de plusieurs morceaux du même genre qui n’ont point encore paru (1782) by Abbé de Reyrac (where she wrote down the verse La Gelée d’avril), Nouvelles lettres anglaises, ou Histoire du Chevalier Grandisson (1754) by Samuel Richardson and  Les Noces patriarchales, poëme en prose en cinq chants (1777) by Robert Martin Lesuire.

In his memoirs, Buzot mentions enjoying the works of Rousseau and Plutarch:

With what charms I still remember this happy period of my life which can no longer return, when, during the day, I silently roamed the mountains and woods of the city where I was born, reading with delight some works of Plutarch or of Rousseau, or recalling to my memory the most precious features of their morality and their philosophy. Sometimes, sitting on the flowering grass, in the shade of some thick trees, I indulged, in a sweet melancholy, in the memories of the sorrows and the pleasures which had in turn agitated the first days of my life. Often the cherished works of these two good men had occupied or maintained my vigils with a friend of my age whom death took from me at thirty, and whose memory, always dear and respected, has preserved from many errors!

Wow any chance you can sound even more like an 18th century man stereotype, Buzot?

…and that’s basically all I can come up with for the moment. But add on if you know anything more! @louis-antoine-leon-saint-just @lazarecarnot maybe you would like to share your favorite books with us if you have any?

[isuggestwishcraft]

Summary:

You wake up to a clear, cloudless sky. It's bright. Of course it is — it's midday, from what you can remember. The sun is warm on your face, like it's creasing you with love, and the whispers of trees intertwine with calm peeping of birds into a soft melody. The nearly darkless grass under you feels like a soft cushion, perfect spot for a nap. The entire picture is nearly worthy of a painting with all of this beauty packet in a single clearing, even with you lying in the middle of it. It should be calming. Perhaps it was, once upon a time. You are anything but calm, now. — — — Or: Encore! Encore! Encore!!!

loosely based on this post by captain-krow-drozdov

[thefallennightmare]

HC for your Monday:

You have been in a relationship with Noah for a while, and you went on the tour with the band. A prank war starts and lasts for almost a week. You are pulled up onto the stage, and Noah proposes to you while the crowd sings the chorus from Just Pretend. You get a little upset thinking it's a prank till you see how serious Noah is.

Much love miss Tina, thank you 🩵💜

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The prank war within Bad Omens this tour cycle has been one for the books.

Between you sneaking up behind every single member of the band and crew to scare them and switching out one of Matt's mixes of Just Pretend with the sound of a bunch of raccoons screaming, during the sound check of course, you were glad that it was the last day and everything was finished.

Or so you thought.

Everyone knew about your and Noah's relationship even though the first couple of years you did your best to keep it private. While some fans weren't too thrilled, a lot of the fanbase was happy that Noah finally found someone that made him happy.

But even though everyone knew about your relationship, you and Noah still kept everything private.

So tonight, during their show, you were confused when Noah called you out on stage.

Your senses were on high alert because not only were hundreds of phones on you, but the prank war was still on so you couldn't take anything seriously.

"What are you doing?" You asked under your breath as he made you sit on a stool next to his mic stand.

"This song at first didn't really have much meaning," Noah spoke into the mic towards the crowd. "But now, in the last couple of years, I realized that it means a lot to everyone; especially us."

Bad Omens started playing Just Pretend and you watched with your heart in your throat as Noah sang his heart out tonight, more than he ever had before.

Then when the crowd began to sing the chorus, Noah got on the riser in front of you, bending on one knee while looking directly at you.

"Marry me?" He mouthed, so discreetly that only you could see.

You blinked, ready to lose it on him because you for sure thought it was a prank.

Especially since Bryan was right next to you, recording with his camera.

But when you saw the sincerity and love radiating off of Noah, your anger subsided because you could tell he meant those two words.

"Would you say I'm worthy?" He sang into the mic while standing up on his two feet.

"Yes!" You breathed while kissing his lips.

Noah smiled into the kiss and since it was the last song before the encore, he whisked you off the stage to where everyone was patiently waiting.

"So?!" Folio asked while bouncing on his feet.

Noah pulled out a ring from his pocket and you gasped at the diamond while he slipped it on your finger.

Cheers from the crowd mixed with cheers from your friends and family as you and Noah kissed again.

"I thought it was a prank at first," you admitted while resting your forehead against his.

"I'd never joke about my love for you, angel."

[accidental-mother-series]

I literally just find posts with either

Accidental references (Like a "I love this post" "This post loves you too" could be an accidental reference to the debug sign that says "This sign loves you!")

Accidental Vibes (That one gothic leftover pizza post.)

And I tag them with the respective game

I won't do Mother Encore, CogDis, or Oddity since I don't consider those canon at all.

The only AUs I'm doing are Mayhem AU because that's my AU and it's really close to canon anyway

Feel free to tag me if you think a post is worthy, i'd prefer if you give me a reason but I can figure it out most of the time.

[blackjackkent]

All right, taking a break from giving myself massive Jaheira/Khalid feels to instead give myself some more Rakha feels. :D

We left off having explored Lorroakan's vault in order to a) give Rakha exciting and probably blasphemous necromantic powers, b) get all the loot and clear out all the traps given that we killed Lorroakan and claimed the tower for ourselves, and c) find the Annals of Karsus and discuss overthrowing the gods, so the gang have been having a fairly exciting day. So, frankly, I don't think anyone's super enthused to emerge into Sorcerous Sundries and discover a familiar face waiting for them.

"Elminster?"

"Hello, m'boy! Don't mind me - I'm just enjoying a fresh lungful of Baldurian air - a distinctive aroma, though perhaps not one worthy of bottling." The elderly wizard gives an elaborate stretch, his keen gaze nevertheless fixing rapidly on Gale's face. "Tell me. What curiosities have you and your companions discovered within the walls of this esteemed emporium?"

(A/N: I'm still deeply amused by the fact that on Hector's run, I TPed straight out of Sundries into camp rather than go outside, and the game responded by teleporting Elminster directly into our hotel room.)

Rakha glares at him. She was pretty unimpressed the last time the group encountered Elminster - when he came to deliver the news that Gale was instructed to blow himself up for the glory of Mystra. Her opinions on his goddess (and gods in general) have definitely not improved in the intervening time, and her conversation with Gale in the vault is still rattling around inside her head, so she looks at Elminster with a sour expression, folding her arms across her chest.

"We know how Karsus made his crown," she says flatly - never one to lie or try to hide her intentions once decided. "And Gale's going to re-forge it."

Gale winces. "Perhaps it would have been better to keep that particular opportunity between ourselves," he says in an undertone.

"The Crown of Karsus?!" Elminster sputters. His eyes narrow to slits, and Rakha finds herself a touch startled by the sudden anger and intensity in his voice, the facade of a harmless old man suddenly thrust to the side. "No, Gale," he growls. "It's for the best that I know. I trust there's no need to remind you what came of Karsus? His folly humbled a whole civilization! No one seeks an encore of that."

Rakha can see the way Gale recoils under this barrage from his former mentor - but she has no such connection to Elminster, and stands her ground, her jaw working. "Gale," she says flatly, "is the best wizard in the realms. He'll succeed where Karsus failed."

It isn't flattery. It isn't really even a compliment, just a statement of fact. Rakha knows the Weave as perhaps no one else on Toril does - intimately. She feels it on her skin, tastes it on her tongue, sees its ripple over the face of the world. And she has seen Gale's magic; she saw the way he channeled the Weave for her on very nearly the first day they met. Even hamstrung by the tadpoles, and even despite how rocky their relationship has often been, she knows perfectly well that Gale - like herself - is unique, a prodigy.

And she has heard his confidence as he stated that reforging the crown was possible, that it was necessary. And she believes him, because he is one of her people, one of the tiny little ragged family she has formed out of the blank bloodsoaked void of her mind.

(A/N: This is all a little bit of an unexpected development, but I honestly really kind of like it. It's not fully out of left field; Rakha was thinking in vague terms about the idea of toppling Mystra all the way back in Act 1, though it was more of a beast-fueled fantasy at the time than a practical plan. AND at the time Karlach, whose opinions Rakha generally trusts, agreed that Mystra is "no god at all" for her treatment of Gale.

So an unexpected choice. And (as @suntiger745 pointed out) probably not likely to actually lead to the true ousting of all the gods (including Bhaal) that Rakha is hoping for. But nevertheless I enjoy that this does follow up on a thread that's been drifting around in Rakha's story for quite a while now.

Also I've never seen anything of the God!Gale ending so it will be interesting if we do go all the way to that. XD)

Elminster squints at her warily for a moment, then looks back at Gale. "Does she speak true, Gale?" he asks, somewhat more quietly. "You truly believe yourself capable of wielding Karsus's crown?"

Gale, who has been looking at Rakha with some astonishment after her unexpected expression of confidence in him, squares his shoulders. "Perhaps she does," he says firmly. "Would you begrudge me the chance to make things right, Elminster?"

Elminster frowns. "Of course not," he says gravely. "And the time has come for precisely that. Mystra knows you defied her, Gale. Of course she knows - she's Mystra. She bids you come to her holy shrine in the Stormshore Tabernacle. There, she will grant you an audience at last."

Rakha can see the way these words rock Gale. Understandable, perhaps. He was cast out by this goddess - who he loved as well as worshiped, at least to hear him tell it - and now she wants to speak to him again.

Rakha tries to imagine it, if Wyll had cast her aside, told her she had to die for her past bloody crimes - and then invited her back to speak to him again. The idea brings a tight ache into her chest.

But there is a significant difference - Wyll is not a god. Wyll has never tormented and used her as Mystra has Gale. And Rakha can see this, even if Gale cannot.

"Mystra's done Gale enough harm," she says flatly. "We don't owe her anything."

Again that flare of power flashes through Elminster's eyes. "Not true," he snaps. "Not even close. Mystra's ways may seem cold, high-handed, tyrannical even. But she is a goddess! Her ways are not for mortal reckoning..."

He trails off, turns to look at Gale again - and for a moment, the power and anger fade, and a strange expression of something like sadness replaces them. "Though some mortals come close to understanding. Very close indeed..."

He sighs. "The Crown is not the answer. I promise you that. If you will not hear it from me, hear it from your goddess," he finishes quietly. "What truths she has to offer are for your ears alone, Gale of Waterdeep." A pause. He raises a hand as if to rest it on Gale's shoulder, then changes his mind, lets it fall to his side, and vanishes in a burst of smoke. "Godspeed."

[goochfiddler99]

I CANT FUCKING TAKE IT ANYMORE

i'm gonna be sick

either wuthering waves has genuine cry worthy, heartstring snatching storytelling or im more of a sensitive pussy bitch than i thought

but jfc i'm finishing up encore's companion storyline and im gonna kms oh my god

grief and hope as base emotions for the overall storyline is enough to have me boohooing but GRIEF OVER LOSING UR MOTHER

i'm in shambles

i haven't lost my mother thank god but the THOUGHT of it sends me in hysterics every time so encore's lore is really fucking me up

[paperlovesadness]

Okay - listen up babes. We need some positive / reasonable energy up in here. I'm not gonna pretend I'm completely normal and not dissapointed by this turn of events. Because of course I am! (though still holding up some hope). And because these guys are my hyperobsession and I had too much time on my hands this evening apparently - and I wanted to see just how out of the norm this whole situation was - I spent some time on setlist.fm today (becuse even though I watched all these performances a thousand times each, my memory for details and dates and numbers is awful and I needed to do it in a research manner). So from what I gather (please correct me if I [and setlist.fm] am wrong though and missed something obvious!) Miles and Alex singing "Standing Next to Me" together beyond the Puppets is something that happened only 5 times ever? Alex only ever joined Miles at his gigs to sing SNTM 4 times:

Olympia Paris in 2012,

Worthy Farm in 2013

Glastonbury 2013

and of course the infamous La Cigale 2018.

And Miles joined the Monkeys once for a rare ocurrence of singing SNTM at an AM concert:

Finsbury Park 2014.

Some other interesting facts to note about 2014 Finsbury Park are:

They played that venue two days in a row (May 23rd and May 24th)

Miles also had a set there - featured as a special guest / support but just on May 24th.

People expected him to still show up May 23rd for 505 - he didn't.

People expected him to come play 505 on May 24th - he didn't.

He did then join Alex for SNTM for the encore though, after 505 without him was done.

Now does that explain away the hype Miles was kind of building up, hinting at the Puppets before Ireland? Not really I guess. But then Miles is just a happy, enthusiastic guy and maybe all he meant by it was a reference to their reunion playing the same venue. Either way - this isn't the first time Miles is seemingly with no logic not playing 505 despite being there, it's also not the first time they wait until the last date of a place to bring him on despite hype and speculation (also see: us waiting around for three days straight in a prayer circle manifesting and losing hope for Miles to join 505 in London this tour). Edging might just be their speciality 👀 Or perhaps the speciality is keeping things special by only doing them a certain number of times. Saving best for last, not overdoing it (come to think of it; no way in this universe they'd do a Puppets song three days in a row while the band is inatcive. In any context ever. It takes attention away from their main projects; which is in a way showing a lack of respect for those. And also just totally ruins the flow, aesthetic and consistancy I think they both like to build in their performances - Alex especially). Personally I'm holding up hope for 505 tomorrow. And if that doesn't happen I'll probably just be back with a post trying to understand it. (Honestly there just has to be a normal explanation. As people have been saying here - there's no actual signs of bad blood and also even if there were - they're too professional to just abandon a gig plan over a spat if they were in fact initially planning to do that everyday. So that's not a valid explenation to me. I just think they weren't ever plannning to do it in the first place).

Let us see what tomorrow brings!

[jokeroutsubs]

Joker Out at Tvornica Kulture

Glazba and Muzika articles (11.11.2023)

Joker Out in Tvornica Kulture, Day One: “Scream as loud as you can”

Probably the most popular Slovenian band today, Joker Out, held one of the two sold out concerts in Tvornica Kulture last night. By the way, this was their first independent concert in Croatia. Based on how it started… there’s no doubt they’ll be recognised as a “generational” band, as someone who left a mark on the regional music scene. 

Exactly at 21:00, Bojan Cvjetićanin and the boys jumped onto the stage with “Sunny Side of London” and a “Scream as loud as you can”, to the delight of the mostly younger audience. They continued playing for the next hour and a half without a break. With every song, the atmosphere got closer to the peak and overlapped with the already hoarse voices, until it was time for the Eurovision hit “Carpe Diem”.

The setlist of 23 songs ended the same way it started - with “Sunny Side of London”, which echoed on the street as well.

Original article and more photos (Muzika)

A year ago, the young Slovenian band had no idea they would fill concert venues across Europe.

They represented their country at Eurovision this year with the song “Carpe Diem”, after which they experienced “Måneskin syndrome” - a huge rise in popularity and overnight star status.

As a part of their Europe tour, they’re performing everywhere - from Skopje to London, and in Tvornica Kulture in Zagreb, they sold out two consecutive nights, 10th and 11th of November. The young Slovenians realised how much Zagreb adored them in May, when they were the opening group for Buč Kesidi at Šalata. The frontman Bojan Cvjetićanin pointed out that they scheduled the first concert in Tvornica Kulture a day after Šalata, which sold out in no time.

They entered the stage in Šubićeva street exactly according to the program, at 21:00. They sang “Sunny Side of London”, and screams echoed through the hall to the lyrics of “Scream as loud as you can”, as expected. Nearly two hours of dancing and overall enthusiasm followed.

Throughout the whole concert, stuffed animals, flags, and even bras flew towards the stage. The age profile of everyone in Tvornica was very diverse, but what caught everyone’s eye was a seven year old girl on her mother’s shoulders faithfully reciting all the lyrics. The band paid tribute by dedicating a song to her, and the audience greeted her with enthusiastic applause.

Bojan’s interactions with the audience deserve special praise. With amazing recognition of the right moment and skillful leading, he makes the audience sing even louder and dance even more tirelessly. A couple of times he even gave the microphone to the audience, which showed how well Zagreb knows the Slovenian lyrics.

The costumes of all the members looked well designed, contributing to the overall impression. Unbuttoned shirts, messy hair, and prominent tattoos are undoubtedly reminiscent of Harry Styles’ style. Visually, and with their energy too, our neighbours undoubtedly seem worthy of worldwide stages, a sentiment more and more fans recognise. 

“Novi Val” was an especially emotional performance, before which the boys said it’s the perfect moment to hug the person next to you. The audience, of course, took the advice. At that moment, the drummer Jure Maček approached the audience from the background, so the lyrics “Generation of love and hope” echoed, accompanied only by guitars. 

The biggest hits - “Umazane Misli” and “Carpe Diem” - Joker Out decided to leave for the end, so it’s not a surprise that after those songs, the audience called them back for an encore. Of course, they came back and ended the night the same way it started, with “Sunny Side of London”.

The neighbouring sensation has another sold out night in Zagreb ahead of them, and soon they’re coming to Rijeka as well. With filled venues they’re tirelessly proving Eurovision can be a turning point, even if you finish only in the middle of the leaderboard. In addition, they are proof that there is musical potential in the region, whose sound and charisma transcends borders - Joker Out is a band for big scenes.

Original article and more photos (Glazba)

Translation credit @moonlvster

[kilfeur]

Le miroir de Fizz a un rôle à jouer dans cette scène, durant sa crise de panique tentant de se calmer en vain. Asmodeus le voit dans sa loge voulant savoir comment il se sent. Et Fizz qui continue dans son envie de se prouver par lui même. On voit que le miroir reflète davantage Fizz laissant Asmodeus en arrière. Même la scène où justement il se confesse qu'il veut être méritant de lui, il y a encore le le miroir qui fait obstacle dans leur relation. Même quand il retire son chapeau et qu'il le regarde on peut très bien voir le visage de Mamon bien qu'en arrière plan. Montrant l'impact qu'il a envers Fizz mentalement. Toutefois Asmodeus l'admire pour ce qu'il est et cache le miroir en montrant justement ce qu'il vaut. D'ailleurs c'est un joli parallèle avec la scène où Fizz se prépare et Asmodeus n'a pas vraiment envie qu'il aille à ce concours.

Fizz's mirror has a part to play in this scene, during his panic attack trying in vain to calm himself. Asmodeus sees him in his dressing room, wanting to know how he is doing. And Fizz continues in his desire to prove himself. We see that the mirror reflects more of Fizz, leaving Asmodeus behind. Even in the scene where he confesses that he wants to be worthy of him, there's still the mirror standing in the way of their relationship. Even when he takes off his hat and looks at him, Mamon's face is clearly visible, albeit in the background. Showing the impact he has on Fizz mentally. However, Asmodeus admires him for what he is and hides the mirror, showing just what he's worth. It's a nice parallel with the scene where Fizz is getting ready and Asmodeus doesn't really want him to go to the contest.

[broadwaydivastournament]

Broadway Divas Tournament: Round 3

Diva, icon, certified GILF Christine Baranski (1952) has a theatre resume a mile long. A two-time Tony winner, Christine has performed on and off-Broadway, regionally, and internationally in shows such as Mame at the Kennedy Center, the pre-Broadway workshop of Sunday in the Park with George, and the infamous flop that was Nick & Nora (1991). She can be seen alongside a slew of other Broadway Divas in HBO's The Gilded Age, and has also participated in at least ten Sondheim shows and concerts over the years.

In addition to her long-standing regional theatre career, Carmen Cusack (1971) has two Broadway credits and two Tony nominations to her name. Between Bright Star (2016) and Flying Over Sunset (2021), Carmen has done exactly 66 previews and 144 regular performances on Broadway in two flop shows she was nevertheless critically acclaimed for. Her touring credits include Wicked and South Pacific. She periodically performs solo cabarets throughout the city, and had a well-received turn as the Ethel Merman role in Encores! Call Me Madame (2019).

NEW PROPAGANDA AND MEDIA UNDER CUT: ALL POLLS HERE

"THE Diva, the legend, the icon herself. The gay awakening of so many lesbians between the ages of like 25-35 and beyond."

"I'm like a broken record at this point, but again, Carmen Cusack deserves a show on Broadway worthy of her talents."

[voulezloux]

hello ! this is the landing post for all my fics ! below the cut are my fics in chronological order with links to their fic posts and series if they are in one! enjoy.

xx. oliver

lips so good i forget my name (2.3k) (mature, larry) (part 1 of camboy au)

omega camboy louis’ got a request that he needs alpha friend harry to help with

ride it, my pony (2.0k) (mature, larry) (part 2 of camboy au)

louis’ audience wants an encore

i’m still breathing (i’m alive) (9.5k) (teen, larry) (part 1 of alive)

the downward spiral of louis tomlinson (or the alcoholism fic nobody asked for)

you took it all (but i’m still breathing) (1.3k) (not rated, larry) (part 2 of alive)

louis almost has a relapse. harry’s there to save him 

you’re the feeling i can’t put down (2.8k) (not rated, larry)

i literally can’t sleep alone anymore so i’ve shown up at your door in my pajamas can we have one more nap together, please?

higher than the empire state (2.0k) (teen, larry)

harry and louis get high together

broken like me (1.4k) (general, larry)

we were only supposed to be friends

from the cradle to the grave (5.4k) (teen, larry)

love is only for the brave

and just forget the world (3.9k) (not rated, larry)

harry’s in a car crash. louis won’t leave his side.

emotions won’t grow (1.7k) (general, larry)

so, you’re the unfortunate soul stuck with me

a big. bright, beautiful world (0.6k) (not rated, larry)

louis asked who harry’d be

it’s hard for me to go home (4.8k) (not rated, larry)

don’t call me baby again

you know i spent some time (in hollywood) (2.2k) (not rated, larry)

harry’s an actor. louis’ the man he left behind.

calling out for someone to hold tonight (3.8k) (not rated, larry)

harry’s straight. louis isn’t. they still manage to fall in love

i couldn’t spend this night alone (2.9k) (not rated, larry)

it’s their first christmas together, and harry wants it to be the best christmas ever.

baby be with me (so happily) (10.4k) (mature, larry)

pop punk band owls on the avenue just signed to their first label, powered by soup, harry is assigned to do their hair. louis has a few problems with that.

this love’s a luxury (5.2k) (mature, larry)

omega louis is a hairdresser. alpha harry just wants his hands on him.

your blueberry eyes (6.1k) (mature, larry)

famous/not famous au where louis tattoos and harry falls for blues

and i’m putting my heart out on display (6k) (not rated, larry)

harry gets cheated on. so does louis. they find comfort in each other.

last christmas (i gave you my heart) (4.4k) (general, larry)

louis and harry are broken up. cue scheming friends to make one christmas wish come true

good enough (for you) (8.2k) (general, larry)

omega louis is next in line to rule the pack. in spite of the rule saying he needs an alpha to rule, he creates an impossible olympics to find a worthy mate. harry somehow wins the gold.

take it day by day (10.1k) (mature, larry)

“enemies” to lovers au where harry and louis secretly date and harry just wants to smell like his baby.

i’m still standing (after all this time) (22.5k) (mature, larry)

dubbed the modern elton john, harry is the biggest thing to come to pop music. topping the charts, there isn’t anyone who can dethrone him. until pop punk trio funeral for fire emerges on the scene.

a face of a lover with a fire in his heart (2.6k) (general, larry)

it’s christmas time and whamageddon is upon us. with all of their friends out, harry and louis make a bet to see who can not listen to the wham! song longer.

one chance (kiss him you fool) (5.5k) (mature, larry)

the five times louis tries (and fails) to ask harry out. and the one time harry finally gets the balls to ask louis out.

nights like these (3.7k) (general, larry)

you smile at me and say “it’s time to go.” but i don’t feel like going home.

your right now, your forever, your last call, your whatever (6.3k) (mature, larry)

“we should kiss.” so they kiss.

defying stars (9.2k) (teen, larry)

the marching band au that one person (and that was me) asked for

always had that heart of mine (7.8k) (mature, larry)

louis is nesting, though he won’t admit to it. between being ill, the stress of uni, and near drops, the only thing keeping him afloat is harry’s scent. the fact they don’t get along is neither here nor there.

part time soulmates (full time problem) (12.0k) (mature, larry)

sworn enemies harry and louis are soulmates. everything is going smoothly until the pain hits.

it's the summer of our love (3.0k) (general, louis/ryan ross)

ryan is in love with his best friend and gym bro, louis. the problem? ryan is straight.

if it feels like love (then it must be love) (1.9k) (general, shiall)

niall and shawn are in love. if they could both realize this, that would be lovely.

make my wish come true (2.4k) (not rated, larry)

the one where all harry wants for christmas is lou

powerless (and i don’t care) (4.0k) (explicit, larry)

everyone on tour calls each other daddy, don’t ask why. and louis is so used to calling everyone “daddy” that, when he finally comes home, naturally he calls harry that. alternatively titled "the daddy fic."

for the rest of my life (for the rest of yours) (1.5k) (mature, zouis)

zayn and louis are exes. they still sleep together.

don’t be afraid to love (and love again) (83.2k) (teen, larry) (part 1 of trans louis verse)

the one where louis is trans and afraid, harry is cis and brave, and being 100% yourself is easier said than done.

the past might be painful, but i’m in love with our future (10.3k) (teen, larry) (part 2 of trans louis verse)

it takes a lot of convincing for louis to let harry take him to his first pride. harry understands his worries and fears. really, he does. he just wants to show his boyfriend that he doesn’t have to be alone anymore. a don’t be afraid to love (and love again) time stamp.

frightened by the bite, no harsher than the bark (21.6k) (teen, larry)

louis loves going to the barricade during his shows. if it’s because he’s got a bit (lot) of touch deprivation and is using it as an excuse to have his big alpha bodyguard, harry, touch him, well, that’s a secret he doesn’t need to tell.

last updated: 6 july, 2024

[angstmongertina]

7KPP Week: Day 2

Once again, I'm late (this time a full day already!), and my fic is tangentially related at best, so I'll add some rambling underneath about what some actual dates might be!

Anyway, day 2 is date night, here featuring a little fic of Temperance and @teaandinanity's Nisha and some discussion of NPC!Tempy and Lia!

As before, more 7KPP nonsense under the cut!

The musicale was a rousing success. That was apparent enough from the applause after the performance and the smiles of the guests as they bid Lady Nisha and herself—though, admittedly, far more towards Nisha, the official hostess of the event—farewell. And yet, Temperance hardly noticed, entranced as she still was by the melodies still dancing in her mind, the images of the violinist drawing his bow across the strings, clear and confident and with passion in every single note.

If she were to be perfectly honest with herself, she hardly cared for the social sense, but at least in the artistic sense, the musicale certainly was a success as well.

It wasn't until Nisha had bounced up to her, with far more speed and enthusiasm than her typical languorous movements would suggest, that she noticed the emptiness of the room. Their guests had all swiftly made themselves scarce, no doubt preparing for the introductions later in the day, while the performers packed up their instruments, murmuring in voices too low to be heard, even despite the acoustics of the room.

And judging by the glint in Nisha's eyes, it was a relative solitude that she intended to take full advantage of.

"I see your sister's descriptions of your musical talent were no exaggeration, Princess."

In spite of herself, she stiffened, the denial falling off her tongue with practiced ease. "You are too kind, Lady Nisha, and Princess Constance far too generous with her compliments."

"I, too kind?" A hidden smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth. "I fear Lord Blain - who has a far longer-standing acquaintance with me - would vociferously disagree with that assessment. Though, I suppose your sister's compliments carried less weight after a closer acquaintance with her… expertise.”

On instinct, she smothered her laugh, a hand clapped over her mouth before the sound, harsh and inelegant, could escape. Given the still brighter grin she received in response, however, she only partially succeeded.

And oddly, she did not really care.

She did, however, pause, looking at her new friend more carefully. "She demonstrated her musical talents?" That, even more so than the letter Lady Nisha had cheerfully delivered to her, was an indication of her sister's trust; Temperance could count on one hand the number of times her sister had voluntarily performed—if her off-tune warbling could be called that—in front of her, let alone to others of their acquaintance.

“In a matter of speaking. She happened upon my serenading of a not quite empty courtyard, you see, and gave my performance a most impressive encore."

Judging from Nisha's satisfied expression, it was hardly so simple, but before she could formulate a proper response and despite her best efforts to avoid it, she found herself tugged forward to sit at the piano, and looked back up at her friend.

"She also revealed your aptitude for music," Nisha offered, nodding towards the instrument.

Barely restraining a start, she looked down, to where her hands had instinctively settled into position for a simple minuet, and let them drop, fingers slipping from the polished ivory keys into her lap as she shook her head. "You exaggerate. It was only a few brief lessons, several months' duration at most, and many years ago now." She twisted her fingers in her lap. "Certainly hardly worthy of a beautiful instrument such as this."

"The instrument would much rather be played, I think, and if you won't, then I will."

Lady Nisha's words were a threat and one she intended to follow through, she discovered, torn between amusement and horror as her friend leaned over, fingers twisting into some facsimile of her previous position and coaxing out notes more discordant than she thought would have been possible. Even the musicians paused their conversation to glance over, and she flushed, barely resisting the un-princess-like urge to knock Nisha's hands aside.

The lady in question straightened up and winked. "Last chance?"

"Fine." She sighed, though surely even the swiftly retreating observers could see her faint smile as she settled her fingers back into position and began to play.

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Tempy is quite the musician, and if coaxed into it, will play music for a friend who might ask it of her. In particular, should you be interested in practicing any dancing, she is a very willing musician, though not a participant--she is rather nearsighted and lack of corrective lenses (because princesses do not need glasses) has made her rather clumsy. Because of this, she has memorized much of her repertoire and can perform without sheet music, if properly encouraged.

And as a bonus for Tea, Lia is similarly musically inclined, though as a mom friend through and through, her date will vary a bit more depending on what she senses you might need. For some, this might be a calming walk by the lake, while for others, this may be a meal and some light conversation, or even time spent in companionable silence in the library. If she likes you and suspects you are harboring feelings for someone, she may even try to matchmake, giving you opportunities to interact with your beloved, in whatever form would be most helpful. Even if she may be harboring feelings for the same person.

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Hii I'm somewhat new to your blog but I just had a little idea

What about teen!y/n with their adoptive family who has killer vocals (literally and figuratively) they decide to compete in the games and their dressed in clothing that metal band members would wear, and they just sing Custer by Slipknot (or any other song) and since they have killer vocals their screams/singing just turns into supersonic sound waves causing their opponent to literally explode

Sorry if this doesn't make much sense I'm running off of 3 hours if sleep ✌😗 love ur writings and thanks in advance ❤❤❤

-Your skills were regarded as unique, even for those in Valhalla.

-Some regarded you as a siren, as your singing voice could not only enchant but cause damage, you could use your voice as a weapon.

-Your family had adopted you when you were only a child, protecting you from those who wanted to use your skills for their own gains, both good and bad, and raised you with so much love and support.

-As you grew, your music interests went from one end of the spectrum to the other, constantly changing the styles that you were currently singing, one day you could be singing the blues, next opera, and the next classic rock.

-When Ragnarok came around again, being a yearly tournament, you decided to participate this time, rather than just participating in the half-time show entertainment.

-The reason for this, some punk ass minor god had insulted you after finding you singing to some kids, not for your singing skills, but that you were a human and that you weren’t worthy of being the collective child of the strongest gods and warriors in Valhalla, that you weren’t strong.

-Normally you were pretty thick skinned, but he made some of the kids cry after insulting you.

-You walked out, wearing a pair of black jeans shorts, thigh high platform goth boots with spikes, a tank top with a unicorn skull on it, holding a full stand microphone that was the shape of a skull, a gift from Beelzebub and Hades for your last birthday.

-You glared across at the god who smirked, seeing you there, teasing you, “Aww what’s the matter sweetie? Did I hurt you feelings last time?”

-He instantly felt a chill run up his spine and he looked up at your family, seeing them glaring, but the malice was not coming from them.

-He paled, looking back down at you as you were leaning on your microphone, eyes glaring into his own, he felt a bolt of fear run through him before he was quick to smirk, acting cocky.

-Your voice belted into the microphone, sending sonic waves all around you as ‘My Name is Murder’ came from you, gripping the pole of your microphone, focusing the power of your voice to aim at this stunned god, who couldn’t believe you were attacking him with sound waves.

-Your family was cheering for you and large sections of the crowd were headbanging to your singing, cheering loudly for you.

-You won easily, the sonic waves blasting your opponent off of the arena and into the water surrounding the stone arena you stood on and the crowd cheered loudly, wanting an encore.

-Which you were happy to provide, a grin on your face.

[droughtofapathy]

The Gilded Age of Broadway Divas: Duets, Trios, and Other Crossovers

While I wait for my matinee show to start, here's our final compilation just six hours before our season finale. If you've been following along with this series, you'll notice how much overlap there is in the theatre. Everyone has been with, or sung with, or played the same role as everyone else. Here is just a taste of the sublime combined talents of our favorite Broadway Divas. And yes, this is my petition to have a musical episode.

#1: "Lily's Eyes," (The Secret Garden) Miscast 2022 - Audra McDonald and Kelli O'Hara

I watched this, and my soul transcended space and time. Performed at MCC's 2022 Miscast gala honoring Christine Baranski (of course), Audra and Kelli have a brief tiff about which soprano is worthy of Soprano Island before joining together to sing the most resplendent duet you will ever experience in your life.

The Secret Garden opened on Broadway in 1991 starring Rebecca Luker as Lily. Kelli and Audra are singing the parts of Lily's husband and brother-in-law respectively. And like Lily, Rebecca Luker has since passed away. Knowing that they are singing not only to honor Christine, but also to Rebecca, their dear friend and fellow soprano, is yet another layer of heartbreak. I love this song.

#2: "Move On," (Sunday in the Park with George) Princetown concert 2022 - Audra McDonald & Michael Cerveris

Former co-stars reunited in Princetown last year to sing this impromptu duet from the Pulitzer-winning Sunday in the Park with George. Sunday is filled with sublime music, and "Move On" is one of the best. In it, Dot appears to George, the grandson of Georges Seurat, and encourages him to move on with his artistry and stop worrying about perfection. The show itself is beautiful and complex, and a proshot is available for your convenience.

Audra and Michael had previously done a three-day, semi-staged production of this show in 2004, also featuring Patti LuPone as Yvonne/Blair Daniels (the role Christine Baranski created in the original pre-Broadway workshop). Interestingly, this trio would move on to take part in the Lincoln Center Broadcast of Passion in 2005 with Audra as Clara (the Marin Mazzie role), and Patti as Fosca (the Donna Murphy role).

Michael Cerveris would play Giorgio multiple times in his career, including the 10th Anniversary concert with Marin and Donna.

#3 Tonight: Quintet (West Side Story) - Lucky to Be Me: The Music of Leonard Bernstein (2010) - Kelli O'Hara, Donna Murphy, Michael Cerveris

Speaking of Michael Cerveris and Donna Murphy, and joined by Kelli O'Hara, this audio comes from a 2010 concert celebrating the music of Leonard Bernstein. The youtube video incorrectly attributes this to a 2012 concert, but it is not.

"Tonight (Quintet)" is, of course, from West Side Story, where Bernstein wrote the music, and Sondheim wrote the lyrics. Because this was a concert, certain singing parts are taken by those who would not sing such parts in a full production...anymore. (Lest we forget Natalie Wood in the movie.)

Donna sings Anita, and Kelli sings Maria, the two young Puerto Rican women in the show. And I think we'll leave that there. Michael Cerveris sings the part of Riff, and they are joined by Cheyenne Jackson as Tony.

Also featured in this concert is the amazing, incredible, beloved soprano Victoria Clark, who has starred opposite all three of our Gilded Age actors at one point or another. As the Margaret to Kelli's Clara (Light in the Piazza), the Sally to Donna's Phyllis (Encores! Follies), and in Titanic with Michael Cerveris. Theatre, it's all connected.

#4: LoveMusik (2007)

A little more on LoveMusik. While I've already detailed a little on my Donna Murphy post, here's some more about Michael Cerveris, two-time Tony winner. As Kurt Weill, Michael was nominated for a Tony, Drama Desk, Outer Critics Circle, and Drama League Award, but did not win any. While the show itself was given mixed reviews, the performances of Donna and Michael were almost universally praised.

The 2007 Tony Award for Best Leading Actress in a Musical included three Gilded Age nominees. Debra Monk (Curtains), Audra McDonald (110 in the Shade) and Donna Murphy (LoveMusik). All three lost to Christine Ebersole of the Grey Gardens variety. Fair. I suppose. However, Audra and Donna tied for the Drama Desk. And there WAS a wonderful clip of their award ceremony online for years, except now that I need it for this, it's been taken down. Of course.

#5: "At the Ballet," (A Chorus Line) - Audra McDonald & Kelli O'Hara

Joined by Megan Hilty, Kelli O'Hara and Audra McDonald performed "At the Ballet" from A Chorus Line at a Lincoln Center Marvin Hamlisch tribute in 2013. Audra showcases a robust lower range I simply adore. Unfortunately the lower key change leaves Kelli's soprano in an awkward place, but I love her anyway.

A Chorus Line is one of the musical theatre greats, and while "At the Ballet" is often overshadowed by "What I Did for Love," it's my personal favorite. The original stage show ran for 6,137 performances, and was nominated for twelve Tonys, winning nine. After Follies, this is the show I most want to see fully staged. A 50th Anniversary revival was rumored back in 2016 for 2025, but I'll believe it when I see it.

#6: The Ladies Who Lunch (Company) - Take Me to the World: A Sondheim 90th Celebration - Christine Baranski & Audra McDonald (ft. Meryl Streep)

Legends. Icons. Divas. What more can I say about "The Ladies Who Lunch," performed by Christine Baranski, Audra McDonald, and Meryl Streep, mother to Louisa Jacobson? As the story goes, they had done so many takes that by this time, they were well and truly on their way to being drunk. And yet, Audra McDonald still sounds more exquisite than anyone on earth.

I watched this when it premiered "live" on YouTube during the early days of the pandemic. Several Broadway stars who would go on to The Gilded Age are featured, including Kelli O'Hara, Laura Benanti, Nathan Lane, and Michael Cerveris.

It has been almost four years, and I have still not recovered from this song's placement in the concert. Picture it: you have just been emotionally wrung out by Donna Murphy's revelatory "Send in the Clowns," sung whilst seated in front of an Al Hirshfeld print of Passion, with her cleavage out in true Mrs. Astor fashion. And then suddenly there's jaunty Company music, and an illustration of the great Elaine Stritch with her martini glass high. And then there is Christine Baranski in a bathrobe and a truly massive glass of red wine. And you think it cannot get any better. And then the second verse hits and there's Meryl Streep with a cocktail mixer. AND THEN Audra Fucking McDonald. They put those two songs back-to-back and expected me to recover one day? As if.

Bonus: "Lips Together, Teeth Apart" (2018) - Nathan Lane & Christine Baranski

While not a musical performance, I would be remiss if I didn't direct your attention to this masterpiece. Did you ever think you'd hear Aunt Agnes gunning to see Ward McAllister's dick? No? Well, here it is. Terrence McNally wrote "Lips Together, Teeth Apart" specifically for his 1991 original cast which included Christine as Chloe and Nathan Lane as her brother Sam. And they are going through marital troubles with their respective spouses. Nathan and Christine reunited in 2018 to perform this scene for McNally's 80th Birthday.

But the Gilded Age connection doesn't stop there:

In 2019, The New York Times Magazine ran a special "America 2024" issue, as a tribute to Terrence McNally. The whole thing is a fantastic read, and I'd recommend it. In it features photoshoots depicting scenes from several of McNally's plays, including "Lips Together, Teeth Apart." And look who's here: Donna Murphy as Chloe (the Christine Baranski role), Broadway's Leading Man Brian Stokes Mitchell, Michael Shannon as Sam (the Nathan Lane role), and Katie Finneran.

And on one of four covers for this issue, Celia Keenan-Bolger.

With that, the conclusion to my little Diva miniseries. I hope you've found this as entertaining as I have. And if you'd like me to go into more detail about anything you've seen throughout this series, let me know, because I have so much more gossip and drama that I had to restrain myself from adding.

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[fashionbooksmilano]

Des oiseaux Paolo Roversi

Texts : Chiara Bardelli Nonino, Guilhem Lesaffre

Atelier EXB, Paris 2023, 88 pagine, 20,5x26cm, copertina rigida, fotografie a colori e b/n, lingua inglese, ISBN 978-2365113854

euro 60,00

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Maître de la photographie de studio, Roversi a substitué au top-mode, pour une série réalisée au Polaroïd grand format, des oiseaux de fauconnerie. Figure de la photographie de mode, directeur artistique et grand portraitiste, Paolo Roversi collabore depuis plus de quarante ans avec les plus prestigieuses maisons de haute couture, parmi lesquelles Dior ou encore Yohji Yamamoto. Nimbés de lumières saturées, hiboux, chouettes et faucons posent face à l'objectif. L'approche minimaliste du portrait et les tons monochromes, qui ont fait la signature du photographe italien, donnent à voir dans toute leur majesté un faucon royal, un hibou moyen-duc et une chouette princière. Les oiseaux, posés sur un tabouret ou le dossier d'une chaise, se tiennent avec élégance, regards parfois étonnés d'être là, devenu sujet digne d'attention. Le temps paraît suspendu : dans des tons violines ou presque vieil or patiné, la présence tranquille, l'envol soudain, le regard surpris des oiseaux confinent presque au pictural. La grâce de ces rapaces, la beauté de leurs plumes et la puissance de leur présence se révèlent sous la gélatine argentique et dans les couleurs évanescentes caractéristiques du photographe. Cette série inédite de Roversi offre un nouveau regard sur les oiseaux : leurs liens aux hommes, comme modèle artistique.

For this fifteenth title in the collection, the great fashion and portrait photographer Paolo Roversi invites falconry birds into his studio and produces an intriguing series in which owls, owls and falcons appear drenched in saturated light on large-format Polaroids. The Italian photographer's signature minimalist approach to portraiture and monochrome tones reveal these birds of prey in all their majesty. Installed on a stool or the back of a chair, the birds pose elegantly, their eyes sometimes astonished to have become subjects worthy of attention. Time seems to stand still: in shades of violet or almost old gold with a patina, the birds' quiet presence, sudden flight and surprised gaze almost verge on the painterly. This new series by Roversi offers a new way of looking at birds: their relationship with man, as an artistic model.

21/01/24