#abby was surprisingly sassy

[thecryptidart1st]

So I am claiming ownership over FNAF now

[nor-4]

Hiii I wanted to ask if you could do a metalhead fem x mike schmidt in a relationship but she is really sweet and mike didn't expert that when they started dating (sorry if there are any spelling errors english isn't my first language)

Hii so about this i might put my favorite band but you guys will probably hate it sorry o/(╥ᆺ╥)\o anyways this is time skipped after the pizzeria thing so mike has better life here!

Pairings - Mike Schmidt ft. Metalhead!Reader

Abby clings to you as you are with her on the field trip to family day farm as both you are picking fruits. "Can i go to my friends over there?" abby asked as she looked up to you as you nodded on agreement telling her to be careful.

As on the background there are fathers who are with their kid talking on the background, "Yeah i heard that's only her sister." That one creepy dad said as his friends agreed with his delusion.

"Careful she might bite" The other one said as they laugh out loud making you look at them as if you will bite them as they stopped laughing.

Mike gave his nod on the lady guard as he knows her for a bit long time from constantly dropping abby off the school. As he easily saw you as he sneakily walked on your back, "Hey miss can you name five type o negative songs?" mike asked as you turned around sassily facing him as he chuckled sitting down beside you.

"i bought you your favorite flowers darling. I'm sorry i was late." He excused as he kissed you on your head before sitting down, "It's fine i know you're a busy man now." you smiled at him.

"Yeah she's a really cool woman. I sometimes call her mom cause she is cool." abby show off said as she was playing with the toys you bought her just yesterday because it's shopping day, "Really? I wish i had someone like her!" her friends bickered as they look at her mom gagging over the thought of her white boring mom.

"Darling it's already time to eat." You said as they were surprised seeing you beside them as abby took your hands walking happily with you, "I'm so inlove with her.." one of abby's friend said kicking over his feets.

"Hey abs did you enjoy playing today?" Mike asked as abby sat between you and mike, "Yeah even though it didn't start yet, can you please help us pick fruits?" abby asked as she is starting to chug down the food that mike had just bought as you hold her back.

"Hmm yeah sure why not??" Mike said as both of you enjoyed the day taking abby on a family day like her own parents.

It was already time to go home as expected abby became a little bit sassy as she was already tired and sleepy so you hugged her on the back seat so she will have a support as mike played a song of one of the bands you like same goes abby's.

Abby is really new to your taste in music and she was really amazed, after hearing all your favorite songs it surprisingly calms her down on this kind of episodes. So mike bought cd music's so abby can play music on her own for sometimes.

[izzy-the-chaotic-gremlin]

So I have a fan child idea for The Noise and Noisette

Her name would be LemonCake, she would be a rude and sassy little girl but would also be really loyal and sweet once you get to know her

Her personality is literally Amity from th Owl House

She HATES peppino, but hates Maurice more and surprisingly she would like Sophia since Sophia is to cool to be hated by her

She would be born a right before the tower fell, like around a month or two

She's around 13

Carettra would be the one to teach on her how to use a lighter

Naya would be the designated babysitter

Abby would be the one to continually get her gifts :]

Noah and her just kinda chill lafmo, like they just watch slasher movies together or somthin I duno

And ya that's my little idea for a The Noise × Noisette fan child :]

Tell what y'all think pls!

@mrfellsans @cutechan555 @luigigirl12

[misscrazyfangirl321]

what about a nikabby thing where he's just like :D at something to do with her?

Jenga has never been his game of choice; it’s too loud, for one thing, and it’s far too much work for such little payoff (the fact that he’s absolutely terrible at it isn’t relevant at all, of course). Still, though, this game has been going on for the better part of an hour. Henry was out in the first round, and Kate in the second. The big guy held up surprisingly well for someone with such huge fingers, but in the third round, he too was eliminated. Will lost in the previous round, leaving only Helen and Abby to play. That was nearly 25 minutes ago, and what everyone had assumed would be a quick game has evolved into something... Fascinating, to be honest. 

Both women are quite competitive (Abby hides it better, but now it’s on full display), and their every move has been a ruthless attempt to destabalize the tower enough to leave the other without any moves. 

They’re both grinning ear to ear, of course, having the time of their lives. And Nikola? Well, he’s rather enjoying the show. 

“There’s no shame in conceding, Abigail,” Helen says lightly, eyes dancing. 

Abby shakes her head, smile never wavering. “There’s no shame in winning, either.” 

Helen’s brows fly up, somewhere between surprised and amused; Abby seems like such a sweet girl, her sassiness always catches them all off guard. (No one’s watching Nikola, so he doesn’t bother to hide his own smile.) 

“Of course not, but I hardly see how you can-” 

“Aha!” In one smooth movement, Abby slips out one of the blocks at the bottom: the middle piece, leaving only one side piece to support the entire tower. It shouldn’t hold, but somehow, it doesn’t fall, even when she carefully places the block atop the stack. 

Helen’s mouth falls open; she’s not the only one (Nikola, of course, is above such things... Or at the very least, no one can prove otherwise). 

Abby’s cheeks are flushed pink, pleased and surprised at her own success, and she’s, well... Adorable, really. There’s no other word for it. Abby Corrigan is absolutely adorable. 

No one dares breathe as Helen reaches out, carefully tapping a single block to see if it’s loose. It is (lucky her), and she slowly begins to push it out. It takes longer than it normally would, but at last, the block is free. She grins to herself, sets the block on top of the tower... And scrambles back to avoid being showered by falling blocks. 

The tower collapses, and Abby yelps in sheer delight, hopping to her feet and doing what can only be called a victory dance as the others applaud. 

“Well played,” Helen says at last, and it’s clear she’s trying to look annoyed, but the shine in her eyes betrays her. 

“You, too.” 

Abby glances at Nikola, and the smile she gives him catches him off guard. It’s soft and proud, but entirely for him (as if she’s been trying to impress him this whole game). 

“Bravo, Abigail,” he says simply, letting his familiar sarcasm lace the words, but holding her gaze. 

Her little curtsey is-once again-adorable, and his smile only grows. He’s always been fond of lightning storms, but perhaps there’s a little room in his life for sunshine as well.

[ao3feed-thefoxholecourt]

Line of Fire

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by JostenlovesMinyard

Neil Josten is a famous actor. He’s sassy, talented, handsome and surprisingly clever. His most recent appearance in The film adaptation of ‘Simon Snow: Carry on’ Has everyone swooning over him. However, popularity has its downsides. For Neil, that means the life he put behind him keeps rearing its ugly head time and time again. His close friend and fellow actor, Kevin Day tells him he needs to get a bodyguard, Neil can’t really put it off anymore especially since a new problem has arisen: a stalker. When Neil meets Andrew Minyard he cannot see how he’s the agency’s top man. He’s 5”0, partially deaf and as sassy as Neil. Andrew proves he's more than willing to put his life on the line to save Neil and he’s damn good at it too. It becomes difficult when his feelings begin to grow for the very person he’s been sent to protect and he finds himself thinking with his heart instead of his head. Neil might not be so keen on seeing Andrew in the line of fire either. When the stalker situation grows even more dangerous, Andrew and Neil find themselves looking to each other for protection. But that puts them both in the line of fire.

Words: 2552, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: All For The Game - Nora Sakavic

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Neil Josten, Andrew Minyard, Matt Boyd, Danielle "Dan" Wilds, Allison Reynolds (All For The Game), Renee Walker (All For The Game), Nicky Hemmick, Kevin Day, Aaron Minyard, David Wymack, Abby Winfield, Betsy Dobson, Nathan Wesninski, Mary Hatford, Riko Moriyama, The Moriyamas

Relationships: Neil Josten/Andrew Minyard

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Bodyguard, Alternate Universe - Actors, mentions of other actors - Freeform, Fluff and Angst, Fluff, Slow Build, Slow Burn, Bodyguard Andrew Minyard, Actor Neil Josten, Angst and Feels, Angst with a Happy Ending, References to Carry On by Rainbow Rowell, Stalking, Partially Deaf Andrew Minyard

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[kar3npage]

The Resort Show

Chapter 7 of Sewing Scissors and Throwing Knives is up! Read from the beginning here. Last chapter: Andrew and Aaron have an argument, they have the fitting for the show. I update this fic every Monday.

Neil feels like he’s barely been in New York before the Resort show comes up. Time is moving too quickly, sliding through Neil’s hands like water. Every time he thinks he has a grip on something, it all changes.

The doomed feeling isn’t being helped by the ever changing world of fashion. Allison has been around more often now that the show is coming so quickly, and Neil has found that he enjoys the feisty, sassy comments that are flung around while she’s in the building. 

Neil has also been getting to know the other members of the team. He hadn’t realized how quickly they accepted him until someone would spout a fact about him, like how his favourite colour is grey (“That isn’t a colour, Neil” Kevin has said with derision) and how he has a soft spot for fruit. He stomach starts turning every time he gets a glimpse of a life with a sort of ‘work family’, like Dan always said. The worst was the longing that came with.

And the work. Neil loved the work. He forgot about the stopwatch ticking away, the impermanence of the situation, the danger of it all when he worked side by side with these people who took him in.

Show day dawned to be bright but crisp. Andrew picked him up at the hotel, like always, but it was much earlier than they usually started their day. 

They had spent most of last night working on final touches, and it was cozier than Neil thought possible with such a hard deadline looming. They had all piled into the sewing room and him and Kevin finalized the lineup while the others worked on details. The atmosphere had been warm and comfortable, and Neil felt content. The feeling was a drug, and he was already afraid that he would never have it again.

The car was uncharacteristically silent as he climbed in and a glance at the other occupants confirmed that they were as exhausted as him. Even Andrew had dark circles under his eyes, and Nicky was zoned out as he looked out the window. Nicky and Kevin both gave Neil a look of tired anticipation as he settled into the back seat and he grinned at them, and Andrew. Andrew just huffed, but Neil noticed that his jaw was softer today, his body less tense than usual.

The office had a similar mood, and Matt almost bowled Neil over when he got inside. Kevin attacked Nicky before he could leave for his office to talk about the logistics of the show being live streamed on instagram and Dan shouted at them for a team meeting. 

Neil dropped to the wall while everyone else crowded forward, trying to stay by Andrew. When Dan started her pep talk, Neil ignored it to pay attention to Andrews calm exterior.

“If I didn’t know you better, I would say that you were looking forward to this,” Neil murmured. 

Andrew huffed, a corner of his lip twitching a bit. “Good thing you know better then.”

Neil is sure that Dan’s speech is as motivating as they always are, but he ignores it in favour of watching Andrew play with his pack of cigarettes. He doesn’t need to be more excited, he needs to keep calm before the show.

Kevin has slipped into that razor focus that made Neil admire him in the beginning. He’s cool and composed, and he works surprisingly well with Neil. After criticizing him non stop over the past month or so, he seems to have forgotten about Neil’s shortcomings for the day. 

In fact, he hasn’t let loose a single well meant but brutal comment on anyone yet. He collaborates with every single member of the team (although there is a tense moment with Seth for a moment, before Renee refocuses their attention) to ensure that the day goes perfectly. 

The excitement is boiling away under the surface, but everyone is working harder than Neil has seen so far. Nicky has been running the social media and posting approved behind-the-scenes photos while they work, and Neil feels a surge of affection for the team. Matt ruffles his hair every time he passes by him, Jeremy sends him a bright grin when he pops in to chat with Kevin about something, Allison gives him a compliment peppered with profanity on the design of his that ended up in the line, and Renee squeezes his shoulder in passing. Never in his life has Neil felt this much love in a room, and not a single one of them were stuck with him. They just decided that they wanted him there. 

And, like a magnet, Neil’s gaze kept moving to Andrew. He still needs to talk with him about what happened at Edens Twilight and ask him why he pressured Kevin to include Neils design, but for now he’s content just to see the reliable black clad figure. Always the calm in the center of the storm.

By the time the makeup and hair is almost done and people are starting to take their seats out in the venue, the day is still going suspiciously well. 

“Something has to go wrong,” Neil says in disbelief to Dan. He’s standing at the bottom of the stairs where the models are starting to line up. They’ll be going up the stairs into the mansions grand hallway, where most of the guests are seated. From there, they will walk into the sitting room and circle back. The baroque styled, frilly venue had been chosen as a contrast to the sleek designs that made up the collection. It was a slightly run down old manor house with silk wallpaper from the early 20th century gracing the walls. Neil had helped Kevin look, and he was ridiculously pleased with the fact that Kevin chose it. Although, he probably chose it because Andrew had given it a nod of approval rather than because Neil liked it. He was pleased anyway.

Dan laughs. “I know, it never goes this well. Usually a hem tears or a gown suddenly doesn’t fit an hour before the show. But let’s cross our fingers that our luck holds.”

Neil nods, but he has a sinking feeling in his stomach that it won’t.

The cue that the show is nearly starting is Allison and Kevin showing up at the bottom of the stairs with the rest of the models. Neither of them look flustered in the slightest, despite the many shouts for their attention. Kevin sidles up to Neil and looks him up and down critically.

“You’ll do. Nicky did a good job.”

Neil snorts. His new wardrobe came back from Abby in the nick of time, and he’s wearing a charcoal three piece suit with a matching charcoal shirt and a gold brocade vest. Nicky had cried when he put it on, like it was his wedding day or something. From across the room Matt gives him a beaming thumbs up and Allison mouths something that he doesn’t catch but makes Dan laugh.  He feels himself blush, so he watches the models to hide it.

There’s a feeling of pride rising in his chest as he looks at the finished pieces. 

Never has he been a part of something so large, or something that was so close to his heart. He can hear the noise of a large crowd up the stairs and he can barely keep the grin in check. Kevin elbows him softly to catch his attention.

“Come,” he tells Neil, already walking up the stairs.

He leads them to the grand hallway, just behind the doorway that the models will come out of. The line of chairs are already full with big names that even Neil can recognize. They’re chatting amiably, like there aren’t a million cameras going off. He can see an even larger crowd in the sitting room, and yet more noise is coming from outside where guests are still arriving on the red carpet. It’s overwhelming and incredible and magnificent and Neil is certain that he made the right decision to stay.

By the time they’ve made it back down the stairs, Andrew and Renee have come back from wherever they disappeared to. It’s funny to see the staff all dressed up, even though they dress nicely for work every day. Andrew is wearing a full black suit with an asymmetrical vest. It reminds Neil of the jacket he designed for this collection. The thought nearly makes him trip on the stairs.

The show itself passes far faster than Neil would have expected. Nicky is still walking around, constantly updating their feed to keep viewers in the loop and Dan has an earpiece in to help her direct the models. She sends each of them up the stairs with a gentle push and a grin.

Neil almost wishes that he could watch the show from a seat, but he stands between Kevin and Allison who both explain what is happening as it progresses. 

They peel off to walk the runway at the end and Neil can hear the enormous applause, which the rest of the team joins in through the finale. Neil has relaxed, but that knot of dread is still in his stomach. As the models stream back in, he waits anxiously for Kevin and Allison to come back to the safety of the downstairs. It’s a silly thing, since they will all be milling around and chatting throughout the after party anyway, but he wishes that he could keep an eye on his people while it’s so crowded.

The applause downstairs stutters when Allison reappears, Kevin pale and shocked looking beside her. Her hand his gripping his arm and she looks furious. Renee and Andrew fight their way through the models as soon as they see them, Renee with a calm but determined look on her face. She says something briefly to Kevin, then gently rubs Allisons arm to soothe the anger the radiates off of her.

Neil shares a look with Allison, then works his way over to Kevin as well.

He’s leaning heavily on the wall, his tall frame dwarfed by his terror.

��What happened,” Andrew says harshly. Kevin’s breathe wheezes in his chest. “Kevin, what happened.”

“Riko’s here,” he says finally, sounding winded. All of Neil’s air leaves his lungs, but he concentrates on keeping on his feet. He can’t afford to lose his mind while Kevin is panicking so obviously. It would betray the fact that he knows the Moriyama’s too quickly to everyone in the vicinity. The entire team knew about Kevin and Riko’s past, it wouldn’t take long for them to put 2 and 2 together if Neil had a panic attack at the base of the stairs.

“How did he get in?” Neil asks once he’s certain that his voice won’t betray him.

Disgust twists Andrew’s face in a shocking show of emotion. “He has a vested interest in the company, nothing is stopping him from having a little visit.”

Kevin looks to be on the verge of tears. “I can’t do it Andrew, I can’t go back. Oh God, oh God.”

“Kevin” Andrew has a firm hold of his lapel in an effort to keep him standing. “Kevin, listen to me. You will not go back. Even if he asks you. Even if he orders you to. They need you here, remember? Ichirou needs this company to do well, and it won’t without you. So you can’t go back.”

Kevin nods and Andrew pulls a flask out of his vest pocket. Kevin grabs it and takes a few swigs, drinking like it’s water. Neil can smell the vodka from where he’s standing, and he grimaces at the scent.

Andrew slowly lets go, holding his hands up in case Kevin topples. There’s a tense moment while they watch Kevin get a hold of himself, then he nods firmly. 

“You two will stick by?” he asks, his voice the shell of his usual tone. Neil is surprised to be included in the ‘security detail’ along with Andrew, but he nods anyway.

“Into the frying pan…” Andrew mutters as they follow Kevin back into the fray.

[migleefulmoments]

Debunking

We’ve talked about this scene before- the Kurt rant given by Santana. Naya just said she was uncomfortable and she mentioned that Chris was upset.  sugdendingle just posted that Chris “liked” her Tweet where she called out how much she didn’t like it.  She added a second comment that includes: 

sugdendingle

None of the other cast were personally attacked in the ways Chris was and to the extent Chris was. I don’t know what Ryan Murphy’s issues were with Chris but he clearly he had some....I’m talking about real life here. About how Ryan Murphy and his writers used the character of Kurt to personally attack Chris Colfer on a regular basis and it’s clear Chris agrees to some extent as he liked my tweet.

That scene in season six was one of the worst examples but hardly the only one. Chris not being traditionally masculine was like a running joke on that show. As was remarks about his voice, his appearance, his sexuality, how he danced, etc. Yes other characters faced insults but it never got as personal as it did with Chris and it wasn’t as extensive either. The insults to Kurt went on right to the end of the show you can’t say the same for the other characters. It’s just really sad that Chris had to endure a work enivorment like this especially considering he was bullied when he was younger.

Abby adds: 

My opinion. The poor treatment stems from extreme jealousy. For many, many reasons. And of course c’s refusal to do as he’s told.(X)

Debunk #1 

None of the other cast were personally attacked in the ways Chris was and to the extent Chris was. Was Chris harassed by the writers “more than any other character”?  I spent a few minutes looking at Santana’s rants-and Santana seems to be the ranter on Glee. I don’t believe her rants about Chris’s failings is any worse than she she said about Finn’s weight. Rachel or really Lea’s nose being too big had an entire episode-and several comments through the years- and Kurt staged a flashmob at the mall to talk her out of plastic surgery. Sam was called Trouty Mouth as a running joke including a song “Trouty Mouth” sang by Santana. 

“Every time you open your humongous mouth to do an impression or to moisten a enormous stamp for a lazy giant you take on step closer to everyone seeing that you’re actually a dork” (X)

“I just heard the news that Trouty Mouth was back in town. I’ve been keeping a notebook, just in case this day ever came. Welcome back, Lisa Rinna. I’ve missed you so much since your family packed their bags, loaded them in your mouth and skipped town. Can’t tell you how many times I’ve wanted to enjoy a crisp pickle, but couldn’t find anyone to suck the lid off the jar. I assume you’ve been working as a baby polisher where young mothers place their infants’ heads in your mouth to get back that newborn shine. So glad you’re back. I haven’t seen a smile that big since the acclamation abominable snowman got his teeth pulled by that little gay elf dentist. Love, Santana” (X)

This gets loooonnnngggg so under a cut 

This one she also hit at Tina’s Asian eyes and Rachels nose- though I didn’t include that part. 

Santana: Hold up, could we all just get real here for a second? I hear that Rachel has a bit of a schnoz. I mean I wouldn't know because like Medusa I try to avoid eye contact with her. But can we all just stop lying about how there aren't things we don't want to change about ourselves? I'm sure that Sam has been at the doctor's office and riffled through pamphlets on mouth reductions. I'll bet Artie's thought about getting his legs removed since he's not really using them anyway. And I'm definitely sure Tina has looked into eye de-slanting. Tina: That's extraordinarily racist. Santana: Just keeping it real. Tina: Sorry Santana, I'm a beautiful person. I'm in love with myself and I would never change a thing. Mike: Is that why you're wearing blue contacts today, Tina? [whispers] Self hating Asian. Tina: Not too many Asian sex symbols, Mike. I'm just trying to mirror what I see in magazines. Finn: My dancing kind of bothers me. It almost killed Rachel but I like the way I look. Santana: Oh please. You have weird puffy pyramid nipples. Sam: [tries to look at Finn's nipples] Finn: [slaps Sam's hand away] Santana: They look like they're filled with custard. Or you could dust them off with powdered sugar and pass it off as some sort of dessert. Look, maybe Rachel is fine with having an enormous beak. Maybe she needs it to crack hard seeds. All I'm saying is if you look in the mirror and you don't like what you see, you should change it.”(X)

“I’ve kissed Finn, and can I just say… not worth a buck. I would, however, pay a hundred dollars to jiggle one of his man boobs”. (X)

Santana: “Please stick a sock in it or ship yourself back to Scotland. I’m trying to apologize to Lumps The Clown. I am sorry, Finn. I mean, really, I’m sorry that the New Directions are gonna get crushed by the Troubletones. And I’m also sorry that you have no talent. Sorry that you sing like you’re getting your prostate checked, and you dance like you’ve been asleep for years and someone just woke you up. Have fun riding on Rachel’s coattails for the rest of your life, although, you know what, I would just watch out for her come holiday time if I were him, because if I were her, I’d stick a stent in one of those boobs and let the Finn blubber light the Hanukkah lamp for eight magical nights.” (X)

Santana: “Why is everyone staring at me like I’m Finn and I just won a butter eating contest” (X)

She even hit him during The Quarterback “Okay, I know that Finn had his doubts about God but I am convinced that Squishy Teets is up in heaven right now plopped down next to his new best friend Fat Elvis helping themselves to a picnic of baby back ribs smothered in butterscotch pudding and TaterTot grease so this is for you Hudson” (X)

She also did a combo Finn/Sam rant “Not only am I giving you full visitation rights to the set of rambunctious twins that live on my rig cage, you get the chance to show that pastry bag Finn that he can’t mess with Sam Evans. And not just because you can unlock your humongous jaw and swallow him whole like a python…” (X)

The Kurt rant 

“Kurt I took what you said to heart, and I thought long and hard about it, and it occurred to me that you may have a point. Okay, maybe Brittany and I are too young to get married. I mean, after all, that's why it didn't work out with you and Blaine, right? Or maybe it didn't work out because you're a judgmental little gentrophile with a mouth like a cat's ass. Maybe Blaine got tired of hearing your shrill, self-aggrandizing lecture about how you felt the two of you were at the very apex of the gay rights movement every time you so much as cooked macaroni and cheese together or farted. Maybe Blaine didn't want to be with someone who looks like they just removed their top row of dentures every time they smile or someone who doesn't dress like an extra out of one of Andy Dick's more elaborate wet dreams. Maybe Blaine grew weary of dating a breathier, more feminine Quinn Fabray. Maybe he finally got freaked out about your strange obsession with old people that causes you to skulk around nursing homes like one of those cats that can smell cancer. Maybe he got tired of watching you drape yourself on every piano you happen to pass to entertain exactly no one with, say, some song that Judy Garland choked on her tongue in the middle of or some sassy old Broadway standard made famous by another dead alcoholic crone. Maybe Blaine woke up one day and said, "You know what I don't want to marry a sexless, self-centered baton twirler. Maybe I need someone who knows more than three dance moves: "the finger wag", "the shoulder shimmy" and the one where you pretend to twirl two invisible rainbow-colored ribbons attached to your hips. So, you know what, maybe that's why it didn't work out. Maybe it has nothing to do with me and Brittany. Maybe it's just that you are utterly, utterly intolerable. Maybe that has something to do with it."(X)

Conclusion: Chris was not attacked more than other actors on Glee.  The writers were pretty vicious about the physical characteristics of Rachel’s nose, Finn’s weight and man boobs and Sam’s nose. They also wrote about Damian’s height referring to as Leprechaun. All are very personal attacks about the actor; not the character.  Finn’s boobs were used as fodder for humor after he died so the idea that no other character was humiliated throughout the show is untrue.  

Debunk #2 

I don’t know what Ryan Murphy’s issues were with Chris but he clearly he had some. Ryan didn’t write Santana’s vicious lines-Brad Falchuk did.  I spent enough time researching this and finding late-season interview is hard but earlier interviews show that Ryan really respected Chris and Kurt.

Ryan did an interview with NYT in 2010  Q:Is this story in any way autobiographical or a reflection on your own experiences growing up?

A:It wasn’t really true to my experience at all. But I know so many people that it was true to. It was very true to Chris Colfer’s experience, and working with him for the past year, he would tell me stories. It’s amazing to me — last year when we did the “Glee” tour, every time Chris Colfer came out on that stage for his bows, 100 percent, he got the loudest cheers and applause, from all groups of people. Little girls, parents. A lot of people have embraced him and he’s part of their television-going family, so to see an episode in which he’s physically threatened is very upsetting for people, I think. But it puts a face on it. 

Q: It’s still rare to see gay characters on prime-time network programs, let alone one who is out in the way that Kurt is, and at a young age. Is there ever any pressure on you to tone down the portrayal of that character?

A: No, surprisingly not. Three episodes into the series last year, when we did the “Single Ladies” football number with him, he became an audience favorite and people started to write about that character and Chris Colfer. I think that character is in many ways the most important character on television, particularly for kids. When I was growing up, there was nobody like that. I think that character changes lives. I think that character launches conversation, both good and bad, and that’s a very powerful thing. I’ve done shows where if a character is a little bit controversial, the network and the studio are like, “Could you please tone that down?” They never did that at all with this character, and they were all very supportive of the story line. (X)

“Growing up in Indianapolis, Murphy sang in his church choir and immersed himself in high school musicals. His father was a semi-pro hockey player who was baffled by a son who requested a Vogue subscription when he was 5 years old and performed in his bedroom, holding a hairbrush in front of a mirror. He may not have understood his son, but he accepted him, even when Murphy revealed that he was gay at 15″.

“Having a dad that loves you as a young man is a very powerful thing that you carry into the world,” Murphy said. “Because no matter what you do, in some weird, unconscious way, if you’re a guy, you always try to please your dad. I think it’s a great thing to put on television. You’ve seen the gay character that gets kicked out of the house or is beaten up. You haven’t seen the gay character that is teased a little bit, but wins and triumphs.”

“The scene in which he tells his father was taken verbatim from Murphy's own life. Murphy felt that the scene was "a great thing to put on television", because, while gay characters are often isolated and attacked, audiences have rarely seen an openly gay character who "wins and triumphs". He further explained, "The show is about making you feel good in the end. It's about happy endings and optimism and the power of your personal journey and making you feel that the weird thing about me is the great thing about me. I've done other shows with gay characters, and I will say that in many of those cases, the gay characters didn't have a happy ending. And I thought you know what? Enough."(X)(X)

We also know that Ryan created the role of Kurt specifically for Chris. 

We don’t know what happened with the fall out(s) on set. Chris said he wouldn’t work for Ryan and 

“To this day, I'm devastated by everything that happened with that show." (X)

Other interring things I found:

“Over the course of six seasons of Glee, which petered out earlier this year, there was plenty written about backstage drama, fractured relationships and the death of star Cory Monteith from a drug overdose. All Murphy will offer are his own misgivings about his role on the show. "I was there with them all day long, and then we'd finish work and we'd go out and have fun all night, and I guess in a weird, twisted way, I was trying to relive the childhood I never had," he says. "I thought they wanted a parent, and they didn't. They didn't want me to tell them what to f—ing do. They didn't want me to tell them how to treat each other or what the world was like at the end of the day. I wish I could go back and do that differently with a lot of those actors. Some of them I'm still very close to: Lea Michele, Chord Overstreet, Darren Criss — but there were some that didn't work out well, and I regret that. I guess I just wish I had been able to let them figure it out for themselves."(X)

Conclusion: Ryan is a grown man and didn’t have it out for Chris. He respected Chris and used the Kurt role to tell his story of being a gay boy in small midwest town.   

Debunk #3

The poor treatment stems from extreme jealousy. For many, many reasons. 

Abby has claimed Ryan is jealous of Chris many times over the years-it still isnt’ true.  Ryan is a very successful producer, writer, creator.  I found a few quotes to back that up.  

“It's a peculiar thing to be asked by Murphy, 50, the closest thing the TV industry has to a proven hitmaker, save, perhaps, for Shonda Rhimes. Over the past decade and a half, he's made pop-culture juggernauts out of plastic surgeons on Nip/Tuck, high school misfits on Glee and witches, nuns and nymphomaniacs on American Horror Story. And in that time, he's become a name brand himself, more famous than all but the biggest stars in his sprawling casts. The showrunner, both pop savant and provocateur, has one of the richest eight-figure deals in television and a coterie of loyalists that includes Gwyneth Paltrow(with whom he's about to pitch a musical dramedy), Julia Roberts, Jessica Lange and now Lady Gaga. He's hosted President Obama at his home for a $40,000-a-couple fundraiser, and when he mentions his friends Norman, Barbra and David, he's referring to Lear, Streisand and Geffen.(X)

"There's a limited number of creators in film or TV where if you put the title plus their name — if you say, 'Steven Spielberg's blah blah blah' or 'Marvel's blah blah blah' — you're going to get a different answer than if you don't," Landgraf says, "and Ryan is one of those guys."(X)

Chris is a successful writer and if he is successful in writing and directing the TLOS movie, he could be a power player in Hollywood. But right now- even with his Time 100 award, he isn’t anywhere near Ryan Murphy.  I suppose Ryan could be jealous of something other than Chris’s success but I have seen no evidence of that. 

Conclusion: Nope. 

[not-so-freshman]

When It Clicks.

Becca x MC (Alison)

on a evening where Alison convinces Becca to try a game with her nerdy friends.

Word Count:1800+

This was requested by absolutely no one, i just wanted to write it for me, and that is why i started writing to start with, for me and my silly ideas. I had a lot of  fun with it, and i hope you enjoy it too. (Also not been proof-read, sorry.)

“So, you want me to play some video game with you?” Becca said, slightly surprised at the suggestion, she was sure she never shown any indication at being into any such thing before.

“Yeah! Why not, isn’t that what couples do? Take an interest in each other’s hobbies and interests?” Alison was excited at the idea, she was really interested in seeing how Becca would react, whether she would enjoy it. Becca was always full of surprises, she had managed to get into watching The Crown and The Flame with Alison, something previously conceived to be far to nerdy for Becca to endure never mind enjoy.

“Don’t you think playing video games is a little childish, oh wait look who I’m talking to!” Becca mocked, Alison smiled in return, she did rather enjoy the teasing back and forth that they had, it was one of the reasons why they worked. Becca’s smile quickly faded and her face fell, her eyes following, dropping to the floor as she questioned herself. “Won’t I be absolutely useless? I wouldn’t want you to get fed up with me.”

“i’m really not that competitive, besides you’ve shown yourself to be very adaptable.”

Becca rolled her eyes, and blew out a sharp exhale almost in defeat, she did make a very good argument. And how could she say no to that half smile Alison always pulled when she knew she came out on top with an indefensible argument.

“I still can’t believe I agreed to do this.” Becca said in complete disbelief, had she really fallen so far since her parent’s divorce. she couldn’t help but think to herself, the college’s queen bee about to play a video game with the campus’ nerd herd.

Alison, Tyler and Trip all took seats around the kitchen table with their laptops, they started to get comfortable, shifting in their seats as they loaded up the game they would be playing. Becca rather reluctantly took a seat next to Alison, her subconscious looking for a little bit of comfort and familiarity, about to take part in something, less familiar. And rather surprisingly she found herself grow a tad nervous as Abbie walked over placing her laptop in front of her. “its all ready to go Becca” Abbie said enthusiastically, seemingly curious at how the girl would fair, but then she seemed to remember something, she remembered who she was talking to. “please don’t break it.”

“Why would I break it?” Becca asked, quite confused at what she was suggesting.

“She means thank you for letting her use it.” Alison corrected on Becca’s behalf.

Before they started playing for real, they took Becca into the practice range so she could get used to basic movement, controls and concept. But After about 10 minutes, she got antsy and they grouped up.

Select your hero

Becca looked through all the character portraits, as quickly as she could, but she was very aware of the ticking timer and quickly felt hard pressed to pick despite being completely overwhelmed. She knows she should probably ask for a suggestion, she even knows that Alison wouldn’t mind, but Becca, she is independent in everything she does, and picking a hero in this silly video game was not going to be an exception. She wanted to impress, she was adaptable after all.

Oh she’s gorgeous, I’ll pick her. She thought to her self, finally settling on an angelic blonde bombshell, who’s looks rivalled her own.

Few moments later.

“What am I meant to do with a stick!!” Becca said with a raised voice, she was getting quite frustrated having died for the 3rd time in a row, and only a minute in.

“You can heal or damage boost, or swap to her pistol.” Tyler said, before throwing his arms up having his character meet an unnecessary demise, being just a few feet from Becca’s hero.

“so, I’m essentially useless!?” Becca questioned.

“Not useless! You are very important part of the team, you support people” Alison said reassuringly. “Just like you do with me in real life.”

Becca blushed, an “awww” creeping out of her mouth without permission, slightly betraying her cool, tough exterior, her eyes connected with Alison’s and they smiled warmly at each other before quickly leaning in to touch lips.

Match lost.

“Ooooops, sorry guys.” Alison said, apologizing to Tripp and Tyler, their small kiss causing them to wipe and lose the point, losing them the match at break neck speed.

Tyler laughed though in good spirits. “Its fine, it was kind of cute.” “yeaaa, real cute.” Tripp said rather unconvincingly, Becca went unusually quite and kept to herself, aware of the loss she was sort of accountable for.

“Maybe Mercy isn’t for you.” Tyler calmly suggested picking up on her change of mood, he looked at Becca and studied her, thinking back on her past actions. “Maybe you need a more offensive character.” he concluded, Becca quirked her eyes brows at him, questioning him with her eyes, a gaze so intense Tyler began to boil. “Oh, I don’t mean offensive as in aggressive, I mean offensive like more, erm sassy?? And badass and erm.”

Becca rolled her eyes and began to look through all the characters again as another timer counted down to the start of another round.

“There is just so many to choose from.” Becca said, she sounded almost disheartened.

“We could try mystery heroes? Its out of Becca’s hands then” Alison suggested. Tyler nodded in agreement and backed the party out of the match before the next round.

They all enter the next match and the game randomly selects everyone’s hero, they all jump around spawn waiting for the timer to reach 0, and the door to open, Becca wasting time walks up to a mirror in the waiting lobby and is greeted by her characters reflection.

“OMG? Is this me? This giant gross pig? How do I change?” she says in complete and utter disgust at the rotund figure.

“ITS MYSTERY HEROES!!!” Tripp shouted losing his cool. His ears instantly enflame in red when all the eyes in the room stare at him, he cleared his throat nervously. “sorry, that was very uncandian of me.”

“You only change when you die.” Alison decided to add, glossing over Tripp’s uncharacteristic outburst.

“When I die you say?” Becca says a hint of mischief in her voice, the door for the spawn room opens, as if on queue. Becca steers her rounded character to the end of the map and jumps off the side, she even lets out a playful and snide giggle, pleased with herself and her skirting around the rules, or so she thought.

“Oh, but they patched it so if you kill yourself you stay the same character” Tyler decided to add a few moments to late as Becca’s Roadhog had already fallen to an early demise and respawned.

“For fu-“

-          Later in the match. -

Several team deaths and several respawns later, Becca seemed to be picking up the game, controls were becoming second nature, hero depending. She was even picking up on the games objectives. That didn’t mean she didn’t make any mistakes though.

“Alison look, look!” Becca shouted out excitedly, quickly following it up with a cackle.

Alison shifted to the side and looks on with a big grin on her face, pleased and surprised Becca seemed to be enjoying herself. “I just blocked this idiot from getting in the room with my ice wall!!!” she said beaming.

“THAT WAS ME!” shouted out Tripp once again, a voice carrying the weight of mounting past losses, something he was not used to. He closed his laptop, strangely calm, almost liked he had snapped and he stared out to space. Alison and Becca took the opportunity to get up, stretch their legs and get a drink and a snack.

“You doing okay Becca?” Alison asked, she only got a shy nod as reply. “You actually seemed to be having fun.” She said to Becca, she placed a hand on the small of her back. A tiny display of comfort.

“I... actually was, and don’t tell anyone I said that!”

“But?”

“But I’m clearly not very good at this Overlook or what ever its called.” Becca says disappointed but Alison smiles warmly.

“I think, it just hasn’t fully clicked with you yet, once you find ‘your hero’ you might end up having more fun with it.”

“so, what I hear you saying is...” Becca speaks softly as she saunters up to Alison with a wicked smile, she captures her by the waist and reels her in, close. “...I just need to find the right person, that fits me.” She says her smile growing ever wider.

‘Yeah, I guess I am, you just know when it clicks.” She says as she wraps her arms around Becca’s neck, pulling her close.

Alison and Becca return to the kitchen table just as Tyler pats Tripp on his shoulder encouragingly, trying to convince him to continue playing with them.

“You know I seem to remember a certain KappaCutie not being very good at this either, but still we played on.” Tyler said knowingly, unusually confident for himself. Tripp laughed inwardly and clasped Tyler on the shoulder just as he did before opening back up his laptop. “You’re right buddy.”

They played another hour, each time being dragged to defeat by Becca as she tried through the many characters, trying to find someone who worked for her. They’re were a few she actually enjoyed but even less she could use.

The sun was setting, as afternoon faded to the evening and they all agreed on one last game.

The 4 of them fought tooth and nail, it was close all the way through, they defended with everything they had. The match’s end balanced on a thin edge on overtime, Alison’s team just needed to keep their enemies away from the capture point just long enough for the timer to tick down. Her team were flailing and it was seeming more and more likely that would concede defeat. But then a loud roar sounded out simultaneously from everyone’s laptops, a big red ape jumped into Alison’s view, swing his arms wildly in a rage.

Double kill!

Triple kill!

The over grown ape killed half the team, the other 3 knocked away from the payload, the timer rapidly began to wind down, granting Alison’s team the victory.

Victory!

“Wow did we finally win?!” Becca exclaimed, not fully certain if she was following properly. Alison, Tyler and Tripp stared at the screens, disbelieving what they had witnessed.

Play of the game!

“Hey! That’s me!” Becca said even more surprised than before. She looked around, puzzled at the silence. she expected a little more excitement for their first win together.

“Oh…my” The three said in unison, their mouths dropped open in surprise, Tyler shook his head in realization.

“Becca’s a Winston main!”

[nathanielwessninski]

AU!Football (Aareil!Andreil), Part 1.

I feel quite angry because yesterday I spent hours writing pieces of this, so that suddenly the light goes out in my urbanization and EVERYTHING I wrote is erased. fuckin 'shit. Now, again, I come back to this because it really is an idea that has not left me alone all day yesterday (and today). In itself, it is an AU in which instead of the Foxes being an Exy team, they are now Football, except Neil, who will now be a Vixen.

This will be like a light introduction to the characters.

Here the sport of Football is mixed, so the alignment will be the same as in the canon, except that Neil will be a cheerleader and Seth will be alive and occupy his 'position'.

Kevin will continue to be an obsessive sportsman who plays with an injury to his left hand (because of Riko), but will recover. Seth is less asshole here, because I admit that a certain part of me liked the character and I want to give it a try, but it will still have its sassy bitch side (not really homophobic).

(Seth and Allison are not in relationship romantic here, but they are best friends; Renee and Allison are girlfriends).

(The Moriyama here are not any kind of mafia or anything like that, only a high-ranking business family; and Riko is just a jerk. Do not worry).

Allison and Dan are still wild and loyal to theirs, and with Renee shutting the fucking mouths of all those who still think that a girl can not play a contact sport as well as a guy.

Matt and Nicky are smiling and adorable as always, but protective of their family. Andrew is a little less aggressive than usual with the Foxes (God bless you, Betsy Dobson), but an imbecile with sociopathic instincts as always; is a little closer to them and can engage in small conversations when the Foxes aren't being intrusive (Renee helped a lot to get to this type of 'truce'), and on RARE occasions defended the fools when someone tried to pass with them.

Aaron does change here a little more than the others did, it's something more closed than before in terms of his thoughts and feelings, but he considers the Foxes the true family he never had, although it took a lot to reach this understanding (Nicky , Renee and Betsy fought a lot for this); he is among the first to jump to defend them, although he is usually a asshole with them.

Another radical change is found in the fact that Aaron never sent a letter to Andrew, so they never met or knew of each other's existence until a slightly funny situation occurred at the University; It was something like Nicky strongly confusing Andrew with Aaron, which brought many questions that had no answers until they reunited the twins in the same room (along with a broad search in the family registry and a blood test).

Andrew had just transferred to PSU to continue his career in Criminal Justice, due to certain complications (he savagely beat a professor who tried to hurt Bee) at his previous University; To say that he was stupefied by such a finding would be bullshit, he really expected a strange shit like that of his sanguine 'family', not that he cared more, actually. What he was curious about, with a simple transfer of universities, he had just discovered that he had a twin and a cousin.

At first he stayed away from them as much as he could, he did not care a bit, he just focused on his classes and visiting Bee in his new office (she got a new job at PSU as a psychologist for his athletes).

Until she confused Andrew with Aaron when coach Wymack led his team to meet before her and decide what day it was for each of them to have a session with her. From there she advised Andrew a lot about how well it could make him try to know and approach this part of his family that he did not know, and that they seemed to be alone (besides the Foxes).

It was a complicated and lengthy process that Andrew and Aaron could engage in a long conversation, without monosyllables or sharp and sarcastic answers. From there they were able to reconstruct a bit of family history: Tilda gave both twins up for adoption, only to finally repent a bit and take one of them (Aaron) before finalizing the paperwork, Andrew went to the Foster System (and then to Juvie for his problematic attitude) and Aaron stayed to live with an abusive mother for years (not that Andrew was better in the foster homes), until he met Nicky and after his mother died of an overdose (and a strong argument between Nicky and Luther Hemmick in which the minor finally cut off all relationship with them), Nicky took Aaron's custody (with the help of another distant relative who did not agree with the method of raising of the Hemmick).

Andrew suffered physical and psychological abuse in the homes to which he was given, but was only sexually abused once by Drake Spear when he was thirteen, one year after he was adopted by that family; but on that occasion Drake was caught in the act by the very Cass Spear, who called the police directly.

Destroyed for having failed a child as wonderful and amazing as Andrew was, she moved some contacts to move Andrew to an adoption and help institute where a distant friend of Richard Spear, Betsy Dobson, worked as a psychologist. (And after two years of understanding, fighting and love, Andrew let Betsy finally adopt him).

So, now both twins and cousin are in the process of approaching with help from Betsy (poor of her, with Andrew antagonizing everyone, Aaron being scathing and Nicky very gaudy).

A few months later, and all three of them maintaining a more civilized relationship, Andrew was slightly coerced by Bee (again) to join the football team (which was a fucking trick because Betsy knows there are VERY few things that Andrew can deny her).

(At times, Aaron admits to himself that he feels somewhat jealous of Bee's close and loving way of being with Andrew; he would have loved to have someone like her nearby).

Andrew's expressionless face and slightly psychopathic behavior constantly intimidates the Foxes a bit (except Renee and Wymack, and sometimes Allison), but over time they get used to it.

Aaron does not even like football, but he was violently harassed by sportobsession!Kevin Day to be part of the team after having seen him wildly tackling a son of a bitch who tried to touch Neil Josten (And Nicky happily joined the team to not be alone).

Aaron have a thing with Neil Josten, everyone knows it (except Andrew, because he don't know about Josten).

The day that Andrew Minyard met Neil Josten was fucking memorable for Allison: it was on a type of team-building weekend organized by Dan and Wymack, that they somehow managed to reunite everyone including the twins and Seth (Bee and Abby were really happy).

Then as the day progressed and the afternoon fell, they decided to make a movie marathon in Abby's living room, but before they needed to recharge supplies, so Wymack asked Renee and Allison to take care of it; somehow the trip was joined by Andrew and Seth.

They arrived at 7/11 and set out to collect different types of snacks for everyone; then in one of the corridors Allison spotted a very familiar auburn hair, let out a small squeak of joy and ran over there, alerting Andrew and Renee that they thought there was some threat, only to see the blonde hugging wildly to a short guy.

After leaving the mysterious boy and letting him breathe, Seth also approached and released a sassy comment: 'look just who is here, if it is other than a whore vixen smartass'.

Before any Fox could say anything else, the unknown boy (for Andrew and Renee) counterattacked: 'what's up, drug addict? Have not you received your daily dose, that I notice you something cranky?’

Surprisingly, Seth only grined sideways and stretched out a hand to stir the hair of the boy under: 'how did you do in the competition, midget?'

The auburn boy reply to Seth: 'of course we won, Gordon; nobody compares to us, so I hope you Foxes do not leave us in bad during the season'.

In that Allison jumps and assures with conviction: 'clearly this is our season, Josten, we have two new members who are monsters in the field when they want; we will destroy the asshole of Riko'.

Josten only gave a small laugh at that and nodded in support; and that sound really caught Andrew's attention, that he looked up from the candy shelf to finally see the one who seemed to be friends with Gordon and Reynolds, being stunned.

'Shit,' was the first thought that went through Andrew's mind, followed by 'fucking gorgeous' and 'problem': in front of him was a boy a few inches taller than him, with auburn hair and impossibly blue eyes, like celestial ones. Beautiful. His left cheek had a slight pink burn of three circles, barely visible, and on his right he had three fine cuts; However, not a single one of those scars left any kind of beauty, not even remotely. Even though Andrew's face remained expressionless, an intense blush was staying on his cheeks as he detailed the impressive boy in front of him; he never had seen someone so painfully attractive like Josten.

Allison noticed it (Renee too, but she did not anything).

The blonde took the Vixen's forearm and pulled him closer to the group saying: 'Oh, right! You do not know Renee or Minyard, personally; You never could meet to meet my Renee and Minyard arrived when you were in the competition. Babe, Monster, he's Neil Josten, sub-captain of the Vixens.'

Renee introduced herself and greeted him kindly, curious about the times when his girlfriend talked to him about this boy, Andrew only blushed a little more when Neil looked directly at him but swerved off with a cutting: 'Cheerleader, really?'

Before Allison spoke, Neil responded quickly and sharp: 'What, I do not look like that? Then you'll have to excuse me, I forgot to put on my uniform skirt for you.'

The right corner of Andrew's mouth trembled (the closest thing to a smile that Renee had seen in him): 'so sassy, Vixen.'

A grin formed on Neil's lips: 'so, Andrew Minyard, I could say it's a pleasure to finally meet Aaron's twin, I've heard a lot of things from you'.

Andrew like: 'I bet were not good at all'.

Another short laugh came from Neil's lips: 'no, they were not, but they're still interesting'.

A thought was shared among the other three present in the scene, something like 'fucking weird flirting' (being kinder in Renee's head).

Andrew may only want to kick himself when he felt so trapped looking at Neil's fluffy lips.

[the-music-keeper]

My First Semester As An Official Piano Major

Most musicians know well the blood, sweat, and tears that come with making music a career, but we wouldn’t go through all that if not for the incredible reward that comes with the work. To me, part of that reward comes in the people I get to walk this journey with.

Such as the lovely people who dressed up in goofy period costumes to present music history to the six kids who attended the children’s music festival (top picture). From left to right, Cameron played Prokofiev and had the perfect accent to accompany the part, Sara played Debussy and had the best sassy, I’m-better-than-all-y'all-and-you-know-it attitude to enhance her performance, Harold played Rachmaninoff and had the big hands required to actually play his stuff, Yawsameen played Bach and got the kids to sing happy birthday since the day of the festival was also the anniversary of Bach’s birth, and me, who played Haydn and tried to spray-dye her hair gray since she didn’t have a great wig like Yawsameen did. (The dye didn’t take, and my plan failed.)

The next two pictures were taken by Alan, one of the grad students. He’s from Brazil and he doesn’t mind my openly affectionate personality. The picture on the left Alan took in a store in Washington, D.C., and he texted me the picture because he said the hat made him think of me. (I wore a black fedora similar in style to the one in his picture most days this past winter.) The picture on the right was taken when I was trying to take pictures with my friends and Alan stole my phone. (The other guy in the picture, Dom, knows by now not to question weird things that happen. I haven’t quite gotten that lesson through my skull yet.)

The fourth picture was taken at Annaliese’s birthday celebration at a Thai ice cream place in Harrisonburg (the birthday girl is in the middle). Many lovely ladies had come to celebrate, and we laughed together and played Chinese checkers until the store closed. It was a most lovely evening.

The fifth picture is a still with me and Yawsameen, the first friend I made within the piano major. I’m so glad I asked her to go to dinner that night after Jazz Improv last fall.

Everything else was taken at the JMU Keyboard Association’s spring party Monday night. We pitted the professors against each other in a game of cornhole; surprisingly, Dr. Steinberg won! I also made an arrangement with a student of his, Thomas, who would like to do the first movement of the Haydn concerto I’m doing for the concerto competition next winter – problem is, I already claimed that movement. So we may end up accompanying each other on the same movement for the competition if Dr. Steinberg agrees. I don’t know what he’ll say, but I hope it works out because Thomas is really nice and I’d love to work with him.

Anyway, picture six is a silly one (obviously) with me and Abby, a Syracuse native. I can’t help but wonder how Harrisonburg looks to her – I feel like it’s a little small for such a larger-than-life personality. The student who got caught in the middle (literally) is Selma. I love how done she looks in that picture; I laugh every time I look at her face in the still.

The next row is me with the piano professors! On the left is me and Dr. Steinberg, whom I had for Piano Lit I this semester. I really enjoyed the class, and it was quite helpful with the historical essays I had to write on my repertoire. In the middle is me with Dr. Dobner, whom I had for Accompanying. He advocates for the piano students if there’s a workload issue or scheduling problem with the instrumental students, which I appreciate. On the right, I’m trying to take a picture with Dr. Piitz and Dr. Dobner has photobombed it. He’s probably the silliest out of the piano faculty, although they all joke around quite often.

And finally, we have a picture of me and my piano professor, Dr. Piitz. I cannot stress enough how utterly grateful I am to have her as my piano professor. She pushes, yes, and she sets challenges before the student and expects them to work out those challenges, but she knows how to teach according to the student’s needs, and she’s great at working around limitations (e.g. my super tiny hands). She’s a wonderful woman that I respect and admire very much, and again, I thank God that I was placed in her studio.

Next year, there will be videos and more consistent stories as well as pictures. But for now, please enjoy the pictures.