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openheartfanfics · 4 years ago

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Rewrites: Book 1

Book 1 Rewrites | Book 2 Rewrites

Chapter 17: The Oath

🎭 Angst | ☁ Fluff | ♥ NSFW | 📚 Series

Bryce x F!MC

In An Instant - @fantasyoverreality98 🎭 MC recounts the way she felt after the Mrs. Martinez trial, and all the changes that came with it. Mentions of Ethan x MC

Re-Evaluating Life - @lucy-268 🎭 After sneaking Bryce out of their apartment, Maggie gets ready for work and re-evaluates her choices.

Ethan x F!MC

A Thank You - @trappedinfanfiction ☁ Celia got through the hearing, now she needs to say thank you.

Always - @missmiimiie ☁ Ethan lets his thoughts wander the evening after the hearing. (Mod Note: More angst than fluff.)

Breakfast - @utterlyinevitable ♥ Two weeks after her ethics hearing and a few nights of stolen moments, Becca and Ethan are having breakfast in his kitchen when she asks him a question.

Cupid - @justanotherrookie ☁ Naveen and Ethan have a conversation after he gives Denise a spot on the team. [1.17 Rewrite]

Do No Harm - @blazerina 🎭 They decided to call it quits but they’re both having trouble processing the events and what their relationship really meant to them both. Set after 1.17.

Everybody Hurts Sometimes - @coffeeheartaddict2 📚Ⓜ [extended: wip] Casey is a top intern at Edenbrook, Ethan is the lead of Diagnostics. They share a secret of treating the revered Dr Naveen Banerji but is it all they will share. TW: Addiction and abandonment issues

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Goodnight - @justanotherrookie ☁ Denise and Ethan have a sweet conversation before bed. 1.17 Rewrite.

Like I’m Gonna Lose You - @usuallyamazinglyaverage ☁ A dance leads to some overdue confessions. Set a few weeks after the end of 1.17.

Mentor - @starrystarrytrouble ☁ Three times Naveen spoke to Ethan about MC. Feat. Naveen

Never Let Go - @liaromancewriter ♥ After spending one last night together, Cassie and Ethan know that their relationship must revert to that of intern and attending. But they don’t know how to let go.

One Last Night - @takeharryandgo ☁ For a few hours more, they are just people. Set at the end of Book 1.

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The Way I Loved You - @josiesopenheart 📚 [mini: wip] Josie makes a tantalising proposition to Ethan about how to spend their two months together before she joins the diagnostics team.

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We’ll find a way - @perriewinklenerdie 🎭 They share some confessions in the middle of a storm. Set after 1.17.

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princesskokichi · 5 years ago

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kiibo, leon, and kaito getting matching tattoos with their s/o

ehh, such a cheesy thing,,,,, my partner better be ready to have a small heart on their left thumb,,,,,, if i ever get a partner - mod kokichi

[ K I I B O ]

- it was lowkey his idea

- okay maybe not his idea, but he was the one who brought the attention to the subject

- he learned that some people cough cough amami cough cough sometimes put a needle with ink inside of it through the skin multiple times to draw art on their skin that would last the rest of their lifetime

- and he just ??? got amazed

- he kept talking about different tattoos he found on the internet for the week prior to getting one

- and dear god don’t let him see a person who had tattoos or he would go beserk

- but in the end you got his hints at wanting one, and brought it up to the surface that you thought having a couple tattoo was a cute concept

- he was,,, dumbfounded

- what the fuck is a couple tattoo ?? a pair of tattoos that match on each part of your body ??

- you explain what they were and then ya’ll picked two out for each of you, which was a loading bar with 100% love loaded

- it was a cute gesture, although he swore up and down when he first saw it that the idea was robophobic lmaoo

[ L E O N ]

- tattoos were cool !!

- but his partner was even cooler, so hells the fuck yes !! this shit sounds awesome !!

- he didn’t even question why you wanted one, he just immediately agreed and you both started picking out tattoo

- you didn’t mind it when he would show something a little excessive & say “ i’m gonna get this next ! “ because you knew that it’s his body & his choice,,, plus he was already nervous for the simple little tattoo you were going to get

- he got so nervous the day of getting the tattoos that he almost backed out of it

- quite a few people recognized him for his ultimate talent tho, which was kind of annoying & made him want to prove even more that he wasn’t just baseball, so he sat down at the leather chair and got the tattoo

- the tattoo you both choose was two “ i love you “ s written down on the wrist in a pretty but thin font, just perfectly visible while being simple and cute

[ K A I T O ]

- bro he got so excited but he didn’t want to show it off & tried really hard to look calm

- this kind of stuff is just right up his alley

- he’s not the kind of guy who enjoys to show affection in public or anything like that, but he likes the more subtle ways to show that he loves you

- and that you were his, and he was yours. that was what he wanted to show in a very subtle and permanent kind of way

- he was the one who brought it up, but as a joke, because he didn’t want you to shoot him down harshly ( it would have hurt his feelings, lowkey. and then maki would have gotten angry at you for hurting her young master’s feelings. and you don’t want maki after you )

- you agreed to his proposition, whether or not he was joking being irrelevant

- he showed you the one he wanted ya’ll to get & you exploded with “ oh my gosh i want it !! it’s such a cute design “

- you both ended up getting the first one he showed you even though he and you exhausted multiple different possibilities

- you both got a small arrow on your pointer fingers, like cupid’s arrow

- he found it very endearing & ended up literally crying after getting the tattoo

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komaeda2000 · 4 years ago

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I agree, you deserve to feel loved bc you are baby -mod Cupid of kokichi-ouma-16

I don't understand why everyone is being so kind to me... I don't deserve it......

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castlevania-afterdark-imagines · 5 years ago

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Fem s/o soft-doms Isaac (pt. 1)

Mod Rose and I realized: Of all the boys, Isaac is the only one we haven't done something submissive with yet... so I went hard. Because this boy could use a gentle dom in his life.

She was going to drive him mad. She had proposed this...idea weeks ago, with the feathery bat of her eyelashes that he could never say no to. It was the reason she used that trick at all.

Isaac was a patient man, but this wasn’t waiting, it was torture. It was catching her eye during meetings, a devilish gleam winking back at him but giving no indication of when. It was small nips on his lips when he would kiss her in passing, the scent of her hair lingering in the air when she would scamper out of reach. He wanted to say he hated it, wanted to tie her down and take her affections in hand but she had promised something much sweeter when the time was right.

Finally he caved in, bursting through the door to her room with speed that half slammed the door for him. She didn’t seem surprised at all, simply putting a marker in her book and setting it aside as he crossed the floor and grabbed the arms of her chair. He was panting, his skin electric as the calm in her eyes only served to stoke the flame.

“Beloved,” he mutters, willing himself to be still instead of shaking. “Have I not been patient enough? Or is there some task you are waiting for me to accomplish?”

A flicker of confusion crossed her features which upsets him further. Is she not under the same spell? Unable to taste the tension in the air? Or is she tormenting him further?

“You told me,” he forces out, looking down at her neck instead of meeting the eyes now searching his figure for answers, “that you wanted to experiment, to try…”

“Ah, is that what has you so pent up?”

He huffed a laugh, feeling like an idiot. She must be toying with him, she couldn’t truly be so immune.

“If that is what you wish to call this curse you’ve set on me. My mind has been unable to clear since you mentioned it. It is in my work, my footsteps, and I was under the impression it was in yours as well.”

A hand brushes over his, bringing his gaze back up. She smiled softly, the grasp on his gives a tender squeeze. “Would you like to start now?”

Isaac finds himself smiling back, no more calm but warm instead of burning. “Isn’t it a bit against the grain for you to ask that? You did say you wanted to take control for a night.”

“Just because you are in the habit of pinning me to a wall and having your wicked way with me at any hour of the day or night does not mean it is the only way control can be taken.”

He couldn’t argue with that, though he did smirk at the sudden flood of very pleasant memories. “Of course. Then how will you have your way with me? I cannot stand the waiting much longer.”

“Isaac…”

“I am serious. I am not afraid of pain, if that is the reason you hesitate. Whatever you will of me just take it and if it pleases you, be quick about it.” His brief tirade is cut off as two soft hands cup his face, stealing his thoughts as her thumbs brush over his cheekbones.

“Isaac, breathe.” He does, though it ends up being closer to a frustrated grunt of air in her face. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to drag you on like this. You did so well holding on for me.”

He isn’t sure what to say to that. He’d expected...well, anything else. A rough order, perhaps even a light slap on his cheek to gain his obedience. All he is aware of is the consistent back and forth of her thumbs brushing the skin by his eyes and the way her pupils have grown wider in the dim candlelight.

“I will do anything you ask,” he utters, feeling his grip on the armchair soften. She gives a little shake of her head and he knits his brows in confusion.

She tugs gently on his face, “Come down here first.”

He becomes faintly aware of the height difference he’s holding above her, and carefully kneels down without breaking the hold she has on his face. Now she’s only slightly above him and his arms fall limply to his sides. He feels a little frustrated, still trying to piece together her intent. She has his entire history of teasing and tempting her at her disposal for reference material. He almost expects that she will order him to strip here on the floor, or maybe even kiss her feet. For anyone else he’d sooner turn to bite their hand but the idea isn’t as immediately repulsive as he thought it might be. But she does neither, instead leaning forward so that they are nearly nose to nose. It feels like his heartbeat has set pace to the motion of her thumbs.

“Isaac, I think you might be misunderstanding what I’m after.”

“Then tell me plainly, and I will see that you get it.”

“You are so eager to please me,” she observes, but the statement out loud makes a shiver run down Isaac’s spine. “But I need to know something first.” She starts to remove her hands and Isaac finds himself following them for a moment before straightening. Her fingertips trace over the collar of his robe, he can feel the faintest pressure against his skin. “What would you like me to do to you, Isaac?”

Again he feels a rush of fire, wishing she would just do the deed already. It is hardly the first time they have been intimate, why does this feel like she is asking permission to touch him all over again? He just wants her to-

“Put your hands back on my face,” he says, his lips pursed in the beginning of a frown. Damn her, she laughs instead of getting upset at him for his curtness.

“You must really be in a state for your manners to have vanished so quickly,” she chides him, but her soft hands again return to his face. He exhales a sigh against the warmth, eyes fluttering closed. There’s a feeling of...satisfaction there, pressed to his temples. She was supposed to be taking control, dominating him, but had given him what he’d asked for. Well, demanded. Perhaps this limitation could be tested further.

“Kiss me,” he orders, eyes flicking open when he feels no movement. She’s giving him a raised eyebrow, corner of her mouth pulled into a smirk.

“Come now, my love, you can still say ‘please’ can you not?”

He feels his face flush in frustration but sighs when her palms press lightly against his face. Fine, if she wanted to play that game...

“Would you kiss me, please?” The word felt foreign on his tongue, he’s much more accustomed to hearing it fall from her lips in wild desperation when he’s buried inside of her and refusing to move fast enough for her liking. But that flicker of a memory fades as he watches her grin and slowly lean forward to press her lips against his.

Unlike her brash invasions of his mouth that he’s been accustomed to receiving all week, this kiss is different. She is painfully slow, his eyes fluttering closed as she tilts his head to her preference, her mouth moving slowly and gently pulling his lower lip between her teeth but not so much as scratching him with them. His soft grunt of impatience is swallowed and forgotten, his breath slowly stolen as she only pulls him closer. Her knees part to let his torso bend between them, his hands finding balance on her knees. When she slowly parts their lips enough to allow breath between them he feels drunk, skin hot and mind foggy. Their half lidded eyes meet for a moment before she grins and returns to her thorough exploration of him. When he feels the flick of her tongue asking for entry he parts his lips eagerly, her quiet moan making him tighten his grip and twist the fabric of her skirts.

Finally he comes up for air, a gasp like breaking though the surface of water rushes between them. He’s aware of a dull ache in his knees but that is overshadowed by the insistent tightness in his britches. Her eyes gleaming and lips glossy, she seems to sense his discomfort. A careful slippered foot nudges between his knees and presses the back of it against his crotch. He hisses a breath between his teeth, face held still by suddenly firm hands. She looks delighted.

“Tell me, what do you want?”

Isaac wants to scream, but she’s carefully rubbing against his cock just enough to derail him. He finds himself suddenly lacking the words, he’s wanting many things at once but can't quite pin down exactly how. He wants her to keep touching him, to kiss him more, but also for the love of every grain of sand at the bottom of the sea to get on with it. Blessedly she seems to understand, giving his cheek a little pat.

“Soon. But first, a little...reprimand for being so rude earlier.” His lips part to protest but she presses her left index finger against them to silence him. She traces his Cupid’s bow carefully, giggling when he crinkles his nose against the sensation. “Would you like to apologize to me with this?” she asks, tapping on his bottom lip. His eyebrows jump up, before a small smile pulls at the delicate skin under the finger. Her meaning is clear, a little blush betraying her otherwise cool demeanour. Any other day he might tease her but the dull fizzing in his brain instead tells him to nod, and is rewarded with the delighted excitement sparking in her eyes.

She tells him to scoot back a bit, rest his knees for a moment. He listens, folding his legs once he's shuffled back enough for her to stand. He watches from the floor as the removes her clothing at an agonizing pace. It is like sitting at an oasis but only able to watch the water ripple instead of throwing himself into it, though he supposes he will soon get permission to drink.

Only once she is bare does he realize he's been gripping the fabric of his robes at his knees, and that he's panting. She notes it as well, and drops to one knee before him. His traitorous eyes follow the crux of her legs before following the centerline of her body to her eyes. Usually she would chide him for staring so blatantly but instead she reaches forward to touch his cheek, a shaking breath leaving his mouth as she turns her palm to cup it. When had he stopped breathing?

"Isaac?"

He nods, not sure what he's agreeing to but is vehement about it. Her smile reflects on his own face.

"Are you ready to please me?"

"Without question, yes." Idly he's reminded of using that phrase to address another "master", it amuses him to think of how Dracula would react knowing how the current context of its use.

She peppers a few kisses to his brow and he closes his eyes against the temptation to stare at her very available chest. It might help keep his hands from reaching forward as well.

"Then let us begin," she purrs. She stands and steps back to the chair where she's carefully laid out her clothes to sit on, a good plan consisting what happened to the last chair they'd used for their exploits. She leans back, pointing her toes before deliberately opening her legs to present herself. She beckons him forward with a curl of her finger and he is crawling forward before he pay mind to the image of one of Dracula's generals being in such a submissive position. He is only aware of the glittering smile she gives him, the gentle touch of her fingers on his hands as he grips her knees, and the blissful sigh that parts from her lips as he worships her with his tongue. Her thighs shiver beneath his hands and he feels the vibrations travel down his spine.

He is always painfully attuned to her body, reading it for the tell tale signs of a job well done. Isaac requires no instructions to satisfy her. But now she is tracing the curve of his skull with her fingers, murmuring demands of where to lick and how hard to suck. He obeys and is rewarded with praises and another rock of her hips against his mouth. Not having to think of his next steps he feels entranced, mind silent for everything but her and the burning need to keep following her lead.

Isaac only surfaces from the haze when he feels a gentle tug on his collar. His eyes open to see her panting, a brilliant flush across her cheeks and chest. She holds him still and shuffles up to kiss him again. He nearly backs away, face drenched in her juices but she doesn't seem to care. If anything she cleans his lips with careful flicks of her tongue, leaving him the space to catch his breath between strokes.

"Touch me, Isaac," she purrs, pulling his hands from her thighs and bringing them to her waist. He greedily complies, rising up on his knees to wrap his arms around her, pulling their torsos together while she leaves him drunk with kisses.

As much as he wishes he could live in this moment for the next era the heat in his groin is becoming unbearable. When he lifts a hand with the intent to at least rearrange he is stopped, hands placed back to her waist as he grunts softly against her lips in frustration. Just as he believes he will have to beg again in order to seek relief she sits up, pulling his lower lip carefully between her teeth for a moment longer than necessary to draw a strained moan from him. He gazes upon the glossy and bruised red mouth before him and considers reaching forward to drink again. Then her voice draws his eyes up, "Are you ready for more?"

More; an everything promise with no answers, yet again. But instead of arguing Isaac simply nods and squeezes her waist between his hands.

"Yes, please."

-Mod Soviet

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x5red · 6 years ago

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Sixty fun & fascinating facts about the classic Supergirl (2 / 4)

Welcome to part two of a fun four part series to mark the sixtieth anniversary of the classic Kara Zor-El’s debut in DC Comics in May 1959 -- sixty fascinating facts, one for each year since her introduction.

Compiled below is the second set of surprising or unusual trivia super snippets about the original intrepid Argo City teen who leapt from that crumpled Midvale rocket ship. Covering her original Silver and Bronze Age incarnation, in comics and on screen, each factoid is calculated to intrigue and delight – hopefully even seasoned Kara fans will find a few morsels of trivia that had previously escaped their attention.

Enjoy…

16. She has a criminal record.

One of the nice things about being a superhero is that you get to smash up entire city blocks, throw large vehicles around with gay abandon, and generally cause billions of dollars worth of mayhem to major public infrastructure – all without consequence. That is, assuming you don’t do any of those things in San Francisco. In Adventure Comics #399 (Nov 1970) Supergirl detains some fleeing gangsters by using her super-strength to block the ends of a road bridge. At the story’s close, after dealing with urgent matters elsewhere, she returns to the bridge to be met by members of the San Francisco Police Department, who charge her with criminal damage to public property and obstruction of traffic. (The cops do at least thank her for capturing the gangsters, but only after they insist she fixes the bridge..!)

17. Her mother didn’t originally have a name.

The bond between Kara and her deceased Kryptonian mother is a big part of modern Supergirl mythos, but surprisingly when Supergirl was first introduced Kara’s mom played such a small role in her origin that writer Otto Binder didn’t even give her a name. In the original telling (and subsequent re-tellings) of Kara’s origin story, Kara’s mom was simply “Zor-El’s wife”. The name “Alura” first crops up in Action Comics #291 (Aug 1962), but subsequent stories couldn’t decide on a consistent spelling: one L or two(?) When reader Glen Chihara complained in Adventure Comics #384 (Sept 1969), DC standardised the name as Alura with one L. Readers then had to wait until Krypton Chronicles #3 (Nov 1981) for Alura’s full family name, Alura In-Ze, to be revealed in a Roots-inspired mini-series dealing with Superman’s family origins.

18. She was originally intended to be a major character in the Superman III movie.

Flushed with the success of the Christopher Reeve Superman movie, and with a sequel close to completion, producer Ilya Salkind started to sketch out a potential future direction for the movie franchise. His initial story outline for Superman III, penned in November 1980 then updated in March 1981, envisioned a tale centred squarely around romance -- romance between Superman and Supergirl..!

A flashback reveals another escapee from Krypton, a young Kara Zor-El, crash landing on Brainiac’s planet (”all black and sinister”), where she is raised to be his future bride. Preferring to seek romance elsewhere, the adult Kara flees to Earth, where her attempts to blend in among the locals are unsuccessful, drawing the attention of the Man of Steel. Kal-El falls in love with Kara, but their courtship is cut short when -- inevitably -- Brainiac shows up to claim his bride. Of course Superman wins the day, with help from Supergirl, and the movie ends with the suggestion that the cousins will likely marry.

19. It is against the law for her to marry Superman.

Around the world the law varies regarding whether cousins can marry, but Krypton law, it seems, has no such ambiguity. Action Comics #289 (June 1962) saw a young Kara play cupid by trying to find a love-match for her cousin. Naturally all her attempts fail. “If I ever did marry, it would be to someone super and lovable like... you!”, announces Kal-El as he looks deep into Kara’s eyes, “We can’t marry because we’re cousins! [...] We’re both from the planet Krypton, where the marriage of cousins was unlawful!”

(It is worth pointing out that, at the time the aforementioned tale was published, DC claimed Kara was only sixteen years old.)

20. Her Supergirl costume is super-flexible.

As the 1960s wore on, and DC allowed the Girl of Steel to age from a schoolgirl into a college student, Kara’s Linda Danvers identity took on a more contemporary look. Thanks to 60s fashions, this meant short sleeves and even shorter skirts. Inevitably fans started to ask how Kara could conceal her superhero attire beneath her increasingly diminutive mod wardrobe, prompting one of DC’s trademark ad hoc and post hoc explanations in Action Comics #342 (Oct 1966.) Her costume, it seemed, was super-flexible -- the sleeves could be rolled up tight to fit snugly under whatever swinging 60s threads Kara happened to be wearing at the time, even t-shirts.

21. She liked her men to be rugged.

The Silver Age was full of wonderfully strange stories, and the one featured in Action Comics #320 (Jan 1965) was no exception. Laying a trap for the Maid of Might, a genius in robotics named Skoll secretly scans Kara’s mind to create a perfect robot mate. The scans expose her various likes and dislikes, including the fact that young Kara has a thing for rugged looking men. An unwitting Supergirl falls in love with her manufactured mate, of course, but its robot programming is a little too good -- it exhibits genuine affection for Kara, causing it to betray Skoll and sacrifice itself to help Supergirl.

22. She owned two cats, both named Streaky.

Streaky the Super Cat arrived in the Supergirl canon just a few short months after the Girl of Steel’s comicbook debut. Readers had already begun to write in to DC to ask when Linda (Supergirl) Lee would be getting her own super pet like Superboy’s Krypto, and in Action Comics #261 (Feb 1960) DC obliged. The oft-impetuous Streaky was Kara’s faithful companion throughout her 1960s adventures, last appearing in Adventure Comics #394 (June 1970), after which writers simply forgot about him. What happened to the Feline of Fortitude is a mystery, but by Daring New Adventures of Supergirl #6 (Apr 1983) Kara seemed to be referring to Streaky in the past tense. During this issue Linda adopts a new stray cat (or was it the other way around?), christening her Streaky because, "she reminds me of a cat I used to own!"

23. Helen Slater auditioned for the role of Supergirl wearing a home-made costume.

As a test of invention and imagination, director Jeannot Szwarc asked all potential Supergirls to improvise a costume that symbolised their own idea of the Maid of Might. Slater rose to the challenge, quickly pulling together a basic superhero outfit that apparently wowed Szwarc: “She had improvised a costume with tights and sort of cloak. I just looked into those blue eyes, with that jaw-line and everything. She had it. There was just no contest with anyone else.”

24. Technically, she’s a cyborg.

In the early 1970s Supergirl narrowly dodged death when a treacherous boyfriend tricked her into drinking a potion that stole her super-powers, then lead her into an ambush of a hail of bullets. The Girl of Steel survived, but as a consequence she suffered from sporadic bouts of super-powerlessness for months afterwards. In Adventure Comics #402 (Feb 1971), scientists from the Bottle City of Kandor -- ever keen to help -- devised various bionic replacements to compliment Kara’s unreliable abilities, including an external exo-skeleton for strength, jet-powered boots for flight, and surgical implants to replicate some of her other former abilities. Eventually the effects of the potion wore off, and Kara’s true Kryptonian abilities returned, but there’s no record that she ever had the bionic surgery reversed.

25. Superman didn’t trust her with his secret identity.

Many fans agree that the Silver Age Superman was not always be nicest of guardians to the teenage Kara Zor-El, but even by the cruel standards of the time, the tale that unfolded inside Action Comics #258 (Nov 1959) was particularly harsh. Superman had thus far not trusted the secret of his dual identity to Kara. When Kara reveals her own identity to Krypto the Super Dog, Superman punishes her with banishment to an asteroid for a year. (Yes, a year!)

A crisis back on Earth, however, saw Kara return temporarily to help her cousin, after which Kal-El arranges a test to prove definitively that Kara can’t be trusted to keep her own (and therefore his) secret identity. His plan backfires, however, as not only does Kara manage to successfully protect her own dual identity, but in the process she exposes Kal-El’s own secret. Her cousin admits defeat, and Supergirl’s asteroid exile is rescinded.

26. She was a great student, but a lousy employee.

Kara’s everyday life during the Bronze Age can best be summed up as restless and volatile. She tried her hand at a variety of careers, but usually stormed out spectacularly after clashing with her bosses. Kara sought employment as a news camera operator in San Francisco, a student councillor in Santa Augusta (Florida), and a daytime soap actress in New York. Each time she quit in a fury, often uprooting herself to a new location to start afresh in the aftermath.

In-between her failed career attempts Kara returned to education. After quitting her camera operator job she enrolled on a Drama course at Vandyre University (San Francisco), and then after spectacularly abandoning her acting career she became a mature student majoring in Psychology at Lake Shore University (Chicago.) These bouts as a student seemed to be the only times that Kara was content with her life as Linda Danvers, although she never quite mastered balancing her private life with her duties as Supergirl.

27. The flying effects in 1984′s Supergirl movie were superior to the Superman movies.

Despite them wowing audiences, and making a whole generation believe that a man could fly, Jeannot Szwarc wasn’t happy with the flying effects done on the first two Superman movies. Szwarc, who directed Helen Slater’s Supergirl, recalled in a 1999 interview with Scott Michael Bosco: “They were very much in love with this guy who had worked on Superman, but I felt that what we wanted to do, the image quality was not sharp enough. It looked too fuzzy. The whole system relied on being able to use zooms and I don’t like zooms. I wanted to achieve a more graceful flying style.”

Szwarc instigated a re-engineering how the effect worked, and, after a lot of experimenting, was able to devise a new system of screen trickery to make his Girl of Steel swoop majestically over the Midvale landscape. The end result was so impressive, it even drew plaudits from Superman director Richard Donner according to Szwarc: “I know that when Sidney Furie was going to do Superman IV: The Quest For Peace he called Dick Donner for advice, who told him to talk to me because he thought the flying in Supergirl was unbelievable.“

28. She inspired the writing of the Wizard of Oz.

In a magical tale published in Adventure Comics #394 (June 1970), at a time that marks the borderlands between the Silver and Bronze Ages, Kara and Streaky are whisked by a tornado into a strange land. There they meet three other stranded characters: a robot, a cowardly monster, and a creature without any memory. To get home the five must journey into the Emerald Pyramid to find the Mysterious Motr of Doom. In the pyramid they encounter a human who was transported into this strange dimension from 1898′s Chicago. It is only after the adventure is over, and everyone is returned to their rightful time and place, that Kara reflects that the human she saved was likely L. Frank Baum, the author who would go on to write the Wizard of Oz books.

29. Her creation was inspired more by Fawcett Comics‘ Mary Marvel than Superman.

DC and Fawcett had famously engaged in a long and bitter legal battle during most of the 1940s over the character Captain Marvel (no, not Carol Danvers -- the character today known as Shazam!) At one point the lawsuit even threatened to see DC Comics stripped of its Superman copyright thanks to a legal slip-up by the syndicate handling Superman’s newspaper strips. By 1959 DC had come out on top and Fawcett had ceased to publish the so-called Big Red Cheese and all his spin-offs, including the character Mary Marvel, Captain Marvel’s superheroine sister.

But DC couldn’t help but note how popular the Marvel Family had been with both girls as well as boys -- at its height outselling even Superman. So, while looking for ways to revive flagging superhero sales, DC took a leaf out of Fawcett’s book by introducing their own version of Mary Marvel. They even assigned the former Fawcett Comics writer who had created Mary Marvel, Otto Binder, to work on her. The result was, of course, Supergirl !

30. She was actually created by Mort Weisinger.

The names most closely associated with the creation of Supergirl are, as every fan knows, writer Otto Binder and artist Al Plastino -- but are these two DC contributors the true originators of the Girl of Steel..? Interviewed in fanzine Comic Crusader #15 (1974), Otto Binder gave Martin Greim a glimpse into the true origin of the Maid of Might. “Mort [Weisinger] kept pooh-poohing Captain Marvel, saying it was a bunch of junk. Mary Marvel was a crazy idea! So, a couple of years went by and one day Mort said to me, ‘I’ve got a great idea! … Supergirl!’ Of course, I didn’t say, ‘You don’t mean Mary Marvel, do you Mort?’ To me, it was like reliving the past.”

So it seems it was Superman editor Mort Weisinger who invented the Girl of Steel -- Binder and Plastino deserve all the plaudits, of course, for turning Mort’s idea into a reality.

We’re half way through the sixty now. Remember to check out part three when it’s published for even more cool Kara content.

#supergirl #superhero #superman #comics #superheroines #dc #dccomics #karazorel #kara zor-el #silver age #bronze age

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ask-cupidswonderland · 6 years ago

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Okay mods gonna ramble a bit-

The old Cupidsquip is dead. His entire character has shifted, and it did while the blog was still active. thus why you see a pretty big shift in cupids character if you read through the blog. Even Veerah shifted slightly, and their relationship shifted aswell.

Cupid and Veerah are basically whole new characters.

Yet are still completely aware of their past. Including the human au

Weird, I know- But its kinda how my characters work.

Anyway. I wanna revamp the whole blog. It’d be... very different- and honestly not even bmc related anymore. I’m not really into Squips and bmc in general anymore. Thus Valentine, Bri-anne, phoenix, ect. have all been trashed. they dont exist anymore (frankly I think we all can agree bringing phoenix in was a mistake)

If I were to revamp, you’d have Cupid, Veerah, and 3 to 4 new characters.

once again, I wouldnt really.. have a story- as of now anyway. as things go I might bring in small plot lines... I’m not the best with stories, so my ask blogs tend to revolve around getting to know characters and how their world works.

Those few asks the other day kinda gave yall a look at what a revamp would be like. Constant 4th wall breaking, and for now, Cupid being very awkward, since I’m rather unsure of this whole idea.

I’d be lying if I said my wariness wasnt due to Crimsons whole blog, he had a rough start really, and I was pretty excited for the mythical style revamp, but it didnt kick off to well either- While I’m not surprised since Crimson and Orchid are very.. flat characters, it’s made me nervous to attempt to bring these blogs back to life.

I do think what I’d be bringing this blog into would be interesting though. some characters have some pretty deep backstories- Tied in with my own past.. .really, getting to know these guys will inturn, have you all get to know me... quite a bit.

#Mun speaks #hell technically ill be a character in the whole thing #kinda #just one thats spoken of most likely

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helpfulsuggest · 6 years ago

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So I've had this friend and we didn't communicate things very well and our friendship ended and they told me that they didn't want to be friends but after six months they texted me something and we had a small conversation but didnt talk about anything then we talked when I was upset. We had a streak which ended a few days ago but now we're snap chatting again bc they randomly snap chatted me ...Sorry I'm not sure how to approach the situation bc it does feel awkward and I'm not sure what to do?

its okay! i would recommend telling your friend(?) that this situation is a bit uncomfortable. also communicate if you want to start being friends again or not. if you do, it might be best to say something like this, “hey! i know we just started talking again after a long time, but i honestly wouldn’t mind being friends again. although this is a little bit of an awkward way to do it.” chances are, they’ll agree with you. if you don’t want to be friends again, just tell them. if they resent you for it, you can move on to different friends. best of luck! - mod cupid

#inbox #anon #mod cupid

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would-they-listen-to-that · 2 months ago

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RESULTS ARE IN!

He WOULD listen to that!

⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆ thanks for dialing in!

Would percy jackson listen to somewhere only we know by Keane?

⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆ reblog for bigger sample size!

#percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #keane #mod cupid agrees

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vishwaspur · 7 years ago

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Dabba Developments: 11th July, 2017

Not a proper episode reaction but I have thoughts!!!

Queen not being able to concentrate on her icecream and instead worried about pushing Omkara in the water - priceless.

This woman has spent SO much time just taking care of Omkara..it is second nature for her to constantly worry about him.

Even if he doesn’t reciprocate.

Y WONT YOU RECIPROCATE OMKIE?!

I’m honestly personally OFFENDED that Gauri and Bhavya are being clubbed as being in the same situation.

Cuz they are not.

Want proof?

Watch the Gauri-Bhavya scene with Shivaay.

While Gauri SLAYED with her reason of WHY she’s maintaining distance from Omkara..ACP Anda was trying too hard to fit it.

Just look at what Gauri says.

“Har rishta vishwas ke neev pe banta hai..aur ye vishwas humein toh Omkara ji pe hain...per unhen shayad hum pe nahin hai. Issi liye hum jaan boojh ke unse doori banaye hue hain. Taake unhen pata chale ke unhe masla hum se hai....ya iss rishte se.”

(Not the exact lines but context ye hi hai)

Then you have ACP Anda being all “Yeah I was wrong but so was Rudy!!! Can’t you see why I am giving him no bhav?!”

Because of course ACP Anda makes all the sense.

FML.

I’ll get to some michmichi points later.

ObBros!

ADORABLE!!

Although my eyes kept noticing Kunal’s boxers under the white shalwar he was wearing when he was standing drenched in the kitchen scene.

I liked the “Pyar Humein Kis Mod Pe Le Aya” sequence purely for the giggles cuz context wise it was so ??? It makes no sense for Omkie to be all “what is the purpose of my life anymore?” just cuz Gauri wasn’t talking to him properly.

KHAIR!! Omkie ringing the tiny mandir ki ghanti was worth it!

HE CAN’T FUNCTION WITHOUT GAURI AND DESPITE MYSELF I GOT FEELS FROM IT!!

Now I’m coming to the michmichi bits.

So basically Anika and Shivaay saw OmRu and Gauri-Anda feeling lost and incomplete without their respective partners. So Shivika decide to team up to patch the two couples.

Noble intentions, agreed.

But here’s the thing. The way it was played out...the focus is still very much on Shivika.

Which has always been my problem.

I know I’ve read pro comments like “BUT EVERYONE IS PLAYING CUPID FOR EVERYONE! EQUALITY!!!!”

Hahahah..nope.

It’s the manner of treatment.

Maybe I’m reaching, maybe I’m wrong (God I hope I am) but the way I saw it..it was Shivika taking up a project? Specially with the way Annika was bossing Gauri around.

Where is Gauri? Where is her agency?

I dont think I’ll be able to take Queenie being a prop in her OWN story.

Basically..i dont want her to be a prop for Annika to play around with. I’ve seen my Queen rule and I dont want to see her being around for the convenience of some other character(s).

Wohi same story - give RiKara their own story.

I so hope the Svetty rumor is true. At least it would mean Gauri taking on a villain on her own.

Also..what did Omkara mean by “Maine bohat try kar li!” in regards of his relationship with Gauri?

YOU DIDN’T TRY SHIT!!

JUST ASKING HER TO STAY WASN’T ENOUGH OMKIE!!

I was okay with everything till that scene happened.

I was SUPER OKAY with Rudy saying Omkara was missing Chulbul Bhabhi.

I WAS “OH GOD THIS IS THE BEST!!” OKAY with Omkara saying, “Gauri aisi nahin hai..”

But the last bit? Of him being frustrated that Gauri wasn’t talking to him despite his attempts?

Yeah...major michmichi.

Cuz ye sab horaha hai for the convenience of some other characters’ plot.

I WISH I could overlook it all and take IB purely for the laughs and giggles like it provided me today

But damn...I can’t.

I cant see my Queen being robbed off her agency and individuality for someone else to play with.

And it’s just the second epi!!!

#ishqbaaaz #episode reaction #this was random #but i needed it off my chest

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pendragonfics · 8 years ago

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The Hottest Wilson of All New York

Paring: Wade Wilson & Reader

Tags: female reader, reader is Wade’s sister/twin, B&E (breaking and entering), fluff, angst, humour.

Summary: Reader lives a normal life. As normal as it can, having Wade Wilson for a brother.

Word Count: 1,120

Posting Date: 2017-01-21

Current Date: 2017-06-02

The thing with having a hitman as a brother, was the fact that the police always thought you would be the first one he’d contact. Maybe it was because the pair of you were fraternal womb-sharers whose father had run off, whose mother had died early, who both had to scrape by on the streets to even finish school. But unfortunately for the police who were always tailing after Wade Wilson (“he’s got a parking ticket to pay, or he’ll be taken to court” or “this time, Miss Wilson, your brother threatened a young man with pizza and a knife”).

But no matter what, Wade was in the breeze. It had been years since you’d last seen him; you heard whispers around corners of the city of a Wilson up to no good, but that was as useful as it could be until the whispers ended, and were replaced by a picture on the milk carton, Have You Seen My Brother? And the milk carton? That was replaced when a wisp of a girl named Vanessa came by, wearing all black with the saddest eyes and sadder news.

All it had taken was two and a half decades to finally get Wade W Wilson to sit down, shut up and do what he was told. And apparently, to get that to happen, it involved a grave.

January turned to February, and with the gradually melting snow, the sun waking earlier each day, you felt a little better that you were the last twin standing, and not with him in the coffin beneath the earth. You began recycling more. Playing Wade’s favourite albums, including his copy of the Broadway soundtrack of Rent. You went out to work, did your job, and whenever you came across the policemen who’d always knock upon your door to tell news of your brother’s bad behaviour, they would give you a weak smile. A small nod. But a small nod wouldn’t bring your brother back.

Apparently, to do that, you needed to drop a vase upon your foot, spill flower-smelling water everywhere, and howl in pain at the glass shards underfoot. The window in the lounge room opened, sliding up, and then down again, and before you know it, you’re lifted from the linoleum onto the kitchen bench, and a man in a red spandex suit is pushing all the pieces into a pile.

Your scream came a little too late. “Who are you, and what are you doing in my house?” you shriek, edging away from the guy wearing a skin-tight body-hugging suit covering his whole form. “If you’re here to kill me, let me do my funeral makeup first. The people downtown are terrible at it.”

The guy laughed. “_______, you have not changed one bit.”

Your heart stuttered. How in all the heck in hell did this guy know you? Your name? You grab the first knife your hands land on upon the knife block, and point it toward the fiend who broke into your apartment and – cleaned up your mess? “Who are you?”

The guy sighs, standing tall, the same height as Wade did. He pulls the red and black mask up a little, revealing thin lips, and skin that looked like it had gotten into a fist fight with the sun and got its ass beaten.

“C’mon, sis, you know me.” He grins, scratching behind his ear nervously. “It’s me. Wade.”

For a moment, you sit there, silent, noticing that your feet are slightly bleeding from stepping into the broken vase bits, noticing that the man before you is actually your brother, but apart from the fact that his silhouette – not that this suit leaves anything to the imagination – is the same that you remember of him. Slowly, he lifts the mask, above the cupids’ bow, the bridge of his nose, his eyes, until it’s peeled back, and fallen back against his neck like a small hoodie.

The rest of his face is scarred too.

“I know I’ve changed –,”

“I get it, you’re a fan of the dramatics, but next time you want to freak me out, why don’t you just ring the doorbell like any other fancy guest and wait? Heck, hell, Wade, you drop out of my life like you’re the New Year’s Eve ball, and just break back on in?” you rant. Taking a deep breath, you wipe your face, and look back at the guy before you. “I met your girlfriend, Vanessa. Came over and told me that you were missing, but we both knew that meant dead.”

His eyebrows – or at least, where Wade did have eyebrows before they were burned off – raised. “You meet Ness?” He whispered. “Shit, shit –,”

You smile. “She’s nice. Sounded like the two of you had something really good before…” you waved a hand in the general shape of Wade, “…you reverse deep fried your whole body. Is this a trend people are doing, like body mod, or…?”

He shook his head. “I’m ugly as heck, ______, nobody in their right mind would dress up as me.” Wade took a deep breath, slowly letting it out. “I had bad cancer. And I agreed to be a guinea pig for a test company, because they said that they had a chance of a cure, and well, they just experimented on me like E.T.’s homeboys and now I look like a human scab.”

You close your eyes, and then opening, stare your twin down. “Hold up. You’re not ugly, Wade.” You tell him.

Wade recoils. “That’s all you took from that? That was the last five years, _______, and you’re focusing on my body? Way to shame a guy.”

“Well, you’re focusing on it too, you know,” you shake your head, and add, “You’re still Wade, my crazy brother who basically everyone in the neighbourhood would call the hottest Wilson in New York. I know you, Wade, you’re as vain as Darth Vader. And we all know what he looked like in Return of the Jedi; right? Nothing like in Revenge of The Sith.” You remind him.

He sways there, considering your words. “You’re right. I’m as handsome as Darth Vader, bald, and wearing a kickass ensemble.”

You beam. “And if you want to stay here, you’ve got to promise me that you’ll call Vanessa. She loves you, Wade, and going missing from people’s lives isn’t going to solve anything.” You shoot back. “And you love her too. I can tell.”

He makes a noise under his breath, something that sounds like but she’ll think I’m ugly, but you’re not sure. Then, in a very Wilson-esq way, he loops back, “People thought I was the hottest Wilson in New York?”

#wade wilson #deadpool #wade wilson x reader #wade x reader #deadpool x reader #wade wilson/reader #marvel x reader #marvel fanfic #chaotic--lovely #pendragonfics

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38-planes · 8 years ago

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Come From Away Actress Jenn Colella is Out, Polyamorous & Tony-Nominated

Out.com [May 8th, 2017]

One of the Broadway season’s biggest hits, the seven-time Tony nominated Come From Away is a rousing, folksy show about the real-life incident where planes were diverted to a small town in Newfoundland on 9/11 and, for the most part, its passengers were welcomed and celebrated.

A testament to human decency, the show features a gay male couple who slink around the town, terrified of stepping into homophobia, but feel way more comfortable when they realize the people there are just plain nice. The show’s LGBTQ presence is upped by the fact that Beverley Bass, the lady pilot who landed the musical’s central plane in Canada, is played by the self-described “mostly gay” Jenn Colella, who just got her first Tony nomination for Best Featured Actress in a Musical. Jenn debuted on Broadway in 2003 in Urban Cowboy and has many other credits to her name (including shows like High Fidelity and Chaplin).

I recently caught up with her to discuss her work and personal life.

Hi, Jenn, Congrats on the nomination. I heard that Beverley Bass, the pilot you play, adores the show so much, she’s a repeat viewer.

She’s seen it 62 times. She loves it. She’s not just given it her stamp of approval, she cries and gasps every time as if it’s her first time. She was the first female captain on American Airlines. She was retired, but since the show, she started to creep back into flying. It ignited it again.

When did you meet her?

Not until the last preview in La Jolla (the California venue where it played pre Broadway). In a restaurant, we spotted each other across the room and she came up to me and said, “I think you’re playing me.” I said, “I think you’re right.” She has definitely helped inform some of the things people put into the show. There are more stories she shared with the writers that got integrated, and I started adding little mannerisms of hers to make it as authentic as possible.

The message of the show is so uplifting that you must get incredible responses to it.

It’s been awesome, especially right now. It’s become the norm to be mean and spit vitriol at people, and we’ve gotten out of the practice of kindness. This shows us to practice kindness and says that we are all inherently good, which I deeply believe.

With the conversation about immigration raging, Come From Away reminds us how we need to welcome foreigners.

100%. I couldn’t agree more. When tragedy happens, you don’t care about their religion or socioeconomic background or where they stand politically. You shouldn’t at any time. I think these Canadians live this way all the time. It’s a reminder that it’s possible all the time.

Speaking of living openly: Were you always out in your career?

I wasn’t until I did an off-Broadway play [in 2008] called The Beebo Brinker Chronicles, taken from the Ann Bannon pulp fiction novels, playing a butch lesbian. I was getting a lot of attention, and it didn’t feel right not to be out anymore. It felt ridiculous, in fact. When I first got to New York, I was encouraged by people I respected to not come out. But I couldn’t do that anymore.

In 2013, you played a lesbian again in If/Then. You’re getting typecast.

[Laughs] Awesome, that’s great. Let’s do that all day long.

You told the New York Times you’re “mostly gay.” Offstage, are you dating or married?

I’m in a polyamorous relationship. I’m currently dating a married couple [a man and a woman]. They live in D.C. And I’ve also just started dating another woman.

Is she in the business?

Yes.

So these are obviously open relationships.

Yes.

In fact, you’ve said that your girlfriend is now on OK Cupid. Have you ever had longtime monogamous lovers?

Many. I’ve been married twice, and I used to joke that chicks love it when you propose.

But we haven’t had same-sex marriage long enough for you to have been married that many times.

It wasn’t legal. The first one was in ’95—a big ceremony in South Carolina [where Jenn was born and grew up]. It was a huge uproar. I was 21 and she was 10 years my elder, and the state newspaper covered my wedding and they had thousands of cancellations of the newspaper in protest. Then I remarried nine years ago, and it still wasn’t quite legal then. That one was dissolved as well. I’ll probably stop proposing. [laughs]

Why did you go ahead with these ceremonies if they weren’t legal?

The ritual of it. Humans love rituals. We like to get together and celebrate and make proclamations. It means so much. I don’t regret it. Both were incredible marriages and beautiful weddings.

What’s your best feature as person?

My practice of kindness. It’s really something I’m dedicated to. I try to treat each person I meet with respect and be as pleasant as possible.

Your best quality as an actor?

It might be the same. My present awareness helps me stay in the moment onstage. I believe I’m talented, but I think we’re all talented in New York, and a great deal of what I’ve accomplished is my leadership ability and my ability to help form a family on a show. I put myself in that position. They call me captain.

In every way!

I try to connect with each person. It’s kind of insane that I got a nomination when it’s such an ensemble show, but I put myself in the position where people look to me like a leader.

One last question about Beverley: Did she experience misogyny as a female pilot?

Absolutely. “Me and the Sky” [Jenn’s big song in the show] is almost directly taken from transcripts. She talks about the WWII pilots calling her “baby” and literally saying women don’t belong in the cockpit.

I guess they take the word “cockpit” very seriously.

[We both laugh].

THE SEASON IN GAY

The gay male couple in Come From Away aren’t the only LGBTQs on Broadway this season. Also up for Tonys: Lesbian playwright Paula Vogel’s Indecent is about a real-life Yiddish play that dabbled in lesbianism, to the horror of cultural oppressors. War Paint—a musical about warring cosmetics titans—has a character who shifts corporate allegiances, but is always true to his male partners. And in the realm of revivals: Falsettos deals with a man, his wife, his lover, and AIDS. Six Degrees of Separation centers on a real-life con artist who beds a hustler and flirts with anyone who can help him. And The Glass Menagerie’s narrator, Tom—based on author Tennessee Williams—has always had gay subtext, but with openly gay Joe Mantello playing him, it’s possible it comes out even more. The season also brought us a gay who has trouble dating, a small-town gay who’s not afraid to let his father know, and same-sex couples dancing at a ball.

Among the Tony nominees are the openly LGBTQ David Hyde-Pierce, Andrew Rannells, Gavin Creel, and Nathan Lane. And Jenn Colella! Congrats to all for a diverse and stimulating bunch of work.

A TARD DAY’S NIGHT

A polyamorous couple comprises one of the sketches in Unitard’s show Tard Core (There Are No Safe Words) at Joe’s Pub, but that sort of thing is mercilessly skewered, as per usual with this troupe. (“We have rules. You can cum in their mouth, but you can’t hold hands.”) In the riotously funny show—which will have you spitting out your overpriced wine—the comic trio also lampoons people who troll Whole Foods for tofu key lime pies; Facebook addicts who are horrified that someone else posted a photo of their breakfast burrito and got more likes than their own inane posts; and Russian hackers who discover that Hillary’s password is “Monicasucks.”

The show starts with the long running trilogy of terror—David Ilku, Nora Burns, and Mike Albo—as folk singers musically lamenting what’s happened to New York City. (“Where have all the porn shops gone? Turned into Soul Cycles and nail salons.”) But while the edge-depletion of the new NYC is one of their favorite targets, Unitard also makes fun of anyone who whines about it too much. A satirical Mod Squad for the new age, they hold a mirror to our pretensions while carving up soulless real estate agents, fruity designers who’ve crash landed on QVC, and the desperate Ann Coulter, who has a cell phone battery for a heart. Best of all are the Narcissists Olympics sketch and one in which the comics are hemorrhoids popping up in Trump's butt and dodging all the fatty foods. No one is better at satirizing up-to-the-minute foibles than these three kooks. I would just add an 11 o’clock sketch probing some really dark pathos and despair, just to bring things to a different level, but having nonstop hilarity is nothing to kvetch about.

STAND BACK

Pure entertainment was also on display at the 27th annual Night of 1000 Stevies, a riveting Stevie Nicks tribute at Irving Plaza, where “enchantresses of ceremony” Chi Chi Valenti, Paul Alexander and Hattie Hathaway, and DJ Johnny Dynell presided over swarms of twirling, spinning wiccans and vegans. The Garbo theme added yet another diva into the mix—the Jackie Factory is genius at blending metaphors—and the show sizzled with performers like Xavier, Divine Grace, and Amber Martin, who rocked the place with a fierily fierce “Angel.” “Stevie has a pre-existing condition,” I told the crowd as one of the night’s presenters. “She’s fabulous!”

SAINTS AMONG US

Tom Eubanks’ Ghosts of St. Vincent’s is a memoir about the legendary NYC hospital (now closed), which catered to AIDS patients like Eubanks, who also has researched the place’s extraordinary history from 1849 to 2010. I asked Eubanks, an old clubbing/ACT UP friend, to relate the most eye-opening things he learned about the hospital as a patient and author. He replied, “During my repeated stays during the height of the crisis, two things opened my eyes: time is subjective and friends are paramount. When you’re dying—or told that you’re dying and being asked if you’d like to see a priest about last rites—you achieve a kind of peace you never imagined on a deathbed. All sense of time ceases; it’s unnecessary, really. The only ones who gain any perspective when you’re dying are the people who visit.

“When you’re told that you will live, time and perspective return full-force. As I write in the book, it was a cruel trick Jesus played on Lazarus. That’s what AIDS did to all of us who made it through the maelstrom. The hospital’s destruction to make way for luxury housing illustrates the moving on of time we never thought we’d have. Also, it’s crucial to note that those of us who spent time on the seventh floor of St. Vincent’s learned a lot about selflessness, especially from the nurses and few remaining nuns.

“In a juicier vein, through my research I learned that St. Vincent’s was responsible for plenty of true life resurrection stories in its 161 years, with characters like Edna St. Vincent Millay, Sidney Lumet, Gloria Vanderbilt, Cardinal Franny Spellman, Ed Koch, the Ramones, Sam Wagstaff, Robert Mapplethorpe, Vito Russo, and others, about whom I write in the book.”

VALLEY OF THE DOLLS

In 1982, Hal Prince directed a gigantic flop of a Broadway musical in A Doll’s Life, a sequel to the 1879 Ibsen classic A Doll’s House, about a woman who breaks free of male oppression and finds liberation. Critics thought the original play was perfect enough, thank you, and found the musical additions uninvolving and unnecessary. If anything didn’t cry out for a sequel, it seemed, it was A Doll’s House. But here comes Lucas Hnath’s new play, A Doll’s House, Part 2, which shockingly makes the same premise work. First of all, Hnath starts the action 15 years after Nora Helmer has walked out on her husband Torvald (Chris Cooper), so he doesn’t even recognize her when he’s confronted with her again. (He never did notice her much anyway). Furthermore, the play—under Sam Gold’s direction—often attains a screwball comedy tone, with modern thinking and behavior mixed in and some wacky interactions that make things seem very now. The killer is that Nora—who’s now a successful writer of women’s books and has come back to finally make her divorce official—still faces battles with each person she talks to, whether Torvald, who still can’t see how he condescends to her; the chatty maid, Anne Marie (Jayne Houdyshell), who keeps insisting that Torvald isn’t necessarily unhappy without Nora; and Nora’s even chattier daughter, Emmy (Condola Rashad), who refuses to believe Mama’s idea that while love is grand, marriage is just enslavement. The resulting debates about romantic entanglement, responsibility, and compromise are fresh and entertaining, and there’s also pathos in the fact that Nora is still seeking validation. (Hnath has said that Nora and Torvald don’t really get to hash things out in Ibsen’s play, so he wanted to give them the chance to do so).

Miriam Buether’s set has the title in neon, which rises up (as the house lights stay on throughout the play), revealing simple furniture surrounded by very tall walls, making this home feel like a difficult one to escape, especially twice. Cooper is fascinating (and refuses to make his character an ogre), Houdyshell is hilarious, and Rashad is truly electric, with direct and affectless spoutings of Emmy’s logic. As Nora, Metcalf commands the stage, using all her expert comic and dramatic skills to create one of the season’s most indelible performances. I generally deplore sequels, but I hope they do A Doll’s House, Part 3.

MULTI-CULTI BROUHAHA

Notice that when I mentioned Rashad as Metcalf’s daughter, I didn’t say anything about the fact that she’s black. Who cares? She's brilliant. And while her casting is one of director Gold’s purposely novel touches, it’s not the first time she’s played a role written for a white person. She was Juliet in 2013’s Romeo and Juliet, cast because she’s good. And this season, the African American Denee Benton is playing the female lead in Natasha, Pierre and the Great Comet of 1812, and it didn’t bother me—or the Tony committee, which nominated her for Best Actress in a Musical—since she doesn’t happen to be Russian either. It’s theater. It’s acting. And I’ve long felt that people who aren’t white should not be penalized for their color and limited to roles any more than white people have been—and lord knows, Jonathan Pryce got flack for playing the Eurasian Engineer in Miss Saigon in 1991, but he also won raves and a Tony for it. Ideally, they should get the person who’ll give the best performance—and in the current production of Miss Saigon, it’s Jon Jon Briones, who’s fabulous. (And I didn’t sit there going, “But the character is half Vietnamese and half French, whereas Briones is Filipino American!”) Similarly, Glenn Close and Bette Midler might not be the right age for Sunset Boulevard and Hello, Dolly!, respectively—they’re older than what’s written—but they’re definitely the right people for the part.

Years ago, I got a screaming email from a theater writer (who just recently nabbed the critic’s job at a popular Broadway site). Since we were friendly, I thought he was going to say, “Thanks for doing that panel for me, which you just did,” but there were no niceties involved. He just launched into a fuming rant about how woefully wrong I was regarding something I’d written about multi-cultural casting. Seeing as his screechy email didn’t even bother to say specifically what he was reacting to, I had to dig into my brain and remember that months earlier, I had written a throwaway, light hearted sentence on the subject for a long-lead-time magazine. Lest I argue back, the writer’s screed included a pre-arranged defense, saying, “And don’t say people don’t usually sing in real life either!” blah blah blah, thereby trying to block any discussion on the matter. He had decided I was guilty of journalistic treason for not wanting to theatrically limit black actors to roles written for people of color—and my light hearted comment hadn’t even really said what I think on the subject.

But he guessed right. As I’ve said, I am in favor of not relegating black people to only Raisin in the Sun, Porgy and Bess, Showboat, and August Wilson plays (and some other works). Some of those are great properties, but—with white people controlling the business for so many years—it becomes an unfairly limiting palette for those who didn’t happen to be born white. So, if Audra McDonald wants to play Maria Callas, I say fine. She’d no doubt be magnificent, and I can use my imagination for five seconds and then forget about her skin color for the rest of the show. I also don’t think trans people should just play trans people. They should play all people, just like cis people get to do. And last year, I liked The Taming of the Shrew with Janet McTeer as Petruchio and the biracial Cush Jumbo as Katherina. This season, I had no problem with multiracial castings in shows like Groundhog Day and Present Laughter and I didn‘t hear anyone else gripe about it either.

Of course, someone might interject, “But what if a white person played Othello?” I’d reply that the point of multi-cultural casting isn’t for white people to get more roles. And also, that things get sticky when you’re dealing with plays that are specifically about race. But ideally, if everyone becomes able to nab a larger variety of parts, that should be a viable possibility too, once we’ve arrived at a more equitable landscape. And if some bold director tries it before then, then we’d have to accept the fact that theater should retain the power to offend (though let’s definitely stop short at Olivier-like blackface. See, white people have already played the part). It’s complicated—and case by case—but I welcome alternative viewpoints, as long as they’re clear-minded and not screaming or patronizing.

#jenn colella #come from away #out.com #article #interview

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Cuddly Old Jeremy Corbyn: Terrorist-friendly, Jew-hating, totalitarian enemy of liberty

Let me begin with a word to our friends overseas, who have been so assiduous on social media in ‘boosting’ every pro-Corbyn screed: If it’s not your country, your opinions are perhaps interesting, but assuredly immaterial.

Now. To the matter at hand.

I am not particularly fond of Mrs May. She’s as Wet as the hoodie-and-husky-cuddling Call-Me-Dave. She’s not the Second Coming of Mrs T; she’s Francis Pym in drag.

Jeremy Corbyn, however, is a shit of the first water who ought not to be trusted with the duties of a parish councillor.

Let’s look at his friends, shall we, and the policies and tendencies which unite them.

Save in the conventional phrases of the House, nine in ten of the Parliamentary Labour Party do not consider him their Right Honourable Friend (or for that matter, right, or honourable). That is why his Shadow Cabinet would be his Cabinet if the country were ever so debased as to give that ghastly little man a majority. No one else should serve under the bugger.

This is so, because the PLP are decent human beings in the main, and are HM Loyal Opposition.

Kindly Old Uncle Jezza, however....

Who are his friends? Well, Hamas, of course, and Hezbollah. The Provos of old, whom he invited – they wearing their masks as ‘politicians’ – to take tea with him on the House terrace whilst their hands were yet imbrued with the blood and C4 of Brighton, where they had just attempted to assassinate the Prime Minister. And of course, two years after, he was agitating for the Brighton bomber Magee to escape the ‘injustice’ of being tried for his crimes. And then there were his pet causes, Botmeh and Alami, innocent lambs guilty of nothing save car-bombing the Israeli Embassy in London.

Then again, what can one expect of a man whose choice for Chancellor would be a pro-IRA Marxist who wishes to honour the IRA’s ‘armed struggle’ as having brought peace in Ireland, North and South, by ‘bombs and bullets’; who regrets that the Prime Minister was not assassinated at Brighton; who, with Mr Corbyn, petitioned to have the Tamil Tigers de-listed as being a terrorist organisation; and who signed a letter two years ago – and has lied about it ever since – calling for completely disarming the police and shutting down the Security Service (known to most as MI5 and to some of us as Box 500).

But Master Jeremy has his friends, with whom he agrees on most things. Such as al-Muhajiroun, under the gentle care of Omar Bakri Muhammad and Anjem Choudary: a group supported by Khuram Butt, late – very much late – of Borough Market. They were a prominent contingent in a group he addressed in 2002, to the outrage even of the Weekly Worker. It was a rally. The al-Muhajiroun lot were the ones shouting, to no pushback whatever by Mr Corbyn, ‘Gas Tel Aviv’.

But then, Mr Corbyn is the man who, if PM, should entrust the Home Office, and the security of the nation, to his former mistress, Diane Abbott. (They chose the GDR – East Germany – for their dirty weekends, where even the cupids were Stasi.) Ms Abbott, the thickest female MP since Red Ellen Wilkinson, who was thick as pig-shit, should make a lovely Secretary of State for Home Affairs, in charge of policing and internal security. After all, if you cannot trust a woman who has had to apologise to the House for failing to declare an interest, whose views on Ireland and The Troubles were that ‘every defeat of the British state is a victory for all of us. A defeat in Northern Ireland would be a defeat indeed’, who wished to disband Five and Special Branch at that time, and who voted against proscribing al-Qaida, well, who can you trust to keep Britain safe?

Our Jezza trusts her, and surely his judgement is notable? After all, this is a man who stayed on as a paid broadcaster for Iran’s Press TV even after its right to broadcast was pulled by Ofcom for gleefully recording the torture of a dissident Iranian journalist; a man who was a regular Press TV pundit not only on his own programme but as a guest on his mate George Galloway’s.

But perhaps it won’t matter. After all, Jeremy says we’d face no threats at all if we simply had his friends. Hamas. Hezbollah. Assad – whom he voted against stopping – and Putin, whose Ukrainian … adventures … he winks at. Every dictator in South America. And Iran, of course, on whom he has always wished to lift sanctions. (Sanctions are for Israel.)

Perhaps that’s why he believes in unilateral nuclear disarmament for the UK, in letting his friends know the UK will never fight back, and in concentrating the only ‘cuts’ and ‘austerity’ of a Corbyn government upon HM Forces and the MoD. After all, even Putin’s land grabs are the fault only of Nato; and peace in the Middle East wants only that Israel unilaterally disarm.

For of course, not just everyone is or can be Jeremy’s friend. He has unfriends as well. Nato. Israel. The Falklands. The Royal Navy, RAF, and Army. The security services and intelligence community. The political traditions and heirs of Attlee, Ernie Bevin, Gaitskell, Foot, Kinnock, and even Benn. The PLP (172-40 at last count, when he lost the PLP’s vote of confidence in 2016: which creates an interesting constitutional wrinkle, in that, should Labour, per impossibile, win a majority in the House, its party leader could not command enough members to form a government).

And of course, as chosen enemies, he always has the Jews.

But he’s working on these things. The Lawley Lenin is smiling his inscrutable smile as the entryist tactics of his Militant youth are being trotted out – ‘Trot’ is an apt verb, here – to deselect his enemies in the PLP, at the hands of his idolaters. And as for the Jews.... Well. He commissioned a ‘report’ on the systemic Jew-hatred in the Labour party. And – in a display of the most blatant ermine-lined bribery since Maundy Gregory was flogging peerages for cash down (cheques payable to D Lloyd George, please, and leave them open, no need to cross them) – got the whitewash he wished, from La Chakrabarti. After which he equated Israel with Daesh and went back to huddling with Holocaust deniers and blood-libel spreaders.

Jeremy Corbyn’s friends shape Jeremy Corbyn’s policies and views. And by a curious coincidence, all his friends happen to be enemies or antagonists of Crown, country, and liberty. (And generally Jew-haters and terrorism-apologists into the bargain.) And, curiously, when Britain is threatened, it is always, in Mr Corbyn’s view, Britain’s fault, and the workings of karma. This may be why he has a Shadow Defence Secretary who – despite her having a Lieutenant-General for a brother-in-law – knows nothing about the Forces save that they ought not to be allowed a nuclear deterrent (not that Jeremy would allow its use even potentially as a deterrent), and a Shadow Foreign Secretary who’s only in it for her expenses.

Politics in this country having become Americanised, there shall no doubt be cries, at this point, in the veriest tones of Lady Bracknell, asking, ‘Do I impugn his patriotism?’: to which the answer is of course no.

I don’t question Mr Corbyn’s patriotism. I question his loyalty. And I’d not trust him with 20p, let alone No. 10.

#jeremy corbyn #General Election #mr wemyss has a few words

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