#nora symphony

[samthecookielord]

Oh yeah i kinda just put this on my art summary and didn't elaborate

Phone background i drew as a holiday gift for @snekatiemainy !

#cookie lords art #professor layton series #ocs #shadows over loathing #nora symphony #jean descole #luke triton #hershel layton #clark triton #claire foley #randall ascot #alfendi layton #lucy baker #sol obie #sol don toblerone #kaira #leslie #wol doc alice

[snekatiemainy]

I'm probably not gonna finish it for a while so please enjoy a minute and a half of a possible nora theme

#shadows over loathing #nora symphony #love making groovy stuff

[i-am-very-heck]

ehehee get yoinked for game night :)

anyways, ocs pictured going clockwise from rufus are wesley (@lazah-bang), v, dion (@diorysuss), shadow (@thefelinefox), maggie (@samthecookielord), nora (@snekatiemainy), and jess (@cyikess)

#s does the draw #i said i was gonna draw it and i did >:) #als for the character tags im just gonna yoink whatever the oc's tag is from their respective op hope yall don't mind #sol rufus #Oc: Wesley Do #v ghostaline #SoL Dion Simmons #shadow morris #maggie flores #nora symphony #(oc) jess merryweather #shadows over loathing

[annasinterests]

don't look at me like that unless you mean it

seasons don’t fear the reaper ♫ nor do the wind, the sun, or the rain

|| series masterlist || main masterlist ||

a/n: hello hello hello!!!! i am crawling back from the trenches to update for this series!!! i've gotten a few comments here and there of people telling me how much they've enjoyed it so far which has made my heart grow 3x bigger. thank you to everyone who has been so patient with me and still following along <3 y'all mean the world to me!!!! enjoy buddies <3

word count: 1.3k (for good reason i promise)

pairings: joel miller x f!reader

warnings & tags: minors dni, abby's group pov, direct consequence of the last chapter, swearing, lots of tension!, depictions of violence, whatever you know of TLOU part II- throw it out the window from here forward — please tell me if i missed anything!

The gas station stood under the muted glow of the moon, its once-red sign now an overgrown relic, its letters lacking the shiny luster they had decades ago. The windows were boarded up with rotten wood, and the interior had been stripped down to its very foundation. It was the best refuge offered in the miles they trekked– the only, really.

Abby stormed across the linoleum floors, the rubber soles of her boots striking with an angry cadence, one maintained from the moments they stopped running. She carelessly slung her pack off her shoulders, letting it land haphazardly on the side, and drove her knife into the countertop. Planting her hands to steady herself, she murmured curses under her breath, a volatile symphony of emotions reverberating in the stale air.

The others trailed behind her, one attempting to make themselves inconspicuous by being the last– a futile effort given the charged atmosphere.

"Couldn't think of a name that didn't start with the same letter as your own?" Abby's voice cut through the silence, her anger evident even without turning to face her target.

Mel avoided looking at her hunched figure. The tension between them had been going on for months, and this was certainly the breaking point. Abby had been set on one mission for years, and all it took was five minutes for Mel to screw up. Your escape forced them fleeing farther than Abby preferred, dismantling their camp in haste and running until they felt some semblance of safety over the border into Idaho.

Embarrassment colored Mel's face as she weakly rationalized her guilt, "I told you it wasn't a good idea to begin with."

Abby scoffed and rolled her eyes, a sardonic smile curling on her lips, "What you should've told me was that you're totally fucking incapable. Would've been crystal clear, then."

Mel swallowed hard, feeling Abby's rage descend upon her like a palpable force. Glancing at the others, most avoiding eye contact due to their own discomfort, Mel crossed her arms and tried to find the courage to defend herself once more.

"I did my best."

"Well your best wasn't good enough," Abby retorted without missing a beat, finally turning to face Mel. The moonlight streamed through the cracks of the boards just enough to illuminate the intensity of her glare and furrowed brows.

It was clear that Nora and Manny's sentiments aligned with Abby's, yet they chose silence over confrontation. Jordan and Nick, perpetually indifferent, remained on the fringe, more interested in the thrill of hunting and hurting enemies rather than the unfolding of drama within their group.

"Listen, what's done is done, alright?" Owen placed his hand on Nora's back, an action that sent a pang of jealousy through Abby's stomach. She eyed them both with disgust and forced herself to swallow down the brewing nausea. "Now, our best bet is to head back to Seattle. We can regroup–"

"Se- What?" Abby's eyes widened at the suggestion. "No– We're not-"

"We don't have a choice," he cut her off and took a step towards her, concern evident on his features.

"The hell we don't!" Her voice thundered. "We're not going back!"

"You're being reckless!" Owen snapped back with an accusatory finger, "We can't afford-"

"Four years!" Abby seethed, her frustration pouring out, "Four fucking years, gone to shit because of her!"

Owen's jaw clenched, tired of the constant hostility towards Mel. "You're looking at a whole town to go after us, you know that, right?"

She pressed her lips into a thin line.

"What then, Abby? You wanna start a war with these people, is that it?" His voice raised with each word. "We can barely keep up with the Scars!"

The weight of the past bore down on Abby, her blind rage and need for retribution chaotically clashing with the pragmatic choice he presented, one that resonated with the others as they too recognized the impracticality of her rage.

Her clenched fists trembled at her sides, torn between her relentless pursuit of revenge and going about it all sensibly. She would've almost agreed with him– almost– if it hadn't been for the small voice that came from behind him.

"He's right."

The room plunged into a deafening silence, the air undeniably thick with tension now more than ever. Mel's figure was almost entirely shielded by Owen at this point, her provocation igniting an instant outrage.

Abby's features darkened and she ripped her knife from the counter, raising it as she stormed towards Mel. How dare she? It was bad enough that she embodied a constant reminder of everything Abby and Owen could've been, but now she had the audacity to defy Abby despite being the one responsible for this entire mess?

Owen caught her arm and she lunged against his hold with a powerful shout, "Fuck you!"

He pushed Abby back just enough to create distance, opening his mouth to speak but only being met with a forceful shove and resounding slap. "And fuck you, too!"

Abby's chest heaved as she backed up and glared between the two; one a former friend, the other a former lover– both nothing more than traitors to her now. She scoffed and shook her head, swiftly turning on her heel to retreat through a backroom and subsequent door outside. Manny exchanged a quick look with Nora before slowly trailing after her, while Owen watched her storm out with an apathetic expression and a loose arm wrapped around Mel in a half-assed attempt of consoling her.

Outside, Abby leaned against the cool brick of the building, her skin radiating a heat that would surely be more welcomed in the winter versus now. The bitter taste of frustration lingered in her mouth and it seemed like nothing could soothe the tumult within, not even the loud buzzing and ticking of insects around could snap her out of it.

She slid down the wall until she hit the ground with a soft thud and rubbed her hands over her face. She felt so much all at once– anger, grief, sorrow, resentment. This was all she could think about, all that she worked so hard for, only for it to be ruined. She couldn't fathom being forced to take ten steps back when she was so close to ending this nightmare.

Quietly, Manny joined her side. Her leveled counterpart, the one that could ground her when she was too close from flying off the handles. At one point in time, Owen had been that for her, but it ended long ago– back when he still believed in this mission, when he still believed in them.

Manny understood Abby's turmoil well– hell, he harbored the same resentment. He figured him to be another asshole left in this world to begin with, but the belief was solidified once he broke Abby's heart.

However, he also recognized the necessity of unity.

"Abs..." His tone was soft, "you know I've got your back, right?"

She shifted slightly, nodding and meeting his eyes. "And you know I hate Owen just as much as you do... fuckin’ idiot seems to forget these two are the reason we winded up here, but–”

Abby gave him a pointed look, to which he defensively held a hand up, "Maybe we should go back to Seattle."

All Abby could muster was a half-hearted scoff before Manny spoke again, "I know it's not what you want– but now they know, and now they'll be expecting… Think of it as a chance to make no mistakes next time."

She looked back down between her knees, reluctantly acknowledging the wisdom in his words with a nod. She sighed, her shoulders easing a bit of tension, "We were so close, Manny."

"I know, Abs," he placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder, his voice carrying the weight of shared disappointment. With a gentle jostle, he infused a touch of optimism reserved for moments like this, "But listen... Just when they think we're gone, we'll be right under their noses, yeah?"

The thought was enough to make her crack a smile.

#joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller fic #tlou #the last of us #tlou fanfiction #annasmasterlist #anna writes

[myth-blossom]

It's The Little Things

I wrote a lil something in honor of @grumpynora's birthday! You can read about young 6 and 47 breaking into a diner below.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, NORA! 🥳🥳🥳 I'm sending you lots of love and I hope you have an amazing day like you deserve! 💗

The lock gave way easily as they broke into the diner, its only security a loose doorknob that couldn’t keep out determined wildlife, let alone two young assassins. The business was closed and the staff long since gone, providing them a quiet place to relax as they formulated a new plan to eliminate the target. 

Of all the places they normally visited, a diner was the most unusual. 6 and 47 lived a strict lifestyle that allowed them little freedom of choice, hindering their experience of locales that weren’t useful to their work. Father mostly dictated their daily routines, often sending them around the world to complete contracts for Providence before returning home and starting the murderous cycle anew. Though the Institute guards chauffeured them to and from the airport, they were allowed to work fairly unsupervised, though they were only given a limited amount of time to complete the job before returning to Romania. Father didn’t want his subjects to deviate from his grand plan, nor for them to get any troublesome ideas about rebelling.

Still, they had to improvise when the target’s plans changed, causing them to move from the office building to a neutral location where they could reevaluate their tactics. 47 stationed himself at the diner’s counter while his brother took interest in the kitchen. He used the small ray of kitchen light shining through the serving window to study their map of the city, doing his best to ignore the noise of 6 opening drawers and running water from the other side. He had just concocted a new plan when he heard the flat top grill switch on. Curious, 47 left to investigate. 

6 slapped many strips of bacon onto the grill’s hot surface, smirking proudly to himself at the resulting symphony of sizzle. He ignored his brother’s stare from the corner of his eye as he reached for a bowl of egg yolks. 

“What are you doing?” 47 asked, his tone neutral. 

“It’s a surprise.” 

47 raised his brow, but said nothing. 

“Go sit down,” 6 grinned. “Trust me.”

47 sighed lightly, but did as he was told. He returned to the old yellow spinning stool at the diner’s counter and listened to his brother work. After many interesting sounds, wonderful smells, and a few muttered expletives for entertainment, 6 was finally finished. He walked backwards through the swinging doors while carrying two large ceramic plates filled with breakfast food. 

47’s eyes widened at the chef’s offerings: five strips of bacon of varying doneness, a large mass of scrambled eggs, and two & a half pancakes (the half being the third pancake that folded in on itself while flipping). 6 waited expectantly for 47, refusing to eat his own breakfast until he saw his brother’s reaction to his food.

“Why?” was all 47 could muster. 

"Seriously, brother?” 6 sighed. 

“Yes. Father wouldn’t approve of us wasting time.” 

“47, enjoying life isn’t a waste,” he frowned. “Just try the food, I promise you’ll like it.” 

“Very well.” 

6 watched as he quietly ate from each corner of his plate, sampling a strip of bacon before eating half of the eggs and then one of the pancakes. 

“And?” 6 prompted. “What do you think?”

47 considered the plate. The bacon was chewy, the eggs a bit overcooked, and the pancake overly sweet with a hint of raw batter still in the middle. 

It was the best meal he ever had. 

They very rarely ate anything other than the protein-and-vitamin-rich meals served at the Institute. The meals served their nutritional purpose, but they were often shaped as grayish mush or patties and were very much lacking in flavor. What his brother had just served him was rather perfect, a revelation for his palate, and he was suddenly very glad that they took up a brief residence in the diner. It became another one of 6’s rebellions against their Father’s restrictions, one that 47 was very grateful to have experienced. 

“It’s…good.” 

6 grinned proudly. “I told you you’d like it.” 

They slowly ate their delicious meal as they attempted to savor each bite. They would eventually have to return to their assignment and clean the diner of any evidence of their presence. But for now they would sit together and eat, and enjoy the liberating taste of something new.

#Happy Birthday grumpynora! ❤️ #hitman #hitman fandom #agent 47 #lucas grey #hitman fanfiction #hitman fanfic #grumpynora birthday event

[broadwaydivastournament]

Broadway Divas Tournament: Round 2A

Debra Monk (1949) "DEBRA MONK (Lily Connors). Broadway: Prelude to a Kiss (B'way & Circle Rep), Pump Boys and Dinettes (co-author). Off-Broadway: Assassins , Oil City, Symphony (also co-author; Outer Critics Circle and Drama Desk awards). Regional: Yale Rep, Arena Stage and Actors Theatre of Louisville. Film and TV: "Women and Wallace," What About Bob?, Prelude to a Kiss." - Playbill bio from Nick & Nora, October 1991

Carolee Carmello (1962) "CAROLEE CARMELLO (Margaret) performed for a year with the first national tour of Les Misérables and also toured the country as Mary Jane in Big River. Regional Roles include Eva Perone in Evita, Carla in "Nine," Marta in Company, Marian in Music Man, Sandy in Grease, Lizzie in Baby and Audrey in Little Shop of Horrors." - Playbill bio from City of Angels, November 1989

NEW PROPAGANDA AND MEDIA UNDER CUT: ALL POLLS HERE

"Nothing beats the rush of excitement when Debra Monk makes an unexpected appearance at Broadway Backwards and tells a dirty joke."

"It's nice to hear this song and get clear diction on every single word. Famously the only saving grace in a number of Broadway flops, Carolee Carmello can spin shit into gold all day long with that voice. How is she not booked and busy every single day of her life?"

#broadwaydivastournament #broadway #broadway divas #tournament poll #musical theatre #debra monk #carolee carmello #round 2a

[inexplicablymine]

WAIT YOU'VE JOINED THE SLEEPOVER??? Super six as orchestral instruments GO. xoxo MJ/kiwiana-writes

I ARRIVED LATE TO THE SLEEPOVER I WAS AT AN EXTRA CURRICULAR AND MY MOM JUST DROPPED ME OFF

Alex: Viola (the viola complex + the not feeling good enough + the heart of the orchestra to play the countermelody)

Henry: Cello (regal and upright instrument matches his royal status + it is soft and mello but can also be incredibly powerful just like Henry usually keeps it all inside but the few rare bursts of raw intensity are still there)

Pez: Tuba (it’s in your face pizzaz and can really build out the roundness and fullness of a full orchestras sound in large symphony performances ~ thinking Mahler’s 5th symphony for this one -> but Pez is in your face pizzaz and he is always adding to the group and he helps take away the attention from Henry + usually there is only ever one tuba at a time in a piece because Pez is one of a kind)

Nora: Double Bass (keeps the rhythm and the tone and is the steady presence + Nora and her numbers + being the friend for both June and Alex which gives her that permanent steady rhythm of the group)

June: Bassoon (okay hear me out ~ double reed instrument with 25 keys considered one of the hardest interments to master, helps provide balance to pieces and is usually looked over by it’s other woodwind peers like the oboe or the flute or clarinet or French horn etc -> June while INTEGRAL and so very much core big sister, is overlooked often as a character, is seen as important but not vital ignoring her necessity)

Bea: violin (the rockstar of the orchestra, the diva, the melody the counter melody all wrapped in one, the spotlight -> bea is a rockstar, she has her past, she is in the limelight and she takes it with stride she is strong and powerful and she dances to her own beat and writes her own melody hence she is the violin)

[sleepover ask game]

#sleepover weekend #inexplicablymine answers #firstprince #red white and royal blue #rwrb #THIS ONE WAS FUN BECAUSE I THINK ALL OF THE INSTEUMENTS REALLY MATCH THEM

[droughtofapathy]

The Gilded Age's Broadway Divas: Miss Armstrong (Debra Monk)

Sometimes, a work family is a German mother and her Irish daughter, an English father and his clockmaking son, and a mean old spinster aunt who's only invited to the family holiday parties because she'd bitch for weeks if she wasn't. Miss Armstrong is Agnes's nasty lady's maid who has said exactly one (1) nice thing all season. And I love her.

At seventy-four, Debra Monk is the oldest woman on The Gilded Age, and the only one with the appropriate hair color to show it. As cantankerous as her mistress with none of the charm, Armstrong is nothing like her fantastic actress. Debra Monk is one of theatre's comedy greats. Much like Katie Finneran, Debra is playing against type. Us theatre buffs know her from Pump Boys and Dinettes (co-author, director, and actress), Company (Joanne), and the ill-fated Nick & Nora alongside Christine Baranski.

An absolute delight of a human being, Deb Monk is a wise-cracking mile-a-minute, raunchy, jokester and deserves praise and recognition for her work.

#1: "Everybody's Girl," (Steel Pier) - My Favorite Broadway: The Leading Ladies (1998)

Almost every stalwart theatre Diva has her signature song. "Everybody's Girl" is Debra Monk's pride and joy, and she sings it to this day. At her raunchiest yet, she serenades a gleeful audience with her sexual exploits whilst dressed in a black dress and corset that Armstrong would have a coronary over.

The clever lyrics are perfectly paired with her comedic chops. The whole performance is just a delight from start to finish. That exit has me screaming every time. Her performance in the stage show the song originated from netted her a third Tony nomination.

If we do not get a clip of Debra Monk in full Armstrong drag singing this song, what is the point anymore?

#2: "The Ladies Who Lunch," Company (1995)

Before there was Patti LuPone, but after the great Elaine Stritch, there was Debra Monk as Joanne in the 1995 first Broadway revival of Company. Yes, another Stephen Sondheim. Often forgotten in the Company conversation, this production had a tough act to follow. Nominated for just two Tonys (Best Revival and Best Featured Actress--Veanne Cox, hello, I love you), there's not much that can be said about the 1995 production. It lasted two months, and no one can point me in the direction of any footage with Debra, so here we are.

#3: Debra Monk's Birthday Bash: Totally Hot and a Little Dirty (2014)

For her 65th birthday, Debra performed in a raucous and raunchy concert to benefit Broadway Cares/Equity Fights Aids. The concert raised an impressive $140,355 for the charity, and featured a eclectic mix of rock 'n' roll, church music, and debauchery. Well, what else would you expect from Debra Monk?

As comfortable flirting with younger men as she is grinding up against scantily clad fellow comedienne Andrea Martin and Company co-star Charlotte d'Amboise, Debra is a riot from start to finish.

The entire show is available on DVD from BC/EFA, and I need it.

#4: "Ohio Afternoon," Oil City Symphony (1987)

Performed as part of the "If It Only Runs a Minute" series that highlights really obscure shows that barely had a life, Debra reprised her drum-playing role in 2012. As if she didn't have enough talents. Only she could take drums and make it peak comedy.

#5: Game Night at Seth Rudetsky's Place

No explanation needed. Hello, Andrea Martin. Love you.

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#the gilded age #armstrong (the gilded age) #debra monk #company 1995 #sondheim #everybody's girl #steel pier #broadway #musical theatre

[wa-royal-tea]

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(Transcript under the cut - Click Pics for HQ Version!)

@thebrixtons​​

13 Ambrose Street, Britechester (9:30am)

*indistinct chatter and laughter*

Catalina: Good morning everyone.

Nora: Morning. You’re all dressed up. Are you going anywhere?

Catalina: I’m returning home. I think I’ve stayed here long enough. I don’t want to make you guys uncomfortable.

Raysha: Don’t be silly! You’re always welcomed here.

Catalina: I appreciate it, auntie. But I think I’m ready to face Alfie again.

Raysha: Are you really sure? I mean, we don’t mind if you want to stay longer to clear your head.

Catalina: Yes. I’m sure. I think I’ve had more than enough time to clear my head. And...I kinda miss him.

Naila: Aww...that’s cute.

Neila: I know~ I’m happy for you, Lina.

Raysha: Well, if you’re sure then I won’t stop you. I hope it’ll go well for you and Alfie.

Catalina: It will. Thank you for having me.

Raysha: Of course. Come, join us for breakfast before you leave.

Symphony Manor, Holan

*door opens and closes*

Alfie: *groans* How many times do I have to tell you, Leon? Leave me alone!

Catalina: So...you want me to leave? Okay.

Alfie: Lina? Wait!

Alfie: Don’t g—oof!

Catalina: *gasps* Alfie!

Alfie: *groans* Urgh, fuck.

Catalina: Are you okay? Are you hurt?

Alfie: Huh? No, I’m fine. Don’t go, please. I-I’m sorry.

Catalina: What are you—

Alfie: I was wrong, I should’ve listened to what you wanted instead of assuming things. I-I thought if I assured you everything was fine, you won’t worry about it anymore. I’m so sorry.

Alfie: And I—

Alfie: Lina?

Catalina:...I’m sorry.

Alfie: What?

Catalina: I’m sorry. I should’ve told you what I wanted instead of just keeping it to myself. You can’t read minds, it’s not fair for me to blame it on you.

Alfie: No, Lina. You don’t have to apologize. I’m the one who was wrong here. I should’ve known you won’t like me to blindly support you. I’ve thought it through and you’re right, it sucks if people didn’t tell me when I did something wrong.

Catalina: Well, I’m wrong too. You were just trying to support me and I shouldn’t be mad at you for that. I was wrong for not being honest with you too about how I felt.

Alfie: Then, I guess we’re both in the wrong here.

Catalina: Mhm. We are.

Alfie: *sighs* I missed you. It felt like hell seeing you walk away from me.

Catalina: *chuckles* That’s how I felt when you walked away from me back then.

Alfie: Yeah, now I know how it felt. Ten per ten, won’t recommend.

Catalina: *laughs* You’re such a dummy, Alfie.

Catalina: *content sigh* I promise I won’t walk away again. I hope you won’t too.

Alfie: Me? Hell no! I’d die before I walk away from you.

Catalina: Good. If you do it again, I won’t forgive you.

Alfie: I’ll keep that in mind. Also, you came back at the right time. The wedding rehearsal is going to be tomorrow.

Catalina: Wait, what? I thought it was supposed to be in two weeks?

Alfie: I know. But Rowena was the one who sent me the schedule. She told me it was your mum who suggested doing the rehearsal early. She said that she wants to do it before the National day event next week.

Catalina: Oh...that’s weird.

Alfie: Your mum probably wants everyone to have a good rest after the event. Maybe that’s why she wants to make the rehearsal early.

Catalina: Hmm...

Alfie: Don’t think about it too much. It’s probably nothing.

#sims story #sims storytelling #ts4 story #sims 4 story #ts4 storytelling #sims 4 storytelling #ts4 royal #ts4 legacy #ts4 #ts4 edit #ts4 roleplay #ts4 screenshots #ts4 simblr #WRTStory #WRTCollab #WRT: Part 3 #Story Arc: One Step Closer #WRTCollab: Alfina #Sim: Alfie #Sim: Catalina #Sim: Nora

[samthecookielord]

Commission for @snekatiemainy

(commission info)

#cookie lords art #ocs #nora symphony #sol obie #sol don toblerone #sol barker #shadows over loathing #cookie lords commissions

[snekatiemainy]

FINAL RESULTS

(Ft lovely art from @samthecookielord who is the coolest in the world <333)

After the most HARROWING round of my life which flipped I think 4 total times in the span of like half an hour (horrifying and so so scary) and consistent ties, and 50 ENTIRE VOTES, this round is DONE and even with a FINAL VICTOR!!!!

After beating five opponents, (including her own brother, and half the Eros family), we have our victor! who is unsurprisingly.....

KAIRA HOSKINS

And, of course, her extremely worthy and formidable opponent... second place...

Our local money-loving, desperately therapy-needing, fucked up capitalist from the lovely corruption-riddled world of IHS. Kaira, who won by two entire votes! I believed in her this entire time. I definitely didn’t ask Sam to draw her dead on the ground last round. Not at all.

(And now that she’s won, she can go kiss her girlfriend. Who y’all eliminated 2 rounds ago </3 Yeah sorry she’s actually been taken this whole time)

NORA SYMPHONY

I am DELIGHTED that Nora made it this far. Unfortunately he is now dead! Even all the jazz agent enjoyers weren’t strong enough against Kaira’s sheer swag I guess. Sad. Oh well, there’s other jazz agents!

(Also, I have a whole bunch of great leftover questions I didn’t end up using, so I think I’m gonna answer those all as various ocs for fun to use em up if y’all wanna watch for that)

Thanks for participating! And thanks again Sam for pioneering this great concept.

#blind date #results #round 5 #thank you everyone!!!! peace and love!!! #kaira #nora symphony

[poisonfireleafs]

Nora: I wish to see a symphony orchestra one day. I have never seen one playing live.

Veles: You should visit the Bridgeport Theater one day. The Bridgeport Orchestra plays every year. I can definitely recommend. 

#nora reese #veles merryweather #arogaba #veles bc #ts3 #sims 3

[inlocusmads]

10, 11, 21, E for trystan and nora👀👀

Okay I'm hooked onto the whole "interview/chat" format so here's just them answering instead:

10. What lie do they most frequently remember telling? Does it haunt them?

Nora: I guess when I was young I had this habit of skipping classes. My school was close to a park so I'd just wander around there.

Nora: In terms of frequency that is.

Trystan: I lied to my siblings that I was an actual - magician for five whole years.

Nora: Did they figure it out?

Trystan: They might, but I haven't given the game away.

Trystan: It's coin tricks. I did coin tricks! Sleight of hand stuff! Good thing they were impressionable back then. Now-

Nora: We don't have to talk about that. Uncle Tommy caught me once kicking rusty cans in the park.

Trystan: Did you get a uh-- "time out" as they say?

Nora: No, I saw him look up GPS trackers on the home computer that evening. We don't talk about that anymore.

11. How do they cope with confusion (seek clarification, pretend they understand, etc)?

Nora: How do you cope with confusion?

Trystan: I don't.

Nora: No, I can attest to that. He remembers every detail. Except when it matters.

Trystan: I thought we weren't bringing up the coffee thing.

Nora: He held up the line for five minutes. It - wasn't pretty.

Trystan: As if somehow you cope up with confusion better than I do.

Nora: I don't. I just go "HUH?" in the loudest voice possible.

Trystan: I once had to ask her five times what she wanted from the cafe. It was over text, by the way.

21. Why do they get up in the morning? 

Nora: Why do *you* get up in the morning, Trystan?

Trystan: To be able to see you during the day.

Nora: Psh.

Trystan: No, I would like to withdraw my answer. I live in this residential area where there are a bunch of cars lined up on the street and somehow or the other, one of them would start blaring at 5-fucking-o-clock in the morning.

Nora: The sun hits the corner of my eye. *in the most monotone voice possible* I suffer from incredible pain everyday.

Trystan: Also people keep their windows open in my place. Cue the symphony of alarms.

Nora: And also to feed Silver.

Trystan: If you do not feed her at precisely 6:45, she weeps like a dying Victorian child.

Nora: And to see each other too, I suppose.

Trystan: *Now* you thought to mention it?

Nora: I'd rather see you in person than receive a million texts about whether I'm dead.

Trystan: My concern comes from a very valid place.

E) Are they someone you would get along with? Would they get along with you?

Oh absolutely not lmao. Nora's just "meh" about making friends in entirety - she will have a conversation, but it isn't a "we're besties!" thing and Trystan will probably just look at my state of affairs (*cue that one Jaiden Animations screencap where she zips open her brain to produce this blob-like creature out on the table*) and go, "Who hurt you, my friend?"

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Thank you so much for the ask!! <3

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#aces-and-angels #askboxed #trystan x nora #uncommon qs

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taz reviewed "Alien Stewardess" (Reviewed by Robert Miessne)

Neue Musik aus Berlin: :Dunkle Materie, helle Signale Mit Radiovibes und Spieluhr in Richtung Zukunft: „Alien Stewardess“, das neue Album des experimentellen Ensemles P. O. P., ist ein Weckruf im Weltall.

Vom Webstuhl in das Weltall über den Wiesenklee, so ungefähr könnte man die Laufbahn von P.O.P. umreißen. Auf dem zwischen 2008 und 2013 entstandenen Debütalbum „Täbriz“ bezog sich das experimentelle Ensemble, damals ein Trio aus Reinhold Friedl (Piano), Hannes Strobl (Bass) und Hayden Chisholm (Altosaxophon), auf die Strukturen iranischer Teppiche. 2016 erschien „Ikebana“. Aus P.O.P. war ein Quartett geworden: Nora Krahl (Cello), Elena Kakaliagou (Waldhorn und Stimme), Strobl und Friedl spielten von der japanischen Kunst des Blumensteckens inspiriert. Für „Alien Stewardess“ sind sie unter die Sterngucker gegangen.

Die Doppel-CD umfasst fünf Kompositionen. „Celestial Cabaret“, mit zehn Minuten die kürzeste, macht den Anfang: Dunkle Materie, helle Signale, nach fünf Minuten setzt eine Spieluhrmelodie ein. P.O.P. gönnen sich auf dem Album mehrmals kurze, liedhafte Momente.

„Cosmic Concierge“ klingt in etwa wie die Radiostation, welche die kosmische Hausmeisterin auf Nachtschicht hört. „Intangible Vibrations“, eine ganze halbe Stunde, beginnt mit einem Hab-acht-Moment aus schrillem Piano-Interieur und dunklem Horn. P.O.P. ist ein Ensemble kühner Nuancen. „Galactic Grace“ könnte die große Ruhe nach dem Sternensturm sein; „Transdimensional Melodies“ entpuppt sich als Symphonie mit dem Paukenschlag, nur kommt der Weckruf vom Cello.

Dass jeder Titel auf „Alien Stewardess“ sich wie eine Krautrock-Hommage liest, kann sowenig Zufall sein, wie der Name des Quartetts: P.O.P. steht für Psychology of Perception. Wahrnehmungslehre trifft gut, worum es hier geht.

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Dirk Bogarde in Death in Venice (Luchino Visconti, 1971)

Cast: Dirk Bogard, Björn Andrésen, Marisa Berenson, Mark Burns, Silvana Mangano, Romolo Valli, Nora Ricci, Leslie French, Franco Fabrizi. Screenplay: Luchino Visconti, Nicola Badalucco, based on a novel by Thomas Mann. Cinematography: Pasqualino De Santis. Art direction: Ferdinando Scarfiotti. Film editing: Ruggero Mastroianni. 

I have nothing against slowness in movies if it leads to a satisfactorily immersive experience, but Death in Venice is just languorous, taking its own weary way toward the conclusion promised in the film's title. Watching it patiently has some rewards: Dirk Bogarde's fine performance as Gustave von Aschenbach; the sometimes opulent, sometimes melancholy views of Venice provided by Pasqualino De Santis's cinematography; the handsome sets by Ferdinando Scarfiotti and costumes by Piero Tosi; loving glimpses of Silvana Mangano as Tadzio's mother; and great gulps of Mahler's third and fifth symphonies on the soundtrack. But the screenplay by Visconti and Nicola Badalucco carries no intellectual or emotional weight. Thomas Mann's novella is meant to be savored and reflected upon, but film inevitably carries us along with our expectations of action, and there is little enough of it going on anywhere but in Aschenbach's head to provide Visconti with something to shoot. He resorts to flashbacks: to the illness that causes Aschenbach to take his fatal trip, to the happy days of Aschenbach's marriage (Marisa Berenson plays his wife) and the devastating death of their child, to a visit to a prostitute who plays Beethoven's Für Elise on the piano, to the storm of cheers and boos at the performance of Aschenbach's composition (actually an excerpt from the Mahler third symphony) and an argument with a friend (Mark Burns) about his music. The beautiful young Tadzio (Björn Andrésen) clearly represents something that has been lost from (or never present in) Aschenbach's life, But Visconti never makes Aschenbach's obsession with Tadzio either psychologically or thematically convincing. In the end we're left with little more than Aschenbach as the aging gay man doomed to a lonely death -- a too-familiar trope.

#Death in Venice #Luchino Visconti #Dirk Bogarde

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Designs stitched by Ollies_Biggest_Fan's grandmother-in-law.

My husband’s grandmother has passed but was the most incredible cross stitcher. I’d like to recreate a few of her best pieces that didn’t end up with us.

Cross My Heart: Smoky Mountain Christmas

StitchWorld X-Stitch: Nature's Bounty designed by Ursula Michael

Dimensions Gold Collection: Winter Impressions designed by Alan Maley

Dimensions Gold Collection: Japanese Maiden designed by Robert Sauber

Mirabilia Designs #94: Crystal Symphony designed by Nora Corbett

#cross stitch #inspo #x #multi #dimensions gold collection #mirabilia designs #nora corbett