#Falling for Figaro
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Me (based on having heard Hugh sing "Waterloo"):
"Well, yeah! Hugh seems to have a very good singing voice! But I don't understand why Joey would be intimidated by - "
"Oh. Nevermind!"
#Hugh Skinner#Radovid#Jaskier#Joly#Harry Bright#The Windsors#Look “Waterloo” is absolutely beautifully sung#but it doesn't really showcase Hugh's range#And he's part of an ensemble in#Les Misérables#so singling out his voice as Joly when everyone is singing is a bit difficult to do...#And the few “solo lines” he has are almost all in a spoken tone#And then#they had his voice dubbed by an actual opera singer for#Falling for Figaro#And he was pretending to sing badly in “The Romanoffs”...#And trying to pretend he didn't really know how to sing / was awfully shy about it on “The Witcher”#So I had a bit of a hard time getting an actual sense of his vocal abilities#Still can't get over the fact that the first time I finally have some idea of how vocally talented Hugh Skinner is#Is while hearing him sing about properly working toilets!#For fuck's sake why?!?!?!#That being said I wouldn't say that his talent would outshine Joey's because the way Joey uses his voice is absolutely brilliant!#He has his own unique sound that is tremendously appealing and relies a lot on emotional layering and his ability#to make an emotional connection with his audience.#But I can understand how singing alongside someone that seems to be more classically trained could be intimidating for him.#My Posts
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Oh I meant to say, I watched a lovely rom-com with my mom a couple weeks ago. It was called "Falling for Figaro," so obviously it featured lots of opera, but most importantly the protag was a fat woman and as far as I remember there were zero jokes or references to her weight. I don't think even the lady who insulted her said anything about it.
It's still a straight, cis romance, and both protags are white (I don't recall any characters of color, in fact, aside from the Corporate Boyfriend, which is...obviously not ideal, to say the least), so I'm not saying it's the Ultimate Woke™️ Romance. But, god, it was nice to see a fat woman be pretty and desired by multiple men, without ANY concessions or remarks about her weight. You would think they'd written the part for a skinny woman, and then just cast a fat woman and not bothered changing any lines.
Now, it was very Hallmark Movie™️, like the plot is something like "fund manager moves to the Scottish Highlands to learn opera," and I probably wouldn't have watched all the way through if Mom hadn't had it on lmao (nothing against the movie, I just don't really vibe with rom-coms in general). But it was a fun watch even so, and if you like that kind of thing you'll probably love it!
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Falling for Figaro has a highly mediocre writing and is hallmark-esque predictable, but goddammit it's nice to see a fat woman as the star, desired by two people, ending up with a happy ending. Not a SINGLE remark about the weight.
Just. It feels like heroin. Is that what thin people feel from the movies? Can you imagine what it could be with a touch more sophisticated writing?
That had just done a lot for my self image. And it's nothing groundbreaking, again. It's a cute romantic movie with not a lot going on. If it was, I would have probably exploded.
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フィガロに恋して
Falling for Figaro
Directed by Ben Lewin
2020 Australia / USA / UK
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'Falling for Figaro' Movie Ticket Giveaway
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Falling for Figaro is a romantic comedy set in the brutal world of opera singing competitions. The story unfolds in the tiny Scottish village of Drumbuchan, the home of Meghan Geoffrey-Bishop, a fearsome singing teacher…
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#australian competitions#Ben Lewin#Falling for Figaro#Falling for Figaro movie#Falling for Figaro tickets#win#win movie passes
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does the halloween decor look better in my living room or bedroom??
#lol i love how figaro is in both pics as if that was planned#i did not plan that he just follows me everywhere#fall 2023#mine#figaro#tuxedo cat#halloween#spooky season#autumn
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Christian Dior Haute Couture Collection Fall/Winter 1951-52. Velvet evening dress embroidered with diamonds in gradients, black velvet evening coat trimmed with foxes.
Photo Séeberger. Figaro album October-November 1951
Christian Dior Collection Haute Couture Automne/Hiver 1951-52. Robe du soir en velours brodée de diamants en dégradés, manteau du soir en velours noir garni de renards.
Photo Séeberger. Album du Figaro Octobre-Novembre 1951
Photo Séeberger
#collection haute couture#christian dior#fashion 50s#1951-52#ligne longue#fall/winter#automne/hiver#le figaro#anne campion#séeberger frères#robe du soir#evening gown
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something something about the lgbtq+ cast in gbf & promise of wizard and how important it is to me personally that akiras not cishet
#stardust speaking !#i wrote more nonsense og but. shrugs!!#been thinking about the cupiris cg forever like the fact they CANONLY had them kiss and DREW THAT makes me dizzy#gbf u r my everything#and the fact the first???? ch of pt2 is just 'ya rustica is trans'#the area convo where figaro talks about his friend#who is def not cis. the paradoxroid npcs.#gbf has had canon trans charas for yeeaaaaaarrrsss like cagli ladiva and balurga are all early charas. and captain has had he/she/they#scattered around for years and years too#im not the biggest katvira fan for the same reason i dont like most ships that falls into those dynamics but i will die on the katvira hill#i need gbf to introduce a new skydweller whos trans i need more#and we need the other writer on miach like what. was happening there#imagine writing a plot that feels so entirely dad accepting kid and then u read the journal entry and go what the hell this wasnt in the ev#anyway point of this post is that im so happy 2 of my big interests are so. not cishet. excellent
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Hold up, that's the aria from Shawshank Redemption
That can't be good
#the fall of the house of usher#the shawshank redemption#le nozze di figaro#sull'aria#that can't be good
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I HAVE TO INCLUDE HER!! SHE MY FREN!! (I should draw her more ｡:ﾟ(;´∩`;)ﾟ:｡)
Kofi
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tikki baby chicken and egg is a big winner for these babies. they both licked their bowls completely clean!!
and for the first time figaro is the one stealing food from louis' bowl!!! so far it's been the other way around
and then they gave each other (and me) a bath before falling asleep 😭
#fig#lou#something something unfollow me now this is all im gonna post about etc#theyre only young once#sonboys allowed#<- i made a tag for the specific reason of being annoying about them
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I really enjoyed your Consensual Non-Consent fic. I really want to read something like that written by you!
Well, this isn't CNC, but it is in the realm of kink! Thanks to @bhaalbaaby for the beta! To my tag list, totally cool if this isn't your thing, no pressure.
༺Sweet Relief - Astarion x F!Reader ༻
༺Summary༻ Reader is stressed and nervous. Astarion knows just what they need to relieve it.
༺Warnings༻ Spanking/Impact Play, D/s dynamics, PiV sex
༺Word Count༻ 1523
The common room at the Elfsong was empty, a rarity. The rest of your group was downstairs, celebrating your latest victory over Orin by letting off some steam. A well deserve respite after all that had happened since you’d arrived in Baldur’s Gate. You couldn’t match their excitement, looking ahead to the last hurdle to overcome before confronting the Absolute for good: Enver Gortash and his Steel Watch. Thinking of it coiled your muscles into tense springs and turned breathing from instinct to labor.
You excused yourself from the impromptu festivities and headed back upstairs, Astarion following you without having been asked, a sweet gesture on his part. You didn’t want to ruin his evening as well. He was right at your heels, shutting the door behind the two of you. Arm wrap around you, pulling your back to his chest. “Everything alright, love?” He purrs against your ear.
The feel of his words playing across your skin made you shiver and squirm, and you nodded in answer. “Just…anxious, I suppose,” you add.
“Well, I know a way to take care of that.” You could hear the suggestive grin that was no doubt plastered on his face.
“Astarion,” You started to protest, but he guided you across the room to the set of beds the two of you share, tucked in a corner, a makeshift private space, arms still firmly around your waist. “I don’t know if this is really a great solution.” Since you had ended Cazador, Astarion had been increasingly amorous with you.
“I think it’s the perfect one. Pull your pants down.” The words were firm without being sharp, but they were unmistakably an order. Another development of his newfound erotic interest: control.
“But what if the others come back,” You protested, legs already pinned against the edge of the mattress and Astarion.
“That sounds like backtalk, my pet,” His lips caressed your ear, teasing the point of it. As a half-elf, it’s not nearly as sensitive as his, but it still provoked a soft moan. Searing kisses burned their way down your throat, his hands remained locked on your waist, waiting for you to obey.
Heat burned underneath your skin from arousal and the potential embarrassment of being discovered. “They could see,” You whispered meekly, heat flowing from your skin to your core.
“Definitely backtalk,” He affirmed, “what am I going to do with you?” His hand abandoned your waist, digging in the drawer. You swallowed hard when a black strip of leather struck the mattress in front of you.
The belt had come from a crate of goods Figaro Facemaker had sent as a thank you. Astarion immediately grabbed it, giving you a look that had left your small clothes damp. You noted he hadn't worn it once, making his intended use of it extremely clear. “Pants down, and if you have any further protests, I have a scroll of silence I’ve been dying to use on you.” You trembled but in a way that felt divine as your will submitted to his.
Backing off, he gave you space, and you hurried to comply this time, fumbling with your laces and letting the pants fall to the ground. Taking you by the shoulders, Astarion bent you over, face pressed into the mattress. It’s almost shamefully lewd, the only thing bared to him were holes, bent over and waiting to be fucked. He hummed appreciatively, nails skimming over the curve of your ass. “There’s a good girl,” Your thighs were becoming slick at this point. “But I can’t overlook how long it took you to comply with one simple request. I think you need a little lesson, wouldn’t you agree, darling?” Languidly he retrieved the belt from the bed, letting you get a good look at it.
Behind you, he fiddled with the buckle, making a purposeful amount of noise for you to hear. This was a new dimension to the escalating play between you. You swallowed thickly. “Yes, love.”
His body covered yours, pressing down on you, how much he was enjoying this was readily evident. He rutted his hips against yours, erection straining through the fabric, teasing your soaked folds, making sure you knew how much he wanted this, and you whimpered. “Very wise of you,” His voice tickled your ear.
Then his weight disappeared, and you're left with the emptiness of anticipation.
The sting of leather was utterly different from the barehanded smacks you received in the past, sharp, concentrated. You hissed, and the first tears gathered in your eyes, but your mind floated away. A gentle hand stroked your hair. “Bearable, pet?”
You struggled back to reality for a moment. “Mhmm.”
“Words, sweetheart,” He insisted, and you knew if you didn’t answer, the game would come to an end.
“Sunrise.” You managed, and the grip on your hair tightened as the next strike came, a singing line of pain on your skin.
Face buried in the mattress, you yelped, no longer concerned with what your companions would think if they stumbled in right now. The struggles and fears faded away, and your body relaxed into a pliant plaything. There’s nothing but Astarion, the pain, the ecstasy, and the promise of release.
You don’t count the strikes, instead reveling in every one as a single heady moment. They left behind little echoes of burning skin, marks that would remind you later when you try to sit. You must be making noise, but you’re not sure, the mattress under your face moistened with tears. The emptiness between your legs was painful, yearning to be filled by the one you’ve given control of yourself to.
Then there was stillness. “You did so well,” Astarion praised, and your heart fluttered. “You’ll listen to me the next time I tell you to let me take care of you, right?”
“I will,” You promised, not daring to try to look at him.
Fingers caressed the welts along your ass reverently before dipping down to your aching slit. A single digit slid inside you, and you rocked back, instinctively craving friction. “You’re all worked up, you poor little thing. Let’s get you some relief.”
You whined at the loss when he removed his finger and he gently scolded you. “Be patient. You don’t want another lesson tonight.”
Silently suffering, you waited as you heard him open his pants. Finally, you felt the tip of his cock teasing your hole. “Please,” you begged.
He answered with a thrust and a groan as he pushed inside. “Gods, you’re soaked. So ready to be a good girl for me.”
His hips ground against yours, setting the marks on your skin deliciously on fire. You’ve forgotten what words are as you moaned desperately. Pace quickening, he slid one hand between you and the mattress, fingers searching out your clit, leaving you panting.
Fingers mercilessly worked you until you were right at the edge, the other hand playfully smacking you. You whimpered from the myriad sensations overwhelming you. “Come for me, beautiful.”
You didn’t hesitate after his permission, clenching around him with a mewling cry. He continued to play with you as he chased his own release, slamming into you with wild abandon, rougher each passing second. Until at last, he stilled and with a throaty growl, spilled himself into you.
There was no time, there was no space. Arms lifted you onto the bed, lying you on your side, lips kissing your cheek. “Sunrise,” You’re exhausted, but you knew he’d want to hear it.
Nimble fingers gently pulled your clothes off as you shifted around to assist. His icy touch made you shiver and giggle slightly when it brushed your skin. “Sorry love, the water isn’t much better.” He kissed you as the touch of a marginally warmer rag began to clean your skin.
What you wanted to say was that it didn’t matter because it was him touching and taking care of you, but you sighed happily instead. You almost lamented the loss of the evidence of your coupling, but the marks remained, you insist if it should happen, no magic would be used to heal them. “Can you sit?”
The haze dissipated, and you managed to sit up enough, feeling the sweet sting of your marked skin. He pulled a nightshirt over your head, another soft kiss as a reward. “What would you like now, my love?”
Leaning your forehead against him, you breathed him in, companion, lover, friend, ally, that piece of you that was missing and finally found. “Snuggle me, read to me.” Rarely did you ask for that, as much as you loved his voice, it seemed like a drain on his time. Only when your day had been particularly rough, but it felt like the perfect thing for the moment.
“Of course my sweet.” Before long, he’s slipped off his clothes and joined you under the covers, reading softly as you curled up on his chest.
When your companions eventually returned, they were blissfully unaware of what occurred. All they found was their tired leader, asleep next to a vampire who was glaring at them and mouthing to be quiet.
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Excuse me!?Nobody has ever done a proper cedrise's headcanons YET??
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Cerise thought Cedar didn't know her secret. She did,lmao.they are roomies I mean- Cedar didn't tell anybody because nobody asked, or at least always tried to avoid the argument.
This kind of offended Cedar but also understands why she didn't tell her.
Cedar always draws Cerise whenever she can. For her,she's like a form of ispiration. But is too shy to ask her to pose for a drawing
Cedar loves musicals, Cerise doesn't🧍♀️
While Cerise is good at any kind of sports, Cedar is good at any kind of art. except maybe for theatre.
Cerise doesn't like vegetables. She always avoids them. Also Cedar does not like vegetables, but she in not that picky.
Cedar has mobility issues, especially in coordination. Cerise is tall and strong, she helps Cedar into not falling and to stand up by making her lean against her.
I'M GONNA CHANGE STH OF THE THRONE COMING EPISODE: Daring didn't envite Cerise to dance, Cedar did. Her excuse was "I need someone to help me stand up while I dance"
Cerise once saw Cedar praying upon a star. Cedar was a bit embarassed, Cerise comforted her, saying there was nothing wrong in praying and wishing. Then Cedar asked if it was true that wolves prayed upon the moon, Cerise eventually confirmed it was true.
That's when Cerise realized Cedar knew about her wolf side.
The ""only"" who know about her are: Cedar, Raven, Cupid (BECAUSE C MON SHE WAS IN MONSTER HIGH) ,Darling (lmao secret white) and Kitty.
They are both bad at cooking, they once have been banned by Ginger for almost burning the Kitchen.
Cedar doesn't curse, but you know what?She speaks italian, almost nobody knows italian at school, so she sometimes says a word of two in that linguage to feel less guilty. Or it comes out naturally.
"CAZZO!" Cerise:"What did you say?" "I've just cursed in italian,please don't tell anybody I did" "Aww, don't worry. I always curse, it's fine"
The only one cat Cerise doen't hate is Figaro, Geppetto's cat.
Both introduced eachother to their families. It went well,Yay! Red Hood loves Cedar and Cerise loves Geppetto's food.
Cedar is beautiful, naturally beautiful.Pinocchio admitted he built Cedar in a way to be genderless, but he ended up making her face more feminine because Cedar wanted to.
Cerise really compliments Pinocchio for how he built Cedar, 'cause DAMN SHE'S BEAUTIFUL.
Cerise once tried to kiss Cedar, but she stopped her. She said it was because of the skin made of wood. Cedar promised that when she will become a real girl, it will be the first thing she eventually does as a human.
They always had a very close bond, but not just because they are roomates. Cerise doesn't know how to explain it, neither Cedar does. They just know they will always stand by eachother side.
That's it everybody, I hope you liked the headcanons even thought they were a kind of a mess. See ya!
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#I FINALLY DID IT YAYYY#my babyessssss#The italian part is there because I'm italian and I curse#ever after high#cedar wood#cerise hood#cedrise#so underrated...#I WANT SOME FAN ARTS!!!!#please sir...I want some more...#ever after high headcanons#headcanon eah#lesbians
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making my bedroom more spirited for halloween w/ figaro. i love how his fur colors go together so perfectly w/ the items
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La Mode nationale, no. 357, 25 février 1893, Paris. No. 13. — Toilettes de promenade. Bibliothèque nationale de France
(1) Costume de drap beige. Corsage plat, orné sur le devant par une draperie de velours loutre, faisant Figaro et se continuant en gros nœud sur un col montant semblable. Ceinture drapée, en velours. Manches gigot, très épaulées. Jupe cloche, garnie sur toute sa hauteur par des bandes de velours dégradées. Petit chapeau de drap beige, garni de velours loutre, avec aigrette sur le devant.
(1) Beige cloth suit. Flat bodice, decorated on the front with an otter velvet drapery, Figaro-shaped and continuing in a large bow on a similar high collar. Draped velvet belt. Gigot sleeves, very shouldered. Bell skirt, trimmed over its entire height with strips of gradient velvet. Small beige cloth hat, trimmed with otter velvet, with egret on the front.
Métrage: 8 mètres drap beige; 8 mètres velours loutre.
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(2) Toilette de drap gris. Corsage plat, recouvert par une garniture de dentelle blanche retombant en deux pointes sur le devant et en pèlerine ronde derrière. Ceinture drapée, d'où s'échappe une dentelle blanche retombant sur la jupe. Manches ballon, en velours gris, sur manches plates et longues en drap. Jupe cloche, plissée derrière. Chapeau marron, en feutre gris, orné par une grande plume d'autruche gris, retombant devant sur la passe.
(2) Gray cloth toilet. Flat bodice, covered by a white lace trim falling in two points on the front and in a round pilgrim behind. Draped belt, from which white lace escapes falling on the skirt. Balloon sleeves, in gray velvet, on flat, long cloth sleeves. Bell skirt, pleated behind. Brown hat, in gray felt, decorated with a large gray ostrich feather, falling in front on the pass.
Métrage: 7 mètres drap gris; 3 mètres velours gris.
#La Mode nationale#19th century#1890s#1893#on this day#February 25#periodical#fashion#fashion plate#description#bibliothèque nationale de france#dress#suit#bow#collar#gigot
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