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scout-ai-loud · 10 months
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Re-imagining Walt Kuhn's Chorus Captain
I wanted to have a contemporary version of one of my favourite paintings which you should check out at the Yale University Art Gallery.
My prompt: a painting in the style of Walt Kuhn's Chorus captain of a pale female computer programmer with light pink hair wearing muted baby pink clothes, a pearl necklace, and red lipstick looking tiredly past her computer screen. very dark background.
I actually created this ages ago before i even knew about #Midjourney's /describe feature. I might revisit this to see what happens when I use it.
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the original Chorus Captain as seen on the YUAG website
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hainethehero · 1 month
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Steve Rogers | The First Avenger
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carpe-mamilia · 6 months
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You know what show I really hope the ghosts put on while they were all together? HMS Pinafore. Everyone from Fanny onwards most likely knew it reasonably well already, either by cultural osmosis or from being a theatre gay, and for the rest it's probably the easiest operetta to pick up that's ever existed.
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I imagine it would have gone down something like this:
Josephine Corcoran- Kitty
Ralph Rackstraw - Thomas
Absolute no-brainers for the lead soprano and tenor. Ralph scores extra points for being one of the most dramatic and flouncy tenors Gilbert ever wrote. At one point he has a speech that's so flowery it's genuinely incomprehensible. Unfortunately his big aria is terribly dull (still in-character tbh) but both of Josephine's are brilliant. Especially "The hours creep on apace", where, having secretly accepted Ralph's proposal, she does waver a bit since, after all, he is a bit of a pleb.
Captain Corcoran - The Captain
Keeps the Pinafore ship-shape and Bristol-fashion. Would have a lovely father-daughter relationship with Josephine. Gets to be in lots of bangin' numbers, especially "I am the Captain of the Pinafore".
Captain: I do my best to satisfy you all -
Crew: And with you we're quite content!
Captain: You're exceedingly polite and I think it's only right to return the compliment.
Sir Joseph Porter - Julian
Marvellously smug and superior patter baritone who got to his lofty position via flattery and luck rather than merit. No direction needed.
Little Buttercup - Fanny
I think she would struggle playing someone who's meant to be lowly, but on the other hand she'd probably really get into every other aspect of the character, especially when she gets to drop mysterious hints all the way through, and dramatically reveal the twist at the end. (She also really reminds me of the mature student who played Little Buttercup for my university's Light Opera Society once, who was very definitely another repressed middle-aged horndog. Get it, girl.)
Cousin Hebe - Mary
Not much of a part, but I suspect getting Mary to concentrate on something like this for any length of time without going off on a tangent would be... tricky. Would be enthusiastic about helping Josephine and might have to be held back from headbutting Captain Corcoran when he tries to stop the elopement.
Dick Deadeye - Robin
Hunched, triangular bass Dick Deadeye growls his way through the opera causing chaos just... 'cos. Is far more perceptive than the Captain and has to really spell out that Josephine and Ralph are planning on running away together.
Bosun's Mate - Humphrey's head
Carpenter's mate and director - Pat
This probably required slightly delicate handling, since Pat is the better singer (and He is an Englishman is harder than it looks), but a) keeping rehearsals from descending into anarchy probably took all his energy and b) Humphrey might have been slightly grumpy being relegated to a really tiny role again. At least they both get to be in A British Tar is a Soaring Soul.
Chorus of sisters, cousins, and aunts - Humphrey's body
Carries the whole show on his back.
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historicalsnail · 4 months
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Pat: Cap, are you okay? Cap?
Julian: I also don't love Mariah Carey, but he just stormed out like he has personal beef with her.
Thomas: You fools didn't listen when he told us his woes, did you?
Pat and Julian: Huh?
Thomas: You philistines know nothing of love! *also storms out*
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themagical1sa · 7 months
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really feeling BONVOYAGE (Farewell Ver.) by Dreamcatcher lately...
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So now I'm trying to move on without you just like it is the end
Counting every day, waiting day and night for a reason
Tell me, oh, Bon Voyage
Under the sky, oh, Bon Voyage
Even without words I still know
I know you, I know you
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i mentioned this in the tags of another post somewhere but there rly is something so theatre kid core insane in rehearsing les mis and learning how to build a barricade and playing the role of a student in the rebellion at the same time as an awful winter is descending on you and you have no real way of knowing how much money you're going to have left and the coronation of king charles, which will most likely be millions of pounds worth of money spent on watching another racist idiot put a hat on, seems to be a more important use of the government's expenses than feeding and heating the homes of the rest of the country. like idk i really would love to hear the people fucking sing. or something.
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philtstone · 4 months
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but does philippa boyens know she is a genius
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cogentranting · 10 months
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"My Girl's Ex-Boyfriend" by Relient K as a Captain Swan song.
"He's the one you should feel sorry for; he had the world but he thought that he wanted more. I owe it all to the mistake he made back then. I owe it all to my girl's ex-boyfriend."
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disregardcanon · 1 year
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… thinking about a tlt sound of music au
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blackstarising · 2 years
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what was it about Buzz that first got Azari’s attention? and when did she realized she had it down bad?
the first time she sees Buzz Lightyear The Person - as opposed to buzz lightyear the voice recording or buzz lightyear: the legend of the starman or buzz lightyear the history lesson - is from a distance, perched unseen on a scaffold, watching, holding her breath as the good commander lectures him and the rest of the junior patrol in front of the entire command center.
whatever he's been through, it's been rough. his famed space ranger suit is so smudged all the white is grey. the brown hair she'd seen on her tablet so many times is now wind-blown and wild. his face is marked with dirt, pink bruises, and stripes of bright blood.
and yet. as her father paces back and forth, barely hiding 22 years of stored frustration behind his threats of arrest, his back is straight. his chin is lifted.
and when the good commander threatens the stockade, he never. breaks. eye contact.
and time slows, watching him do what no one on the base, not even she, could even dare to. and her heart shifts from pounding to fluttering and her palms begin to sweat and her lips flush with heat and she suddenly wants to turn away and also lean closer and closer and she never really puts it into words, that watching buzz lightyear stand up to her father is actually one of the sexiest things she's ever seen in her adult life (maybe it's the general's daughter stereotype of it all) but for weeks afterwards, she can't think about that moment without taking an extra five minutes to stare into space.
the first time she realizes she's in love with Buzz Lightyear The Person is when she's alone in the studio, half swaying and half reading over schematics on her tablet, listening to never be the same, which she doesn't even like because the pre-chorus is too feathery and whistly for her liking.
but something about taking a second to listen to the chorus just. makes her think about his smile. how you can look closely and see how his two front teeth protrude, how one is larger than the other. and how she finally got him to laugh for the first time yesterday and how he's actually got laugh lines and how he's quiet in the way that she's quiet and they can be quiet together and how safe that is, and how safe he is, isn't he, and suddenly, her tablet is on the floor, long forgotten, and she's doing full pirouettes out of nowhere and movements are pulling themselves to her with almost no effort and how it's all too real that it's you, babe, and I'm a sucker for the way that you move, babe, and I could try to run, but it would be useless-
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chorusan · 2 years
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when the lights come on, will i be ready for this?
a playlist for tucker during his chorus trilogy arc, hopefully i think we can all agree he has some of the best character development rvb has to offer (click the title or tracklist for the youtube playlist, i recommend listening in order)
tracklist:
• desert pacific octipi - squalloscope
• fun - troye sivan
• 929 - halsey
• hey, asshole - watsky & kate nash
• little lion man - mumford & sons
• bird song - florence + the machine
• tiny glowing screens, pt. 2 - watsky
• all i need is one - watsky
• just like fire - p!nk
• team the best team - doomtree
• tiny glowing screens, pt. 3 - watsky
• bishop knife trick - fall out boy
my playlists:
bitters | smith | palomo | palomo (2) | felix | bitthews | bittersmith (bitters' perspective) | bittersmith (smith's perspective) | bittersmith (3) | bitlomo | jensmith | kimblix | kimblix (2) | kimblix (3) | lieutenants | new republic | new republic (2)
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el-im · 2 years
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ive been getting so little sleep lately + my roommates gave me a cold + my allergies are kicking my ass and claritin which used to help is now like a sugar pill + have been at school since 8 and havent been eating enough for like days. need desperatley to go to the grocery store but its so farrrrr and i get out so lateeeee and im so afraid of the dark here cause its a dark sky city so theres NO streetlights and uhhhh. uhhh??? but i feel sooooo weird. sooo weird. 
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lee-kangin · 10 months
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IT’S STAYING HOME 🏆🇮🇳
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forsworned · 26 days
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ESPRESSO MANY FEELINGS ft. POLY!TF141
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𓈒༑•̩̩͙ ⏤𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌: 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗎𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗒𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉
𓈒༑•̩̩͙ ⏤𝖺/𝗇: 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗆𝗆a 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂'𝗆 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝗇
⤷ you can find the rest of the series here
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Allowing the 141 to have an espresso machine caused more problems than it solved. From making milk splutter all over the counter (mostly Johnny) and a slew of profanities would follow (mostly Price) to someone leaving the espresso unattended and overflowing the counter. And then that would lead to further scolding (mostly Simon to Johnny) as you and Kyle would watch the three idiots struggle. And suddenly nobody knew who was responsible for the atrocities in the kitchen. It occured to you that no one knew how to steam some damn milk and it was now up to you to teach them as they gathered around you in the kitchen.
"This is the pitcher." You instructed, lifting the metal pitcher to show them all. "Fill it with milk , and then insert the steaming wand." You adjusted the metal rod and turned the machine on. It soon came to life, steam shot out and you tilted it at an angle. "And then you angle it at about 45 to 60 degrees."
A chorus of "Oohhh"'s fill the room and you chuckled, shaking your head at them as the milk began to foam.
"You wanna keep the end of it not too far in otherwise the foam will fuck up. Just the tip." You grinned at yourself and Johnny's brow shot up.
"Jus' th' tip, eh?" He shared your impish grin and you two snickered at the dirty joke.
"Let me try." Price moved behind you, chest pressing up against you and his chin rested on your shoulder as he began to configure the machine successfully. Heart racing againgst your chest as he expertly navigated the expresso mechanism, preparing it into the mug you had set out. His warm breath tickling your ear as he aptly transferred the steamed milk over top the espresso, creating a swan with a few flicks of the wrist. He set it down for all to see. A pregnant pause followed.
"Show off." Kyle scoffed, arms folded leaning against the kitchen island as he smirked at his Captain.
"Ye knew how to do it this whole time..." Johnny shook his head in disbelief. Price squeezed your middle before placing chaste kisses on your neck with a smug expression while Johnny and Kyle reprimand him for not teaching them earlier, but of course he doesn't give a damn. Muffled giggles into the crook of your pretty neck as his subordinates have a crack at him.
In a bit of delirium from Price's hot touch you scanned the area to find Simon and snickered at the sight. The bickering three followed your gaze to a quiet and serene Simon who was no longer paying attention, sitting on one of the barstool's at the kitchen bar with his cup of steaming tea; pinky in air and all.
Johnny clicked his tongue. "Fuckin' Brits."
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mykneeshurt · 1 year
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Pride
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Thank you to @ave661 for the eye candy
Price x AFAB!reader
Warnings - 18+, minors DNI, daddy kink, praise kink, semi-public sex, p in v, oral f receiving, oral m receiving, unprotected sex
Reader is early 30s Price is 38 … though in my mind he’s 100% 45 lmao man radiates dilf energy
This isn’t proof read … I love chaos
It’s started as a joke, a tongue in cheek joke aimed towards you Captain over some celebratory drinks in the local pub. It had been a hard mission, alcohol was a must after what you’d been through as a team. It was the middle of December, fairy lights hung above the bar as a roaring fire lit up the snug corner of the pub.
Drinks were flowing, the atmosphere was cosy and conversation was easy. You were sat in the middle of your Captain and your Lieutenant. Their wide bodies crowded you in the booth as you relaxed into the warmth of their firm muscles. As you were drinking Gaz came running up to the table ‘right, I’m off.’ He had a smirk on his face as he downed the last of his pint, noticing a woman stood by the door you threw him a wink ‘she’s very pretty Gaz. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t.’
Soon after Johnny slipped away, telling you he was meeting up with an old friend. Even your stoic Lieutenant had been making eyes at a lucky woman at the bar. Turning to your Captain, your head swimming in alcohol you pouted at him. ‘What’s the matter cap? Worried you’re a bit too old for these spring chickens in here?’ You smiled as you said it, rubbing your tongue over your teeth.
‘Careful love’ he growled, just low enough so only you could hear, ‘could teach you a thing or two yanno.’ You scoffed rolling your eyes, you dropped your eyes to his lips as you bit yours softly. ‘An old man like you? What would you know about pleasing a woman?’
And that’s exactly how you ended up in the back of his car, laid out, bottom half bare as he ran his tongue up and down your cunt. You gripped the leather seats as his tongue swirled around your clit, adding just the right amount of pressure to sent jolts of electricity through your body.
Your sweet moans filled the car as Price inhaled them like the very oxygen he needed to survive. Arching your hips into him you craved more. He was holding back. ‘John … please’ you begged as you gripped his arm. ‘What’s the matter? Old man too much for you?’ He questioned, his deep blue eyes fixated on your glowing body. ‘Feels so good John, don’t stop.’
With your permission he grazed your slit with his thick fingers, gathering your arousal. The sound was sinful. You bit your lip as he gently pushed into you, stretching your hole as you gasped for breath. You couldn’t see it, but he had one hell of a smug grin over his face. If it was one thing the Captain took pride in? It was how he could fuck.
He picked up his pace as he slowly added a second finger, stretching you further. He watched as his fingers moved in and out of your glistening hole, conducting a chorus of gasps and moans from your lips. He kept thrusting his fingers, watching your body writhe from pleasure. Your chest heaving and panting, your eyes screwed shut as you clenched your thighs around him.
‘Pretty little thing ain’t you?’ He cooed, before adding his thumb to your swollen bundle of nerves. A sharp gasp left your lips at the sudden intrusion. ‘Shit, oh my god’ you whimpered, burying your face into the leather seat. He leant over you, still keeping his punishing pace, lips hovering just above yours. ‘Not god love, just John.’
Feeling you begin to clench around his fingers he replaced his thumb with his mouth. Nipping, sucking and licking your clit, pushing you further and further to the brink of your orgasm. A string of incoherent words emerged from your throat as you threw your head back. ‘That’s it, give it to me love’ he whispered against your cunt, his beard tickling your sensitive skin.
Pushing your fingers through his hair you gripped it, pulling his face further into your aching pussy. He smiled against your folds savouring your arousal on his tongue. Your orgasm rushed over you in a tidal wave of unbridled pleasure. Completely blinded by your orgasm you hadn’t realised what you’d moaned.
Opening your eyes you saw Price staring down at you, a devilish glint in his eye. ‘Daddy huh?’ Oh god no. You didn’t realise you’d said it. He nuzzled into your neck nipping it softly between his teeth ‘mmm let daddy show you how well he can fuck eh?’ It was a growl, a low rumble from the depths of his chest.
He pulled you up onto his lap as he kissed you, his arms wrapped around you as he cupped your head into his. The kiss was messy and desperate, tongues fighting for control amongst the mass of teeth and lips. Rolling your hips into him you felt his hard cock against your core. ‘Fuck me John, now’ you demanded. Never being one to say no he quickly pulled out his cock and lined himself up.
You sank down onto his cock, both gasping as he filled your hole. He gripped your hips and began guiding you, rolling you back and forth as you covered his cock with your arousal. ‘Keep goin love, just like that … pussys so good’ he praised. He licked his lips as you began bouncing, wrapping your arms around his neck you nipped his bottom lip.
The windows were steamed up, the car filled with the sound of skin on skin, your pussy being filled and fucked. But the good Captain wanted more, wanted to show you how good he really was. In a swift motion he placed you face down on the back seat, instinctively you arched your hips up to meet him. He slipped back into your cunt, both of you gasping once more.
You pushed back into him as he began to thrust, gripping both your hips he slammed into you. A truly punishing pace, his cock felt so good as it ground against your core. He let out deep satisfied moans as he fucked you from behind. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, feeling completely cock drunk. ‘Oh fuck daddy!’ You wailed as you scrambled to grip onto the leather seat, his pace was unrelenting. ‘That’s right’ he growled, ‘let daddy take this of this pussy.’
Spanking your ass he watched as the muscle juggled with each thrust. His eyes glued to the shape of your body beneath him, he snaked his hand into your hair. Pulling you backward causing your to arch your back further, your tits bounced each time he slammed into your pussy. ‘Oh fuck, right there, right there daddy’ you spat through gritted teeth.
‘Good girl, takin’ this cock so well.’ The praise drove you wild, it was like nothing you’d ever experienced before. Your skin felt like it was on fire, he rubbed your back, each fibre of your being lit up as he caressed you. ‘More daddy please, please please please’ you muttered, it was almost like a mantra. He spanked you again ‘little whore cock drunk already? Daddy’s doin a good job huh?’ He groaned under his breath.
You felt yourself tighten against his cock, ‘fuck fuck fuck, gonna cum’ you said, your voice strained from pure pleasure and desire. He dropped his hand from your waist to your clit, toying with it between his fingers. Daring you to come on his cock, pushing you further and further. He couldn’t not make you come again, his pride wouldn’t let him. He needed to hear your pretty little moans again, feel your cunt constrict around his cock.
Your jaw went slack, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you pushed your forehead into the seat beneath you. No sound came from your mouth as your orgasm ripped through you. John wasn’t too far behind, he pulled out and flipped you over, shoving his cock down your throat. You gagged around him as he came down your throat. Looking up at him through hooded lids, tears stung the corners of your eyes as you swallowed.
Whispered grunts and whimpers fell from his lips as his cock pulsated in your mouth. Your sweet saliva coating the entire length of his sensitive shaft. He offered you a warm smile as he pulled out, tracing your jaw with his thumb. ‘Now. What do you say to daddy?’
With a content sigh you licked your lips as you grazed his muscular thigh with your nails. ‘Mmm thank you.’
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Taglist - @luminousbeings-crudematter @griffmors
I low key hate this lmfao daddy kink makes me shudder but it fit - thank you to @johnnytavish who suggested the daddy kink lmao
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john-silvers · 5 months
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XI. Every man has his torments, demons born of past wrongs that hound and harass him. You perceive the effects of Captain Flint's demons, echoes of their voices, but I know their names. I was there when they were born. I know the things they whisper to him at night. So you can believe me when I tell you that within his chorus of torments...
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