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waspstar · 2 years
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bro check out this cantata
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o0par0o · 3 months
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The accompanist/the conductor
I just love him so much.
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mothric · 1 year
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me about an actor I developed a fat crush on overnight: I want to pick him up shake him like a ragdoll throw him in a pit of lions and cover him in dirt
me:
me: these are normal feelings to have about a man
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yo-nic-blog · 2 years
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SIMON HELBERG
Annette (2021)
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thatf-ckingfangirl · 2 years
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Ah, the Tease! (Excerpt)
Annette (2021), Henry McHenry x The Conductor
Rating: Explicit!
Note: This is very much a crackship, but it’s honest-to-god one of my favorite things I’ve written and shared publicly xD
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Green was such a contemptible color. It reminded him of moss, mold, and other dirty things. And while he had no idea what Henry’s hygienic habits were - and didn’t care to know - he still associated the man with filth. Filthy humor. Filthy language. Filthy sense of style.
His eyes latched once more onto the green beanie atop the dark-haired man’s head. Without shame, it bobbed and weaved its way between the mingling crowds, slowly making its way towards him.
The moonlight reception was otherwise a beautiful affair, filled with prominent names and titles, each dressed to the nines, engaging in loud small talk and whispered secrets. He indulged here and there throughout the evening, a man weak to temptation, and it was quite nice to be so involved for a change. He thought the presence of paparazzi would ruin the intimate atmosphere, but the steady flash of cameras added a sense of glamor. Ann appreciated such things.
Now, here she was before him, her white gown contrasting splendidly with the night-blue sky. She was as radiant as the ethereal and tragically-betrayed Periphonĕ she played each night at the LAMC. Glowing. Untouchable. He was almost relieved to see her. Alas, the green beanie appeared at her side.
It stood out like an eyesore against the soft yellow and white hues, taunting him, as if to say: yes, indeed, Ann Desfranoux and Henry McHenry were now wedded, and there was nothing anyone could do about it. Least of all him.
“Ah, Ann, ‘see you’ve invited the entertainment,” Henry said, raising a glass of what looked to be remnants of whiskey. Wedged between his fingers was a cigarette. He wore a basic black suit, dress shirt ruffled and halfway unbuttoned, and all and all looked fairly bedraggled for a man just married. He tilted his head downward to look at the shorter man - a stinging reminder of their severe height difference - and winked. “S’a joke,” he said, “Glad you could join the festivities, my accompanist friend.”
Anger flared through his small frame at the use of his deeply-bemoaned title. Henry didn’t even look him in the eye when he said it. As if he couldn’t be bothered to gauge the reaction. Ann laughed heartily at the unfunny jest. A brilliant actress.
“Pleased to be here,” he managed, words devoid of all meaning. He took a sip of his own drink, a sweet Moscato, and looked at his friend, his escaping dove. She smiled and reached for his hand.
“Thank you for coming, truly,” Ann said, fingers warm and light. Something flickered behind her gaze. A silent wish for him to be okay with all of this. “It means the world.”
He glanced at their joined hands, conjuring up as much sincerity as he could muster. “I hope you will be happy,” he said and squeezed her hand, a final acquiescence. An acceptance. She beamed bright and let go.
Henry was properly looking at him now, the sudden soberness in his gaze flirting with something uncomfortable. But before any significance could be prescribed to it, he tossed back the remainder of the whiskey and slung an arm around his new bride.
“Let’s waltz, m’dear,” he slurred and, without further preamble, whisked her away to the dance floor. They were a whirlwind of greens and blacks and whites as jaunty melodies filled the night air, the crowd cheering them on in inebriated jubilee.
He watched from the side tables, trapped in a maelstrom of loss and envy. Envy for Henry, yes, that much was obvious. However, as the couple ambled around the dance floor, his gaze gradually slid from his dear friend to the mistake of a man grinning like the undeserving fool he was, fully knowing he’d gotten away with something he shouldn’t have by marrying this woman. Spinning her fast and effortlessly in his sturdy arms. And in separate, smaller degrees, the covetous and resentful thoughts he harbored so long for Henry briefly shifted to Ann.
The revelation plucked the glass from between his fingers, and he had to sit down for the remainder of the reception, dabbing at the now blighted cream-colored tablecloth, stealing glances at the bride and groom only when wine couldn’t distract long enough to stop it.
Read the rest on AO3. (it only gets hornier from here)
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tentacleteapot · 8 days
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I took a ‘what Dungeons & Dragons class would you be?’ quiz and got (accurately) diagnosed with theater kid bard, so here’s me as a half-elf bard with a pet anteater! this was such a fun design to figure out and draw, and I had a lot of fun figuring out how I’d avoid the traditional “horny bard” tropes in both my roleplay and character design. I put some loose backstory ideas and ‘lore’ under the cut if anybody wants it.
I think I’m naming this character/version of me Annette! following the logic that this is supposed to be Literally Me as a D&D character (and ignoring for a moment that my group is abandoning 5E as soon as we possibly can), I figure I’d be a College of Glamor bard with a lot of theater kid/shameless enabler energy. I hate the horny bard stereotype a lot, so I figured I’d go with the ‘aspiring celebrity’ angle instead: irl my mom was a voice major focusing on opera and had a brief singing career, so I figure in-universe she’s an elf and a famous opera singer who founded a bard college. once I graduated I became an adventurer as soon as I possibly could, wanting to get out of her shadow and be famous for being me, not for being her daughter. I don’t play an instrument but I sing and use an enchanted conductor’s wand to create music to accompany myself, when I’m not using the wand as a focus for my spells! my anteater’s name is Imogene and whether her star pattern is an illusion or not is none of your business, thank you! I think the magical sigils produced by the baton can also create a magical dagger or sword for self-defense, and swinging the blade also causes fight scene music to play from nowhere. also yeah I stole the big poofy coat look from One Piece and I’d do it again.
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🌟 All Through The Night - FULL Short Film with Tim Daly 🌟
What a performance! 👏🏻
I can understand why Tim said it would be hard for Téa to see it (in reference to her dad going through something similar at the end of his life), because it is hard to see him like this.
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It’s the night before his father, a retired choir conductor with Alzheimer’s (TIM DALY of "Madam Secretary" and "The Sopranos"), moves into a long-term clinic, and Neil Kelly (LUKE SLATTERY of "The Boys in the Boat") is determined to stir his dad’s memory while facing his own.
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Produced, Written and Directed by GRAHAM MARVIN
Starring: TIM DALY, LUKE SLATTERY, HAYDEN BERCY and MYRNA CABELLO
Featuring: THE CHORAL SOCIETY OF GRACE CHURCH IN NEW YORK
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Producers: LENNY MATIAS and KENNY SILBER
Director of Photography: ZACH STOLTZFUS
Casting: CONRAD WOOLFE
Editor (of project AND this trailer!): RONNIE RIOS
Colorist: SODALITE COLOR / TAM LE
Post Sound: SILVER SOUND / CORY CHOY
Original Music: FORREST WEIHE
Production Sound & Post Choir Mix: RYAN DEROSA
Production Designers: JUNE HUCKO and CHELSEA SMITH-DOUGHERTY
Choir Music Arrangement: JAMESON MARVIN
Choir Conductor: JOHN MACLAY
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Executive Producers: MIKE KARP & RAMON TORRES, ANNETTE KIM, POLLY & JAMESON MARVIN, SARAH EVANGELINE NORMAN, BEN SMITH, FRANK SMITH, MAY SMITH, JEFF WANG
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1st AD: AMBER LEASURE
Key PA: SAM REYNOLDS
Addtl PAs: MITCH DELTUVIA and JOHN PAPOVITCH
1st AC: DARLENA CHIEM
2nd AC: MAX BATCHELDER
Camera PA: ANDREW COHEN
Set Decorator: STEPHEN HASSETT
Key Grips: DAVID PERSAUD, CHRISTOPH RUSSI and MATT IACONO
Gaffer: AYA FAHAM
Electric: NOAH SOLOMON
Best Boy: DEVIN HOLLINGER and NICK ROONEY
Script Supervisors: DEVIN SMITH and DANIELA PAIEWONSKY
Makeup: FLORIANE DAVID
Hair: STESHA ROSS
Covid-19 Testing: PROJECT INDIE HOPE
Co-EP: GERRY PASS
Associate Producers: CHARLIE PHOENIX and CORY CHOY
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yusuke-of-valla · 11 months
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FE 3H au where Garreg Mach is a college and everyone is in Marching Band
Byleth and Shez would be drum majors (Conductors)
Flayn, Yuri, Ferdinand, Constance, Monica, Marianne, and Annette would be Color Guard (Flags)
Edelgard, Dedue, Ingrid, Petra, Cyril, and Raphael would be Drumline
Dimitri, Hilda, Sylvain, Caspar, Balthus, Mercedes, and Leonie would be Brass
Claude, Lysithea, Hubert, Dorothea, Lorenz, Ashe, and Ignatz would be Woodwinds
Linhardt, Felix, Bernadetta, Jeritza, and Hapi would be Pit (Immovable Percussion instruments)
Edelgard, Dimitri, and Claude specifically play the Bass Drum, Trombone, and Saxophone respectively, and Byleth and Shez played the Clarinet and Melophone respectively.
This is amazing. In particular I like imagining Felix is somehow AS serious about percussion as he is about sword fighting.
Also being in band somehow got Glenn killed
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singeratlarge · 6 months
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY to Stiv Bators, the Boston Symphony Orchestra (1881), Eddie Brigati, Michael Eck, Joan Fontaine, Bobby Fuller, Annette Funicello, Jeff Goldblum, Zac Hanson, Curly (Jerome) Howard, Ray Jones (Billy J. Kramer & the Dakotas), Timothy Leary, Franz Liszt, Shelby Lynne, Christopher Lloyd, Toby Mac, Paul McCartney’s 1984 film/LP GIVE MY REGARDS TO BROAD STREET, singer-songwriter Michael McGovern, singer-songwriter and amazing guitarist Shreddy Murphy, guitarist Mario Novelli (Pondhawks), chief technician Ed Ploy, Dory Previn, Roddy Rich, Bobby Seale, Shaggy, Wesley Stace a.k.a. John Wesley Harding, Leslie West, conductor-violinist Paul Zukovsky, and actor, avid dog-lover, and singer-songwriter Lee Vogt—I’ve been working with Lee for a few years, creating tracks of confessional pop songs with irony, levity, and truth. Check out his music, especially if you’re a fan of McCartney, Nilsson, Randy Newman, James Taylor etc. HB Lee, and thank you for your years of giving people joy from the stage and the studio. 
https://leevogt.bandcamp.com + https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e_Ap-OeSpeQ
#birthday #leevogt #singersongwriter #actor #mccartney #nilsson #randynewman #jamestaylor #johnnyjblair
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brookstonalmanac · 1 month
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Birthdays 3.26
Beer Birthdays
William Brand (1938)
Bill Siebel (1946)
Rudi Ghequire (1959)
Ben Myers
Fraggle (1967)
Scott Vaccaro (1978)
Five Favorite Birthdays
Alan Arkin; actor (1934)
Richard Dawkins; biologist, writer (1941)
Paul Erdos; Hungarian mathematician (1913)
Robert Frost; poet (1874)
Leonard Nimoy; actor (1931)
Famous Birthdays
Edward Bellamy; writer (1850)
Pierre Boulez; conductor (1925)
Nathanial Bowditch; astronomer (1838)
James Caan; actor (1940)
Joseph Campbell; writer (1904)
Bob Elliot; comedian, "Bob & Ray" (1923)
Marshall Faulk; St. Louis Rams RB (1973)
Leeza Gibbons; television hostess (1957)
Jennifer Grey; actor (1960)
Sterling Hayden; actor (1916)
Duncan Hines; writer, cake-mix mogul (1880)
A.E. Housman; English writer, poet (1849)
James Iha; rock guitarist (1968)
Michael Imperioli; actor (1966)
Erica Jong; writer (1942)
Harry Kalas; sportscaster (1936)
Keira Knightley; actor (1985)
Vicki Lawrence; actor (1949)
Anthony James Leggett; physicist (1938)
Joe Loco; jazz musician (1921)
Leslie Mann; actor (1972)
James Moody; jazz saxophonist (1925)
Sandra Day O'Connor; US Supreme Court justice (1930)
Nancy Pelosi; politician (1940)
teddy Pendergrass; pop singer (1950)
Diana Ross; pop singer (1944)
Annette Schwartz; German porn actor (1984)
Martin Short; actor, comedian (1950)
Amy Smart; actor (1976)
Paige Spiranac; golfer (1993)
Misty Stone; porn actor (1986)
Richard Tandy; rock musician, "ELO" (1948)
Steven Tyler; rock singer (1948)
Sara Jean Underwood; model (1984)
William Westmoreland; military general (1914)
Tennessee Williams; writer, playwright (1911)
Bob Woodward; journalist (1943)
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sodepopcorn · 1 year
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Currently barking at the thought of the song The Conductor from the movie Annette but sang by Snape about Lily from Harry Potter
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wendyleepurdy · 2 years
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Vale UK Trumpeter, Annette Brown. Courageous beyond belief, a loving and caring human being and outstanding musician and conductor. You will be missed by the musical theatre community. Rest in Peace dearest Netty. https://www.instagram.com/p/CjT6rX8BIj6/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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talesfromthecrypts · 2 years
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The exact opposite dynamic. Perfect. I have literally zero notes for De Palma or Carax
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marryannette · 3 years
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First and foremost, I really loved this movie; it is not for everyone. If I had to describe it quickly, I would say that if Shakespeare and Edgar Allen Poe got together and make a rock opera, this is that brain child.
This is MOST definitely a passion film project that upon first glance is a weird, musical, murder drama with a puppet for a character. However, with each watch I see a new layer of depth and it just keeps bringing me back for more. If you like that sort of thing, which I do.
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shinygreenapple · 2 years
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The Henry McHenry/Conductor fic that no one asked for. Very mild dubcon, angst.
I don't even know what the name for this ship is 😂
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