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babiebom · 9 months

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Dbd Killers as Nicknames my friends and I use in game

A/N: because i think. I only have like one thing posted for dbd. These are the Male Killers!

Tw:maybe cursing? None? Slight sexualization of certain killers?

Genre:headcanons? Or written like headcanons at least

Wc: maybe 3+ for each killer?

The Trapper/Evan Macmillan

Has no nickname

Is just "the trapper"

Always said in a panic tho

Is usually called a "stupid stupid man"

The Clown/Jeffrey Hawk

"Oh it's *imitation of him coughing*"

His nickname is just us coughing in gross ways

Also "you absolute baboon" by when we're upset

The Ghostface/Danny "Jed Olsen" Johnson

My boyfriend

I exclusively call him this

Everyone else says "oh no your boyfriend is here"

Or we call him Ghost-a Fa-che in really bad italian accents

The Executioner/Pyramid Head

Conehead

Forgot the word pyramid

Also trianglehead

Usually proceeded or followed by "ewwwwww why is he sludging up the place????"

The Twins/Victor Deshayes

Ugly little baby

We forgot that he is not really a baby

We also call him Viktor Vector

Usually followed by "kill her little baby"

Or "stomp on himmmmm"

Then "yeah that's what you get you ugly baby"

The Mastermind/Albert Wesker

Lil Kitty Meow Meow

Bc I accidentally called him whisker

And that reminded me of the Lil kitty meow meow meme

Is usually followed by his "urgh" when he does the dashy thing

The Nemesis/Nemesis

Nemesussy

It was a slip of the tongue that stuck

I also call him Thanos half the time

I forget his name and panic

Then call him Thanos because big purple man

Usually proceeded by "oh god it's Thanos I can see his stupid little zombies"

The Doctor/Herman Carter

Has no nickname but is usually called out by saying "sorry I can't talk right now he's ELECTROCUTING ME"

followed by imitations of his laugh

The Legion/Frank&Joey

I do not know how to write this

It's literally just The Legion but pronounced with a very bad French accent

Also Franklin or Frankie-boy

And Josepher and "which one is this one again"

The Trickster/Jiwoon Hak

We either call him Trickster

Or Jungkook from Bts(yes this whole thing)

Is usually followed by "bob and weave and bob and weave"

Or is followed by "please dont kamsahamnida me"

The Wraith/ Phillip Ojomo

Bing Bong

Because when he hits his little thing it goes Bing Bong

Usually proceeded by "oh god" and "please don't be bingbong"

Usually followed by "oh god where did he go"

The Hillbilly/ Max Thompson Jr

We just call him by Max

I usually call him Maxie-poo

Cute

The Cannibal/ Bubba Sawyer

Like Max we just call Bubba by Bubba

Bubba is a cute nickname in of itself

The Oni/Kazan Yamaoka

Onigiri

Because I said "Oni? Like onigiri?"

Followed by screaming or "someone stop him he's eating my blood"

The Deathslinger/Caleb Quinn

Rootie tootie mcshooty shooty

Because it's funny

Also sometimes call him the hashslinger

Or hashslinging slashed

From spongebob because we again forgot his name

The Shape/Michael Myers

Miku Miku

Because I panicked when I saw him and could not speak or remember his name for the life of me

Usually followed by "oh god this is gonna be a bad match"

Also followed by singing the song but only by saying Bing and bong.

The Nightmare/Freddy Kreuger

"Ew its stupid what's his face....sleepytime....nightnight"

Has no real nickname because we're not happy to see him

"Why is there blood coming out of this...oh."

"Haha your neck is bent weird"

The Blight/Talbot Grimes

Incoherent screaming

Literally it's "uhhhh HA HUHHHH WHA HELP"

Followed by "why is he so fast?"

Or is called speedy Gonzales or Sonic

The Knight/Tarhos Kovács

I have accidentally called him the borgo

We also just call him the knight or just scream

The Cenobite/Elliot Spencer

Pinhead

I find it funny that that is an actual name for him

Because we usually call him that

The Demogorgon(?)

Or "stupid pinhead" but you get the gist

Also BabyBox

Bad doggie

He is a dog that is bad because he keeps biting me with his weird little face

The Dredge(?)

Is this thing a male? Idk but it counts

Again we are bad at remembering names

Half the time he is called the sludge

Usually followed by "why is it nighttime"

#dead by daylight #dead by daylight killer #dead by daylight headcanons #dbd shitpost #dbd headcanons #dbd killer #dbd #dbd ghostface #dbd doctor #dbd wraith #dbd wesker #dead by daylight shitpost #dbd male killers #dead by daylight male killers #slashers #slasher headcanons

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thatdesusa · 6 years

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Fuuu-sion! XD

Also, dat Tootie Manson Σ(°ロ°)

#butch hartman #danny phantom #danny fenton #timmy turner #tootie carter #sam manson #fairly odd parents #foop plasmius is such a square

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geminimoonbeamx · 6 years

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I knew you were trouble: Part One

A/N: So I’m trying to figure out a way to realistically incorporate all of these characters lol. There’s going to be times when you don’t like them; because let’s be real, they did grow up in this pretty shifty world.

Also, I’m trying to find my bearings writing Carter and ughhhh, he’s hard lol

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: As with all of my stories there’s a permanent warning of cursing. I have a mouth like a sailor and express myself through the word fuck. Underage drinking.

Summary: Y/N Bass had always liked to think of herself as different- but when it comes to Carter Baizen she gets played just like the rest. Between a life changing mistake and the trials of first heartbreak, she has so much growing up to do, she wonders how she can possibly be expected to raise a child without it being just as fucked up as she is.

You don’t know why you choosing to go to Caroline’s party is such a big fucking deal.

But it is.

You receive shit from it on all ends. Adrian tries, weakly and in vain, to convince you that you should at least make an appearance at Blair’s to which you shrug and tell him “Nah, it’s the principle of the situation- fuck her”

And he groans and throws himself back on his bed because he knew you- knew just how stubborn you were.

When Saturday night rolls around, you stand in your vast closet, your body sucked into lacy shapewear that smooth’s over your rolls nd leaves your middle cinched in. You cant decide what exactly to wear and you gnaw on your lip as you toss clothes haphazardly in your wake. When your phone chirps from its place on the counter of one of your shoe racks, you’re expecting it to be Mika(who’s late, and who’s hair you were supposed to do). You grimace as you take in the caller I.D.

Mother fu-

“Hi Chuck” You force yourself to answer it.

“Cousin” Is all he gives you in greeting “Please tell me you’ve reevaluated your life choices and are coming to Blair’s tonight”

You’d always found the way he talked equally as annoying as it was interesting. That pretentious jerk.

“My life choices don’t need reevaluating, thanks. And no- I’m not going to that party so fuck off” You inform him, only half paying attention. You phone sandwiched between your ear and your shoulder as you fingered through the racks of clothes.

“Y/N” The way he says your name is serious, as though you’d committed a real crime and it makes you bark out a laugh.

“Charles” You reply, deepening your voice to tease him right back. There were a lot of people who didn’t have the balls to jest with your cousin, to proke and prod at him- you weren’t one of them. You listen to his almost convincing lulls, rolling you eyes more then once in the duration of the conversation. Blah, Blah, Bass’ stick together in social situations. Blair’s my girlfriend and she’s expecting you there, blah, blah.

“Welp, looks like you’re all just going to have to miss my presence tonight”

“You’re really skipping this to go to a Baizens party. I cant believe you” The way he spits out the name Baizen- the vehement hate is almost scary. You knew he hated Carter, if only because of the brief tryst he’d had with Blair, but jeeze. This was intense. See? Men are just as petty an jealous and grudge holding as anyone.

“Caroline’s nice”

“You don’t even know her”

“I do! She wrote a few papers for me last year. I graduated because of her”

He scoffs “You’re one of the smartest people I know, if you hadn’t been so god damn lazy last year you wouldn’t have needed people to do your homework for you”

You couldn’t argue that, so you didn’t.

“What ever. Fuck off, I’m still not going” You say instead, as you decide on a body con green skirt. You can hear the jingle of your door being opened and then Mika hollering

“Honey, I’m home”

“I’m taking this as a personal act of betrayal” Chuck digresses and it sets you off into another bout of laughter.

“You are such a drama queen, shut up”

Mika walks into your closet and you hold up a finger, silently telling her to wait a second.

‘Who is it?’ She mouths.

'Chuck’ You mouth back and she just grins and nods and makes her way out of the closet and into your apartment, as though she owns the place. as though she was a permenant resident. Which she pretty much was.

There’s a bit more of a argument, a back and forth like there always is between the two of you, before he can tell that you’re dead serious. He tells you to have fun with your new family, his voice voice not malicious though- and then that he’d save you a drink just incase you came to your senses.

“I’ll keep that in mind. Have fun tonight, loser. Be safe”

“You too”

And then there was the click of him hanging up. You know it didn’t seem affectionate, but it was. It was the way that you two had always communicated with eachother, you’re on personal language of sorts.

You find Mika sitting cross legged on your bed, a bong as big as her torso in her lap as she takes long drags from it. “Help me with my hair before I just decide to shave my head” She says around coughs as she offers you the bong, your own bong, as a token and you laugh and tell her to meet you in your bathroom. What would she do without you.

You’d always lived your life a little more then casually late, so its no surprise that you and your friends are over an hour late to Carolines party. Adrian, ever the snarker, says she’s lucky that you guys had decided to show at all. That earns him a hard elbow to the side from you. The hotel that she was throwing it in was nice, extravagant, and you’re struck once more by just how loaded the Baizens were. Old money, ancient money. And lots of it.

“Oh this is so sad” comes Mika’s quiet mutter as you enter the event room- it was decorated impeccably. Gorgeous and modern, the only lighting coming from pretty strings of fairy lights and neon fixtures set up around the room…but even in the dim lighting, you could see that there were no more then twenty people scattered around the large room.

“This shit is more then sad- this is tragic. It’s so dead in here, it looks like the hospital that guy wakes up in in 28 days later” Adrian whispers, his eyes wide with genuine shock at the state of this party.

Poor Caroline…

You’re just about to suggest you guys find the bar, and start to drain it when the girl herself comes up to you.

“Y/N” She sounds so happy, so astonished that you were actually there that you had to fight your face from turning into a frown. You don’t want her to think you’re pitying her. “Oh my gosh, you came!”

“Yeah, I RSVP’d last week” You reach over to give her a short hug “This place looks amazing! You have to give me the number to your decorator!”

Even Adrian, who does have a heart by the way, forces himself to smile and be cheery when the girl greets him. He doesn’t hug though- Adrian’s very picky on who he makes body contact and even though he’s trying to be nice, the most Carolines going to get is a pat on the shoulder. Mika’s still high as a kite from earlier and throws her arms around the younger girl overbearingly.

“Happy Birthday!” She cheers with a dopey grin.

“Oh, it um- isn’t my birthday” Caroline corrects her and Mika’s eyebrows pinch.

“Really? Then why is there a cake?” Mika points out as though it explained every in asked question in the universe.

“Let them eat cake, Meeks” You say cheekily and she gives you a sideways crook of her eye. She’s more then aware of your obsession with Marie Antionette. You’d always felt a spiritual connection to her, you explain. You also could put a country in debt with your shopping habits.

“Wise words to live by” Carter Baizen never made an easy entrance. Something about his…fucking being just tended to make his mere presence impactful. Big. Noticeable.

Well that and the fact that he was drop dead fucking gorgeous. You cant deny that. Even though you think he’s a piece of trash.

You give him a small, forced smile in response.

Of course he notices. He knows he’s not your favorite person- he remembered you having to help bail Nate out of that whole gambling thing he’d roped the younger man into…and he’d stolen from your brother…

No matter.

That didn’t mean the two of you couldn’t be friends, right?

For the rest of the night he seems to make that his personal mission; if only to get back at Chuck somehow in his mind.

You won’t have it though. Yes, you’d come for Caroline. You’d come to be a decent person, to have a clear conscious. But that was it. This wasn’t some white flag being waved. The Bass’ and Baizens had never gotten along and you were there to change that.

Especially not after what he had done to Nate.

You were only human, and of course you not only heard, but partook in the gossip that ran among the maze of socialites over the years. You knew knew enough about him to want to keep him at arms length.

He was goregous, but he was pure trouble. And you were trying to be different.

So, even though Carter attempted to make small talk, offered you and your friends drinks, and acted like a funny, charming human being- you were far from convinced.

You let the conversation pass to Mika and Adrian, well mostly Adrian who was flirting with him openly.

You didn’t think Carter swung that way, but you also didn’t think Adrian cared. He was one hell of a flirt.

You’d been to better parties before, forsure, but this one wasn’t the worst you’d ever attended. You frequented luncheons for Christ sakes. At least this one wasn’t filled with snooty tooty old people who were just dying to kill your buzz.

Which was fluctuating pretty steadily. You’d been dancing, with a constant drink in your hand since a few hours ago. You’d had four vodka crans when you decided you needed to step outside, get a deep breath of fresh air to center yourself. You let your friends know as you slide past them. Adrian’s twerking on Caroline and Mikas doing something that looks similar to the hula.

The air is crisp and just on the right side of cool when you step out into one of the balconies. You inhale deeply and try to sort through your tipsy mind. Everything feels good, as you stare out at the lights you feel weightless. Even the ever present pinch of your heels is on the back burner.

And then…you feel eyes. The same cat like gaze you’d caught on you various times throughout the night.

“You’re a real creep, you know?” You state as you turn around and half glare at the culprit.

Carter just gives that devilish, crooked grin of his.

“I’ve been called worse” he shrugs as he joins you at the ledge your leaning on.

Hah, you bet.

“You feeling okay? I just came to check on you” at that you give him a disbelieving look.

Whatever.

Your eyes, so expressive and clear, portray what your thinking and it just makes him grin harder.

“Thanks” you don’t sound very thankful though.

“You hate me, right?” Carter wonders bluntly, figuring he might as well put it all out there on the table. He’s had a few drinks himself.

“No, Carter. I don’t hate you” he’s only pleasantly surprised for a second before you continue “I literally don’t have any energy to spend on you. That’s how little you mean to me”

Well damn.

He hadn’t been expecting that one.

You don’t even look at him as your ice cold words hit him, no, you just stare at the skyline. And he stares at the side of your face. At the way the shadows play tricks with your eyelashes.

“Well, no matter how you feel about me, I appreciate you coming tonight. I really do” Carter coughs before he starts , he felt the need to thank you. Even though he wondered why exactly you had come.

You just nod “I know what it’s like to have assholes in your family- it’s not fair to get the backlash for that” you mutter.

His eyes, peircing and gray, make you want to squirm. The intensity in them is palpable.

“Stop staring at me, Baizen” you tell him, shooting him a sideways look and in retrospect, he thinks that’s the exact moment he realized he wanted to know you better.

“So tell me about yourself, little Bass. It’s been a while”

You fight the urge to gag dramatically.

“Nothing to tell really”

“You graduated last year, right?”

“Yup”

“You’ve been up to anything interesting since?”

“Nope”

He can’t help but get a little frustrated. You’re really shutting him down, not even subtly. Carter didn’t respond well to being shrugged off.

He lets out a humorless chuckle.

“You always this difficult?”

“Yup” you pop the p, put give him a small, amused smile.

You then sigh, maybe it was the drinks, but that little but of disappointment in his face breaks you “I um- took over my moms cosmetic company”

Carter nods and chews on that, trying to figure out how to tread lightly with this topic “Yeah, I heard she passed last year, her and your uncle…my condolences”

You just give him a hollow “thanks” before quickly changing the subject, wanting to get as far away from discussions of dead mothers and family curses as you could.

That night you learned Carter had spend months living in Youth Hostels; from Egypt to Greece and everywhere in between. You’d learned that he’d helped build huts in villages and paraglided in Brazil. You discovered that the two of you shared a morbid, yet almost dorky sense of humor and that maybe, just maybe you didn’t understand why everyone seemed to hate him so much. You’d stayed out on that balcony with him for what felt like hours, until Mika came looking for you claiming that

“Adrian took one too many jäger shots, time to bounce before he gets really sick. You know him, his puking would probably end up all over Twitter again”

You’d detached yourself from the conversation, said your goodbyes and walked away. Thinking that was the end of it.

As you felt that gaze on your back, you should have known that it was just the beginning.

As you sit in bed later that night, the dawn on the horizon outside your window you scroll through your phone. Mika’s asleep on her stomach on one side of you, and Adrian’s arm is slung across your waist and his head pillowed on your breast, on the other. A usaul position for the three of you at the end of a wild night.

When you opened up your Instagram app you couldn’t help the way you tensed up, surprised…thrilled. Carter Baizen had added you as a friend and hearted five or more of your pictures. Selfies. Ones of you dolled up and hitting all of your angles. Your stomach twists and a treacherous smile spreads across your face.

After a couple seconds you force yourself to click off of your phone, to reach over and toss it onto the bedside table. To force all giddy, stupid thoughts of Carter out of your head.

Don’t be an idiot, you chide yourself.

You wish you would have listened.

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Okay so I’m going to be messing with the timeline of GG. I’ll be taking elements and events from the show, but kind of twisting them and making them my own. If that’s not your cup of tea, this ones probably not for you.

And okay, some back ground on this reader; Her mother was a Bass; Bart and Jacks sister. We’ll get more into her death later , and her father maybe, just might pop up in later chapters.

Also, keep in mind that if you want to be tagged in this story(and if so please ask in the comment section), I would very much appreciate it if you give me some kind of feedback. Comment! Reblog! Tell me what you want to see! Don’t ghost read on me y'all lol

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contrabassconversations · 7 years

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413: Marlene Rosenberg on jazz education and the changing gig scene

It was great to chat with Marlene Rosenberg for the podcast! Marlene is a Chicago-based jazz bassist and educator and is one of the most active players in the local scene.

More About Marlene:

Marlene Rosenberg has emerged as one of the most talented and multi-faceted bass players on the scene today. She has played professionally throughout the United States, Europe, Latin America and Japan, performing with innumerable jazz luminaries, such as Kenny Barron, Frank Foster, Stan Getz, Albert “Tootie” Health, Joe Henderson, Marian McPartland, Cedar Walton,Wallace Roney, David “Fathead” Newman, Monty Alexander, Kevin Mahogony, Frank Morgan Frank Wess, Joe Williams and Nancy Wilson, to name a few. Her stylistic range encompasses everything from traditional Big Band to intimate experimental ensembles.

Rosenberg was featured on the recording of the Ed Thigpen Quartet entitled “Easy Flight.” Thigpen believes, “What makes Marlene special is her strength and depth of understanding of music. In a world of clones, she has managed to emerge as her own person with her own sound and feel… her time feel is steady and swings like mad.”

Rosenberg, who grew up in Illinois, began clarinet studies at the age of ten and took up the electric bass in high school, playing in the jazz band. She began acoustic bass in college at the University of Illinois, where she received the Smith Memorial Women’s Scholarship in 1977, and the University of Illinois Bass-Violas Scholarship two years in a row. Well versed in both the classical and jazz aspects of her instrument, she performed with the University’s main symphony orchestra as well as the prestigious U of Jazz Band, the top of six bands in University of Illinois, and a Masters of Music in Jazz Pedagogy from North western University in June of 1999.

In 1985, Rosenberg received an National Endownment of The Arts Jazz fellowship grant,which she used for intensive private study with Ron Carter, Hal Galper, Milk Richmond and Jim Mcneeley. She also counts among her teachers Warren Benfield (Chicago Symphony), Jeff Bradetich (Northwestern University), Ed Krolick and John Gravey (University Of Illinois), and Karl Fruh (Roosevelt University).She also Studied for a 9 month period with Rob Kassinger from the Chicago Symphony (2010) Also, as mentors, Rosenberg counts Rufus Reid and Ray Brown,John Clayton and Buster Williams.

In Addition to her versatility as a bassist, Rosenberg has developed a keen interest and capability in the performance of ethnic music. She has performed and recorded with the Balkan Rhythm Band, which focuses on traditional music from Yugoslavia, Serbia and Greece. Her enthusiasm for the drumming and dance of West Africa has promoted study with master drummers from Ghana as well as participation in an African drumming group in Chicago.

Rosenberg has worked with numerous modern dance troupes, improvising on both bass and percussion. All this experience have added an extra dimension to Rosenberg’s Jazz work giving it a rare depth and range.

Committed to imparting her knowledge to others, Rosenberg currently teaches privately in the Chicago area. She has given special workshops in high schools throughout the Chicago area and has been a clinician at the Saskatchewan School of the Arts in Canada. She has been involved with the Ravinia Jazz Mentors program in the Chicago public high schools.Rosenberg has given workshops on creating melodic bass lines at the International Society of Bassists conference.She was Adjunct Professor at Northern Illinois for 13 years University (1994-2007),teaching Bass Studio and Jazz History (1 Semester). Rosenberg was a full time professor at Western Illinois University, in Macomb, IL for 3 years from 2007-2010 (Teaching Bass, World Music, Popular Music & Jazz Combos)and currently is music faculty teaching jazz combos at Northwestern University (2009-current),in Evanston,Illinois. She also is on the Music Faculty at Roosevelt University, in Chicago.She has been working with students at the Gallery 37 Program in Chicago, Sponsored by the Thelonius Monk Intitute in Washington D.C.

Rosenberg has recorded radio and television commercials for McDonald’s and Ameritech, among others.

Rosenberg made her debut as a leader and composer on her compact disc “Waimea” (Bassline). Her latest CD “Pieces Of…”(Bassline) presents her as arranger as well as composer. PIECES OF… features pianist Cedar Walton and saxophonist Javon Jackson. Currently, (2011) she is a recipient of an Illinois Arts Council Grant which will help to complete her 3rd self Produced CD.

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wordsnstuff · 7 years

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Book Recommendations!

PLEASE READ: Hello my beautiful readers! A lot of you have been requesting a book recommendation list and I have finally delivered! If you purchase any of these books using the links I’ve put in this post, I will receive a commission so I can continue to update my blog regularly, with no charge to you beautiful readers! Please reblog and share this post, and I will be forever grateful.

The Night Circus by Erin Morganstern

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The Hate U Give by Angie Thomas

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~ Genre ~ Young Adult Fiction

☀ Summary ☀

The Hate U Give is a groundbreaking, thought-provoking debut novel inspired by the Black Lives Matter movement, about a teen girl who is the only witness to her friend's fatal shooting by a police officer. Sixteen-year-old Starr Carter moves between two worlds: the poor black neighborhood where she lives and the fancy suburban prep school she attends. The uneasy balance between these worlds is shattered when Starr witnesses the fatal shooting of her childhood best friend, Khalil, at the hands of a police officer. Khalil was unarmed. Soon afterward, Khalil's death is a national headline. Some are calling him a thug, maybe even a drug dealer and a gangbanger. Starr's best friend at school suggests he may have had it coming. When it becomes clear the police have little interest in investigating the incident, protesters take to the streets and Starr's neighborhood becomes a war zone. What everyone wants to know is: What really went down that night? And the only person alive who can answer that is Starr. But what Starr does -- or does not -- say could destroy her community. It could also endanger her life.

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Saving Ceecee Honeycutt by Beth Hoffman

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~ Genre ~ Women’s Fiction

☀ Summary ☀

Twelve-year-old CeeCee Honeycutt is in trouble. For years, she has been the caretaker of her mother, Camille, the town’s tiara-wearing, lipstick-smeared laughingstock, a woman who is trapped in her long-ago moment of glory as the 1951 Vidalia Onion Queen of Georgia. When tragedy strikes, Tootie Caldwell, CeeCee’s long-lost great-aunt, comes to the rescue and whisks her away to Savannah. There, CeeCee is catapulted into a perfumed world of prosperity and Southern eccentricity—one that appears to be run entirely by strong, wacky women. From the exotic Miz Thelma Rae Goodpepper, who bathes in her backyard bathtub and uses garden slugs as her secret weapons; to Tootie's all-knowing housekeeper, Oletta Jones; to Violene Hobbs, who entertains a local police officer in her canary-yellow peignoir, the women of Gaston Street keep CeeCee entertained and enthralled for an entire summer.

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The Secret History Of The Pink Carnation Lauren Willig

Rating: ✩✩✩{✩1/2}

~ Genre ~ Historical Fiction and Romance

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Realizing romantic heroes are a thing of the past, graduate student Eloise Kelly is determined to focus on her work. Her first stop: England, to finish her dissertation on the English spies of the Napoleonic Wars, like the Scarlet Pimpernel and the Purple Gentian. But her greatest conquest is to reveal the most elusive spy of them all, the dashing Pink Carnation. As she does, she discovers something for the history books-a living, breathing hero all her very own...

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What She Left Behind by Ellen Marie Wiseman

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~ Genre ~ Contemporary Fiction

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Ten years ago, Izzy Stone's mother fatally shot her father while he slept. Devastated by her mother's apparent insanity, Izzy, now seventeen, refuses to visit her in prison. But her new foster parents, employees at the local museum, have enlisted Izzy's help in cataloging items at a long-shuttered state asylum. There, amid piles of abandoned belongings, Izzy discovers a stack of unopened letters, a decades-old journal, and a window into her own past. Clara Cartwright, eighteen years old in 1929, is caught between her overbearing parents and her love for an Italian immigrant. Furious when she rejects an arranged marriage, Clara's father sends her to a genteel home for nervous invalids. But when his fortune is lost in the stock market crash, he can no longer afford her care--and Clara is committed to the public asylum. Even as Izzy deals with the challenges of yet another new beginning, Clara's story keeps drawing her into the past. If Clara was never really mentally ill, could something else explain her own mother's violent act? Piecing together Clara's fate compels Izzy to re-examine her own choices--with shocking and unexpected results.

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Q&As

What prompted the killing of Wondergal to begin with?

Honestly, I don’t remember exactly what prompted it. Gotta remember that back in 2010 when I started the STT, I wanted Timmy to become a Nightwing parody, and just killing off his love interest seemed the easiest way to do it (I also was hard core shipping Timmy with Tootie, so that was the easiest way to make him choose her ^^; ). I actually started it when I was dog sitting, and 2 dogs don’t exactly give you the best creative feedback lol. It was also because my non-super hero FOP stuff at the time, I was writing Trixie as the mean popular girl, and not part of the main core group, so writing her out made sense. I was also hard core shipping Trixie with Remy, so again, needed to make her a bad girl for him.

Why did you bring her back then?

I actually never had the intention to bring Trixie back. Once I had the idea of SuperTrix, she was going t be the main and only Trixie, and thus a bad guy to follow with the teenage drama story lines. But my best friend @twisted-persona loves Trixie, and she came up with Star-Gal. so I went “Ok, since Trixie is a clone to begin with, shy can’t there bed more of her?” and bam! That’s how we wound up with Star-Gal.

Why make her a clone?

Because Donna Troy. I know Wondergal was meant to be a Wonder Woman parody, but I always thought of Wonder Girl. Then add in some of the visual similarities Trixie shared with Joan Jett, and how Goldenlocks is basically a Wonder Woman as well, it just seemed to make more sense for Trixie to be a clone. That and I like hybrid-/clone kids in super hero books lol

How/when did you come up with the idea of “Glamazons”?

Free Comic Book Day 5/2/2015. I was standing in line at 7 am, waiting to get into the first comic shop of the day right when it opened, had been up since like 4/5 am since I had to drive 2 hours away to get to the shop, and the idea just popped into my head so I wrote notes about it on my iPOD. I was also wearing my Superverse tanktop

How many “Wondergals” are there really?

Well there are 2 answers, since not every “Wondergal” is a Trixie, but every Trixie is a “Wondergal” (usually). These are what I’d consider the most distinctly different Wondergals that we’ve seen/met (gender swaps and minor changed What Ifs aside)

Trixie!Wondergals: 9

Primeverse, Negaverse, MoT, Ultimateverse, JYU, AoC, Arachnidverse, Eraserz, STS

Other!Wondergals: 6

Power Swapped 1 (Missy), Power Swapped 2 (Tootie), CoT (Chloe), PPR (Chloe), Wandergal, FTT (Roxy)

So is W(a)ndergal (Shannon?) now part of the Superverse?

No, not *really*. Her show is set in an alternate universe, so there’s a chance that we could meet her (young or old) at some point. But there is no “Shannon Karter” in the Primeverse

What made you pick that name for Goldenlocks/W(a)ndergal?

Goldenlocks was named Marigold Lockheart because her first name is Goldie, and Hair Razor said she had Goldie’s “heart locked up”. It was @twisted-persona’s idea lol

Wandergal was named Shannon Karter after two famous Wonder Women, Shannon Farnon and Linda Carter (with a K because it sounded/looked too much like Sharon Carter/Aget 13)

Why is Trixie sometimes called Trisha?

That’s another of @twisted-persona’s contributions. She had this head canon that Trixie’s real name was Trisha, but she changed it to be cooler. So when I started using the clone back story for her, it just made sense that “Trisha” was her personality donor then, you know, to help her be a “real girl”

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Power Pals: Resurrection:

So this is something that I started a while ago…it’s not a *real* fighting game obviously (and not canon to anything), but I haven’t shared any of it yet because I was going to do individual character profiles, but getting to those in the off time and being motivated to do so isn’t really working…

Hi-Res SuperTrix:

Made for PPR. Turns out the last time I drew SuperTrix was in like 2011 and yeah…^^;

Hi-Res Wondergal:

Again, made for PPR. I hadn’t a decent drawn Classic!Wondergal in a long time either

Hi-Res Wandergal:

Had to try my hand at drawing Wandergal (with some artistic liberties of course), and I honestly do like her. I just…don’t have room for her in my Superverse ^^; thus the creative meta-history I wrote up to explain her character.

Spoiler sketch compilation:

And last but not least, a sketch compilation of ideas I have in the works for upcoming plots and what not

I hope you’ve all enjoyed the 2017 SDCC Superverse Event

#Fairly Odd Parents #Fairly Oddparents #fop #superverse #my art #digital art #sdcc2017

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USA: #jazz Leon Lee Dorsey Explores the Music of Thelonious Monk on "MonkTime," Set for Sept. 13 Release

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Leon Lee Dorsey

Explores the Music of Thelonious Monk

On "MonkTime,"

Bassist's First Album in 20 Years,

Set for September 13 Release

On Jazz Avenue 1 Records

Recording Features Eight Monk Compositions,

Performed by His DSC Trio Featuring

Guitarist Greg Skaff, Drummer Mike Clark

August 16, 2019

Twenty years after the release of his last album, bassist Leon Lee Dorseyreassumes the mantle of a recording artist in his own right with the September 13 release of MonkTime (Jazz Avenue 1 Records). The debut of Dorsey's DSC Band, which also includes guitarist Greg Skaff and celebrated drummer Mike Clark, features the trio applying their potent chemistry to eight compositions by jazz titan Thelonious Monk.

While Dorsey is himself a talented, accomplished composer and arranger, he brings a minimal, spacious treatment to bear on MonkTime -- preferring to let the tunes speak for themselves. "We wanted to retain the original character of Monk's music," Dorsey says. "We weren't looking to reinvent the wheel on masterpieces. We wanted to keep the essence of the songs, that timeless commonality they have, while blending in our own spices and flavors."

Those spices and flavors are simultaneously bold and subtle: a paradox that Monk would surely have appreciated. Skaff, as the DSC Band's principal soloist, favors lean single-note lines that tend toward the low and middle registers (as on "Blue Monk"), imbuing them with a distinctive round, dark tone. It gives extra oomph to the chords and high crescendos he does employ in places like "Little Rootie Tootie." Clark reins in his famously brawny chops; he keeps the swing supple and assured but eschews pyrotechnics, even in his solos on "Monk's Dream" and "Epistrophy."

Dorsey, meantime, sets the pace. Whether it comes through his beautiful reading of the melody on "Monk's Mood" or the gentle pulse and solo he lends to "Ugly Beauty," the bassist's command of both the repertoire and ensemble avoids flash, yet is nevertheless unmistakable.

Dorsey keeps it tight on MonkTime; only one of the eight tunes strays beyond to the six-minute mark, and then just barely. "We took a page out of the vinyl era in keeping the songs at a manageable length," he says. It brings a sense of clarity and focus to the performances, spotlighting the trio's interplay as much as the individual improvisations.

L. to r.: Mike Clark, Leon Lee Dorsey, Greg Skaff.

Leon Lee Dorsey was born March 12, 1958 in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, to a family that was plugged in to the Steel City's storied jazz lineage. He began playing piano in third grade and, the following year, switched to classical cello studies with members of the Pittsburgh Symphony at the famed Center for the Musically Talented, where he remained throughout high school. He also picked up electric bass in the seventh grade and, later, in high school, was drawn to the double bass, having always loved the instrument.

Dorsey attended Oberlin College Conservatory, graduating with double degrees in music in 1981. Under the tutelage of bass legend Richard Davis, he received his first master's at the University of Wisconsin at Madison and a second master's from the Manhattan School of Music in New York. Dorsey then pursued doctoral studies at the City University of New York under Ron Carter, finishing his doctorate at Stony Brook University.

In 1986, Dorsey began a two-year stint with the Lionel Hampton Orchestra, including performances with Frank Sinatra and visits to the White House, which honed his skills for his next endeavor, namely as a Jazz Messenger. In 1988 he joined Art Blakey's most fabled of jazz finishing schools, which left a lasting impact on his subsequent career.

Since arriving in New York, Dorsey has performed and recorded with jazz legends Dizzy Gillespie, Lionel Hampton, Hilton Ruiz, Cassandra Wilson, James Carter, Freddie Hubbard, and the Duke Ellington Orchestra. He released his acclaimed debut album, The Watcher, in 1995 and followed it up with 1999's Song of Songs. In 2003 he founded Leon Lee Dorsey Studios in New York City, at which more than 100 albums have since been produced.

Dorsey is also prominent as a jazz educator. From 2008 to 2011 he was Coordinator of Jazz Studies and Director of the Jazz Seminar at the University of Pittsburgh. Currently, he teaches harmony and jazz arranging and composition at Berklee College of Music in Boston. He looks forward to working with the DSC Band and hopes to be announcing performance dates soon. "I felt from the start that with the chemistry of this band -- there's no horn and no piano, the two instruments that defined Monk's sound -- we could go to the magical music level."

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DSC Band - "Well You Needn't" from MonkTime

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biofunmy · 5 years

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15 Pop, Rock and Jazz Concerts to Check Out in N.Y.C. This Weekend

AFRO-LATINO FESTIVAL at City Point at Albee Square (July 12-13). This annual festival, in its seventh year, will overtake the area around Long Island University in Downtown Brooklyn, infusing it with clave rhythm and dance music ranging from the traditional to the contemporary. Highlights will include a concert on Friday night paying tribute to the famed Puerto Rican composer Tite Curet Alonso, including a performance by the (all-female) mariachi band Flor De Toloache, and a festival-closing show on Saturday featuring José Alberto, the esteemed Dominican salsa singer known as El Canario. afrolatinofestnyc.com

RON CARTER QUARTET at the Blue Note (through July 14, 8 and 10:30 p.m.). A bassist who needs no introduction, Carter served as the slippery anchor in Miles Davis’s game-changing quintet of the mid-1960s and, over his career, performed on more than 2,000 recordings. Now 82, he largely sticks to leading his own ensembles and tacks to a relatively straight-ahead approach. This week he appears with Renee Rosnes on piano, Jimmy Greene on saxophone and Payton Crossley on drums. 212-475-8592, bluenote.net

TOOTIE HEATH TRIO at Birdland Theater (July 18, 7 and 9:45 p.m.). The drummer Albert Heath, known as Tootie, is a member of one of jazz’s most illustrious families: Together with his brothers Jimmy, a tenor saxophonist, and Percy, a bassist who died in 2005, he has been an off-and-on member of the Heath Brothers band since the 1970s. But his buoyant, aerated swing feel has also graced albums by numerous other jazz luminaries, including John Coltrane, Herbie Hancock and Dexter Gordon. When he leads his own ensembles in concert, Heath takes his time between songs, teasing the audience with playful banter. This concert — featuring the pianist Emmet Cohen and the bassist Russell Hall, both of whom are about a third Heath’s age — is aptly billed as a night of “jazz and comedy.” 212-581-3080, birdlandjazz.com

DR. EDDIE HENDERSON QUINTET at Dizzy’s Club (July 12-13, 7:30 and 9:30 p.m.). The band joining Henderson at this run includes the New Orleanian saxophonist Donald Harrison, the pianist Peter Zak, the bassist Gerald Cannon and the drummer Mike Clark — who, like Henderson, came into his own in the 1970s, playing jazz-funk in bands led by Herbie Hancock. The group’s diversity makes sense for a trumpeter like Henderson, whose idea of jazz encompasses subtle backbeats, swarming atmospherics and virtuoso hard-bop playing. 212-258-9595, jazz.org/dizzys

JAMAICA DOWNTOWN JAZZ FESTIVAL at various locations (July 12-14). The inaugural edition of this festival will bring an impressive assortment of jazz talent to the heart of Jamaica, Queens, with a subtle emphasis on the avant-garde. Things kick off on Friday at the Jamaica Arts Center with a screening of the documentary “Milford Graves Full Mantis,” about the avant-garde drummer (and Jamaica resident) Milford Graves, followed by a duo performance from the pianist Jason Moran and the drummer Tyshawn Sorey. Saturday’s offerings include a walking tour of the neighborhood, and a mix of ticketed and free shows throughout the afternoon and evening (including one by Graves) at the arts center, the Jamaican Performing Arts Center, the central branch of the Queens Public Library and the King Manor Museum. On Sunday, the shows are all free and all based at the arts center; they culminate with a concert from the drummer Pheeroan akLaff. 718-658-7400, jcal.org

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