We shouldn’t have to give applause for someone who’s not afraid to say what’s on their mind, or their opinion on something or their beliefs. It shouldn’t be that rare to come across, but it is so to that I say fuck you society.

To follow without halt, one aim; there is the secret of success. And success? What is it? I do not find it in applause of the theatre; it lies rather in the satisfaction of accomplishment.
—  Anna Pavlova

To be honest, we need to give Cole, Dana, and Gabe a freaking round of applause. In one year, they’ve dealt with the loss of three great friends, fights, arguments with management, and still managed to stay strong. They’re staying in IM5 because they love to do it, and they we love them too. Plus, they knew about Will leaving the group, and they stayed strong for us, and had to hide it until Will was ready to announce to everyone that he was leaving. I’m not saying that Dalton, David or Will are wrong for leaving, but Dana, Cole and Gabe has some serious guts and I respect them for it.

like, actually i wish rowling would just shut up and stop beating that dead horse, ‘cause all she’s doing is making a fool out of herself in her desperate attempt to get applause for recognizing that not everyone’s straight and white and christian

John Finnemore & Simon Kane in "Diary of a Provincial Lady" - review

Last night, seven of us Finnefans went to see John Finnemore & Simon Kane starring (but in a cast of about fifteen, all of whom deserve equal applause) in a musical adaptation of EM Delafield’s Diary of a Provincial Lady, in a tiny, secret theatre hidden in a darkened loading bay behind Waterloo Station. It was the sort of place they might find your dismembered corpse in a skip a week later. Not the theatre, I hasten to add; just the loading bay. 

The play was co-written by Robbie Hudson (of Warhorses of Letters fame) and JFSP’s musical genius Susannah Pearse, and was just wonderful, a complete and utter joy. We all came out afterwards  - after a not so brief interlude in the bar - into a rainy London night, with the songs ringing in our ears, and the warm glow that a really good show should leave you with. 

It’s on til Saturday (but tickets are all sold out), and I don’t want to give away all the pleasures of the evening to people who are going to see it, so the rest of my review is below the line. 

Below be spoilers!

Don’t say I didn’t warn you! 

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anonymous asked:

The final-year music students have composed a piece using a mix of electronic guitar, cello and synth. On stage, Ash sits on his computer, making sure the background mix stays in time with the other musicians. Dean slouches on the stage, guitar cradled in his hands. His eyes, however, are not on the instrument in his hands; instead, they are locked with the blue ones across the stage. Castiel is perched on a chair, fingers and bow caressing his cello with his faced turned adoringly up to +

Dean’s. As the music changes, Castiel moves with the strength of the bow, eyes still on Dean and a small smile fixed on his lips. There are rumours, as there always are in high school. Normally, it’s Castiel on bass or acoustic, with Dean taking the spotlight on vocals and lead. Now, with the slower music, their affection is more obvious than the flirty glances during the faster songs. The song ends and they quickly move amidst applause, packing up. The smiles never leave Dean and Castiel’s faces; they mutter between themselves with bright eyes. They are found backstage, in a small, dimly-lit corridor, wrapped around each other not ten minutes later. It’s not the first time it’s happened, apparently; more than once has an unsuspecting student seen Castiel pushed up against the wall, arms clamped around Dean’s neck and lips locked. It’s only the following month, after exams, that they are voted prom king and… well, king supposedly. Their kiss on the same stage as all the concerts  only confirms to the small minority that they are, actually, together.

Omg! This is some good au right there.

Holiday giving and the arts (Part 2): A Q&A With Red Deer Symphony Orchestra

Many of us like to give back during the holiday season. While there are many awesome and deserving charities to donate towards, one area that often gets neglected is the arts and culture sector. And yet, they are a very important group that needs your support to continue serving communities. So we wanted to highlight a couple of great organizations you should consider this holiday season. The second non-profit in our our two-part series on holiday giving is Red Deer Symphony Orchestra.


We chatted with Chandra Kastern, Executive Director, Red Deer Symphony Orchestra, to talk about modern-day fundraising and the importance of giving back to the community.

Where did the idea for the “Applause campaign" come from?
"The idea behind Annual Applause campaign was that our audiences would be excited that we were delivering another season of high quality art, and that deserves a round of applause. Our December concert is typically our best attended concert. And so we wanted to be running a crowdfunding campaign in time to hit our December concert to target the most amount of potential donors as possible."


How is RDSO impacting the local community?
"Last year we had close to 14,000 kids come through our programs. We go into schools in Central Alberta to do a program called Symphonic Show and Tell. Our musicians go in and teach them about instruments, and about the basics of reading music. And they also play a repertoire for the students so that they’re exposed to symphonic music. We also run a program called Choir Kids, in which, any choir in Central Alberta involving children can practice a selection of songs. They then go through a dress rehearsal with the full orchestra and they get to sing their little repertoire with a fully professional orchestra in a live venue."


Why did you choose Giveffect?
"We liked Giveffect in particular because of how it integrated across different social media sites. It’s extremely convenient, easy to use, and we can check it from anywhere and deal with things as they come. Giveffect is our landing page on the website, so when someone hits our website they are prompted to donate right out of the gate. We made that front and centre as a call to action. What we’re finding really interesting is that social media is definitely driving people to our site. We can see that, because Giveffect is our landing page, the majority of our hits are coming from Facebook and Twitter. So the integration that Giveffect has across social media platforms is super valuable. We’re averaging about 50 hits a day, which prior to the re-design of our website and the launch of Giveffect, our daily hits were about two. We didn’t have a whole lot of traffic to our old website, so that is definitely a remarkable increase."


How does technology impact your fundraising abilities?
"It frees me up. It broadens the audience that I can reach. And it is very interesting to see donations coming in from places outside of Central Alberta. Traditional fundraising takes a lot of time and we’re a very administratively-small organization, and time is money for us. The traditional fundraising of knocking on doors and asking for money is extremely time consuming, labour intensive, and not necessarily any more effective than crowdfunding. It now involves me updating our Facebook page, updating our Twitter, and sending out emails to our contacts. Whereas before, reaching that amount of people in realtime would take a week of my time."

Click here to help support the Red Deer Symphony Orchestra this holiday season!

Every time me and my girl fuckin and she queefs I just think of it as her pussy clapping for me like yas boo
I’m puttin in that work gimme the applause
That I deserve

anonymous asked:

for the OPT guessing for inuyasha -hasn't fully finished it yet- miroku and sango?

*applause* YES! And now there’s only one left to guess!

Guess My Top Ten OTPs - Current Status

  1. Fairy Tail Gajevy
  2. Naruto NaruHina
  3. Teen Titans BBRae
  4. The Legend of Korra Korrasami
  5. Avatar: The Last Airbender Sukka
  6. Fairy Tail Elfever
  7. Inuyasha MirSan
  8. The Legend of Korra Bopal
  9. Fairy Tail (Two, its a tie) NaLu/NaLi
  10. Fairy Tail

Incorrect Guesses for the remaining: Fraxus, Bixanna

A Nightmare Author Reading Saved by Rachael Ray

photo by Carla de Souza Campos

Last night I had a nightmare that I was at the Cornelia Street Café to do a reading from my novel. In the nightmare, I stood at the microphone on the small stage in front of a packed house. I had just been introduced to the audience, and in the wane of the applause I was horrified to discover I had forgotten to bring my book. In a panic, I rummaged through my handbag in front of everyone. No book. In fact, my bag was virtually empty. How could I leave my house with an empty handbag? Terror mounted as the patrons settled into an attentive quiet. All eyes were on me. Sweat began to spew from my every pore. The reading was to last twenty minutes; what was I to do? I took one last futile look into my handbag and found a single sheet of paper. A printout of a recipe from my computer. Balsamic Roasted Brussel Sprouts with Butternut Squash and Chicken Thighs. Rachael Ray’s. I brought it with me to shop for the ingredients. Little good that would do without a wallet.

I gawked at the audience. Someone cleared their throat and a few others coughed. Apart from my heart banging against my rib cage and my perspiration surging like a jet stream, the room was still. It was time for me to say something. After a gulp of water (to replace the lost fluids), I began.

“Set your oven to 450 degrees. The following will yield four servings.” My voice cracked as I read the list of ingredients and the measurements, starting with the Brussel sprouts and the squash, then the chicken thighs and the shallots — while my own thighs quivered.

I told them that when I prepared this meal for the first time a few weeks ago, an aroma — so intoxicating — seeped from the oven, filling the kitchen. It teased people out from every nook and cranny of my house. People I didn’t even know were in my house. At the high temperature, the shallots became sticky and sweet and this transformation tricked my taste buds into thinking they were a forbidden confection. Someone muttered from the left side of the room, and I briefly looked up from the recipe before continuing. Had she noticed I wasn’t reading from my book?

I pressed on, keeping my head buried in the flimsy piece of paper. I had 15 minutes to go. The rind of thinly sliced lemon coins, after roasting in rendered chicken fat, will crunch in your mouth, while their flesh will all but disappear into a tantalizing goo that clings to the thighs, I told them. An audible “Yum…” came from the right side.

I listed the seasonings with which to coat the chicken and suggested they tweak the amount of red pepper flakes and perhaps consider omitting the nutmeg. My favorite part of this recipe, I asserted, was that it all cooked in one rimmed baking sheet, all the flavors co-mingling. No pots. No pans. “Wow!” Someone called out. So I repeated, with emphasis, “No pots.” Others cheered.

I detected a crackle of energy in the café. I tried to ride it. I recommended using parchment paper to line the baking sheet, and if they had enough to fold up the sides they might not have to clean the pan at all. A crescendo of whispers surged toward me.

It was time for my closing, so I confided in them. “My family doesn’t really like butternut squash, so I replaced it with a combination of cubed Yukon gold and sweet potatoes.” That did it - -they were finally with me; I felt it. In the spirit of full disclosure, I admitted to the crowd the real star of the night: “The fennel seed.” I looked at these people, my audience, square in the eye for the first time. Who could deny the effect of the fennel seeds’ dark, yet bright, notes, somehow also fragrant and warm and an amazing companion to the sweet potatoes and balsamic tinged Brussel sprouts? Some guy in the way back yelled, “More!” But sadly, there was no more. The preparation for the Balsamic Roasted Brussel Sprouts with Butternut Squash and Chicken Thighs was over. So was my reading. I thanked the crowd. A buzz engulfed the room as the waitress zigzagged through the people and tucked a wad of bills into my palm, a cut of her tips. “I never had so many food orders, thanks,” she said.

When I woke from the nightmare, I laughed at myself. In the dream, I was petrified. Shaken. But awake, reflecting on it, it seemed so silly. In retrospect, I was grateful to have had this nightmare after my actual reading at the Cornelia Street Café last week, and that I had remembered to bring my book to the real reading. Lucky for me, the nightmare reading was a dream, and the dream reading was a reality.

Eva Lesko Natiello is the author of The Memory Box, a psychological thriller about a woman who Googles herself and discovers the shocking details of a past she doesn’t remember.

idk-joie asked:

Hello Cassie!! Thank you so much for existing haha. I wanted to ask about the Simon Lewis Stories. Would Simon be discovering the past in the Academy then it will preview some sort of flashback with like Will and the others as the narrators or would Simon be telling the flashback itself. I'm sorry if that doesn't make sense. Also i ordered the Tarot cards and i cannot wait until they arrive. A huge round of applause to you magnificent lady and to the fantastic Cassandra Jean herself. :)

Simon won’t be narrating the flashbacks. He can’t; he wasn’t there. :)