applause award

anonymous asked:

my eyes are cursed now.

That may be true… because you’re quite the charmer.

*Thunderous applause, I am awarded a bouquet, the heavens shine down upon me, Obama is there*

And that’s when things get messy. When people begin moving beyond charity and toward justice and solidarity with the poor and oppressed, as Jesus did, they get in trouble. Once we are actually friends with the folks in struggle, we start to ask why people are poor, which is never as popular as giving to charity. One of my friends has a shirt marked with the words of late Catholic bishop Dom Helder Camara: “When I fed the hungry, they called me a saint. When I asked why people are hungry, they called me a communist.” Charity wins awards and applause but joining the poor gets you killed. People do not get crucified for living out of love that disrupts the social order that calls forth a new world. People are not crucified for helping poor people. People are crucified for joining them.
—  Shane Claiborne
Code: Realize Character CD bonus booklet translation (Saint Germain)

Character CD Bonus short story booklet translation of Saint Germain’s story. 

Disclaimer: I am not a professional translator. I use a mixture of Google translate, other translate tools and my knowledge of the characters. While I am reasonably confident that the spirit, character and plot of the story is accurate, I make no claims that it is a perfect translation. 

This one was really difficult to translate for some reason, but the result was a delicate, gentle and lovely little story that fits the refined and caring Count Saint Germain we first meet perfectly. 

Someday The Time Will Come


The vibrant sound of the violin resounds in the room.

Partita of Bach’s composition- after the long extra note at the conclusion of the song disappeared, I released the bow and took a quiet breath. At the same time enthusiastic applause is awarded from the only spectator.

“Very beautiful music. I heard it for the first time. Thank you, Saint”

“Hehe, you are welcome. It is more than anything if you enjoy, lady.”

I bow once to praise. It is a nostalgic memory…..skill in music was unexpectedly useful.

“However, it was a truly long time ago, I was nervous as to whether I would fail.”

shrug her shoulders at the joke, “absolutely not” she said, shaking her head strongly.

–even so, I often found violins and others. Even though I was uncertain as to where it was, she seems to have discovered it while cleaning. 

“Once again, the eyes are drawn naturally to what one is interested in……" 


“Hehe, please. It is a story that I am happy that the number of things you think are fun has increased.”

She and her lively companions had been living in the mansion for a few months. The actions of everyone cooperating with each other to accomplish each person’s purpose, while it seems to make things easier, it was in fact hard work. 

Of course, the living body becomes tired, there is a limit to what each person can do. Actually, though there is a difference in degree, everyone is fatigued. As it is, someone is likely to collapse soon.

That is why I suggested a “holiday” It…..seems to have been successful in a direction I did not expect.

After finishing listening to the performance, it seems she is attracted to the instrument itself. Try plucking the strings of the violin with her fingers, try sliding the bow in imitation.

–it sounded a crashing noise, she frowned. It is really funny, I do not get tired of watching, however she seems to take it seriously.


I smiled and gently put a hand on her shoulder.

“Cardia san, I have music that you can do soon, too…. do you want to know?”

Looking into her face and speaking, her big eyes blink, a blush comes to her cheeks. Naturally the answer that follows was “I want to know.”

Then I prepared tea, and began a modest lecture.

“That music is, immediately— that is to say "to sing” with your own voice.“


“So, no special instruments are necessary, the act of singing, is already music itself.”

If she sings, if her voice quality and range are good—several song titles to appear as candidates come to mind.

Thinking that way, I waited for her next word–

“But…. what is "song?”


It was an unexpected reply.

This……well, how should I reply.

She does not even know the act of singing, I have heard there are several songs that can trace a melody, to answer the question–.

“Do you want to know the historical background and academic things…..?”


Without any hesitation, she nods her head.

…..I see.

It seems to me that she is not only interested in having fun, but about her strength of intellectual quest, I wonder if she is somewhat similar to myself.

“Hehe…..if so, let’s talk about the role that song played in human history.”

Apparently it is going to be a long time, while remembering the things I have seen until now, I started talking.

The time of the lecture between the two of us passed gently. While watching Cardia san’s reaction, I talk slowly. When was it I learned such a story. While thinking back on a time without such knowledge—

“—however, it is a story of ancient history….. oh that’s right, in a recent newspaper, there was an article saying that an ancient inscription was found.”

While thinking back, I say such a thing.

“Last Friday? Decryption, was still continuing. Although it was…..perhaps, something related to song too?”

“Yes, it may be. Hero’s accomplishments, the state of natural disasters that hit the world, the formation of a country……put them to song to tell the stories for posterity, song has played a big role.”

I wonder what she thinks of my words. She took a deep breath, smiling faintly.

“Somehow… is magnificent.”

“Hehe, I agree. I think singing is sure to have played an extraordinarily magnificent role for longer than we know.”

Her head seems to have turned completely to study.

When listening to the story, she nods, as confirmation that she already understands it.

……..this girl is really outstanding, her growth since she came to the mansion, of course the quality of education is high as well, I guess she is most dedicated.

Although. Having dedicated everything to study, can also be a seed for fatigue.


“Cardia san?”

Timing is confirmed, tap the desk with my index finger. She stops writing, and suddenly raised her face. In that moment, when I had her attention, I closed her notebook and quickly pulled the fountain pen from her delicate hand. While it worked brilliantly— I guess it was a little mean. 

“Saint? Is there not a continuation?”

“Yes, you have it?”

Then–I gently raise my forefinger in front of the lips, to stop continuing.

“Epic stories told in song are important, there is another thing that has been common since ancient times.”

“That is…..”

To the eyes that look at me strangely, I just smiled.

“It is singing the movements of the heart.”

“Movements of the heart……”

To her mystified murmuring, I nod gently.

“Yes, that’s right. Excitement, sorrow, gratitude, delight…… and love for someone. Such personal and modest things, to shape and convey…..the role of songs.”

I deliberately delineate each word.

“And, you do not need qualifications for that act, anyone can sing, no matter who creates a song— there is no problem. That means you also, are able to sing.

”…………..I……can, sing……?“

"That’s right. With your voice. with your words. You can sing your thoughts.”

I wonder what she was thinking about, in front of me her expression changes. You can sing your own songs rather than borrow someone else’s. It seems that she gradually understands it, it is good to see. 

“Me too–someday, I can just sing my song?”

“Yes, someday. Certainly.”

I smile and nod to her confidently.

“If you want, I will help you as much as I can. I will cooperate with you closely until you are satisfied. Collaborating together, let’s create a wonderful song.”

Thinking about it for awhile. A faint voice leaked out from small lips.

“………yeah, someday I will certainly find a wonderful feeling. ”

If one day she sings a song. With what kind of thoughts, to whom will it go? If possible, I hope that it is warm and happy.

“Yes. Even if it is directed to whom—-

Only a moment after thinking such a thing.

Just a moment only.

I thought that if it was myself.

I would keep it a secret—-.



Lauren Bacall (born Betty Joan Perske; September 16, 1924 – August 12, 2014) was an American film and stage actress and model, known for her distinctive husky voice and sultry looks. She first emerged as a leading lady in the Humphrey Bogart film To Have and Have Not (1944) and continued on in the film noir genre, with appearances in Bogart movies The Big Sleep (1946), Dark Passage (1947), and Key Largo (1948), as well as comedic roles in How to Marry a Millionaire (1953) with Marilyn Monroe and Designing Woman (1957) with Gregory Peck. Bacall worked on Broadway in musicals, earning Tony Awards for Applause in 1970 and Woman of the Year in 1981. Her performance in the movie The Mirror Has Two Faces (1996) earned her a Golden Globe Award and an Academy Award nomination.

In 1999, Bacall was ranked #20 of the 25 actresses on the AFI’s 100 Years…100 Stars list by the American Film Institute. In 2009, she was selected by the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences to receive an Academy Honorary Award “in recognition of her central place in the Golden Age of motion pictures.” Bacall died on August 12, 2014, at the age of 89 after suffering a stroke. RIP


Selena Gomez Performs Her New Single For The First Time At The AMAs

Selena Gomez performed “The Heart Wants What It Wants” for the first time live at the AMAs on Sunday. Earlier this week, she posted a photo from rehearsals, and wrote, “Wasn’t prepared for how nervous I’d be, I mean I’ve done this before. But now it’s just me. All of me.”

The 2016 Tony Awards Remembers The Ones We Lost With A Touching In Memoriam

This is definitely one of the most emotional parts of award show. The Tonys took some time to remember the ones we lost this last year with a touching tribute that involved the song “Seasons of Love” from Rent.

Alan got the most applause…

Fic: Who we want to be (Glee, Kurt/Blaine)

Summary: This is supposed to be a crisp little grown-up meet-cute. Instead it’s a) namedropping b) outfits and c) misunderstandings. But also pure sugar. 

Specs: gen rating, 3200 words, AU

Thanks: as ever, to Corinna and Stulti 

Kurt is thirty years old and tonight he’s going to win a Tony. At least, he’s 70% sure he’s going to win. If you’d asked yesterday he’d have been 95% sure, but here at Radio City Music Hall, hobnobbing with the elite of the entertainment world, it’s hard to maintain that kind of rock solid confidence.

Keep reading


Interview from Swedish newspaper Göteborgsposten, Nov. 20th


Norweigan comedy: After having conquered the world the Ylvis brothers tries out a talkshow on Swedish tv

Ylvis about The Fox: ”Totally unbelievably freaking crazy”

They have fans all over the world, a fox song with half a billion views and a talkshow on Swedish tv.
- That last one feels pretty big, laughs Vegard Ylvisåker.

You probably know the story by now. The Norwegian comedy brothers Vegard and Bård Ylvisåker needed a song to promote their third season of their talkshow ”I kveld med Ylvis”  on TVNorge. The Ylvis brothers turned to the Norwegian producer team Stargate (Rihanna, Beyoncé) and together they created The Fox. A song that almost over a night mutated to a veritable click monster and grew into a viral world success. Today the different fox clips have passed half a billion views on YouTube. 
That was a year ago. A year that has spun faster and been more hectic than anything Vegard, 35, and Bård, 32, ever before experienced. In their fox costumes they’ve performed with American talkshow hosts like Jimmy Fallon and Ellen Degeneres, torn down applause at giant music award shows in Asia and shared a stage with Elton John, Paul McCartney, Miley Cyrus and Katy Perry. They have, to put it short, had their hands full.

So where are Vegard and Bård Ylvisåker today? How are they gonna bring their success further and most of all, how have the Jante burdened Norwegians reacted to the talented brothers’s unbelievable luck? 
We traveled to Norway to find out, and met two laidback, friendly and lightly midmorning relaxed Ylvis brothers at Schillers tapas restaurant right across from Folketeatern in central Oslo, where Ylvis broadcast their talkshow live every Tuesday night.
- Half a billion… that’s impossible to grasp. Totally unbelievably freaking crazy, says Bård Ylvisåker at the same time as he jokes with the server och orders a Mediterranean toast with shellfish salad in his fluent joke-spanish, well-known to all that has seen Ylvis Intelevator-skit.
If you judge by the comments online there are many Norwegians who are both impressed and proud of Ylvis’s international success. 
-We’re a small country, so of course people are happy when we do well. That’s absolutely the case, says Vegard.
But no trees are allowed to grow too tall. You have to shine just enough and remember your place. At least if you’re the artist, the public sometimes seems to think that it’s all up for grabs.
- It’s more stressful than before, you’re more in the public eye. People take out their phone and take pictures without asking for permission, says Bård. 
- But it’s not that bad, in general people behave…, tries Vegard, but is interrupted by his little brother.
- …Like yesterday evening. We were sitting at a red light here in Oslo when someone suddenly shoves their whole upper body in through the window and starts taking pictures of us. He’s like hanging into the car. That’s not how it used to be. 

Bård also describes, with a tired sigh, how the Norwegian tabloid VG was reporting on everything Ylvis did when they visited the US last year, even what the brothers had for breakfast. 
- That we ate müsli but didn’t bother with orange juice, what’s that to write about? It’s embarrassing.
The attention is proof that the Norwegians are really interested in the brothers, but also a sign that Norway probably is too small for them.
At the same time they’re really enjoying living in Oslo. Their families have put down roots and the Ylvis brothers are really trying to take the commotion with ease. 
The song ”Trucker’s Hitch” that helped promote this autumn’s Ylvis shows has about six millions views, which they think is enough. Bård and Vegard know full well that they’ll never do anything that’ll ”beat” The Fox. Instead they try out new and different challenges. 
Like singing the perfect soul song, maybe saying yes to one of the (apparently plentiful) American offers that they have had but are not yet willing to talk about, or to seriously try to break through in their eastern neighbour country. 

During the autumn their show ”I kveld med Ylvis” have for the first time been shown on Swedish tv. Every Thursday, nine days after the show was sent live in Norway, it has been shown on Swedish Kanal 9. 
Something that the brothers of course attended to in the first show with a comedic song, their weapon of choice, that was called Hallå Sverige! (Hello Sweden!) In the song they opened up their big arms for a big hug and welcomed all Swedes to the Ylvis world - all except the people of Skellefteå. 
- We took the opportunity to talk some shit about Skellefteå, and the people of Skellefteå has answered, laughs Vegard. They have uploaded two songs of their own where they defend their city. Great fun!
To beat or break through in Sweden, why is that so important so many Norwegians? 
- Because you’re still the big brother! In very many ways. Especially when it comes to music. We listen for example a lot to Kent and Robyn here in Norway but you never listen to Norwegian music, says Vegard.
We listened to you fox song?
- (laugh) Yeah, that’s true. Always something.

Caption: Ylvis. Vegard (blue shirt) and Bård Ylvisåker in the comedy duo Ylvis are Norways best export since Kvicklunch. 

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Bård Ylvisåker
Born: 1982 in Sogn.
Upbringing: Bergen, Moçambique and Angola.
Lives: Along underground line 5, just outside Oslo.
Family: Wife and three kids, 5, 10 and 13 years old.
Hair colour: Blond.

Vegard Ylvisåker
Born: 1979 in Sogn.
Upbringing: Bergen, Moçambique and Angola.
Lives: Along underground line 2, just outside Oslo.
Family: Wife and three kids, 6 months, 5 and 7 years old.
Hair colour: Dark.

Born: 2000 at Bullteatern in Bergen.
Upbringing: Standing comedy element in NRK, multiple revue shows, own talkshow since 2011.
Lives: Right now at Folketeatern in Oslo.
Family: Bård & Vegard Ylvisåker, Calle Hellevang-Larsen and a number of script writers and assistents.